#of thoughts on him that I can share if people want to hear it but like. hghhhhh

[awardenandacrow]

🌻 Naimeryn “Rook” Thorne is 30 years old. Her birthday was the day of the Ritual. Naimeryn’s birthday has always been a low-fuss affair, acknowledged by those close to her, but there’s never been money for gifts or a cake or anything if the like. She and Varric shared a beer at the bar.

🪻prior to Veilguard, the injuries she sustained fighting Darkspawn in the battle that put her on leave from the Wardens were the most painful, as the head injury was substantial. It left her mostly blind and mostly deaf on her left side. This impacts her interpersonally — she struggles to hear and see people who stand on that side — and in the field, leaving her at a distinct disadvantage from that side. She can be jumpy and appear paranoid, as she takes extra caution to check her surroundings in unfamiliar situations. I’ve written my headcanon most painful injury for her now, during the events of Veilguard — getting blown up by a gaatlock trap Taash inadvertently set off with their fire while on the Fangscorcher mission. Those scars are large and gnarled, and have a hugely negative effect on her self esteem.

🌹 I haven’t written it yet, but the first time Lucanis calls her “beautiful,” they’re going to get into a fight because she won’t believe him. She can wrap her head around, maybe, that he likes her for her, enjoys her as a person, and *maybe* finds her pretty, but ✨beautiful✨? She never expected empty, blatantly untrue flattery from him, and is hurt. Lucanis — with Spite’s help, of course — is gonna have to make a point of spelling out just how all those things she hates about herself are beautiful to him to convince her… and get forgiveness.

🌸 Naimeryn is an only child, and she’s always been kept at arm’s length — or, perhaps, kept others at arm’s length — so the Veilguard is the first time she’s really had close friends. After Weisshaupt, she grows closer to fellow Wardens Antoine and Evka, who helped secure victory with her plan at the Blighted village, and Greta, who is the only other remaining member of her Joining. She and Teia also grow close throughout the events of Veilguard.

🌾 Several demons have tried to get their hooks into Naimeryn, but they’ve always been thwarted by her determination not to lose herself or endanger those around her. He may not be Determination any longer, but she still has Spite around to beat back any and all challengers.

🌱 Naimeryn has had crushes before, but never any relationships. There was a fellow slave who pretended to like her to get close to another girl when she was 13, and a few Wardens who ultimately decided they weren’t interested in doing the extra work it would take to get into her pants. Generally, if someone flirts with her first, she assumes they want something from her. If she flirts and they flirt back, she assumes she’s given them the wrong idea, but they don’t actually *like* her. Lucanis will be her first everything.

🌼 Spite says Naimeryn smells like Blight and Lavender. He remembers other scents — the air after a downpour, honeycomb and mint, musty books, but she doesn’t smell like those things anymore.

🌷 Rook’s go to place for peace was a secret nook in Weisshaupt’s library. She hadn’t been there since leaving with Varric, and now that place is gone. She often feels trapped in her role, because now she feels she has nowhere to go when she needs to think or be alone. This makes good fanfic fodder, however, as companions get to walk in on her in moments of weakness — which makes her feel like a failure, but makes them appreciate her more as a person.

🥀 Naimeryn’s mother will make an appearance in the regret prison.

🪷 It’s not really *irrational*, but Naimeryn for a very long time was absolutely terrified of becoming an abomination, like to the point that she kind of thought it was inevitable and was just afraid of the not knowing WHEN it was going to happen. She mostly isn’t afraid of this anymore, as she trusts herself more now than at any other point in her life, but it still tears it’s ugly head from time to time.

☘️ Naimeryn’s whole life has been a near-death experience. However, specifically she almost died saving that town from the Darkspawn horde. As she lost consciousness, she wondered if the plan had worked, she wondered where the spirit that had been following her around her whole life had gone, and, upon hearing her fellow Wardens searching for her, she found peace that she wouldn’t die alone after all. I also wrote a near death experience for her after the Fangscorcher mission. All she could think was she COULD NOT DIE with Taash thinking it was their fault.

💐 The First Warden has hated Naimeryn’s since the day Saimaeria Mahariel, Hero of Ferelden, showed up on Weisshaupt’s doorstep and said “here you go. Train her up!” Varric honestly rescued her from this man’s ire — she survived the Ogre and he was ready to kill her himself with his bare damn hands.

🌺 Naimeryn has never had ✨anything.✨Before Loghain sold her and her mother to Tevinter slavers, however, the one thing she did have was a hand knit baby blanket the alienage’s elder gave to her mother when she was born. It was on her bed when she was taken.

🌿 Naimeryn’s first tattoo was the snake on her forehead. A Tevinter Mage Receuit who completed the Joining with Naimeryn dated her to get a snake tattoo, saying she wouldn’t because she was too “soft” to permanently put the iconography of the people who had enslaved her on her body. Naimeryn was damn proud of having survived that house and desperate to prove she belonged, so she came back the next morning with it on her forehead. A few years later she was working in Weisshaupt’s library and devoured any bit of information she could on griffons — albeit there wasn’t very much — and decided she wanted a tattoo that *she* chose and genuinely wanted, and so she got a griffon tattooed on her left thigh. Once Davrin & Bellara drag her around Arlathan enough and she gets to touch grass and smell flowers, and after she sees the Brona’s Bloom cavern, she’s gonna get some floral tattoos done as well.

🍂 Naimeryn doesn’t talk about it, but she was actually the one who like the magister who enslaved her when Saimaeria and the Shadow Dragons freed her and the other slaves in the manor. She lost control of her magic and killed him in an instant, in front of his young children. It took Saimaeria almost a full week to get her to talk at all. To this day, she doesn’t know how to feel about it.

This was so fun! I hope you guys like it!

Woe! Rook ask game be upon ye!

🌻 How old is your Rook? How do they feel about celebrating their birthday? What gift has meant the most to them? 🪻 What is the most painful injury your Rook has received? How has it affected them once it healed/scarred? 🌹 What’s the first genuine fight Rook got in with their love interest about? How was it resolved? 🌸 Does your Rook have any siblings or close friends they see as such? Where are they during the events of Veilguard? 🌾 If there was a demon trying to trap/take over Rook, what kind would be the most successful? What would break their hold? 🌱 Was Rook involved romantically with anyone before Veilguard? What was their partner like? How did the relationship end? 🌼 If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say? 🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse? 🥀 What figure from Rook’s personal past would be added to the regret prison? 🪷 Does your Rook have an irrational phobia? (ie spiders or large man-made objects submerged underwater) 🍀 Has Rook had any near-death experiences? What went through their mind during what they thought was going to be their final moments? 💐 What is the relationship Rook has with their faction mentor? What was the moment they sent Rook away like? 🌺 Is there an object from Rook’s childhood they look back on fondly? (ie a favorite stuffed animal, book, or food) 🌿 Does your Rook have any tattoos? What was the moment when they got them like? If they’re a Crow where is their de Riva brand located? What vallaslin do they have/how did they earn it if they’re Dalish? 🍂 What was it like the first time Rook killed someone? How did they react afterwards?

[mosoderbergh]

Emmrich and the good old fashioned body heat trope

Ok, there’a a thing about Rook and Emmrich pre-romance and the “caught in the cold” trope that is just beautiful to me. Because it would go a lot more innocently than with other pairings. Emmrich is far too much of a gentleman. But that’s what makes this so cute. Like… hear me out.

Emmrich knows the importance of keeping warm and the advantages of sharing body heat. He’s the sort of man who would read up on survival procedures before venturing out into extreme weather.

But surely, a shirt is thin enough to not significantly hinder the transmission of warmth. Surely he couldn’t be expected to strip entirely. He gets rid of some layers, but stays buttoned up to his neck. (Rook is shirtless the moment the words “it might be advisable to, well, huddle up” exit Emmrich’s mouth. They notice Emmrich spends the rest of the night holding intently focussed eye contact.) They cocoon themselves in blankets, sitting by the fire, shoulder to shoulder, backs leaning against insert obligatory cave/cliffside/tree trunk here. Emmrich has read just enough bodice rippers that an image comes, unbidden, to his mind. Of a broad-chested hero gallantly drawing the object of his desire into his muscled arms as they shiver and swoon. He is shocked at himself when he feels a blush creep up his neck. To even allow such a thought! This is nothing like that. A dashing hero may be present, yes, but they are caught in the cold with a colleague several decades their senior. There is nothing swoonworthy about it.

