#neither of which are problems of a stranger I want to deal with

[coockie8]

i like that you talk about anti discourse from the perspective of coping and also just enjoyment

That would be because I am a CSA and incest survivor who engages in dark content for both reasons haha

Yeah, some of my work is to cope, but an equal amount is for "wouldn’t that be fucked up? I'm Rod Sterling." reasons lol

There are absolutely things I loathe in fiction, but at the end of the day, it's just that; fiction. If I think I'm not gonna like something I simply won't watch/read it. And if I decide I don't like something, or that it triggers me, halfway through, I will simply stop watching/reading it, maybe have a little breakdown as a treat, and move on with my life. Like a reasonable mentally ill human being ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[cherie-doll]

Hello, I really like your work, I think I've read everything so far, but it's very addictive 🫶

I recently saw a video where a boy was running towards his father to escape from a school bully who wanted to hit him. I would like to know if you could place an order with the Call of Duty guys reacting to this situation. thank you.

I'm your fan. ♥️

really sorry i've been so slow with requests lately sometimes i don't feel well, thank you for submitting this <3

ᡴ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

COD Men's Reactions To Their Kids Being Bullied

༄ Price would be swooping his kid up in his arms before the little booger got close to him. He's trying to make sense of what's happening and demanding to hear it. He'll want to hear the WHOLE thing through.

༄ Simon had heard his child softly sniffling in your arms before when you were able to coax the story out from your son. Now you're scared about what Simon is up to when he stands there wearing his skull mask which is surely enough to terrify anyone to death.

༄ Johnny has some of the worst ways to deal with a problem and this is one of them. In the moment, he's confused but picking up his kid and afterwards when he finds out what happened he's down in the basement showing him ways to knock a kid out, like??

༄ Kyle makes sure his kid is safe, no injuries or marks when he picks him up. Then he's turning to the bully and telling them to stop, pulling whatever object they were thinking of using to hit his kid. Would probably sit down on a bench and have a talk to the bully or something.

༄ Roach is picking up his kid and booking it out of there. That bully looks a lot older and bigger that it makes him question if he even goes to that same school. Frankly, he's a little scared too and is trying to pick up the pace on the way to the car.

༄ Alejandro would be running after the bully telling him to put that down. Afterwards, he's giving a good talking to (after making sure his kid is alright first, of course). He doesn't care if the bully's parents pull up upset that their kid was scolded by a stranger but HIS kid was almost injured.

༄ Rudy was primarily concerned for the wellbeing of his kid when he realized what was going on. He's wanting to know the entire situation and even then he'll want to talk to the kid's parents, the teachers and whoever else could have overlooked this issue. He's making sure it doesn't happen again in the future not to his own child nor to other kids.

༄ Phillip would have convinced to NOT go directly to the principal's office demanding the kid be expelled. And if the school isn't willing to respond? God have mercy....

༄ Makarov would have to be held back. Not that his kid can't defend himself, no he taught them better than that. But the idea that someone thought they could look down on one of HIS kids is enough reason for him to want to declare war.

༄ Keegan brings a "man up" resolve to a situation that neither you nor your kid is too keen on. He's defending his kid this time, especially when he sees what the bully's intentions are. But next time he prefers to teach his kid how to prevent it from happening again.

༄ König was bullied as a kid, right? There would probably be flashbacks of his times of enduring the relentless bullying of other kids going through his mind right now. Kid's can be cruel. Would take a minute for him to snap out of it before he's springing into action.

༄ Horangi would probably think they're just playing rough before seeing his daughter running to him with tears streaming down the sides of her face. He's already calling a lawyer and investigating who the bully's parents are, where they work and how they'd settle this.

༄ Nikto's sleeve would be getting tugged desperately by his kid for him to notice that it was something urgent and not just the kids playing. Would calmly pick his kid up and ask the other child where his parents were and that they needed to be disciplined a little more.

[moonpascaltoo]

Fic Recs (steve harrington)

just some of my favorite one-shots or series i’ve read on ao3 and few from tumblr. all works ranging from 1.5k to 30k+ i believe. 18+ readers!

some have a tumblr that i tagged, but others i couldn’t find . i am doing this on mobile which is a bit difficult haha! i read these all (except 2) on ao3 so the links will be ao3. i know some are here on tumblr but i didn’t realize till after reading and making this! <3

steve harrington

come home by @stevie-petey <3💕

-"come home to me, okay?"

"always," steve promises

in between saving will, then hawkins, then somehow the world, you fall in love with steve harrington.

(a stranger things rewrite).

dancing with our hands tied by @andvys

-You and Steve have never seen eye to eye, and it never changed, not even when you were pulled into a world of monsters and risked your life to save him. But tension had always been between you both, something that neither of you ever wanted to admit -- but how much longer can you take it when the pull between you gets stronger and stronger each second you spend by each others side?

paint me red by eddiemunsons ao3

-You're one of Vickie's best friends. Her girlfriend, Robin, is in need of a distraction for her best friend, Steve Harrington, who you vaguely remember from school. Which is where you come in.

i’m your idiot by thebestandworstdayofjune ao3 @thebestandworstdayofjune

-Steve Harrington has a way of worming himself into your heart, and social situations you had done your best to exclude him from.

small hands, big heart by finalgirlharrington ao3 @sexybabystevie

-Steve Harrington has a massive crush on you, but his recent lack of luck in the romantic sense has him stuck on how to make a move. Plus, something about you makes him nervous in a way he's never been – in a way he likes. His simplest solution? Flirting via the old 'comparing hand sizes' method.

promise by Harley_Honey_Quinn ao3

-Reader learns about Steve's feelings thanks to some Russian truth serum.

kiss me by @corrodedseraphine

-Your friend is desperately trying to find a person who will give him something more. Wanting to feel what it's like to be loved again and after many failed dates he gets the idea that it's time to go back to King Steve's famous tactics. Telling him that it's not the best idea gets you involved in a deal where you have to help him get another girl. Will helping the boy you're in love with turn out to be a good idea? Probably not.

every rose has its thorn by @corrodedseraphine

-Christmas is coming to Hawkins. It is a time of joy and forgiveness. It turns out that your sister's best friend is looking for a new place to live, and you happen to have a spare room in the apartment. It wouldn't be a problem if that friend wasn't Steve Harrington. A man whom the more you try to avoid even more often comes back like a boomerang.

hearts on the telephone line by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds

-You thought Steve was okay dealing with a long-distance relationship after you moved for an exciting internship in New York. But you were proven so wrong when your boyfriend finally poured his feelings over the phone. Because distance wasn't making his heart grow fonder, it was breaking it.

competitively stupid by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds

-It was stupid, jumping off a cliff just to prove that you were better than Steve fucking Harrington. But you were competitive. You were not losing to him. But you know what was stupider? For it to take a near-death situation for you both to confess what you truly feel for each other.

perfect blend by Your_Writer ao3

-No one likes their summer job. Working at a coffee shop was sticky, exhausting, and overall boring. In fact, the highlight of your day was the charming, gentle eyed sailor scooping USS Butterscotch just across the way.

the things we don’t say by rdrickheffley ao3

-Steve Harrington once was the bane of Y/n's existence. He had always been an arrogant asshole and a terrible kisser. She never understood how others fell for the boy's eye-roll worthy charm. Now it seems like he will do anything to prove her wrong about anything.

next time? by rdrickheffley ao3

-Three instances where Steve and reader find themselves in intimate situations.

candyfloss and confessions by ACourtofSnakesandStars ao3

-You’ve been in love with Steve Harrington for years, like every cliche come to life. You’ve battled monsters, found friends within kids with superpowers, and you even managed to graduate. Yet the one thing you’ve never been able to do, is tell Steve how you feel. But maybe you don’t need to wait any longer.

a night to remember by RaeWrites94 ao3

-Steve has to attend his 10 year high school reunion and somehow manages to convince you to go as his date and his fake girlfriend. You've had feelings for him for a long time, but figure, why not? You could probably survive an evening of pretending he liked you back and come out unscathed. Right?

with bated breath by brianmay ao3

-Rumors fly after you attend Steve Harrington’s party one weekend in September. Thinking they were his doing, you do everything in your power to avoid him, which proves easier said than done.

cross my heart (and hope to die) by @talesofesther

-Every time Steve gets hurt, you're there to help pick up the pieces; you just weren't expecting him to fall for you in the process.

tales of a love between the lines by @talesofesther

-Sometimes the thing we want most is right in front of us, and Steve might be just that for you; all you have to do is see what he’s been showing you for a long time.

love is easy by seidenbros ao3

-The day you wrote I love you on a post-it note before you'd said the words out loud, and it's the best note Steve ever got.

everything means nothing if i can’t have you by iridescentpetrichor ao3

-Steve and Y/N go on a double date to impress the other one, but it's only so long until the tension between the two breaks.

you’re not by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic

-The year is 1985, you're on a school field trip to cheer on Hawkins High at the championship game before spring break. When the game doesn't pan out as expected, you're even more surprised to discover the one and only Steve Harrington in only his underwear at your hotel room after being locked out by his teammates. What happens when the two of you have a little heart to heart?

last christmas by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic

-You and Steve had always been childhood friends-and remained that way. As Steve ping-pongs around in his relationship status, you have a hard time keeping your feelings to himself as Nancy surrounds his entire world. What Steve doesn't know is his relationship to Nancy may end your own with Steve.

the scoundrel and the princess by @mrshipsmcgee

-after an awkward run in with Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington is invited to an awful party where he meets a beautiful stranger.

cling by aloevera

-For as long as you could remember, you and Steve have been close. What others see as clingy, Steve sees as comforting, right? Or, you fell in love with your best friend and suddenly, everything is too much.

[yanderenightmare]

Do you normally get any 'ew, you're disgusting' shit in your inbox? I just now posted my first incest fic and got one like 'i hope you don't have any siblings lalala'. Prior to that, I was like "how do these authors go untouched by antis?" but then I realised that it was a tad bit naive of me lol. I was going to respond with a taunt but decided to just delete it because it wasn't worth the effort.

Are they frequent and are they easy to ignore?

On Dealing with Haters/Critics

Good question! I was actually going to make a post on this, as others have asked me the same thing, so here we go!

♡ Personal experience!

I get my fair share of hate from time to time—more often when I publish things that are more taboo than other excepted things—for example, like you say, incest, as well as bestiality, wide age gap, born-sexy-yesterday readers, etc.

It's an odd thing, as haters will often accept the fact that I write rape for titillation but will take issue with these other tropes. But anyway, we can talk about the nonsensical opinions of haters all day, but it wouldn't really do us any good.

So, here's my advice.

♡ First off, accept that haters are gonna hate!

Some people won't like what you write. And that's fine. The problem is that they feel the need to tell you that—at which point, you'll just have to console yourself by telling yourself that no decent person would be rude to a total stranger whom they don't know the first thing about and, therefore, whatever they have to say warrants neither second thought nor reply.

With that being said, however...

♡ You gotta do what feels right!

Engage or don't engage, do what you need to feel at peace. Sure, you can be the so-called bigger man and ignore all the meanies, but you absolutely don't have to!

Of course, we can be cool as cucumbers and say, "Not worth the effort," but who are we kidding? This is Tumblr, and you're allowed to rant when you want in whatever manner you want!

So, if you feel you gotta bite back to maintain your sanity, then that's what you should!

However, I do believe there's a way to go about it!

♡ Never go to bed angry!

This is my personal advice, but if you ever choose to acknowledge hate or critique, do so with tact and with based and factual arguments instead of slinging heated insults in return.

This way, you walk away from the fight feeling good about what you've said and not worse off than before. In other words, don't stoop down to their level.

I actually feel in many ways that answering hate can be rather therapeutic this way, as you've succesfully turned something negative into soemthing positive!

♡ The difference between hate and critique!

Actually doesn't matter. You're not really obligated to answer either if you don't want to.

But for the sake of differentiating the two: "Ew, you're disgusting" is hateful slander, but "Incest is wrong, and you're actively condoning it by writing what you write" is a genuine critique.

And it bears repeating, you don't have to address either because you don't owe anyone anything.

People are entiteld to their opnions just as much as you're free to disagree, and ignore if you want!

But something I've found is that explaining it to those who don't understand why we write such things, and furthermore why people want to read it without being interested in such things in real life, is actually quite a rewarding thing to do!

And by that, I mean it might make your critics and haters understand and rethink their comments, but it can also help your existing fans deal with their own similar self-loathing, and lastly, it's even great for your own mental health for when you yourself doubt your own mental standing!

Personally, in regard to the example I used above, when I get hit with the "you're condoning this and that" I just play the argument that those who play violent videogames aren't condoning the killing carried out by their avatar. Naturally, when roleplaying a fictional version of ourselves, we're not actually playing as ourselves.

Some people have a very hard time understanding this for some reason.

But anyway, moving on.

♡ Final advice!

Ignore and delete any and all the dumb, off-handed comments you feel like. If and when you want, return their rudeness with a cheeky smile and a slap on their ass. Be as cordial as you can be but as sassy as you feel you must—like an aged Queen who drinks her fair share of likewise wine.

But whatever you do, don't ever make things personal!

Though that's also my personal advice. I think, by making personal attacks, you're not being factual anymore, and you'll only feel worse for it. And by personal attacks, I mean calling people ignorant, dumb, awful, etc. You can, of course, say that their chosen words were in ill taste, but going after them themselves won't make you feel better. So, I'd suggest avoiding it.

Anyway, hope this helps!

[gouraminnow]

Shanks anon here and it’s so okay I always love reading your analysis/ the reasoning behind shanks’ character in your yandere fics! It makes your fics feel so real like the characters feel so.. in character when they typically feel ooc in yandere fics.

your response made me wonder- what would shanks or benn (or both ;)- okay I need to stop) be like with an emperor darling? Or an admiral darling since admirals are placed on the same power scale as emperors? I feel like this would require them to actually really have to strategize to get their darling since it’s not as easy as just flexing their position as an emperors crew and just snatching their darling up.

Thank you!! Honestly being OOC is something I worry about. I know it's not the biggest deal ever, it's fanfic and we're already warping things, but I very much obsess over whether or not things feel "right" enough to me, haha. Like yeah yandere versions of characters differ but there are still core aspects of a character that make them who they are.

Rambling under the cut, much lighter on Benn tbh... hint of suggestiveness at the absolute very end like literally the last sentence

Anyway if Mc is another Emperor, then Shanks is gonna try and pester them into an alliance, first of all. He's friendly and laying on the charm, but also a bit more serious than he would be with a civillian or less powerful/experienced pirate. You're someone who could actually potentially cause problems for him if he pushes too hard. A lot more passive, but pays special attention to your movements. If he runs into any of your subordinate crews or other members, he's friendly with them too- willing to assist them in battle if they bite off more than they can chew. Sends them back to you with gifts- both for them, and something meant to be delivered directly to you.

And he "runs into" you too, of course! Very frequently, actually. Throws a party, does his best to draw you and your crew in. All the better to give gifts directly, isn't it? Some quality alcohol is his go-to, but he likes you. Does his best to dig for any interests you may have, learn/estimate your clothing sizes... whether or not Benn is into you as well, Shanks tries to get him to dig a little as well. He'll grunt, maybe even roll his eyes, but approaches you all the same. Probably has more luck anyway, since according to that SBS he scores more ladies than Shanks lmao.

If it's Benn who's interested and not Shanks, then... I think it'd be funny if things don't change all that much, actually. Teases Benn for aiming high, but ultimately decides to try and be a good wingman for his first mate. It's the least he can do, after all! And if he does succeed in getting with you, the resulting alliance will be good for everyone, he reasons. Benn has a headache.

Benn would also send gifts, I think, but they're smaller. More personal and often functional. A small bottle of your favorite spirits, a leather-bound journal, a small piece of subtle but pretty jewelry. A replacement for a scabbard strap that snapped during a skirmish, an extra button when one popped off of your coat... was he even there for that? How did he notice..?

And Benn is no stranger to drinking and partying, of course, but he makes more relaxing company than Shanks. Won't pester you or drag you into things the same way Shanks will, happy to find somewhere a little quieter and just enjoy a shared drink and a moment of quiet.

All in all, kidnapping is far less likely to be on the table. You're on equal footing, and neither man wants the massive clash between Yonkos or the deaths that would result from it that could come from this. They both ultimately want you to like them, after all, and captivity wouldn't break the Will of someone like you even if they did manage it.

An Admiral Mc, on the other hand... oof.

This has a bigger chance of blowing up but Shanks is high-maintenance and loves to court danger. Takes care of troublemakers for you, which pisses you off because you do not need him for that, goddamnit. He likes to antagonize you, knowing you can't just start something without the input of the other Admirals. You're on par with him, but ultimately still a tool for the WG... if you fail, they're more likely to write you off as a failure than a loyal crew would. Would try to get you to defect. Aokiji did it after all, so it's not impossible. But if you're determined to remain a Marine, well... if he can beat you, kidnapping IS on the table here as an alliance is impossible. Uses the danger your subordinates are in against you. The gap between you and them is just too big, are you really willing to risk all of them..? It's worse for an Admiral, tbh. If they can't get you to leave the Marines and join them, and they succeed in taking you for themselves, they're more willing to break you than a fellow Yonko. Can see it becoming something akin to a brat-taming scenario, tbh.

[wlwinry]

wait wait please tell me more about the thistlecaster tangled au

oh boy oh boy im about to explode. prepare for a deeply silly heartfelt au that hovers in the back of my mind so very often

gorgug is (approximately) flynn, fabian is (approximately) rapunzel

by this i mean that they fill those two roles not that the personalities perfectly align

but to backtrack a little to that age-old worldbuilding: fabian, youngest (adoptive, but who cares) son of cathilda the black falls grievously ill as an infant. devastated and desperate, cathilda and fabian's older siblings (princess maeve, prince kieran, and princess rory, though theyre not super relevant to the au i just care about them a lot) hunt for magical cures high and low and eventually find an ancient healing blossom blessed by Galicaea, goddess of the moon, and Cassandra, goddess of the night and of mystery. some say that the flower came from the tears Galicaea shed when her sister first died, but that's neither here nor there...

the royal guard sneaks and fights through the wards around the flower and brews it into a healing draught, one that restores the infant prince's strength--but as he heals and grows bit by bit, the royal family notices a shocking change. fabian's hair, previously a pale silver, has turned moon-white. writing it off as a simple change, the likes of which frequently occur with infants, queen cathilda announces that her baby is healed and the kingdom rejoices

except word reaches bill and hallariel seacaster, fabian's biological parents. you see, they didn't want to deal with a child on their adventures, so they dropped him off on the shores of their former friend's kingdom.

a magical child, however...that's not a burden. that's an opportunity.

hallariel tricks her way into her palace to try and siphon some of fabian's magic, but finds it tied to the boy's blood and hair. so, of course, she steals him back. don't worry, she left a note thanking cathilda for taking such good (temporary) care of him, but she and bill have quite the client list looking for the magical youth, healing, and immortality a child with the healing power of a god can bring

cathilda hunts them down to no avail. the hangman (the ship) stops sailing, hiding in a cove shrouded by the best wards money can buy. fabian grows up in a cabin of that ship, never stepping foot off of it and never seeing another person beyond the clients his doting (ha) mama and papa bring in

cue the lantern celebration, a last hope from the royal ceíli family that their last little one will find his way home

cut to nineteen years later. thief duo fig and gorgug need one last score to be able to leave the kingdom behind with more than enough money to pursue their dreams once they end up Anywhere But There. the score in question? the crown of the lost prince

things don't go to plan, though--they get caught on the way out of the vault and end up splitting up, unable to reach their meeting spot now that (junior) captain of the guard riz gukgak is on their tails. fig heads for the forest sans-crown, gorgug heads for the shore with the crown, and when he sees what looks like a shipwreck in the middle of a secluded cove he decides to trust his gut and sneak aboard.

the problem is, of course, that the second he's on board, the glamour fades and the ship is clearly whole and hale. not that he gets much of a chance to process this, though. he gets brained over the head by a large, heavy blunt object, shoved into a closet, and then is blackmailed by the most beautiful man he's ever seen with the longest hair in the goddamn world to take him to see the floating lights in return for the crown. always a man of honor, gorgug agrees, and the ethereally beautiful stranger introduces himself as fabian

and he is. shockingly easy to fall in love with. mesmerized by the outside world. determined to experience as much as he can in the short few days he has without clients. deeply melancholy. maybe a little too fearless

he shudders whenever gorgug holds his hand, like he's not used to the touch. to the comfort

gorgug thinks there isn't much he wouldn't give to see him happy, escape plan aside.

(cue the whole adventure. all of it. except fabian doesnt lose his magic like rapunzel does bc i always thought that was silly. he does THINK that that's where his power stems from, because that's what bill and hallariel always thought and told him)

(also, this is a fabian who wasn't trained, bc bill decided he made a better asset when he was unable to fight the people they sold his magic to. you know, if he ever decided to escape. a lot harder to do that when you can't fight back)

(this au was originally conceptualized with transfem!fabian but really it can be done either way)

(the scene where eugene is totally speechless when he first sees rapunzel? that, but thistlecaster)

(the hangman [dog] is pascal)

[wolfofcelestia]

Chances I'd become their girlfriend if I met them irl

I was just thinking about this because the idea of me and Xav being "the couple that should have been" keeps popping up in my head lmao

Zayne

Assuming I was his childhood friend too, it would be less awkward than if we were strangers meeting as adults, but it would still be kinda awkward at the beginning. It would be like when MC first saw him again at the restaurant, but that awkwardness would be drawn out for like at least 4 months lmao

I don't think either of us would make the first move. It would just be us slowly getting closer and closer. I'd probably fall stupidly in love with him the moment he gives me a cute little snow animal, but our relationship would definitely move at a glacial pace, mostly because of his busy work schedule but also because neither of us would want to rush the other one too quickly

I think we'd eventually work out though, down the line. Slowly melting for each other, slowly warming up to each other

Overall, 95% chance I'd become his girlfriend. It would just be a very long game, which, to my demisexual ass, would be absolutely perfect

Sylus

Listen man. I have anxiety. And this guy's lifestyle would definitely exasperate that. The only way I'd be with him is if he pretty much hounded me down, kept giving me gifts, kept contacting me so that I'd always expect and look forward to receiving his gifts and messages, and pretty much kept annoying me until I gave up and accepted him as part of my life

But my major issue is his lifestyle. He would have to accept me as someone who needs protection from whatever would trigger my anxiety, but this man knows how to shut people up to make it quiet and calm, and he knows how to create a safe and comfortable environment, so it's... not impossible for me to become his girlfriend. He just won't have the badass MC fighting beside him like in the game. Instead, he'd have like... a kitten to take care of. (I'm so mad I made that reference.)