Emmrich files the thought away, and despite the awkward situation, the evening goes on… really rather pleasantly. They end up talking for a good long while. Rook opens up about their own upbringing and Emmrich elaborates on his. They share nostalgic memories. Emmrich recounts some shenanigans from his student days, and Rook can’t believe there’s a mischievous side to him (the mischievous side in question was called Johanna, but Emmrich doesn’t speak her name).

At some point, the comfortable silences stretch out longer and longer. Rook’s head rests on Emmrich’s shoulder. They aren’t quite asleep yet - when he reacts to the contact with an intake of breath, they draw back for a moment. But then, Emmrich leans in, just slightly. Just enough to let them know the touch is not unwelcome. The way Rook curls up at his side then makes Emmrich ache a little. As someone who is an authority figure to so many people (in a way that isolates him sometimes) this simple act of intimacy is precious to him. A show of trust on such a personal level. It takes him more courage than he’d like to admit to rest his cheek against Rook’s hair. The way Rook sighs contentedly gives him goosebumps. It’s been quite a while since Emmrich has shared a bed with anyone. And this is an unusual situation, but still… he can’t help but think how he has missed it. The companionship. The warmth. Sinking into sleep with the comfort of a friendly presence. The intoxicating closeness of someone who has found their way into his heart - this is another thought he tucks away neatly.

And because I can’t resist another trope, of COURSE they shift in their sleep. Emmrich wakes to find himself spooning Rook, with one hand resting on their stomach. They are soft there, and radiating heat. Emmrich thanks every deity he can recount that he tends to wake up early, because if he hadn’t been hard upon waking, the sensation of their body against his, their skin underneath his fingertips would have done the trick. He retreats discreetly to lie on his back. Only for Rook to shift and settle with their head on his chest, one leg draping over him, grazing his erection in the movement. Emmrich forgets to breathe.

He does wake them up, after he’s gotten a hold of himself somewhat. They untangle from him with a sleepy apology. And Emmrich, for a moment, wants nothing more than to stop them, or pull them back into an embrace, or…

He chastises himself for being a touch-starved old fool. Making so much out of nothing. But then Rook slides a hand up to squeeze his shoulder, and they smile at him brightly, beautifully, and ask him if he slept well. And it’s all he can do to swallow a rather wordy confession of his growing infatuation.

(The beauty of Emmrich, to me, is that he’s both a “I could out-sex any man in this room” kind of guy AND an “omg I can’t believe our hands touched” kind of guy. I love him.)

[natimiles]

Merry (First) Christmas! (Sylus x reader)

Summary: Sylus never really cared about Christmas. Until you decided to decorate his house.

Words: 1671

Tags: fluffy; romance; domestic; established relationship.

Notes: I wrote this as a Christmas gift for @valkyyriia, and I decided to share it here now. So, even if I didn’t name reader, I wrote this keeping her and her OC in mind ;)

Sylus never really cared about Christmas. Not that he disliked it, but it was just an ordinary day for him. Sometimes, people invited him to grand parties or auctions during the season, but that was about it. For that reason, he never bothered with decorating either. Why would he, anyway? He was the leader of a criminal organization in the N109 Zone, his house also served as his headquarters, and he was sure no one cared about such trivial things.

He hears giggles as he enters his house. That soft, joy-filled sound could only be yours. You’d told him earlier you’d stop by, and he’s glad you actually made it. A small smile tugs at his lips at the thought of seeing you, but it quickly shifts to a dumbfounded expression when he steps into the living room. Boxes filled with tinsel, balls, and ornaments are scattered across the floor — red and silver, curiously matching his house’s decor. A large tree stands in the corner, right beside the wall where his guns are displayed.

Luke and Kieran, who were supposed to be working elsewhere, are there with you, trying to help you untangle a string of lights. Mephisto is also there, perched on the couch next to you, and the sight of the crow wearing a tiny Santa hat is odd, to say the least. Sylus’ red eyes quickly scan the room again, and he huffs, realizing how effortlessly you manage to bend even his henchmen to your will.

“I see you’re making yourself at home, sweetie,” he says in a teasing tone, his deep voice resonating through the living room.

You look up, and your face lights up when you see him. You spread your arms wide as you reply in an excited voice, “Hey, Sylus! We’re decorating for Christmas!”

“I can see that,” he smiles at you for a second, then turns to the other men and the crow in the room, raising a questioning eyebrow at them. “And why are you here?”

“She needed help!” the twins reply as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and Mephisto agrees with a “caw.”

Sylus appreciates when they keep you company or watch over you for him when he can’t, but he needs them to do their actual jobs. And, more importantly, he wants them gone so he can spend time alone with you. He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing just enough to send them a clear message. The twins catch on quickly, their shoulders slumping as they lower their hands and drop the string of lights onto the floor.

“We need to go,” Luke says, sounding dejected.

“We have work to do,” Kieran adds in the same tone.

“It’s okay, don’t worry,” you smile. “Thank you for your help, boys. I’ll make sure to add a little bonus to your gifts.”

This makes them perk up immediately, identical masked faces turning toward you at the same time. “Our gifts?”

“Yes. I bought gifts for everyone. I’ll place them under the tree so we can open them together on Christmas.”

“I see,” Kieran says, turning to his twin. “Well, we have to go now.”

“We have work to do, and we can’t disappoint Boss!” Luke adds.

Their tones are happier now, and the way they rush out of the room tells you that the idea of receiving gifts boosted their morale.

“You know they’re going to search your car and your things until they find the gifts, right?” Sylus comments, finally taking long strides into the room and stopping by your side.

“Yeah, I know.” You grab the string of lights and extend it to him to hold. “And you know you’ll be my decorating assistant now.”

“I know,” he repeats your answer, grabbing what you gave him and continuing the twins’ work of untangling the lights. “What inspired you to do... this?” His tone is genuinely curious, and you smile softly.

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I just thought it’s not something you’re used to doing, and since I’m spending my first holidays here with you, I thought it’d be something nice to do together.”

“Oh, so your plan was to make me help you all along?”

“Maybe,” you smirk. “I know you don’t like to waste time with boring and useless things, but…”

“This isn’t boring or useless,” he says, reaching for your face and gently holding your chin to tilt it upward. “Nothing I do with you is, sweetie.”

“Smooth,” you mumble, fighting to keep your cheeks from blushing, but you know you’ve lost the battle when he chuckles at you. “Okay, now let’s put this on the tree.”

The two of you have good synchronicity when working together, and decorating the tree is no different. You coordinate where most of the decorations go and how to place them, and Sylus listens attentively to follow your instructions — his tall stature being a great help for reaching the higher parts.

You smile and laugh, humming and singing Christmas songs. Sylus absorbs everything, engraving every single sound that comes out of your lips into his memory. He’ll make sure to learn all of them so he can sing with you.

You spin around with the tinsel, even daring to throw one around his shoulders as a playful gesture, and his lips curve into a soft smile that he only shows you. Something inside him warms up, something only you can, something that makes him want to do anything as long as it makes you smile at him.

He takes the tinsel off his shoulders and throws it onto yours, but he tugs at the ends, pulling you closer to him. You blink at him, and he lets out a soft laugh through his nose. His large hand reaches for your face, holding you as the most precious treasure in all the universes (and you are!). Red eyes lock with yours for a moment, and he leans in, his breath tickling your face. Your eyes flutter shut instinctively, and he smiles at how trusting you’ve become with him before closing the gap between your lips. The kiss is gentle and sweet, and when you’re about to deepen it, you both hear a loud “caw.” You jolt away from him, completely forgetting that Mephisto was still in the room.

Sylus rolls his eyes, turning his gaze to the crow. “Get out already.”

Mephisto opens his wings wide and flies out of the room, letting out another “caw” on his way out.

“I… forgot he was still here,” you say sheepishly.

“That’s hardly a problem, but he’s gone now,” he says, his eyes returning to you. He reaches for the tinsel around you, pulling you back into his arms. “As we were saying…”

His lips are on yours again, and this time he doesn’t wait to deepen the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, drawing sighs from you. You throw your arms around his broad shoulders, your hand finding the hair at the nape of his neck and tangling in it. He kisses you again and again, softly and demanding, passionate and possessive, until you’re breathless and barely able to stand because your legs feel like jelly.

“We need... to finish the decorations...” You somehow find the strength inside you to stop the kisses when you get a break to breathe.

“Are you sure, sweetie?” His voice is deeper, dripping with sensuality and not-so-hidden intentions — and he knows it.

“Yes,” you mumble. You swallow hard, shifting your gaze to avoid falling into temptation again.

“Alright.” He gives you one last peck before taking a step back. “We can continue this later,” he says with a sly smile, and you feel the anticipation coursing through your veins.