75% chance I'd become his girlfriend. Or rather, his live-in pet. The pace would be pretty quick, I think. He's very proactive and determined, so he wouldn't stop with his gifts and his persistence until I gave in

Xavier

This guy shares my star aesthetic and my interest in games. He's cozy and comfortable. Literally nothing wrong with him and everything right about him. And yet. I don't know??

Assuming we'd be living in the same building, I feel like if he wanted me, he'd absolutely have to be on the offensive because I would just be completely oblivious to his feelings and see him as a close friend. Even if he bought me a bunch of plushies and cute lights, and stayed up with me all night playing games or cuddling on the couch watching a movie until we fell asleep... even if he straight up started getting touchy, I'd be like "you're a good friend" to him the next day asdfalskj

I don't know. Maybe in a moment of weakness, I'd be able to see him in a different light, but the chances are slim. And he'd have to be really straight forward with me to convince my dumb oblivious ass that he wants to be more than just friends

35% chance I'd become his girlfriend. It would be really difficult to see him as more than just a friend but considering he would live so close, he has the chance to be the first one to help me if I'm dealing with any problems, so it's not impossible. The pace? The pace would be non-existent because the change in relationship would depend on the circumstances

Rafayel

I can't swim!! I'm pretty sure I get sea sick too! And I know absolutely nothing about art!! But as someone who lives near the ocean, I do have a connection to the sea. I don't know how he and I would get together though. If anything, he'd get me with his fire, and his ability to put on a show with it. Then again... that kinda circles back to me being a star-aesthetics girl who's drawn to little lights lmao

His personality would probably be helpful when I'm feeling down, but I feel like I'm too... stoic? Uptight? For his whimsy and silliness. And if I were his bodyguard... man, he'd be done for. I don't want to be responsible for someone else's safety. Any sign of danger and my anxiety would SPIKE

Yeah, I feel like me and Raf are just way too different. I wouldn't say it's completely impossible since, again, in a moment of weakness, his personality would be helpful in making me feel better, but overall, I feel like there would be around a 10% chance I'd become his girlfriend. Like Xavier, this would completely depend on circumstances but it's not looking good for him so far

Caleb

Assuming we grew up together in a orphanage-type situation, it would be hard to see him as anything other than a close friend who'd always be beside you as a close friend. And from what little we've seen of him so far, I'm not so sure. For one, I'm not into being called pipsqueak by some guy 30cm taller than me. Like?? You wanna come down here and say that to my face??

I'd imagine him being just as comforting as the other boys for sure but, yeah it's hard to say from where we are in the story right now. For now, I'd put him at a 10% chance. Like with Xavier, he'd be stuck in the friendzone but even more so because Caleb would be a sort of "friends forever" type of friend. How do you move on from that?

[im-not-batman]

Okay i am SO excited that people were interested so here it is. I need to preface this with the fact that it won't be totally 1-to-1.

9-1-1/The West Wing Fusion crossover AU thing

SO, i already said Bobby is the President. Not only does it make sense for his relationships with everyone else, but he is also very similar to Bartlett in a lot of ways: the Catholicism, the hidden illness (Jed's MS and Bobby's Alcoholism and PTSD), the strong moral compass and the way they are always everyone's go-to for advice. Also the way they deal with problems and conflict.

Athena is obviously FLOTUS. Unfortunately i suffer with Can't-Stand-Athena Disease, so i'm leaning on my love of Abbey for this one. But they're both very capable, intelligent women who can't be told what to do. Both are completely devoted to their families and are even self-destructive with that love sometimes. (Athena going after Amir (DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT - FUCKING ACAB) and Abby secretly treating Jed's MS and putting her lisence in question).

May and Harry should take on the roles of Zoey and Ellie respectively. May still being the older sibling, i just think they fit the personalities of the siblings better that way. Harry being distant and aloof until they have a breakthrough, May being close to the family and friendly with the other staffers. Also the Charlie/Zoey of it all.

Hen (my beloved) is Chief of Staff. This feels obvious. She's already Bobby's second in command, she's got the instict for it, and the respect of all the others. I also think she would still have a fire fighting background and she got into politics later. I just think that experience would be vital for her as COS, similar to Leo's military service. I also think a professional history like that would also commmand respect from strangers.

For Deputy Chief of Staff I'm (perhaps predictably) going with Eddie. I was toying with the idea of it being Chim but you'll see why i didn't got there when i explain his role. But yeah, Eddie's perfect for this one. Both he and Josh are dramatic about everything, they both have well-meaning hearts that sometimes results in them doing or saying stupid shit, they have deepseated issues that cause them to push people away. Also, need i say it? SHOOTING ARC! This also (again predictably i fear) allows for the EPIC ROMANCE of Josh and Donna to be mapped onto Buddie.

Which brings me of course to Buck. He's gotta be Donna. They've got the shared history of failed relationships with some not great people (but remain hopeless romantics anyway), Buck flitting from job to job and Donna not having much work experience go hand on hand too. Also they're both very capable and intelligent but hide it/don't realise that fully. I like to think that Maddie qas the one to get him his job amd Eddie was just a bit too scared to question her.

Now Maddie. This might be an unpopular decision because on the surface they are nothing alike, but I'm putting Maddie in Toby's spot. Not only does she suit Director of Communications perfectly – Maddie is the fucking QUEEN of coomunication (season 5 notwithstanding lol) but she and Toby share a lot of their values. Sure, Toby's a miserable, pessimistic asshole about it, but they both believe in a very black and white definition right and wrong. They are both loyal to a fault (even Toby's treason was an act of loyalty you can fight me on this but you will LOSE) and do everything they can to protect the people they love. Also i just love them both so much i want to fuse them into one because it makes me feel like a mad scientist in a lab trying to create the perfect character out of goo and slime and glitter.

Anyway! For Maddie's second, I'm really not sure. I was thinking maybe Linda or Josh but neither fit particularly well to me. Idk, let me know what you guys think.

Okay. Chim. Think how perfect he'd be as Press Sec. Please. That man is BORN to be on camera. He's charismatic and friendly and relatable, he comes across as approachable but fr who would cross him if he put his foot down? No one! Also. I IMPLORE you to please imagine him doing the Jackal. It was so hard to figure out who i'd trust to take up the mantel of CJ "baddest bitch around" Cregg because i love her so much but when i started to consider Chimney it felt obvious 😅 i also just think he'd love to have the opportunity to evicerate an asshole on live television, and he DESERVES that opportunity too. And if you were wondering: Yes I DO ship CJ and Toby. Hence Madney being their counterparts.

Now for my boy Charlie!!! It of course HAS to be Ravi!! Those boys are the sweetest loveliest boys on the planet! They pair up so well! I also have a headcanon that, similar to Charlie, Ravi has younger siblings he's always had to take care of because their mum died and their dad worked too much. So. Yeah. Also lowkey May x Ravi nation where are you please accept me into your ranks.

Anyway, i hope this is acceotable to everyone who was interested. I might write something in this AU one day but if you have ever interacted with me before you should know not to hold your breath lmao

Tagging @pangrams-n-palindromes from my other post so they see this, I hope that's okay!

[sshadowritestoriess]

HELLOOOO im in love with the way you write our beloved rama 😭

i just wanted to know ur hcs about him beginning to realize he feels more about the reader than just friendship and/or how he deals with the first buds of sinful thoughts about their dear human friend? 👀

HI tysm!! Ramattra definitely has my attention hahaha. Sorry this is so long!! I just like writing 😂

Ramattra realizing his feelings

Earning his friendship was a hard enough task on his own. He never made that easy for you, or for anyone of flesh and blood

As much hatred as he has for humanity, he doesn’t outright assume all humans are evil. He understands there is still good in its kind, it’s just a matter of knowing who he is safe to drop his guard around when having more acute interactions

And this is a process he has the utmost forbearance for. As long as a person can express patience with him, then he is more than willing to allow himself to be understood by a human peer

You were probably one of the most respectful humans he had personally interacted with. Your kindness made for a strong first impression, especially in the way you had greeted him as any other person, looked upon him with no surprise in your eyes as if he had just been anyone else. Not a killer. Not a terrorist.

Still, for the ongoing weeks he kept his distance the more he had found himself in the same room as you, assuming his same process of determining whether your behavior was a front or not.

He was as kind to you as you were to him, which made things a little confusing on your end. You weren’t oblivious— you know who he is, and such a name as Ramattra came with a complex reputation. He’s certain he began addressing you as a ‘friend’ the moment you’d inquired why people thought him as ‘cold’

“You’ve been real nice to me,” you’d said, mirth in your tone, “I’m not just getting special treatment, am I?”

It wasn’t the first lighthearted joke you’d made in his presence, but it was the first he’d laughed at. He knew it wasn’t a question that needed answering, and so he didn’t. You were smart enough to assume the reason for rumor

Quickly, you both became close. (Well, ‘quick’ being you set the record for “fastest human to earn Ramattra’s trust”. It took fourteen weeks, but neither of you were counting.)

He was content to admit he admired you, respect drastically outweighing his contempt for what you were. It felt nice, to see you through blurred lines— he felt he finally understood, for just a moment, the bond that his brothers back at the monastery were trying to protect

But the more Ramattra grew to know you, the more he shared about himself. Which, tends to be a normal exchange between friends, certainly. Of the others he would dare call ‘friends’ before you, this wasn’t out of the ordinary

Yet when he would speak too much about himself with you, he felt shame. Embarrassment. He would wonder to himself at times if he should have shared certain things, and worried of your opinion

It made him pull back for a while, and was relieved you remained as patient as you’d always been. You made sure he was fine and he’d kindly dismissed you, to which you respectfully backed off and simply told him you were here if he needed

But… then when he was given the space he asked for, he became somewhat angry with himself. Now he just missed you, but felt so under pressure to be in your presence. It was frustrating.

You knew whatever problem he was facing had to be because of you, since he had told you just a few days ago that he preferred a little distance for now— but here he sat across the room from you, scrolling through lists of weaponry concepts to decide on what to work on next, inquiring your opinion of colors, of all things.

There came a day that Ramattra had a run in with a particularly violent human gang, of whom he’d shown little mercy for after they dealt the first strike— he should have swung the moment one of the strangers drawled about wearing his face as a trophy, “-after I reduce ya to nuts-n-bolts,” they’d said. A pitiful drop of confidence quickly lost into the newly reddened asphalt of the nearest alley

You caught him marching down a corridor, and it finally hit Ramattra like a truck when you’d approached him to make sure he was fine

He didn’t bleed red, you knew this. And something in him clicked when you immediately assumed him the victim, placing careful hands on his chest as you observed him for damage

Oh, he liked you. A lot. Had any other person of flesh approached him, he would have demanded solitude with a killing accusatory tone, a wordless threat of violence if his needs were not met.

But you had came to him, and he was more than relieved that you had. Just seeing you again, he realized why he hadn’t hit his attackers first.

“Are you attempting to domesticate me?” He had blurted, watching you curl your hand into the hem of your shirt and wipe the blood from his fingers. He takes in your baffled expression with a hidden affection- and yet again, feeling awkward for such a poor joke with little context. He fought himself on whether to explain, but decided better of it.

Understanding then why he felt so drawn to you, he felt somewhat justified in why he additionally felt like such a fool in your presence.

He hadn’t intended to feel this way about you, it couldn’t be helped. You hit many marks that he found objectively attractive.

He would spend the next few days observing you to thoroughly analyze his feelings toward you— to which you felt like a specimen being studied with how he kept tossing prolonged stares in your direction

He didn’t mean to appear like a creep, and he ended up feeling so much worse when you finally confronted his “quiet ogling”

“I— I was not,” he’d say defensively, and relaxed quickly when you laughed. “You are merely a fascinating subject to observe, is it so offensive that I watch?”