A little while later, you’re finally done. You’re on the couch, his arm draped over you as you rest your head on his chest, admiring your work. The lights illuminate the room in an almost magical way, and even though you did your best to make everything match the aesthetic of his house, it’s still funny to see a Christmas tree in the corner of the room.

“It’s not that bad,” he comments, tilting his head to the side for a better look.

“Yes, it looks good. It feels like… home,” you lift your head to look at him.

“It does.” Sylus turns to you, his fingers gently caressing your face before his lips press a sweet peck to your forehead. “We can always ask the chef for a feast if you want the whole Christmas experience.”

“We can?” Your eyes instantly light up, and his eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles softly at you.

“Of course, sweetie. Anything you want.” He kisses your cheek and pulls you back to lie on his chest.

Sylus stares at everything with eager eyes and a warm heart. You teach him so much, and you don’t even realize it.

You once taught him about music, how to wear accessories, and what it feels like to love someone.

Now, this is another thing you’re teaching him, and that he’ll remember for all his life.

You’re quietly enjoying a cup of hot chocolate in the living room with Sylus, still admiring your efforts while he cleans his gun, when the front door opens with a loud bang. You jump, startled by the sudden noise. Hurried footsteps echo in the hallway, and suddenly two identical figures appear in the doorway. Boxes that were once wrapped are now open in their hands, and they make no effort to hide it. Instead, they rush toward you in sync.

“Miss!” They open their arms, ready to give you a big hug. “Thank you!”

Their arms barely touch you before they’re yanked away. They groan as they land carelessly on the floor, the misty black and red energy dissipating.

Sylus doesn’t even look up, just keeps cleaning his gun as if nothing happened, and you can only roll your eyes with an amused grin on your lips.

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[demiromanticmickey]

Jojo's mini tribute to Hitchcock in Bison's murder fantasy was exquisite. The references to Psycho would be obvious to a lot people. From the music, to the scene being in black and white, to the fact we don't actually see Kant being stabbed but we do see the blood.

But I want to talk about a lesser known Hitchcock movie for a second. This here:

Was a direct reference the movie Rope (1948):

I'll provide the IMDb storyline:

"Brandon and Philip are two young men who share a New York City apartment. They consider themselves intellectually superior to their friend David Kentley, and as a consequence, decide to murder him. Together they strangle David with a rope and, after placing the body in an old chest, they proceed to hold a small party. The guests include David's father, his fiancée Janet, and their old schoolteacher Rupert, from whom they mistakenly took their ideas. As Brandon becomes increasingly more daring, Rupert begins to suspect."

There's no doubt Bison's fantasy of stabbing Kant was visually homoerotic. And Hitchcock films are filled to the brim with homoeroticism. But the reference to Rope made my brain go brrrrrrrr because this movie has probably my favorite opening scene of anything that I've ever watched.

We start off with a shot of New York City. We see buildings and people walking, going about their day. And then the camera pans to a large apartment window, where the curtains are drawn:

We hear a scream (presumably from a man). And then there's a cut to the above scene of a man being strangled. Two other men, Brandon and Philip, come into view:

What proceeds in the next hour is some of the gayest subtext I've ever seen. When I first saw this movie I thought, "How did the straights not know this was about gay sex?!" Because, in fact, the crime Brandon and Philip are trying to hide is not a murder. They're trying to hide their homosexuality, and the fact they've engaged in gay sex - not just with each other but David (the dead guy lol) as well.

I'll say again, the scream we hear happens before anything is revealed. We don't know who is screaming, or why. It could be just someone having sex. *Cuts to David being strangled* Oh no, it's just a murder. Or is it? 👀

Can we tell, from just these photos alone, if someone is being murdered?

I mean, this still could just be bondage. Which we know Bison is into.

If this post hasn't convinced you to watch Rope, at least watch the opening scene. Also maybe this will convince you further:

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 10)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Prev)

            In the weeks that followed, you fell into a comfortable routine. Most of your time was spent with Shihou as he taught you more about the mountain and its people. On the days duty called him away, the other monkeys welcomed you into their company. They helped you pick fruit, gather herbs, and even taught you how to weave your own basket. Cubs would ask you to play and the adults shared stories and gossip while work was done. The closer you grew with the troop, the more you began to feel like you truly belonged.

            The frequent trips to your own village soothed any lingering homesickness. You would bring food and speak with the elder before returning to the mountain with the setting sun. Each visit gave you updates on the villagers’ struggles and your sister’s increasing neglect. While you had been fortunate to avoid her notice so far, you were always careful to stay discreet.

            It was a day like any other as you left the mountain, waving farewell to Shihou. The sun was bright, the wind was cold, and your basket was filled with fresh fruit. It wasn’t until you reached the edge of the village that something seemed…off.

            Everything was eerily quiet; no bartering at the market, no children at play, not even the calls of bird or beast. The main street, usually bustling with activity, was completely deserted. Scattered buildings along both sides had suffered damage with a few reduced to piles of splintered wood. Something had clearly happened, but what? You couldn’t begin to imagine.

            Nothing moved and no one appeared as you crept in for a closer look. There was a silent tension in the air, as if village itself was holding its breath. “Hello?” you called, wincing when your voice echoed back. “Is anyone here?”

            “Quiet!” someone hissed. You glanced around but didn’t see another soul. “Do you want them to hear you?”

            “Who?” you asked, trying to follow the whispering voice. “Where is everyone?”

            Hands grabbed your shoulder and covered your mouth before tugging you back into the shadows of an alleyway. You shoved your attackers away and rounded on them, basket in hand and ready to swing. To your surprise, you recognized the two young men gawking at you as village farmers.

            “You’re alive!” one nearly shouted while the other continued to stare in shock. “Elder Gran was telling the truth!”

            “Truth about what?” you asked, glancing between the two. “What’s going on?”

            “Demons snuck into the village last night,” the second man said grimly. “They stole all the weapons and took everyone prisoner before we even knew what was happening. Elder Gran told us to find you and ask the Monkey King for help but we thought she was crazy sending us to the mountain!”

            “We were waiting till dark to make a run for it but the demons are still patrolling around, capturing anyone they find!”

            Footsteps and muttered voices echoed down the street, hushing the conversation. You peeked around the corner, seeing a long, scaly tail disappear into a nearby house. Clattering and crashing sounds followed as the inside was ransacked. Backing out of sight, you turned to the two farmers with a nervous nod.

            “If we can get to the mountain, I can ask Sun Wukong for help.”

            They both stared at you with a mix of doubt and disbelief. “You think the Monkey King would actually do something?”

            “I…can’t say for certain,” you admitted. While his offer of assistance had seemed genuine, the Monkey King’s feelings towards your village were still unknown. He might accept, he might refuse, “But the least I can do is ask. He said he would help if the village was in need and I believe him.”

            “Why would the Monkey King listen to anything you ask of him?”

            A nearby crash startled you and ushered your group further behind the buildings. The gruff voices of the demons passed by, casual and oblivious. You waited until they faded away to finally breathe again.

            “We don’t have time to argue!” you whispered, peering back out to the empty road. “If we’re going to get help, we have to get to the mountain now!”

            Despite their pale and nervous glances, both farmers nodded. Taking a final sweep of the area, you tiptoed out of the alleyway and gestured for the others to follow. “The coast looks clear. Let’s hurry before they come back.”

            “Too late for that, humans!”

            Within seconds, the empty village was suddenly crawling with a dozen demons; jumping down from rooftops, creeping out of buildings, and appearing from shadowy side streets. They ranged from hairy to scaly to feathery. All were armed, armored, and wearing sharp sneers as they surrounded your group.

            Icy fear flooded your veins as the circle grew tighter, your chances of escape shrinking with every step. Nowhere to run, no way to fight, and Shihou was too far to save you this time.

            A snake-like demon with long fangs hissed in disdain. “Take them away and put them with the other prisoners. The rest of you, keep looking for any other stragglers.”

            “Wait! That one there!” a dreadfully familiar voice growled from the crowd. You turned to recognize the hunched wolf from weeks before. His hackles were raised, teeth bared and eyes glaring as he pointed you out. “Venerable Great King! That’s the human responsible for our captain’s death!”

            “We finally found them?” The deep, booming question shook you nearly as much as the thunderous steps trembling the ground. A monstrous bull stomped his way past the other demons until he towered over you. He stood up right, taller than any man you knew, with hooves and a bovine head complete with horns, curved and wickedly sharp. The bull stared down at you, bemused and unimpressed by what he saw. “So, you’re the human responsible for the wolf captain’s demise? Seems unlikely.”

            “I didn’t kill him!” you squeaked in protest. “They were trying to kill me!”

            “As much as I believe you,” the bull said, grabbing your arm and shoving you to the ground. “I’m afraid I can’t allow demon-killing humans to go unpunished.”

            A huge battle axe was handed to him, the honed edge catching the winter sunlight. Your thoughts raced in a panic as the blade was lifted into the air. Memories of your father, your sister, and your beloved Shihou flashed through your mind. Tears gathered as the axe swung down, a raised arm your last line of defense.

            Something flashed, bright and golden. The surrounding demons groaned and hissed as they were temporarily blinded. You blinked the shine from your eyes and looked around, thankfully still in one piece. Warmth against your wrist caught your attention and you could only stare in bewilderment.

            The hair. The makeshift bracelet Shihou had given you was glowing, encompassing you in light that stopped the bull’s axe mid-swing.

            “What is this!?” the demon snarled, trying to force the blade down only to be flung back by the shield’s power.

            Faster than your eyes could follow, the hair unwrapped itself from your wrist and darted into the air. Extending itself into a gold thread, it tangled around the handled of the axe, yanking it from the bull demon and flinging it into a nearby roof. The blur of gold raced back to the bull, spinning itself around his hands to pin them together. No matter how much he fought and struggled, the hair refused to release him.

            “Whatever trickery this is, it won’t save you!” the demon bellowed.

            “It’s not me!” you shouted, equally confused.

            “Enough! Let’s see you spin your spells once you’ve been gored!”

            He stomped his hooves and lowered his head, the tips of his horns aimed right at you. Shouts of terror filled the street as the other demons fled, scrambled to get out of the way of the enraged bull. With a snort and a shout, he charged.

            Another flash of light and an earsplitting sound like thunder rattled the village. Something crashed into the ground just before the bull, throwing him back with the shockwave alone. You shielding your eyes as the dust settled and the glow faded into a familiar figure.

            His golden armor sparkled in the sunlight, phoenix feathers arched from his crown, and a heavy iron staff spun in his hand.

            The Monkey King had come.

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Took forever to find where to end this one but now, Bull Demon King! Got some action planned for the next chapter. Thank you to all my Peach Friends for reading! The love and support has really motivated me into keeping this story going!

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[cyclicalaberration]

I'm not going to be able to shade this, so yall get it as flat color. Maybe I'll fix it later, but :) Postcanon Beta Kids lineup :)

[dragqueenstarscream]

Once Starscream's human gets close enough, he'll trust them to clean his wings and it feels *good*. He might try to hide it, but his wings are fluttering and he wants to melt into cooing putty in their touch, realizing that maybe it's ok to have moments of vulnerability around people who care for him

-💌 anon

it's a big leap of faith for starscream, one he's unsure he wants to take. ever since the war started, he's been afraid of trusting anyone other than himself. considering what happened when he trusted megatron, his fears aren't exactly irrational.

but you're able to win him over. you, in all your funny little human charm, show him the kindness he's been missing. he can feel it in your laugh whenever he says something amusing, your seemingly unending stream of questions about how he works, your touch whenever you clean his chassis.

the fear in your eyes when he returned to his berth, damaged and limping.

humans are so expressive. he can read you like a book, and there's no mistaking what that look means.

as he finally, finally allows you to get close enough to his gunked up wings to clean them, he starts to wonder why he denied himself this pleasure for so long. your nimble human hands reach places his long claws can't. with every layer of grime washed away, starscream feels old aches he'd long thought to be a result of his age beginning to fade. the pain he knew so well washed away in rivulets of water down his back.

it feels like nothing he's experienced in a long, long time. it feels like cybertron, where he could treat himself to spa days more frequently. it feels like home.

his wings flutter gently as you scrape away the muck in their hinges. his optics fade shut, and a smile starts to spread over his face. not a scheming smirk, nor the awkward half grin when he realizes he's done something stupid in front of megatron. it's something tired, long abandoned, but real.

"i'd recommend that knock out come to you, rather than breakdown, whenever he needs his finish buffed," he jokes, "but that would mean not having you here with me as often. and you know i don't like to share."

and there it is. your little human laughter, something he might have once found annoying, but now looks forward to hearing when he returns to his berth.

letting himself smile a bit more, starscream tilts his head forward to allow you better access to his wing hinges. he doesn't know when he'll get to savor this luxury again, so for now, he's determined to make the most of it.

[pooplyface1423]

Through Dusk and Dawn

"Through dusk and dawn" means throughout the entire night, from the time it starts getting dark (dusk) until the first light of day appears (dawn), essentially encompassing the whole nighttime

Shadow x reader (platonic)

Warnings : none other than Shadow already has a tiny soft spot for reader

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One of your worst nightmares coming to life was not what you planned for this year.

Losing the people u cared for the most was awful.

Never thought it would've come to this you thought

You were nowhere to be seen during the guardianship stuff always hiding in the bathroom to wipe tears of sorrow and guilt people might ask why you feel guilt but the thing is you had nothing to do with it you just feel like you should of done something but didn't you blamed yourself for it.

Once Tom and Maddie got full guardianship over you they finally got to take you home with them.The drive from the foster care centre and to there home was wierd Tom having lost his brother (ur dad) was hard on him but they always had this promise to each other that if something went wrong that the other would care for their family and Tom wanted to keep that promise and make it true.

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*Car stops*

You got to were you would call home

Tom and Maddie help you w ur 2 bags while u carried ur main bag w all ur most personal things

Once the door opened sonic and tails were the first to try to greet you

“Oooooh hiii you must be y/n! Nice to meet you!” Said sonic with a warm smile

“Sonic she can't hear you…” said Maddie

“Oh let me speak louder my bad HI IM SO-” I mean she's deaf sonic she can read lips but she can't hear anything”says Maddie

“Oh I'm Sorry”

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Maddie an Tom help u set up in the room you'd stay in

As you entered you saw a beautiful room decorated with a small vase of flowers and a candle in a nightstand next to it you saw two small beds in one of them was a small black and red hedgehog sitting down reading a book

Feeling interrupted shadow wanted to say something

“I'm sorry shadow but quickly we wanted you to meet y/n she's my niece and she will share a room with you for a while until we find a way to set everything up” says Tom looking at shadow hoping for a small “okay” or a head nod

Shadow nods his head and continues reading

After putting ur things away Tom writes on a sticky note

“Wanna have pizza for dinner?”

You wrote back

“Ok sure” just wanting to be left to your own thoughts

Tom could feel that you were probably not in the mood for anything so he waved goodbye and left

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Now being alone (w only shadow being there) you finally felt the wave of grief hit you like a stack of bricks a few silent tears slipped down your cheeks onto ur knees as you hugged them tighter hoping everything was a bad dream even if you knew it wasnt….

Shadow took notice of this since he could hear what you thought were silent sobs were actually not that silent but quite enough he could hear.

Jumping of his bed he thought he should see what's wrong since he did overhear Tom and Maddie talk about why you were coming to sonic tail and knuckles. He slowly climbed up into you bed and tapped ur hand gaining ur attention

“Are you okay” he said, feeling a small shock as he was reminded of Maria as soon as he saw our tear filled eyes.

You read his lips and nodded your head in a no motion

Shadow felt a small crack in his heart seeing you like this,as it reminded him so much of his sweet maria.he said something gaining no response and thought maybe u wanted to be left alone as he was about to go back to his bed you held onto his hand patting the side next to you signalling him to sit next to you

You quickly grabbed a notepad u had in you bag and wrote

I'm sorry if u said anything but I can't hear you

“It's okay, do you wanna write about why ur crying?” he wrote back

Not right now can you just stay with me for a bit?

You wrote back waiting for a reply

Shadow slowly nodded, feeling a small wave of happiness in his heart being able to be wanted was not new but it was a feeling he's almost forgotten about since the last time he felt it was with her..

as he say back next to you layer down motioning him to do the same

As you both layer in your bed in comfortable silence he noticed you seemed less tense as you did when u got here.after a while he poked his head up to she if you doing okay only to see you in deep sleep. Feeling like his job was done he thought he should head back to his bed but he felt like his heart was telling him to stay feeling as if he left you would disappear.

Around 20 minutes after shadow Slowly felt his eyes starting to feel heavy he wanted falling asleep next to you but before anything happened he snapped back as he heard someone approaching quickly teleporting back into his bed

As the door opened he looked up from the open book seeing tails and knuckles acting nonchalant he looked at them with a speak or get out face

Seeing that tails spoke up

“Maddie wanted us to let you and y/n know that the pizza is almost here and to come to the table” he said sheepishly

“Well be there in a bit”he said as tails and knuckles left the room

Shadow walked over to your bed and slowly shook you awake

He quickly wrote on the notepad “pizza I here let's go eat” as you woke up.