“Are you calling me pretty?”

“No.” He quickly bites, then immediately froze as he regretting saying it so harshly. He doubles back, “But, I do not mean—“ a pause, “You are fine as you are. But that is not what I was saying.”

Ogling. He was ashamed to find himself doing just that so soon after the amused accusation

The way you smirk before telling a joke, he’d mishear your jest when he was so focused on the way your mouth moved, and imagined running his thumb over your lips

When he’d find you closer to morning, he loved to catch you stretching your arms above your head. Your shirt would ride upward and reveal a bit of your navel while your upper half trembled into the stretch. He wanted to put his hands there, too.

He stole an opportunity to knead at your shoulder once when you complained about being sore from a prior activity, everting inside him lurching with humiliation when you settled comfortably into his lap.

An innocent gesture, sat between his legs while you accepted his kindness— though a deceptive offer, for he had just wanted a reason to have you this close.

He stared hard at your neck, gaze dropping to peer beneath your collar. It was dreadful. But he wouldn’t restrain himself, entirely glad he had a stationary face.

He’d pull at the cables of his mane when he was by himself, shaking his head and his fists at himself for this unrighteous behavior. Being away from you was worse, left alone with unrestrained thoughts of the things he could do to you

And oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

But you were a friend. A human. He was an omnic, and certainly not one built for… that kind of activity.

But then again, he was not made with life in mind, either. As far as he saw it, he could do whatever he wanted with the privilege of having agency

And that has resulted in relieving himself of these indecent thoughts when he shut himself into his quarters, blessed with the ability to create vivid images of what you would look like beneath him.

These solemn hours of the night should be reserved for meditation, and pondering his next move. But now he’s been reduced to touching himself with you in mind, pulling at delicate wires that were not meant to be tempered with.

Imagining you there. Evoking hypothetical risk by trusting you with his body.

But he hadn’t even made his feelings known to you yet. Hell, he couldn’t imagine a situation where he would without it complicating everything, or making you distant.

He knew he was the least likely candidate to end up in a cross-species relationship. So for now, he’d just relish in your friendship

And if ever you hint at wanting to take things a step further, you would find Ramattra quite eager to advance.

[theadhddimsenion]

why the “being from hell is just an excuse” argument pisses me off!

my personal thoughts on why this argument is deeply flawed.

Look the hellaverse is no stranger to moral grey areas and complex situations. But I have come to loathe this bullshit argument because more often than not it in of it’s self is a excuse to deny the fact any character you may not happen to like not like and scrub away the nuance of any given situation like steel wool.

speaking personally as a neurodivergent individual I have never really understood what makes something an excuse vs a reason and if any neurotypical can explain it to me in the comments I would appreciate it because from my point of view the only difference between a reason and a excuse is that an excuse is simply any reason someone doesn’t happen to like which leads me to why I think this argument is flawed and too often used in bad faith.

point number 1 is that this augment fails to take into account the damage that a bad environment can have on a person. Let’s take the arguably biggest victim of this fallacy blitz. He’s the one to actively say it and people immediately jumped on this bandwagon of interpreting this as him deflecting criticism but I always interpreted it as him asking “why me specifically?” To which veroskia doesn’t answer she instead insults him. She never proved his argument wrong or even came up with a counter argument so I’m inclined to believe that she doesn’t actually have a way to prove him wrong and speaking of veroskia I would like to note something very interesting. Nearly all of the characters who say that hell doesn’t have to be shitty are generally in positions of power or have been in positions of power ei privileged. Veroskia the pop star, stolas the prince and who can forgot the most sugar sweet princess of hell who had an entire arc about learning that she isn’t acknowledging the reality of hell around her and for veroskia specifically in addition to her pop star status it’s possible and even likely that concubi like her are higher on the food chain than imps so what would any of these characters know about dealing with the reality of hell? Now that I think about it this argument Begins to feel like elitist dogma. “The poor are using the fact that have barely enough money to pay for their basic needs as an excuse for not making enough money”

Point number two. “But there characters who aren’t assholes in hell!! So that makes being in hell an excuse!!!” Yeah sure just because there are exemptions doesn’t make the rule invalid or nonexistent. For every demon that might have a rainbow inside them there will be a thousand more that have nothing inside them besides selfishness and malice. For cripes sake Millie’s family treats murder like a hoppy and drug dealing is a legitimate business along side Assassination!!

point three. “But but but admitting your not perfect is whwh what quarmire did so it’s ok to be a self righteous hypocrite!!” Look pal yeah admitting that you have a problem is only the first step and not everyone gets past that but what’s the last time you saw a self righteous hypocrite look in the mirror and say “I don’t want to be like this, not forever”?

the point I’m trying to make here is that while yes being from hell isn’t nesscraily a free pass to be an absolute asshole to everyone but if you just call it an excuse you essentially say “no deeply rooted phycological issues don’t matter and neither does being from a place where murder happens every second”. If anyone has any counter arguments please let me know in the comments below.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for not stopping to hang out with my ex-friend's little brother? 🫠 ← so I can see it later

So, I (19M) have been friends with Z(20M) for about 3 years at this point. However, about 2 months ago we had a fight, mostly caused by his unwillingness to work on his anger issues and my unwillingness to be vulnerable and other problems in our personalities that ended up clashing with eachother in the worst way possible. Both parties are responsible for the falling out here.

Now, we are both in the same friend circle, and when the fight happened I made it clear to all our mutual friends that I didn't want anyone taking sides, neither did I want people to stop talking to him because of said fight, and I thought he did the same since his younger brother J (15M) didn't stop talking to me.

I know the kid since he was 12, even baby sat him a few times over the three years I was friends with his brother. We don't talk regularly, but I do try to hang out with him here and there (usually playing video games or taking him and some of his school friends to whatever movie they wanna to watch).

I thought Z knew I still hung out with his brother because J sometimes posts stuff on social media when we go out, but since I don't have any other social media aside from tumblr, I don't know if these posts have me in it or not.

Yesterday, I went to pick him up so I could take him and his friend to this robotics/technology event my uni was doing, he begged me for almost a whole two weeks to take him when I mentioned it was going to happen and that I was gonna be presenting stuff (I'm part of a project that builds a race car and he Loves cars). When I got there, Z had just arrived as well and got Really pissed to see me there, he got even more pissed when I told him I was just there to pick J up.

He told me to stop talking to his brother and that I should stop being obsessed with him and that we were done. Now, I'm like a Really avoidant person when it comes to fights, like, to the point of if someone came to punch me I would just let them in hopes of the fight ending quicker (it has happened before, not exactly a pleasant experience I must say).

So all I did was say "ok" and got into my car to leave. However, since J was really excited about the event, I sent him a message asking him and his friend to come to my apartment cause "stuff" that I had to deal with had come up and I wouldn't be able to get them in time, and then sent him some money so they could grab an uber.

I get home and like, 20-30 minutes later J and his friend get there as well, but J is crying really hard, just bawling his eyes out. He was really really upset cause Z had yelled at him of me and threatened to tell their parents that he was "associating with his stalker" (I haven't seen nor talked to Z since the fight) and he was scared that his parents would make him stop hanging out with me (which I doubt they will since I'm the only reason the kid wants to go to uni, he Will regret that decision the moment he steps foot in the mechanical engineering building of my uni, so rip).

We got him to calm down and we went to the event, which went terribly but in a funny way (the car caught on fire when we turned it one, nobody was hurt physically, emotionally however is another story) and we had a lot of fun.

I gave him more money so he and his friend could go home, I didn't know if his brother was still there but I didn't wanna take any chances.

Today I woke up to a message from Z, again telling me to stay the hell away from his brother or else he would punch me in the face (he wouldn't, I know that for a fact, he would rather die than hurt me or anyone physically, emotionally again is another story). I didn't reply and blocked his number. I asked some of my other friends about it and the opinions are a bit divided, some say it's weird to still hang out with J, others say it's fine, so the most logical conclusion is to obviously ask strangers online what they think about it (which, it kinda of is, since no one knows either of the parties involved which means less bias or whatever)

Anyway, what's the verdict

What are these acronyms?

[lily-fics-11]

Je Vous Aime (Robin Buckley, Stranger Things)

Je Vous Aime//Robin Buckley, Stranger Things

I haven't written about my pookie Robin in so long so I had to fix that

You say goodbye to Robin after school and put on your headphones. You walk out to the bike rack together every day. Before you play the music on your Walkman you hear Robin whisper “Je vous aime.”

“What does that mean?” you question, wondering why she was speaking to you in what you think is French. She knows you don’t speak it, that you have always taken Spanish. 

Robin’s freckled cheeks flush instantaneously. “I thought you were listening to music.”

“Not yet. Was that French? What does ‘je voo em’ mean?” You interrogate her, trying to get to the bottom of this strange interaction.

She breaks eye contact to stare down at her converse. “It means… see you later. So uh, see you later, I gotta go.” She doesn't even look back at you before leaving on her bike, she just takes off.

Robin always looks at you, her stone blue eyes staring deeply into yours. The only time she doesn’t is when she lies. “I can stay late, my parents won’t mind. I finished that essay too, so I can hang out tonight. Steve is probably running late, I can stay for another few minutes.”

Back home you pour over your homework without making much progress. 

Why would Robin say something to you that she knew you couldn’t understand?

When she didn’t think you could hear her? 

Why the hell would she lie about it? 

Did you upset her? 

Is she sad? Mad? 

Clearly you had done something wrong. Robin is far from confrontational and avoids problems until they go away. Even though conflict between you two is rare, you are tired of her dealing with it this way. She isn’t going to just let things go this time, it’s not fair to either of you. 

You check the time and the library closes in a half hour. If you ride your bike fast enough you will have enough time to get there and find a French dictionary to borrow. 

Upon arriving at the library you are tired, sweating, and red in the face from racing there against the clock. You ask the librarian where to find what you need, quickly locate, and check it out.

You can’t wait until you get home to figure this out, so you sit in the grass outside the library and start searching through the book.

The first word was definitely “je”. Flipping through the dictionary you find out that it means “I”. I what? I want you to leave me alone?

“Voo” came after “je”. Unfortunately, you discover that “voo” itself is not, in fact, a word. It isn’t spelled the way it sounds, so you move on to words that have “vo” at the beginning. The word that sticks out is “vous”, for which the English translation is “you”. 

There is the ABBA song called Voulez-Vous, which is “do you want”, if you aren’t mistaken. You must be on the right track then. “I” and “you”. I hate you?

Turns out that “to hate” is “détester”, and not the word she said. That’s a relief, but you are still desperate for an answer. But “em” isn’t even a word and neither is “im”. 

You don’t actually know how vowels are pronounced in French. How they are pronounced in English is different from Spanish, so French is probably the same way. Pronunciation basics is naturally the next section you look at. You discover that different vowel combinations were definitely the right direction to go in. “Ai” could kind of sound like the “e” in “em”. So “aim” or “aime” is probably the right word.

You can’t believe your eyes when you read the translation of “aime”. 

Love?

Love.

I love you? Your friendship with Robin could certainly be categorized as very close, but not in an “I love you” way. 

You would never say it to her, that’s for sure. 

Not because you don’t love her, but because you don’t love her like a friend. 

You are in love with Robin. 

You would without a doubt say it back if she were to say it directly to you, even if you meant it in a different way. 

Why wouldn’t she just say it? Is she worried you don’t feel the same way? Now that you are actually thinking about it you do have a tendency to distance yourself at times, and avoid physical affection when it comes to Robin. In your defense you only do it to avoid letting yourself live an impossible fantasy. 

Robin Buckley is a girl. 

Robin Buckley doesn’t love you the way that you love her. 

However, to anyone with a single notion of your same sex attraction, your feelings for Robin would be crystal clear, like her pretty blue eyes. Your eyes can find her in the most crowded room and from just about any distance. And once you spot her? You can’t bear to look away. Why would you pass up an opportunity to admire such a physically and mentally appealing girl?

You would drop just about anything for Robin. If she calls, you are there. Family dinner, studying, the best book or movie, doesn’t matter. Robin is always a top priority. As long as you are in a good place to give her your best you will absolutely give it to her. 

You wear her favorite color whenever you can, you seek it out when you go shopping. If she mentions a book or movie you completely engross yourself in it until you can discuss it with her at great length. You even spend extra time studying Spanish so that you can carry conversations with her. Robin is extraordinary, she speaks English, French, Spanish, and Italian. 

There is no obvious reason why she would do this, and you have no intention of waiting for an answer to this unshakeable question. 

You shove the book into the woven basket on your bike and take off at a steady pace in the direction of Robin’s house. You don’t want to look like a mess when you get there. You can feel frustration building up inside you. Why does she have to be so avoidant, why can’t she just say what she is feeling? 

You knock on the door and Robin is the one to answer it. She looks excited to see you until she realizes how upset you are. 

“Is everything ok? Is something wrong? Did I do something?” Robin panics and then groans “fuck, I did do something, didn’t I,” when your expression doesn’t soften. 

“Well yeah, you kind of did,” you sigh with a twinge of guilt, realizing how much you are stressing her out.

Robin starts fidgeting with the chunky silver rings on her fingers. “I’m not always the best at, you know, the social cues, so I’m so sorry to ask this because it makes me feel like a jerk, but what did I do?”

Robin Buckley really can’t read a room, can she. Remembering this only creates more remorse for acting on your emotions instead of taking your time to find the best approach. 

“What you said after school today,” you explain. “‘Je vous aime’.”

“I hate to ask another stupid question,” Robin says while making deep eye contact before looking away and asking "but what’s wrong with ‘see you later’?”

“Robin, have you forgotten how well I know you? I can tell when you are lying. I went to the library and found a French dictionary, so I know what you actually said. ‘I love you’? Why wouldn’t you just say it? We are friends, aren’t we? Have I made you uncomfortable or upset? I’m sorry if I have made you feel that way. But if I did, why wouldn’t you come to me about it? You deserve to feel heard.”

“We are friends.” Robin mumbles. 

You run a hand through your hair in exasperation. “Then what the hell is going on?”

“I just didn’t want to make things weird.” She bites her chapped lips. 

“Rob, we are friends, I want you to feel safe to talk to me. I would never judge you.” 

Robin sits down on the ground like she is trying to get away from you, without actually going anywhere. “That’s the thing. You wouldn’t judge a friend who says I love you. But you might not feel the same way when someone means it as more than friendly. Especially when you are both girls. It’s not fair of me to lie to you and I really should be honest so you can just kick me out of your life for being the weird girl that’s in love with her friend. So je vous aime, I love you. Like in love with you. And you never have to speak to me again if you don’t….”

You had sat down next to Robin while she was talking and now you cut her off. “You are so oblivious, and to be quite honest, I'm offended.”

“Fuck!” Robin groans before covering her face with her hands. “I know you probably think it’s gross, and you hate me, and…”

You pull her hands away from her face. They had been covering her sad puppy dog expression. “Shhhhhh Robin,” you try to soothe her before putting an arm around her shoulders. “It’s not gross. It’s the opposite of gross. You are like gold, you know. Precious, but dense. I’ve always been in love with you. I try not to make it obvious but I still feel like it is.”

“Y-you?” She stutters, her voice sounding afraid, though her eyes are starry and filled with wonder. “In love with me?”

“Je vous aime, Robin.”

[orangevtae]

Protector [Din Djarin x Skywalker!Reader]

Summary: Din's been on your track for a while now, but he actually didn't know that you were being hunted for to be delivered to an Empire Lord that has been after you simply because you were part of the Resistance so you both make a deal: you pay him so he protects you till you got to Nevarro so you can pay the price for your own head and you go to your separate ways. But is Din capable of doing it?

Warnings: Even if the story it's written between the events of seasons 1 & 2, maybe there can be some spoilers. Strangers to lovers (kinda?). Murder and death. afab!reader and use of she/her pronouns. Mentions of the Skywalker twins, reader and them are not blood relationed tho. Found family kinda thing. Typical Star Wars and The Mandalorian like violence. Touch starved Din (No one's gonna change my mind on that).

A/N: another day, another Pedro Pascal character. I decided to delete Supernova cause i didn't like the way it was going and i thought about this one and liked the idea better, maybe it will be multi-chapter, still thinking about it. Enjoy! <3

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Chapter 1: The Meeting

Din was yet in another icey planet. The snow beneath his feet was fluff, what made his boots smooth down while he heard the crunchy sound of it. The kid was safely neated and warmed on it's satchel by Din's hip as The Mandalorian was with his attention on his track orb that was beeping the louder he walked.

He didn't mind snowy icey planets, his beskar made sure to keep the cold out, he only thought about how this kinda of place seemed to be the prefered ones for the bounties he went after to. The thing is: this bounty in specifically never stopped on a place for more than a week, he got lucky if sometimes they decided to stay for two weeks, but it never lasted.

He has been after you for quite some months now, Din thought that maybe that was the longer he took to find a bounty. It was hard to keep tracks on you, he got near close to capture you once on Coruscant but you got him lost on the multitude on people on there, he only got closer enough to see you flying off on a ship, attentively looking back at him. So now, with you close to reach and him lucky enough to find out about where you were hiding before you took off by the end of the week was everything he asked for.

You knew he was after you, which bounty hunter wasn't? But the fact is: he in specifically was the one that could actually keep his track on you. You made all the others get lost, being tricked whenever they got too close so you could use the force to persuade them to believe that you weren't the person they were looking for.

But this one, this Mandalorian guy, really made up for the legends he had on his shoulders. At first, you were deeply afraid of him, he for himself looked butch enough and with the beskar clad armor he wore, he looked even more intimidating. If he ever so captured you, you were done for.

You don't know how long you were in the run now, you just knew that it had been so long that you blocked your siblings from the force connection you had so just you wouldn't endangering them on this too. You knew Luke and Leia could take care of themselves, they had much more force training than you, but they had their own lifes and you didn't want them in trouble cause of your problems.

It was easy to persuade the others bounty hunters, even if they were in that line of work, not all of them were good on their stealthy, you lost count how many times you got them lost cause they made fools of themselves but with the Mandalorian? You only got lucky the first and only time you were able to drible him and run away before he captured you. Right now, you wouldn't have time to hide or run cause you didn't thought yet about the next planet you would go to because the Mandalorian found you first, so you had two options and neither of them were good enough to do before he shot you with a blaster and it's bye-bye you.

You took a deep breath, you were patiently waiting for him to get to the room you were staying at and you weren't less surprised when you heard the door open and close, the sound of heavy boots making themselves known as he got inside "Don't move" he commanded, his voice a little raspy from the modulator from his helmet.

"So...you finally found me" you commented, voice low.

"Yeah, you were kinda hard to keep track on but not enough" he said "Stand up"

You took a deep breath, it was now or never "Okay, listen, i have a proposal for you" you said as you stood up, hands above your head "I'm pretty sure you don't know who is after me."

"No clue, my job it's just to catch you and bring you" he said, taking slow steps towards you as he stood tall before you, blaster directly aimed to your stomach "and i can bring you in warm or i can bring in cold, you decide it. I'm going to get my payment either way."

"Please, just listen to me" you begged, looking up at him. Your orbs found the T line on his helmet, that was a little tilted down at you since you were a little smaller than him and you almost felt like crying if that would made him listen to you, you didn't care if you were going to be shot, you have to at least try "The man that is looking for me, he's an former Empire Lord. Even if the Empire it's over, there's plenty of man like the one's after me around the galaxy."

"So what?" he said in return.

"So what is that he's after me cause i was part of the Rebellion, got sent on a mission where my purpose was to find and take down the ship he was and the crew members with him by the end of the war. He still was alive after i took everything down and that set a rage on him and he's been looking for me ever since." you let out a deep breath "I never did anything moraly wrong that could cause my name to be around a bounty hunter track orb or to have a farrik Mandalorian after me. He's just after me cause he wants revenge and the Republic doesn't know how to find him cause he is always hidden the dark where their eyes are unable to see and if i wasn't being honest about it i wouldn't come up with such history, it has too much backstory for it to be a teltalle so i can ditch you, so i am asking you to please believe my word."

For a moment, you thought that he wasn't conviced and that he would end up shooting you without needing to think twice He was silent for a few good moments, just shallow breaths being heard from his modulator.

"I don't trust you" he said finally "You could very well just made that up so you could try, so i need something to know that what you are saying it's true."

You almost sighed with relief at it and nodded "Downstairs, the lady on the reception, she was an former Rebellion ally, we fought together many times, she can confirm you my story. I'll be right here when you get back, you have my word."

You heard a deep sigh coming from him "Okay" he said, holsting his blaster back on his hip "If you story is a blanty lie and i discover that that woman downstairs has nothing to do with what you saying, you can expect that when i come back, you are done for."

You nodded your head, feeling your thighs tremble a little "Okay."

"Stay right here, if you move" he held up his tracker "I'll know"

And he went out the door.

You let out a deep breath, your hands were sweating and trembling as you took a seat on the bed beneath you. To say you were scared of him was mere fact, that guy was even broader up close than what you've seen last time from afar. He stood tall before you all the time while having a calm demeanor with a blaster pointed at you ready to shoot if you ever tried anything.

But you wouldn't, cause you actually needed him. Not that you weren't capable of taking care of yourself, cause in reality you could take anyone down in a matter of seconds if you needed, but you needed a safe scape out and you assumed he had a ship and you needed to get to Nevarro without other bounty hunter stumbling into you.

It seemed like hours, it looked like it has been an eternity before the Mandalorian apeared on the door of your room again, closing it after he got inside.

"So?" you asked

"She confirmed your version, but why an Empire scum is after you? Really, i mean" he asked you, putting some weight on his left leg and one of his hands on his hip

"I killed his son" you stated "I didn't knew he was on board of the ship" It got silent suddenly.

It looked like the weight made your shoulders sunk.

It was the first time you ever revealed that, it was an acident, the kid wasn't supposed to be on board when you bombarded the Imperial ship, that kind of information wasn't given cause no one knew he was on board when you and your team were supposed to explode it.

"We didn't know, that kind of info never came to us and when it came...well, it was already done and his father has been after me ever since" you sighed

Mando didn't said anything for a while, only sighed and looked at the satchel at his hip where the Kid was still sleeping peacefully "So, what was your proposal?"

"Take me to Nevarro, i can pay you in double the reward for me and i am guessing you have a ship" you stated to him, squaring your shoulders "I need someone as you to take me there cause i'm always on a track. I just need to get to Nevarro to pay the reward that it's on my head, i guess that that may erase me from the Guild's records"

Din thought for a while. Even on his line of work, it wasn't acceptable to kill kids and he thought that you were paying for something that wasn't your fault and you clearly just wanted a stop to the constant feeling of running away. That didn't mean he trusted you tho.