You quickly nodded as you were hungry quickly, getting up and following him to the kitchen

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Finished!

Thanks for reading!

I lwk LOVE how this turned out hope you guys like it too<3

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[rensukepie]

*ೃ༄ “i wanna ride!” (ride!)

┈─ ੈ✩‧₊˚ o. a

contains : face riding, aiku teases you with his stubble :;(, aiku’s nose hits your clit ^—^, cunnilingus :3, very shy reader, established relationship, pet names (doll, angel).

who is he to say no to his pretty girl when she wants to ride his face?

a/n : inspired by @aikuposer ‘s comment about his nose…

mdni (minors do NOT interact!!)

nsfw under the cut

“you’re very, very shy.” something that was said by multiple people, even aiku said it himself. you can’t really say your thoughts out loud to him, hell—you can’t say your thoughts out loud to anybody! you can’t say them without this flush coming to your face, sounds of your stutters flying out of your mouth.

“how can you not say your thoughts out loud? i’d talk and talk everyday if i had a boyfriend…” your friend said, lips going into a pout as she talks about not having a boyfriend.

“you know… you should reallyyy tell aiku about your thoughts.. especially about that one thing..” she smiles, bursting out laughing when she thinks about it.

gosh, you regret telling your friend about that now.

aiku had a bigger nose, and he’s just so, so handsome! you can’t really believe he’s your boyfriend sometimes, you wanna try something new with him in bed though, you’ve been thinking about it allll week already! the thought of his nose hitting your clit as you ride his face, his tongue licking at your cunt.

if only you weren’t so scared of talking about your feelings.

you knew that if you weren’t so scared, maybe you’d be more comfortable about talking about your desires for him, your needs for him.

“yeah, but what if he thinks it’s weird, what if i get dumped right there—“ you say worriedly before getting cut off.

“i can absolutely guarantee you he won’t find you weird…. c’mon! tell him tonight when he comes home from his soccer game or something!” your friend says in a convincing tone that always ends up working.

“okay.. i”lll try… but if it doesn’t go well, i’m blaming you.”

“and if it does go well, you better tell me everything!” your friend shouts, teasing you even more about your boyfriend before you head back home.

┈─ ੈ✩

you’re at home now, waiting for aiku to come home from his soccer game, cooking a quick meal before you head his key jingling from outside.

“hi aiku!” you say excitedly, turning off the stove before hugging him, the familiar scent of his cologne.“missed you so much…” you whine, your voice sweet like honey.

gosh—he loves when you get clingy like this! you’re so sweet to him, so good to him.

“missed you too, sweet girl…” he says, giving you a peck before heading to the shared room between the two of you.

┈─ ੈ✩

“aiku… wanna tell you something… just really quick! ‘s been on my mind all week..” you softly say, really hoping that he can’t hear the fast beating of your heart as he scrolls away watching those silly baby chick videos he always loved.

“hm? go ahead, pretty… i’ll listen to you.” he faces your face, burning red from what you’re about to say to him.

“i wanna try something new in bed…” you say, your face into his neck, a quiet tone when you speak to him.

“oh? what did you have in mind, angel?”

“i wanna ride your face… your nose would be hitting my clit… m’sorry if it’s weird aiku i—“

“oh fuck…” he groans, his cock hardening at your words. “well, who am i to deny my pretty girl for asking so nicely, right?”

┈─ ੈ✩

“a—aiku… ohh… mmf—!♡” you whimper softly, your clit hitting his nose as you grind your hips back and fourth. if you weren’t so shy, you would’ve done this before!

“hm? feels good, right? don’t gotta be so shy now, angel…” he murmurs softly, his hands wandering to both your hips and ass.

you can’t even hear what he’s even saying to you, but his voice is vibrating into your cunt with his little groans about how good you taste and it just feels so, so good to you! you bet he’s doing it just to tease you.

“y-you’re doing that on purpose—hah..! mmf—..” you moan again, but get caught off guard when you feel his stubble on your clit, the texture of it adding even more pleasure. “aiku—! f-feels s’good…mmf..—you’re teasing me..—♡”

he continues to tease you, his tongue going a bit faster at your cunt, your hip movements getting more lazy as the pleasure catches up to your body, the weird sensation on your clit.

“gonna give up on me now, doll? we’ve only just started…” he groans, the feeling of his lips smirking on your very soaked cunt.

“c—can’t take anymo— aiku! m’gonna cum! pleasepleaseplease—… mmf!…♡”

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“t-thank you aiku… s’good…. missed you, by the way..” you whisper as you wrap your arms around him on the bed, your fucked out state showing off. the one that aiku always saw when he made you feel good.

what a good boyfriend he is to take care of your needs.

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

hi hope your having a good day!

do you have any headcanons for a yandere Clark Kent, I just think he's neat

Hi! I have slightly great day actually but I hope yours is much better!

In regards to Headcannons about Sups yes, Superman really is a pretty great character loved the guy since I saw him on TV but kinda scared about how they keep making evil superman these days, anyway lemme just open my old notes and please forgive me for typos this isn't really proofread much.

Yandere Clark Kent/SuperMan

HeadCannons

[General, Platonic and Romantic]

General

In the terms of a yandere Clark I think he's somewhat-

Obsessive - loves to pick up even the tiniest things you do or the little stuff that makes you -You! especially with that perfect vision that can literally see for miles.

Example: The tiny baby hairs that curls at your nape when you tie your hair up, The habit you do when something catches your eye or interest and even the slight twitch of your muscle when you're about to do something.

Controlling - but I say he let's you have some freedom, this golden boy is raised by the Kents to hold his temper when things doesn't go his way-

Like when you disagree with what he wants he will then try to hear out your reason first and maybe work something out, it breaks his heart to see you angry, distress or just sad.

But if it's been life or death? your life and wellbeing on the line? There's no talking your way out of this, his words are final.

Hero Complex - He thinks its his responsibility to protect and save you from everything, He's Superman, Man of Steel and a Hero, Yes of course you can get groceries for yourself but atleast let him come with you, you don't know what some people are planning or what goes inside their head until you just find yourself at the end of the barrel of a gun.

[Platonic]

As a Yandere Platonic it's like just in a very over protective family.

Whether you're like a parental figure, a sibling or even like his own child, He'll become to protective over you.

If he ever has the chance to show you of he will but not to the point of telling anyone everything about you, they'll know who you are, your name , what you are or relation to him and what you do but that's it, he'll try to avoid anymore discussion or talks about you, he gets to keep that informations to himself.

Like how you really like your puppy and you want everyone to know you have one but you won't let them pet it or even just look at them in general, it's your puppy, you're not obligated to share them to people.

Very family Oriented guy, he likes to have his family close to him and celebrate any important events with everyone, memories are precious and he wants to keep them forever, we have this thing here -a culture you might say- where in some families it's not really required or force upon the children to move out and become independent sometimes it's still okay to live under the same roof with your grandparents, parents, siblings, in laws, along with your wife and children and your siblings children (dear lord u don't know how true this is in my country)

I like to think that if you want to be a bit independent to Clark, he'll be like 'Oh! I understand so I thought about this instead'-

and literally build either a separate house that reaches his parents farm house in one full walk or extended the house where you get your own space and still be with the family.

He coddles you even more when you don't have superpowers or is a kryptonian, He freaks out when your hurt and acts like you'll die from a little scratch after falling, still kept baby proofing the house even if you become an adult

You can use accidents or possible injuries as a leverage but you can never talk or joke about kys because he will literally get angry with you and gives you lecture about how important your life is.

[Romantic]

As a romantic yandere I think he's a bit on the Hopeless Romantic side.

Believes in love at first sight or soulmates and continue to fall more and more in love with you day by day, thinks about how romantic it is to swoop in and save you as Superman, likes to pop out everytime you stand on your balcony and sneak up on you and how you fit right in his arms as he carries you in the sky with you and him alone above everything and everyone.

Will give you gifts that has more sentimental value than the price tag, like the scarf his Ma made even meals and treats for you, simple things maybe art supplies or notebook for journaling and if he can get a good raise he'll get you that jewelry that brings out your beauty, he loves to see anything he gifts to you on your person a bit like marking on you that kind of stuff.

Doesn't really like Poly-relationship, he's not really against it but He likes to keep you to himself, you're both made for each other and he likes to keep it that way.