Plus, he needed the money, he had an extra mouth now so he needed to buy food since the green child under his care never stopped eating amd he wanted him to at least live well under his care.

"I'll take you there, one of the head leaders of the Guild is a friend of mine, i guess he can do that for you if i ask him, it's a more than fair trade i guess" he shrugged, putting his blaster back on the holter "But i don't trust you."

"You don't have to" you looked him at his helmet, where you guessed his eyes would be "Just take me to Nevarro, i'll pay you and we both go on our separate ways"

"Deal" he tilted his head towards the door signaling for you guys to head out the door.

You grabbed the backpack you always carried with you that had just the few belongings and headed out the room, the lights went off and the door closed behind you and your new companions for a while.

For your lucky, you always remembered to pay your stady on the places you would be in the moment you arrived at them, so you didn't had problems when leaving the in you where. When you put feet outside of it, the cold air hitted you with force and you squeezed the scarf closer to your neck and nose and followed the Mandalorian that was a few steps ahead of you.

When you took steps enough to at least walk by his side in silence, you noticed a pair of green ears peaking out of the satchel he had around his hip, you frowned when it turned it's head and stared at you with it's big orbs. You let out a little smile make itself on your lips when you noticed that it was a baby, he cooed to you and you waved a little before looking front of you to make sure you wouldn't step on some ice that would make you slide face down on the ground. You haven't noticed the baby till now.

You knew that Mandalorians had a costume to take orphans in their care till they delivered them to their family's or they stayed with them of they couldn't find, you were surprised to know that this Mandalorian beside you had that kind of mission on him. It didn't take long to get to the hangar where the Mandalorian had put his ship into.

You let out a quiet whistle at seeing his ship "Wow, Razor Crest. It's been a while since i saw one"

"Ever piloted one?" he asked, this seemed to peak his interest

"No, we had one at the Rebel base, it was only used once" you whispered

"C'mon" he clicked a few buttons on the pad of his arm, making the ramp of the Crest to get down.

When it was down enough, he went ahead of you and climbed it, you followed close behind, when you were inside, the same ramp got up and the Crest was started, lifting off the ground so you decided to go to the cockpit, where the Mandalorian and his little green friend where at and then went off planet.

[ethereance]

Au where Lance grew up in gravity Falls before voltron. Imagine Allura trying to figure out whether the weird thing Lance says and does is a weird human thing or weird Lance thing

Anon, anon, anon, I love where your brain is at right now.

Humans, to Allura and Coran at least, are weird in their own right. With how similar they look to alteans, they always get thrown by the occasional thing that to them, is just so alien (all those languages they apparently speak even through they’re from a secluded planet, the way cold food freezes their brains—though they enjoyed the food from the planet Icesocles saying it was similar to ‘ice cream’ and wished they could stay longer to build ‘snow men?’, their lack of strength, talk of rain that’s just… water with zero protective shields required to deal with except maybe ‘an umbrella’ which sounds incredibly low tech, and bizarrely only have one heart which is a terrible survival technique). But Lance has a particular brand of weird that just stands out and Allura quickly learns he cannot be used as a basis for understanding what all human first world problems are like.

Hunk tells Allura that it’s just where Lance grew up. Like his hometown, Lance is a bit of a weirdness magnet (which tracks. One minute he’s trying to sneak off and go partying, the next he’s in a cave with a rag tag team and the inscriptions are glowing). Lance has always had these strange stories to tell at the garrison, ones where he was just talking about his family, and the strangeness of his home town was not the focus, but very much prevalent in the story. Some people thought he was just trying to get attention, or seem interesting, but Hunk knew that didn’t seem right. And then Hunk got invited by Lance one year to Gravity Falls and realised that that town really is just like that ™ and you really couldn’t make this kind of stuff up. Turns out it’s not just to attract tourists???? Hunk wonders why more people aren’t freaking out about this (the answer is all proof is seen as fake).

-The Gravity Falls Lance is from is about 50-ish years ahead of the one we’re familiar with. But it’s largely the same. Gravity Falls will always be Gravity Falls.

-When Hunk visited, there was a sudden influx of gnomes in the area. They wanted to steal his all his baking, which Hunk was cool with (once he realised where it was going and not just. Vanishing into thin air), but they had to at least leave some for them. The gnomes miss his baking and really want to make Hunk their queen.

-In this au, Lance doesn’t initially see Pidge as insane for believing in aliens. He accidentally stumbled into the spaceship in the hill when he was a kid whilst trying to look for a missing cat. If he had a nickel for every time he stumbled onto a spaceship… Allura’s the first living alien he’s seen though! And a lot prettier than a pile of bones.

-Lance’s family’s habit of adopting stray cats extends to the bizarre animals of the town too. Lance couldn’t even tell you what species his first pet was. But they definitely are not a cat. He still loves his not-cat Ninja, though <3

-He’s super friendly with a lot of the supernatural. A shame it’s not all super friendly back.

-Lance’s fear of the castle ship being haunted is very legitimate and reasonable. Ghosts are very real!!! (And… maybe there are ghosts here. Not just Alfor’s ‘ghost.’)

-Lance first crush was on a mermaid. Well. Siren.

-“Holy crow! You have mermaids in space too!”

-He’s honestly surprised at how humanoid many of these aliens are. He’s seen stranger.

-Seen many a headcanon about Keith getting caught up in the search for Mothman whilst looking for Shiro (spiralling into the world of conspiracy). Lance will neither confirm nor deny seeing Mothman. Keith just wants an answer :((

-Lance grew up watching bootleg shows on Gravity Falls TV. His references are incredibly niche.

-When Shiro temporarily dies, he has an encounter with the axolotl.

-Haggar/Honerva keeps all those spare Shiros because she, too, is working on making her very own space boy band. As a side gig. Project Kuron takes priority though.

-The longer Pidge spends around Lance, more more interested she gets in hearing about Gravity Falls (she’d heard rumours, sure, but hearing first hand accounts from a local. It has her attention immediately). Pidge just wants to understand the hows and whys and all the science, it drives her nuts, and Lance is just happy to talk about home :)

-Just when Lance thinks he’s free of zombies, now they have space zombies Zarkon and Honerva to deal with.

-Time travel technology is thankfully developed long after people like Haggar and Zarkon are gone. Otherwise… yikes.

-But perhaps the team do end up on a journey to the past and meet the paladins of old??? (Time travel existing is too good to pass up). But trying to change the past leads to time police showing up. What happens to Altea is a canon event :((

-In reference to this comic (that I’m for some reason now thinking about) Lance can now show the alteans the dinosaurs when they come visit Earth.

-Lance finally understands what those soothsquito bites that said ‘Leware Botor’ were all about. A little too late though.

-Sendak doesn’t even know what to think when he tries to invade Gravity Falls. Everywhere else but the garrison was easy. And then there’s this place. What do you mean they have a gnome Voltron?? Your average galra will try and stay clear. It’s lawless, eerie. Troops go missing here. Sendak has had enough of it.

[razorblade180-heated]

Stress Relief

Stress <-

[Warning, smut]

Another difficult day over with. That’s what Jaune had thought as he sat on a real bed for the first time in awhile. Thank goodness the inn he, Nora, Ren, and Ruby were staying at wasn’t fully booked. The man was no stranger to camping but everyone deserves a good night’s rest, or in his case, rest in general. He couldn’t sleep, his mind plagued with thoughts. It was a cruel thing really. It wasn’t often he had the chance to sleep without armor and now he couldn’t sleep at all. Perhaps feeling safe in a village tricked his body into thinking it could waste energy?

He grumbled at his current shortcoming until he heard a faint knock on his door that made him rise to his feet as if he were a soldier from Atlas. Carefully, Jaune approached the door and cracked it open until he saw a familiar pair of silver orbs looking at him.

“H-Hey…” Ruby said awkwardly. She rubbed the back of her and sighed. “Wanna know something ridiculous?”

Jaune smiled. “I can’t sleep either.”

“Hehe, same boat then. Although that’s not my entire story. We kinda wasted a bit of money.”

“What? How?” Jaune asked, genuinely confused.

“Nora went to Ren’s room, which is right next to my room…”

Jaune tucked his lips in. He could imagine how that would be a problem. Sad part is if Ren had gone to Nora’s, then it would be right next to Jaune’s.

“We didn’t think this through.” He said.

“Unfortunately.” Ruby chuckled out of embarrassment. “Even if I had the key to Nora’s room, I would still be a walk away.”

“We can swap rooms if you want?”

“Huh? No way. Then I wouldn’t sleep out of guilt. I might ask to see if we can get a bit of our money back tomorrow. Until then…would it be weird if I stayed here with you?”

The hallway was dark but nothing was gonna hide the tint of red on Ruby’s face. Jaune was sure he saw hers considering he still had a lantern lit in his room. It has been nearly a month since the night they had gotten unexpectedly intimate in the forest, yet the memory was fresh for both of them. Neither had spoken too much about it since then, but it wasn’t as if things got awkward between them. It was all just…secondary in comparison to urgent matters.

“We can share a room.” He said as calmly as he could muster. Jaune opened the door wider for her and it was only when she walked in did he realize Ruby was in her sleeping tank top and rose patterned pajama pants.

“I didn’t even know you packed those.”

“They’re good for when I get the opportunity to wash my actual clothes. What, you didn’t pack cozy-” Ruby turned around to look at Jaune’s attire. A sharp gasp left her lungs as she turned her head quickly.

Jaune was confused. “Ruby?” What had gotten into her. Was she trying not to laugh at the hoodie again? Jaune looked down at his favorite loungewear then immediately remembered the only thing on his legs was his black boxers. Thank goodness the door wasn’t wide open when someone walked by. Half thinking, he took off his hoodie and put it over his waist.

Ruby looked at his shadow. “Did you…take your shirt off to try and cover up?”

“Half naked up top is less distracting than the bottom. Sun’s half naked all the time.”

“I…can’t argue with that.”

“Hand me my jeans, please?”

“Your jeans?” Ruby finally faced him again after composing herself. “That’s not comfy to sleep in. I don’t mind the boxers. I was caught off guard is all.”

“But-”

“We’ve had sex.” Ruby blurted out, making both of them blush harder. “Trust me, it’s no big deal. Sleep comfortably.” She walked over to the bed and sat on the side closest to the back right corner of the room.

“Okay.” Jaune said hesitantly.

Ruby couldn’t help but stare at his chest. Battle after battle it gradually grew more defined along with his core. The toned physique was a good look.Her eyes shifted up to notice he caught her staring. They shared a silent glance that made her face hot. What in the gods was she doing here? Ruby didn’t say anything, choosing to turn away again.

Jaune went over to the lantern to turn the lantern off then got under the covers, minding his space to Ruby.

She snickered, “Pfft, you’ll fall off at that rate.”

He scooted closer in. Jaune thought about putting a pillow between them as a buffer but for some reason he knew she wouldn't go for that; nor did he want to. Ruby joined him under the covers, facing him as they continued to look at each other. Time felt infinite and scarce all at once. It’s been awhile since they recalled that feeling.

“What are we doing?” Ruby said softly.

Jaune responded calmly, “Not sleeping.” Why we’re her eyes so alluring in the dark? “Holding up okay?”

“I think so? Feels nice to be in a bed again.”

“Yeah. Sorry it’s a little cramped.”

“I like the closeness.” Ruby smiled sheepishly. Her heart raced so badly she feared Jaune could hear it. “Is this too much for you?”

“The journey of this situation?”