Family - adding this again but really wants to get married to you soon after like what 2-3 dates? wants you to move in and become a stay at home spouse where you'll spend more time with his folks and maybe take care of the kids.

Is dying to see you round and prego like goodness lord you are even hotter to him when you stand there either cooking or walking around with your hand on your hip and the other under that bump may or may not.

If you're willing in this relationship maybe 2-3 kids? if not forced pregnancy might become possible.

And if you can't have kids it's alright adoption is available, he would still look like a highschool boy in love when you hold a baby or a tiny kid in your arms

I'm a bit soft on my Yandere stuff so a bit srry for that

And that's all I got for the Big Man supes, I hope you like this and I hope did this right, been writing this one at 3am, Thanks for the ask btw.

[aishangotome]

[Gilbert] Love's Cleaning Time - Part 3

Part 2

Michael, thank you for your letter. I'm relieved to hear that you're doing well in Rhodolite. Regarding the matter you wrote about the other day, I looked into it on my end. It seems there's a collector in Rhodolite who specializes in buying books. This collector apparently buys rare books at whatever price is asked, and the poor, aiming for a chance to make a fortune, are desperately searching for treasures. I thought Rhodolite had good public order, but it seems every country has its share of troubled people. Akatsuki's bookstore isn't famous because the books he handles are too niche, but many of the books he deals with are rare and valuable, the kind of gems that would make a collector drool. Ah, I can't sleep at night when I think that something might happen to the little rabbit. Knowing you, Michael, you've probably already identified the person behind those watchful eyes. Could you use them to meet with the collector? And invite him to Obsidian's black market. ––I hear there are many rare books of historical value there.

Gilbert: Hmm... An outing after so long makes my heart race. Don't you think?

Roderich: ...I have a headache.

Gilbert: Ahaha, pull yourself together. You were the one who said it, right?

Gilbert: That thieves should be taken down.

Roderich: I can handle this alone.

Roderich: There's no need for Prince Gilbert to venture to the outskirts...

Gilbert: Hehe, I've wanted to see the black market for a while now.

Roderich: ...What would Walter say if he knew?

Gilbert: Ahaha, why should Walter restrict my actions?

Gilbert: This black market is really quite amusing, isn't it?

Roderich: .....

Fleeing Man: Run! It's the military!

Fleeing Woman: Why is the national army here!? No, I don't want to die!

Man with a Pile of Books: No, I just came here without knowing anything! Why must I be detained by the military –– uwaaah!

Gilbert: Ahaha, what a grand hunt. How strange.

Roderich: ...Was this truly necessary?

Roderich: Even though the black market is illegal, it exists due to political deals.

Roderich: The collapse of this black market will earn the resentment of some nobles.

Gilbert: That's the reason I came here.

Gilbert: You know why I'm called the "Conqueror Beast," don't you?

Roderich: ...Of course.

Gilbert: Resentment from the nobles? Ahaha, I'm not kind enough to let them harbor such things.

He steps on a man who lies pathetically on the ground, books scattered around him.

Even when his cane digs into the man's skin and he cries out in agony, Gilbert doesn't care.

Gilbert: Filthy creatures like him think nothing of hurting others for their own greed.

Gilbert: As long as they get what they want, they don't care if innocent people get hurt.

Gilbert: This world is overflowing with "unconscious malice."

Gilbert: That's why I have to be overprotective.

Gilbert: If the most beautiful thing in this world were to be harmed by such an insignificant creature...

Gilbert: I would want to destroy the world right now, wouldn't I...?

Roderich: Prince Gilbert...

Gilbert: Hehe... Roderich, I'll leave the command here to you.

Gilbert: Ah, and also...

Gilbert: Keep it a secret from Michael that I was rough with them, okay...?

*back to present time*

Emma: –– ...It's true, I stopped feeling those eyes on me at some point.

Emma: I thought it was just my imagination and almost forgot about it, but...

Gilbert: Hehe, that's good.

Gilbert: I'm glad nothing happened to you.

(I had no idea... Behind my peaceful everyday life was the goodwill of a great villain.)

Prince Gilbert takes the documents from my hand and traces the letters with his finger, a nostalgic look on his face.

Gilbert: I got scared after that.

Gilbert: Akatsuki said it would be alright, but it really wasn't.

Gilbert: There are so many dangers around you, and something could happen at any moment.

Gilbert: I couldn't stand the thought of it... so I ended up doing it.

(Michael continued to come to the store after that.)

(I talked to him about all sorts of things, unaware of the person behind him.)

Gilbert: I'm sorry.

Emma: Why are you apologizing? This is a story about how you were protecting me...

Emma: I should be thanking you ––

He gently places his index finger on my lips.

Gilbert: No, little rabbit.

Gilbert: You were being watched the whole time. By a royal from an enemy nation who did terrible things to Rhodolite –– no...

Gilbert: By a strange man, all this time.

Emma: .....

Gilbert: Little rabbit... do you know what the most troublesome evil in this world is?

When I shake my head, Prince Gilbert slides the hand that was on my lips to my cheek.

Gilbert: "Goodwill."

Emma: Goodwill is evil?

Gilbert: Yes. Goodwill, when you look at it another way, is "unconscious malice."

Gilbert: If you didn't know me...

Gilbert: ...and you found out that "a spy from an enemy nation's royal family was secretly watching your life," how would you feel?

(If I didn't know Prince Gilbert and only knew that information...)

Emma: ...I'd be scared, very scared.

Gilbert: Right?

Gilbert: In the worst case, it could have been more terrifying than being attacked by thieves.

Gilbert: My goodwill would only be malice to you.

Emma: .....

Gilbert: That's why you shouldn't thank me so lightly.

Gilbert: I'm a villain through and through.

Gilbert: The leader of the "filthy creatures."

(...Thinking back, I was scared during my time as Belle.)

(Prince Gilbert knew everything about me, and I felt like I was being watched.)

(But when I heard that story just now, I didn't feel scared.)

(Maybe my senses are already messed up.)

(...Or maybe ––)

Before Prince Gilbert can pull his hand away, I grab it ––

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Part 4

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[biblical-chronicles]

Moving on

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where a forgotten drunken confession leads to a whole new beginning.

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The party was winding down, most people either gone or half-asleep in random corners. You were curled up on the couch next to Noel, pressed against his side while his arm rested lazily along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing your shoulder every now and then.

“Noel,” you mumbled, your cheek squished against his chest.

He just hummed in response.

“Dunno how you put up with me,” you slurred, your words spilling out before your hazy brain could catch them.

He chuckled softly, tilting his head to look at you. “It’s not exactly a struggle, is it? You’re not as bad as you think.”

You let out a huff, shaking your head. “I’m such a mess, though.”

“Maybe,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, “but you're me mess.”

You blinked, your brain trying to process his words through the fog of alcohol. Slowly, you pulled back to look up at him. “What did you just say?”

Noel hesitated, his gaze flicking away for a second before locking back on yours. He let out a small sigh, his voice quieter this time. “I said… you're me mess. Always have been.”

Your heart skipped, and for once, it wasn’t the alcohol.

“Noel,” you whispered, and he looked like he was bracing for impact.

“I’m in love with you,” he admitted, his voice soft but sure. “Been mad about you for ages.”

A slow smile spread across your face as the words sank in. “I’ve always wanted to hear you say that,” you murmured, barely able to believe it.

Before he could respond, you leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow. His hand cupped your cheek, holding you there like he was scared you’d disappear if he let go.

The next day the hangover hit you hard, but not hard enough to completely exclude you from your usual routine. You stood in the corridor at the studio, waiting for Noel like always so the two of you can share lunch together.

When he rounded the corner, his face lit up, a rare, unguarded smile breaking through. He stepped up to you, arms already reaching for a hug, and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek like it was second nature.

You blinked, your head tilting as you stared at him, confused. “Not that I’m complaining, but you’re awfully affectionate today Gallagher.”

Noel froze, his arms dropping awkwardly to his sides. His face paled slightly, as he let out a dry laugh. “Right, yeah, sorry… I—uh…” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking everywhere but at you.

You frowned. “Is summat wrong?”

“No, no, just… busy day, that’s all,” he mumbled, taking a step back. “I probably won’t have time for lunch today. Sorry.”

Before you could say anything, he was already turning to leave, his movements stiff and hurried.

“Noel?” you called, but he only threw a quick “Catch you later” over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

You stood there, stunned, your chest tight with confusion.

Meanwhile, his mind was racing, his chest heavy. She doesn’t remember, he thought bitterly. Of course, she doesn’t. Why would she?