“Both…”

Jaune reached out and moved a displaced strand of hair in front of Ruby’s face. “No. Not when it’s you.” They should be resting. Now was the time to recover, and yet, Jaune couldn’t stop having flashbacks to the last time they were alone. This time they were safer, thankfully. “Ruby, can I get closer?”

“Y- Of course.” She stuttered. Jaune was now a breath away, his scent making her blush again; not that she really stopped. His arm came around her torso and her eyes were so fixated on his lips. “Jaune?”

“Yes…?”

Ruby debated on what to say. It was so clear neither of them wanted to talk much or actually try to sleep. Even so, Ruby didn’t want to be wrong about this situation. Steeling herself she asked a very important question. “Are you stressed?”

Jaune couldn’t even answer before he felt her dainty hands grab hold of his clothed erection. Subtle rubs up and down made Jaune answer honestly.

“So much~” he said huskily.

That’s all Ruby needed to hear. She pulled away the covers a bit then freed Jaune’s aching cock. Ruby didn’t utter a word as she moved her head towards it and captured the burning length in her mouth, earning an instant groan. Ruby slid it further down her throat and massaged the shaft with her tongue as she remembered the taste of a month ago. Funny enough, she didn’t mind it much this time. She slowly pulled her head up as her lips wrapped around his shape, then took the plunge down again.

“Nnnnggh~ Ruby.” His call was met with her gaze looking into his eyes again as she continued bobbing her head. “Wow…” was all he could say.

Ruby could feel his shaft growing in size and the taste got stronger to the point it took over her entire mouth. Something about his response made her even more excited. She kept her gaze on him, giving him an innocent looking gaze that only made him twitch. Ruby was getting lost in the moment when she felt his hand land on her lower back. Jaune said it underneath her pants and it wasn’t long before two fingers slid inside of her and began pumping rhythmically into her.

“This wet already?” Jaune said, stirring up Ruby’s pussy. This only made her suck his cock more aggressively, moaning on it while her hips played with his fingers. Gradually the room began to sound as messy as they felt. The Reaper couldn’t help but lose focus, taking her head away as gasps and moans were weakly suppressed.

“W-Wait…please~” thank goodness Jaune listened. Ruby let out a long sigh feeling his fingers pull out. Moonlight came through the window and showed off the work of the devious digits.

“You okay?”

“I will be.” Ruby fully pulled off her pants then tossed them aside. Jaune’s hand returned to make her squeak as it firmly gripped her rear. His fingers trailed up and down her entrance to make her fidget. Ruby tried to continue pleasing him but was caught off guard when he pulled her onto his lap. “Jaune?”

“This needs to come off.” He said, raising the tank top over her head. Ruby’s body was thin but vastly more toned than his own; almost as if she had been sculpted. That included her modest yet lovely chest.

Corse, rough hands kneaded them like dough. “Mmm” It didn’t take long for a shiver to make its way through Ruby as she watched Jaune greedily lick one.

“Still sensitive here?” Jaune played with the pail pink nipple, biting it as well as sucking on it.

His other hand kept massaging the neglected tit until he began teasing it as well. Markings from his feverish bites formed on her sensitive flesh where his teeth sunk in. Each bite sent her mind swimming and mound dripping with need against his rigid length. Ruby’s arms kept Jaune firmly against her so he wouldn’t even think about stopping. Not that he would’ve. It was as if he was trying to devour her, and Ruby wanted him to try.

The girl’s breath grew ragged and needed as he got his fill. Pressing her boobs together, Jaune’s heavy breath and fiery tongue captured both her nipples, his mouth closing down with grazing teeth. Ruby’s fingers tangled themselves in his hair as her hips raised off the mattress. Her silver eyes shut themselves tightly but all she could see was white as a rush of her pleasure coated Jaune’s erection and dampened her inner thighs. When her body finally hit the mattress, Jaune pulled himself away to look at his work while he caught his breath. What he saw was beautiful in every sense of the word. Ruby put her right arm over her eyes but that did nothing to hide the crimson color of her face or her heaving, hickey riddled chest. Try as she might, her waist kept fidgeting as Jaune looked at her quivering pussy. He quickly grabbed one of her breasts and watched her entire body jolt as a whimper escaped.

“You really are sensitive here, aren’t you?”

Ruby said nothing, her head still calming down from the climax. She felt his hand trail down her glistening body towards her legs. His other hand joined in, bending her knees before gripping the underside of her thighs and spreading her legs. Ruby was glad to not have seen him do it, but there was something about the unexpected that made her anxious. Sight or not, she could feel his eyes staring down at her most sacred place. Ruby awaited his warmth, and let out a hitched breath when she learned his tongue wasn’t finished with her. The muscles dragged itself from bottom to top, then slowly moved back down to enter her.

Ruby’s arms finally moved. “Jaune, don’t tease-” her whining died seeing her dark blue eyes look at her. His gaze held pure need, an intense hunger that went against his own blush. This was for him just as much as it was for her, and that realization made Ruby buckle. She put her right leg over his shoulder to hold him steady. Both her hands ran through his hair again and pressed his mouth harder against her mound. The groans that came from his throat vibrated against Ruby and drew her deeper into pleasure. Then there were the noises. Oh gods, the noises. Ruby couldn’t ignore the sound of Jaune smacking and slurping. He had to be doing it on purpose, and yet the way he held her hips down into the mattress as he got faster made Ruby tremble. There was denying she has never been this aroused before. Was he playing it up, or was she really that wet? The thought tormented her.

“Nnnngh! Please, slow down.” She begged, but Jaune didn’t budge. His arms snaked up and over, pinning hers. Jaune kept advancing upwards and sent what felt like a bolt of lightning to Ruby’s system as he gripped her chest again. “AAAHH~” her first real yell of the night. “No! I’ll-”

Jaune followed the movements of her rising hips, lapping up an immense burst of arousal. Her taste felt intoxicated, entrancing Jaune as he let drip down his chin onto the sheets. No spasm escaped his tongue and he took in every noise the precious girl made as her orgasm assaulted her. When her hips fell this time, it was noticeably harder and her hands gripped the sheets. Jaune rose up onto his knees, wiping his chin.

“I wanted to do that to you for so long.” He said huskily. His own wits end had been reached. Jaune held his raging erection in his hand and pulled Ruby closer with the other.

Ruby jumped as she felt the weight of smack repeatedly against her soaked lower lips. Its head was dripping precum and the heat made her heart race. “You’re so serious this time~” Ruby watched his expression soften a little.

Overall, Ruby was never too concerned about romance or these sorts of things until recently. Still, she remembered conversations about it with Velvet, who was one of the few friends she felt was easy to discuss these topics with. She had said a first time for some was like blood in the water for sharks. Jaune had gotten a taste and wanted more. Ruby smiled, they were in the same boat.

“Let me lead?” She spoke, sitting up and kissing Jaune deeply. “There’s things I’ve been waiting to do too.”

Her hands rubbed his chest before pressing him down onto the bed. Ruby wasted no time straddling the knight and pressing the tip at her entrance. She looked down at the man who stared at her with eyes mixed with desire and fluster. “Hehe, you okay?”

“You are so sexy.” He said in awe.

Ruby felt her heart flutter. It was an unexpected ego boost yet another reason to blush. She leaned down to give Jaune another kiss, then finally lined him up properly. Ruby lowered her hips and they both grunted as a sense of tension snapped and built up at the same time. Ruby had to shut her eyes again; it took all of her concentration to keep going until she sat fully on it. She leaned forward with her hands on Jaune’s chest to brace herself while he held her hips.

“Shit….” Ruby cooed under her breath.

It was always a little odd yet alluring to hear her curse. Jaune watched, mesmerized as she raised her hips halfway then, slid back down to the base. The grip she had on him threatened to make him blow within seconds, but Jaune wasn’t about to let that happen for either of their benefit; biting down on his lip to bring a little pain in this moment of pleasure. He would need it. Watching her was dangerous.

Each hip sway made the huntress pant. Moonlight captured the shine of her body, her skin glistening from his heated antics. Jaune’s eyes couldn’t look away from the way her boobs bounced above him, or how her muscles tensed with every motion. Especially her toned stomach and torso he couldn’t help but grab.

“Hey?” Ruby said suddenly.

Jaune looked up to see she had finally opened her eyes again; although not fully. Her gaze looked a little pouty while her lips hopelessly tried to be serious despite her best efforts.

“Stop getting bigger~” Ruby whined. “I’m barely holding on already.” Ruby tried to keep her pace when bucked his hips up and made her voice come out. “Aaah! Jaune!”

“Lean back.” He said excitedly.

“What?”

“ Ruby, please lean back…”

His tone was low and shivering. Ruby propped both her arms behind her and kept her hips moving. Not only did it feel like Jaune was digging in deeper, but he could see everything in this position. Ruby watched him sit up and look her in the eyes.

Jaune inhaled sharply. “Ssss nngh! You’re getting tighter.”

“That’s your fault.” She huffed.

“Ruby?”

“Yes..?”

“Don’t stop looking at me.”

Ruby shuddered as she felt his right hand rest on her stomach,its weight gently pushing in as it moved down. “Mmn, what are you…”

“Making you even tighter…” his thumb kept going until rested on a sensitive nub of nerves. Jaune watched pleading fill Ruby’s eyes and her hip movements buckle as he gently circled her clit. Ruby instinctively tried tossing her head but Jaune reached out with his left, holding the side of her face and turning her gaze back to him.

Ruby’s heart was racing. His left rested between her neck and lower jaw while his right dared not speed up against her clit. “Thi-ngh! This is too much! Jaune…! I’ll..”

“Do it. Cum all over it. I wanna watch.”

How cruel of him. Ruby couldn’t deny a request like that. Not when she could feel him throbbing. All she could do his focus on her hips as she fucked herself on his cock. Two orgasms already but she wanted so badly to cum right now. The bed creaked with her more desperate movements. Ruby could see Jaune’s own lust reaching its peak but it did nothing to ease the pressure of his gaze on her.

Jaune grunted, “hear that?”

“Hush…”

“So wet~

“I said hush~” Ruby squeaked, her voice rising with pleasure. Her toes curled and legs trembled. “I’m so close. I..I…” his left hand trailed down her neck and collar bone, grabbing hold of her right boob roughly.

Ruby thought she would scream, that she’d cry out so loudly it would cause trouble in the morning. However, the bulk of noise turned into a strained nose that resided in her throat as any thoughts in her were obliterated. Her body rattled as if she was freezing in the cold, her eyes locked on Jaune’s as she came on him. A rush of red flowed to her cheeks seconds later after feeling a warmth fill her deepest spot. Ropes of it kept pumping into her until she felt the length around her walls finally calm down.

Jaune wrapped his arms around Ruby as she gave up on supporting herself, pulling her close as they both let their orgasms run their course. Jaune hadn’t realized until now that even her hair had grown damp. He brushed away several strands on her face like he did earlier, prompting Ruby to look up at him. Desire hadn’t left her gaze, but there was a deep yearning held in them that made him hold her tightly. Ruby put her hands on the sides of his face, pulling him into their deepest kiss. Her tongue coaxed his into her mouth while she let out a humm.

Her arms moved to wrap around his neck as they continued this blissful moment. Ruby kept humming as Jaune refused to keep his hands off of her. Even after what they’ve done, Ruby adored the way he clung to her and vice versa. To have it end so soon didn’t feel right. Jaune put a little more force behind his kiss, making Ruby rock backwards to the point he fell on top of her. His weight felt so good on her, and her hips gave a dull but pleasurable ache as she felt him get hard inside her again. Their kiss finally ended regrettably. Ruby watched the friend on top of her stare at her gently, silently asking if she was alright. A lump formed in her throat as a maelstrom of emotions made her cling to her tighter.