The memory of your kiss from the night before played on a loop in his mind—the way you’d smiled against his lips, the way you told him you always wanted to hear him confess to you. And now, it was as if it never happened.

His thoughts spiraled for the rest of the day, a mix of hurt and self-doubt. Maybe love wasn’t in the cards for him. He’d given it a shot, laid himself bare, and now… well, now he was left to pick up the pieces. Better off keeping it simple, he told himself. Easy, temporary affection—nothing messy, nothing complicated, nothing meaningful. Just something to distract him from the hollow ache in his chest.

So that’s what he did.

It wasn’t long before people started noticing Noel spending more time with someone new—some singer from another studio down the street. She was pretty, always laughing at whatever he said and leaning into his space like she belonged there. It was casual, but she was around enough to turn heads.

Including yours.

You hadn’t confronted the feeling at first, chalking it up to stress or a bad mood. But when you’d catch sight of them laughing in the corridors or walking out together, your chest tightened in a way that was impossible to ignore. You thought you and Noel might’ve had something—or at least the beginning of something—but now it felt like the rug had been pulled out from under you.

Still, you tried to carry on as usual. No sense in making a fool of yourself over someone who clearly wasn’t yours.

Yet one evening, as you were leaving the studio, you saw them. They were standing just outside, their conversation casual, though the way she rested her hand on his arm made your stomach churn. You tried to look away, tried to focus on your keys jangling in your hand, but before you could escape unnoticed, she leaned in and kissed him—a quick peck, but it might as well have been a knife to the heart.

The noise of the studio door slamming shut behind you made you wince, but it was too late to take it back. You marched back inside, your heart pounding, desperate to put distance between yourself and the scene outside.

“Wait!” Noel’s voice rang out behind you, his footsteps quick against the tiled floor.

You didn’t stop, not until his hand caught your arm, spinning you around to face him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion, though his voice was tinged with concern.

“What’s wrong?” you echoed, your voice sharper than intended. You shook your head, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “Nothing, Noel. Absolutely nothing. Why would anything be wrong? Just heading back inside to… I dunno, work on something. Or pretend to, at least.”

His grip loosened, though his hand remained on your arm. “Is this about—”

“Don’t,” you interrupted, your voice trembling. “Don’t act like you don’t know what this is about.”

His mouth opened to respond, but no words came out. He looked at you, truly looked at you, and realization flickered across his face.

Your shoulders slumped as you began to ramble, your voice shaking with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "God, Noel, I’m sorry. I’m making such a fool out of meself. I know we’re not together or owt, so I shouldn’t be acting like this. It’s not fair to you. I’m sorry, I—”

Before you could get another word out, Noel leaned in and kissed you. It wasn’t gentle nor hesitant—it was firm, desperate, as though he couldn’t hold back a second longer. The sheer intensity made your back hit the wall behind you, your hands instinctively grabbing at his jacket for balance. His lips moved against yours with a kind of passion that told you he’d been aching for this for quite a while now.

When he finally pulled back you were left breathless, staring up at him in shock. “What… what the hell was that?” you stammered, your cheeks burning.

“That,” Noel said, his voice husky as his forehead rested against yours, “was me finally doing what I should’ve done the day after the party.”

You blinked, trying to catch up. “Wait, wait. What’re you on about?”

He took a deep breath, his hands still cradling your face. “The party. You don’t remember, yeah?”

“The party?” you echoed, your brows furrowing as you scrambled to piece it together.

“I told you I loved you,” he said softly, his voice steady but his eyes still flickering with a bit of uncertainty. “You were drunk as hell, cuddled up to me on the couch, and I finally said it. And… you kissed me. Told me you’d been waiting to hear it.”

Your jaw dropped. “I did? Oh, my God, I… I don’t even…” You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Noel, why the fuck didn’t you remind me? I literally forgot.”

“I dunno,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “I felt shy, I guess. Didn’t wanna push you or make you feel weird about it. Thought maybe you didn’t mean it, that it was just the booze talking.”

You lowered your hands, staring at him in disbelief. “So you’re telling me I could’ve been in your arms this whole time? Oh, shit, that’s why you were so affectionate the day after, wasn’t it? Oh, God, I’m so sorry, Noel. I’m such an idiot.”

He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. “S’alright. I reckon we’ve both been idiots, haven’t we?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, your tension easing as you leaned into his touch. “Yeah, I guess we have.”

“Let’s stop muckin’ about then, yeah?” he said, his voice warm and sincere. “Let’s make up for lost time.”

Your lips curved into a grin as you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.

When you finally broke apart, you both chuckled softly, your foreheads still pressed together. “So, what now?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Now,” Noel said, smirking as his hand slipped down to intertwine with yours, “we’ve got a lot of catchin’ up to do, love.”

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hope you lovely lot and the person that requested it liked this, was dead hard to write Noel sad though ... I'm a weak soldier

also, I did not forget that Liam smut I am on it just want to make it longer than usual, thank you for yer patience loves xx

and I know the picture doesn't match but just look at him so cute so happy

[otp-armada]

For a long time, I've felt that Season 5 was structured with a purposeful symmetry by the writers.

To start the season with Clarke and Bellamy apart, one yearning and the other mourning, and to end the season with them in each other's arms, looking out into their future together---I can easily believe that "Nothing will change on the ground" had a closing Becho counterpoint in 5x13 where a conversation ensued in which Bellamy had to tell her that things have changed.

For one, Bob has told us how they never knew if a renewal was coming, and Jason told us how he mapped the series out that it could end in S5. Reflective of his word, 5x13 feels like a soft series finale. If it was planned as such as a contingency to a possible cancellation, then the love triangle/Bellarke storyline also needed resolution.

Two, it was typical of Jason to constrain temporary ships to an arc or two. It tracks if Becho was limited to a single season.

And to that end, the love triangle was so well-structured in season 5 that it seemed heavily poised to end in 5x13.

Like a play, we can split the love triangle into three acts.

Act I - The Reunion Act II - The Fallout Act III - The Reunification

Act I - Clarke is longing for Bellamy on the ground. It's unknown to him that she's alive. We anticipate Bellamy discovering Clarke, only to learn he's in a relationship. The tension ratches before Bellamy and Clarke share an emotional, tearful reunion. There's an awkwardness between them, as they reacclimate to each other's presence. Slowly, they knit back together as a team, old intimacies swathing them. Then comes the penny drop. Clarke learns of Becho.

Act II - Clarke and Company retreat to Polis. Bellamy is preoccupied with ensuring his sister doesn't kill Echo. Meanwhile, Clarke is heartbroken. She keeps to herself, locked away from Bellamy. Clarke's answer to her heartache is to compensate for her perceived loss of Bellamy by latching onto Madi for emotional dependence. Having "lost" Bellamy and standing on the outside looking into all these found families that Clarke isn't a member of, she subconsciously looks to Madi to fill in the voids that Bellamy and their friends left vacant. It's the opposite of her hopes for the two of them to become engulfed into a larger family when Spacekru descended to the ground, and the Bunker inhabitants ascended. Clarke now wants---needs--- to believe that she and Madi can be everything to each other because, in her mind, Madi is all she has. Madi is the only person keeping Clarke from being completely alone in the world, or so she believes. To recant her line of thought, she needed to hear from Bellamy how important she still is to him. And that's exactly what Bellamy wants to keep hidden. He wants to preserve the rational person he's become, keep the relationship he's grown comfortable in, and he knows that to let Clarke fully into his heart is tantamount to reverting to the man he was that followed his heart, his instinct of charging headfirst, with the usual outcome of losing the people he tried to save.

So, Clarke's in a place where she will cross any line to avoid losing Madi. She believes that whatever's changed between her and Bellamy, she can rely on him to safeguard Madi. He's still the man who'd do anything to protect the people he cares about. At this point, Bellamy is also retaining his own outdated perception of Clarke as the rational woman he remembered, the brilliant strategist with political acumen and nerves of steel.

It's when Clarke misinterprets his motives for giving Madi the Flame as a desire to protect Spacekru exclusively that her illusion of Bellamy shatters. It's when Clarke abandons him to Octavia's mercy, or the lack thereof, that his illusion of her shatters.

Act III - Clarke tries to rationalize her decision as necessary. Madi's not having it, and living up to her moniker as "the child from Hell." Meanwhile, Bellamy is hurt by Clarke's abandonment. To him, whatever's changed between him and Clarke over six years, what hasn't strayed from its pattern is Clarke's ability to leave him behind. Touching Echo's sword is a visual clue to the audience that he's resigning himself to be committed to Echo. To remember he has her, at least.