“I love you.” She said, a little scared, but not out of fear of rejection. So much recent tragedy has befallen them; so much recent loss of love. Admitting this felt like testing fate and reopening fresh wounds. “You don’t have to say back, but I just-”

“Ruby…” Jaune said softly. He took her hands from around him and pressed them against the mattress on either side of her. Such caring, strong, yet gentle hands held as he interlocked their fingers. “I love you more.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. Ruby squeezed his hands. “Prove it.” She said shakily, wrapping her legs around his lower back. Ruby mentally chastised herself. Finally, they were safe in an inn and yet… “I don’t want to sleep yet.”

Jaune leaned back down. “I’ll keep you company.”

“You better…” Ruby wholeheartedly accepted the another kiss she was oh so clearly begging for. Jaune’s hips rolled into her like low tide greeting the shore. Her breath hitched in between gasps for air, but it didn’t stop her from going back in for more.

The pace he went wasn’t as aggressive as she had gone when she was on top, but it didn’t need to be. Between his weight and strength, Jaune’s slow but powerful thrusts reached deeper than he’s been all night. Ruby’s legs flinched every time he bottomed her out, trying to close unsuccessfully with his body preventing them. Ruby sadly had to take a break from passionate make out, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she whimpered in his ear.

Jaune was trying to pace this, keeping in mind Ruby by now had to be way more exhausted. That was hard to do however when her voice in his ear. “Need a break?”

“Don’t you dare.” She cooed, nipping at his ear to stir him up. “Focus on yourself this time. Just…stay this close to me.”

“Always.”

Ruby felt her body tense. At this point she couldn’t tell if it was his movements or his words that sent her soaring. The bed started creaking once more as Jaune put a little more force in his hips. His thrusts never pulled out more than halfway before filling her back up, leaving Ruby no mercy from relentless plunging close to her womb.

“For fucks sake…” Ruby muttered, her mind turned lucid. “Mmmnn, aaaahhgnn~”

A voice like that was gonna drive Jaune crazy. “It feels that good?”

“So good.” Ruby said, breathless and without shame. “You’re so deep. I’ve never felt this before!” She let out another satisfied humm as Jaune stole her lips. By now he had noticed kissing riled her up. That combined with his chest rubbing against hers and Ruby felt like puddy in his hands, at the mercy of his whims. She very well would let him get away with anything, yet his kiss told her he would do anything for her. What a perplexing situation. At this rate, they weren’t gonna catch a wink of sleep.

Jaune tried his absolute hardest to make this moment feel like forever, but he could himself as his flesh couldn’t resist the way Ruby bit his lip, called his name, and gripped him with endless warmth. Her hips raised to meet his thrusts, begging him to stay nice and deep inside her and feel the way her walls quivered at his touch. Even if he wanted to, Jaune couldn’t pull out with her legs around him.

Jaune hissed, “Ruby, I’m close!”

“Get closer.” She whispered in his ear, nearing her own end. “Put it all in me.”

Now she's done. Ruby’s heart jumped as Jaune kissed her hard into the pillow. Four strokes were given to her before she felt Jaune press his hips against hers, burying his cock as deeply as possible as hot cum poured into her. Ruby’s legs threatened to crush Jaune’s waist while her clenched hard, nails sinking into skin. The only movements either made were involuntary from the pleasure surging through their bodies.

Jaune kept groaning in ecstasy, feeling Ruby’s body trying to squeeze everything it could out of him. The only thing rivaling his noises were Ruby’s panting moans that were in sync with every convulsion. Jaune did his best to move, but his body wasn’t ready to leave her warmth; all his strength began to drain, causing him to lay on her.

The extra weight was a surprise but not unwelcome. Ruby had found the ability to unwrap her legs but that did nothing to stop them from trembling once they were free. Her wits barely stayed with her this time, and she felt like she had just ran a marathon. Ruby ran her fingers through Jaune’s hair to see if he was still conscious. His head raised to look at her as they shared the same breathless expression. He flashed her a smile, which she returned kindly before gently kissing him this time. A loving sigh left them as they continued to bask in their afterglow. With her help, Jaune was able to roll over to the right side of the bed. Ruby gasped, feeling Jaune slip out of her after everything he did was a sensation she wasn’t quite ready for. They didn’t realize until then how much air they were missing, taking fuller breaths of it!

“Can we…take a break?” Ruby gasped.

Jaune nodded adamantly. “Good idea.”

“How the heck does Ren and Nora go nonstop like they do!? That’s not human!”

“Nora gets struck by lightning and can lift five of her. Ren…” Jaune had to think about it. “He has to top. I love the guy but that’s the only explanation. He’d be dead otherwise.”

Ruby giggled, “Fair, that’s how I felt just now.” She moved over and laid her head against his chest. “My legs are still shaking.”

“So I did well?”

Ruby looked at him as if he insulted her taste in sweets. “Jaune, my legs are shaking and I was saying things I dare not repeat right now.” She put her head back down. “You were wonderful.”

“Really good thing we’re in a village. I saw a medical shop earlier. I’ll swing by tomorrow.”

“I did that tonight.” Ruby blushed, feeling his gaze on her again. “I was prepared- or rather… hoping for a situation like this to happen. So uhh, anyways, we got really serious there in the end. I…emotions were high for us, so I understand if-”

“I still love you more.”

The redness spread to her ears. Ruby felt his arm hold her and a kiss land on her head. “….”

“Ruby, look at me.” He said gently. The reaper raised her head with perfect silver orbs staring at him with love and affection. “I said I love you more. You gonna take that?”

“…No.” she finally said. “Because I love you most. And in a little while, I’ll prove it to you.”

“Do your best.”

“Gladly~”

Ruby craned her head up as Jaune tilted his down for yet another moment of pure affection. The way he held her grew tighter and despite it all, Ruby found herself crawling on top of her knight again. Tonight, there really was no sleep for the weary. Only comfort.

xxxxxx

All good moments eventually come to an end. If you were to ask Ruby about when that was, she couldn’t answer. All she knew was she was waking up, slowly leaning forward in a bed that wasn’t her own. Early rays of sunlight greeted the room through shut blinds. The huntress yawned, rubbing her eyes as she looked around. Fatigue all but melted away completely as she saw Jaune fast asleep next her, his peaceful expression brightening her mood better than any sunlight could. Ruby let out a soft giggle and smiled as she leaded down towards him and gave Jaune a simple peck on the lips.

Ruby whispered to him soothingly. “I love you, more and more each day.”

[artstelle]

Not Mine To Keep

The first time Arthur came to Merlin's shop, he looked so out of place, unsure of what to do. Merlin guessed he was either too "manly" to be seen buying flowers, or a rich prat who never had to buy his gifts himself. Neither were exactly wrong guesses. He felt bad for the woman the man was buying the flowers for.

They had a rather unpleasant encounter that day and Merlin was sure the man would never, ever come anywhere near the shop again, and would probably tell everyone he knew not to buy from there either. So it was a surprise when he saw the other man again. He said that while the employees were rude, the place unfortunately had the best flowers around. Of course, that would be a better excuse if the man actually bought any flowers that time.

After that, it became a regular thing, Arthur visiting once a week. At first, he asked questions about flowers, then it turned into them chatting, insulting each other sometimes and joking, laughing.

Merlin knew he shouldn't, but he was sad and depressed when the man – Arthur, he learnt – stopped coming. He was worried when Arthur didn't show up for two weeks in a row, but weeks turned into months and he accepted that the other man had probably just grown bored of their little conversations.

And then, he just showed up. Merlin welcomed him as he would any other customer, tried not to stare or ask demand an explanation as to why he just vanished. But he knew he had no right to, they were two strangers having casual conversation, that was all. If Merlin had feelings for that gorgeus blond man who turned out to be actually funny and charming, then it was his problem alone.

Arthur stayed silent for some time, and he seemed nervous, god knows why. He looked at his hands, the flowers, the walls and anywhere other than at Merlin. Just as the silence started to be too much and Merlin thought maybe he should say something, Arthur opened his mouth.

"I had things to deal with. Things to arrange. Both personal and business issues." Merlin wanted to say there was no need for explanation, but was too shocked by Arthur's next words to say anything. "I am sorry."

Arthur Pendragon did not apologize. He would show that he was sorry, but never put it into words.

But Merlin had to talk, because the man was looking at him, obviously waiting for an answer. "Oh, um... O-ok." What he wanted to say was: why do you look like a kicked puppy? "It's fine, life gets busy sometimes." That seemed to ease Arthur's mind, if the smile that formed on his lips was any proof. His beautiful lips, how nice it would be to kiss them. Oh for god's sake! Merlin had to get rid of those thoughts.

"Well, is there anything you want? If you aren't going to buy anything, I can get you a chair, but you're blocking the way. Though I don't think I can talk much, there's a big order I need to prepare." He didn't mean to sound harsh, didn't want Arthur to leave, but it was hard to go back to how they used to be. Maybe in a week, he would stop wondering what the personal matters he had to arrange were.

"Actually... I want to. I'm here for a bouquet."

Oh... Ok then. That was unexpected. Merlin remined himself that there was nothing for him to be sad about.

"Ok, which one?" He showed the bouquets that were prepared for customers to choose from. It helped them to see how the thing would look before purchasing, it and was faster to have some made up already when it was busy. And if they didn't sell, Merlin took them to the local hospital to give someone a little smile. "Or do you want a custom made one?"

"A custom one. But I was hoping you could help me choose the flowers." Arthur twisted the end of the ribbon on the counter around his finger.

"Sure, it is my job." Stop being so nervous, Merlin told himself firmly. "What kind of bouquet do you want?" He didn't want to know but he had to ask.

"To show... Something that says 'You are important to me' and 'I think of you all the time.'"

Merlin's heart hurt so much he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide it. It was no surprise the bouquet was for Arthur's lover, but he would never have expected Arthur could say such things. He must really love her. "And 'I wish to spend more time with you.'" Arthur looked at Merlin for the first time since he had entered the shop that day. Merlin wished he wouldn't. "And..." Please, enough, go tell those things to her yourself. I don't want to hear them! "'I love you.'"

Merlin turned his back, knowing he should be happy that Arthur had found someone he loved. Arthur often talked about the girls his father threw his way and how he never had any feelings at all, at least most of the time. Whenever that happened, Merlin thought about Arthur's first visit to his shop, the bouquet he'd bought, but he couldn't bring himself to ask who it had been for.

"I'll make something." He bit his lip while choosing the flowers. Merlin stared at the bright lamp to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks. He didn't want to make a fast and simple bouquet just to get away from the situation. It was important to Arthur, and if Merlin couldn't be happy for him, at least he could do his job right.

After who knew how long, he had the flowers ready. "Here, I hope she likes them."

But Arthur did not reach out to take them.

"I hope he does," he said instead. "Keep them, please. They're for you."

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Look… I drew that in November. Then when I was posting, I realized I forget to add the bouquet and since then it is waiting to be posted in my wip folder. Not even wip! I put that in completed folder cause like, it was mostly done. I wanted to pick flowers with correct meanings. I gave up and just drew a pretty bouqute cause it is better than never finishing it. Please pretend they have suitable meanings to what Arthur wanted to say.

I wasn't planning to write something that long! Wow.

Edit: I posted it to ao3 too. Here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48305071

Flowershop AU for @merlinbingo

art by @artstelle