It builds to a head with Echo and Madi confronting Clarke, and Lxa's pseudo-reawakening. Long ago, Lxa influenced Clarke to believe that if she wanted to be strong enough to protect her people, she couldn't allow personal connections to weaken her resolve to save them. Today, "her people" has trickled down to Madi. Clarke's determined to convince herself she did what she had to do until Lxa admits it was wrong of her to abandon the woman she loves at Mount Weather, heavily insinuating how Clarke is also making the same mistake with the man she still loves.

Honestly, the entire second half of 5x13 is so laser-focused on Bellarke that it couldn't NOT include a resolution to the triangle.

Clarke's faith in Bellamy as her hero and savior is restored when Madi tells her how he kept her from spilling more blood as the Commander. Bellamy, Clarke, and Echo all exchange glances, reminding us of the ever-present love triangle.

Bellamy is still upset with Clarke. Not because she left him. That, he could rationalize as her protecting Madi from Octavia and her acolytes and the turncoats who wanted the Commander to lead them. He's heartbroken by his assumption that Clarke doesn't care about him, and doesn't love him like he loves her. Madi sets him straight. Clarke loves him so much that she reached out to him every day for six years. She didn't need to, it wasn't rational to speak into a radio, receiving no answer for all those years. She could have assumed he was dead, like he did, when five years passed with Spacekru still absent. The radio calls stand as proof of her love and faith in him, in her desire for him to come home to her. And he returns her good faith with a reveal of his own: her loss cut him so deeply that he couldn't bear to relive it with more death.

Bellamy's flying so high on the wings of the radio call reveal that it's all heart eyes as he forgives her and invites her back into the fold. He turns back, wanting to say something else, the words on the tip of his tongue, but something holds him back.

From there's an unexplained tonal shift. I mentioned before how the abrupt cut of Echo entering cryosleep suggests it was part of a longer scene we didn't see. One might presume the melancholic, almost sorrowful temperature of Bellamy typing her name and walking away with a heavy slump to his shoulders, eyes forlorn to the floor, was a sadness to be parted from his girlfriend. Honestly, what they're doing equivocates to taking a nap and waking up to what will feel like the next day. What is there to be sorrowful about?

More finite details make me believe a break-up occurred in a deleted scene. The fact that when Clarke offers Bellamy a small, comforting smile, Bellamy pivots his eyes from her, unable to accept the comfort she's offering. Five minutes ago, it was all warmth and heart eyes, and now, you can't bear to accept her gesture? Clarke has nothing to do with why he and Octavia are a mess, and helping each other through their emotional hurdles is what Bellamy and Clarke do for each other.

But you know what would explain it? If, before they entered cryosleep, Head!Bellamy listened to his heart and knew he needed to clean house and be honest with Echo before they all woke up and began a new chapter. Hence, why he wrenched himself away from Clarke when there was more he wanted to say, like, I don't know…maybe to bring up the radio calls? 👀

There's another tonal shift when Clarke and Bellamy awaken. The vibe between them instantly gives husband and wife. All warm smiles, coziness, and bright silhouettes. Weren't there rumors circulating at the time of a deleted Bellarke scene? 👀x2

Monty and Harper's ultimate wish was to pave a path for humanity to find its way to peace. They chronicled their life through video logs, but when they instructed Clarke and Bellamy to be the first to view them, the videos adopted a more specific purpose. To me, the video logs are Marper's equivalent of Clarke's radio calls. Not love letters from one lover to another. More of a passing of the torch, a guide, from an older, more experienced couple to a younger couple beginning their life together. I believe Marper made their video logs of their life and family to prove to Bellamy and Clarke that love can thrive and a family can grow. "Let's show them how to live." And it's Marper essentially showing Bellarke that if two people love each other and they're determined to have a life together, it will manifest. Reading between the lines, Monty's monologue deftly insinuates his hope for Bellamy and Clarke to be blessed with a life similar to his and Harper's.

In a move more intimate than anything we've previously seen, Bellamy puts his arm around Clarke, easily pulling her into his side with not a hint of resistance from her, as they look out into their bright future ahead, lit by the binary stars symbolizing them.

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Season 6 is just as structured.

The love triangle is on full display in the first half. Clarke and Bellamy tip-toeing around each other under Echo's eagle-eyed observation, cluing her in that there's suspiciously more to her boyfriend and his co-leader's seemingly innocuous dynamic. Bellamy cautiously testing the waters to gauge Clarke's feelings for him. Clarke scurring away because Bellamy has unknowingly communicated to her that he's happy with Echo. Bellamy wistfully watching Clarke dance with Doctor Cillian, taking his frustrations out on Echo. Bellamy resolving to make it work with Echo when he wrongly interprets Clarke's dalliance as confirmation of her disinterest in him. Linking Bellamy's resolve to Clarke getting body-snatched, communicating to the audience how he won't be able to wrest his heart away from Clarke.

Bellamy's anger and grief over losing Clarke, viewed partially by Echo. His immense relief to learn she's alive. His determination to rescue her.

After "Go save Clarke!" separates Bellarke from Echo, the narrative notably shifts. We move from the triangle to the split story arcs of a very romantic Bellarke and an independent Echo, with her character development prominently front and center.

Josephine pokes at Bellamy's love for Clarke. He is exponentially desperate to save her the more the ticking clock counts down. He refuses to be deterred by Gabriel and Octavia's hopelessness. He will beat Clarke's heart for her long enough for her to kill that narcissistic brat. His sanity hangs in the balance, waiting for confirmation that Clarke is alive. It's her. It's his Clarke, and a loving embrace ensues. Her nestled in his arms where she belongs, her face in the crook of his neck, lips on his skin, words of affirmation whispered, tears dotting his eyes.

We know they were slated to finally put to voice all the romantic tension that's been brewing between them for seasons. "You called me on the radio every day for six years, and you left me to die in the fighting pit." I would bet a small sum of money that this line from the trailer was dialogue from the scrapped tent scene.

In another part of Sanctum, Echo's on her own, and we finally get insight into her past, into the core of who she is and what morphed her into the person she is. Insight undaunted and uncovered by needing to keep the flames fanning for Becho.

The scripts bring Becho back into the narrative with a distinct alteration. Post-Bellamy's departure from Sanctum, nothing overtly romantic occurs between him and Echo anymore for the rest of the season. It's replaced by a familial bond.

Bellarke's reunions have historically served as an adjunct tool in aiding their co-leaders/friends-to-lovers slowburn arc. Every reunion from 2x05 to 6x13 gradually increases their visual intimacy in increments. Conversely, Becho's reunions also tell a story on the flip side. They start out visually romantic in 5x05, when Bellamy and Echo are so relieved to see each other unharmed that they engage in PDA in front of an unsuspecting Octavia and Clarke. The next time they reunite, it's later on in season 5, and while Bellamy acknowledges Echo in the rover with a hand on her arm, only Echo dons an expression of love as she meets his eyes. Bellamy is very somber. Bellamy hugs Echo in season 6, and it's completely related to his grief over Clarke. True to form, Bellamy really only engages with a woman when he's separated from Clarke. This Becho hug upholds the pattern. And when they reunite at Sanctum, romance is absent between them altogether. It's already revealing that the narrative places Clarke and Echo in the same predicament at points in the season that nearly overlap. Right after Bellamy succeeds in his harrowing rescue mission for Clarke, Echo finds herself facing the same life-threatening ordeal where she almost becomes a vessel for a Prime. Murphy informs Bellamy of this, and nowhere does he display the level of concern, anger, desperation, grief, or any emotion that he did for Clarke. He's happy to know she's ok, and cares about her welfare as he hugs her in greeting, but absent is the overwhelming flood of relief he felt to know his Clarke came back to him. Becho is not the story of how lovers endure the apocalypse; they represent a tale of how love collapses, and their reunions are a reflection of that theme. There's more emotion as Bellamy hesitantly glances over at Clarke, who's clearly experiencing a stab of jealousy at their embrace.

Bellamy and Echo work together well to help save the day, as family does. When Echo offers to help him escort Octavia to the anomaly stone and the best Bellamy can offer is a tap to her arm, to me, it represents Becho in what was supposed to be its final form--exclusively familial. Particularly as he leaves her behind, forgotten, for a sunlit, soothing embrace with Clarke, where their silhouettes are filmed to look like a kiss.

I really do believe that 6x08 was the intended transition point where the triangle wrapped up, and Bellarke was in active development. As I said, there's no way the writers (pre-season 7, when the story was being told sincerely) would sabotage their main ship with an act of infidelity.

I think Jason made the same mistake in s6 as he did in s5. Leaving in every other part of the story structure--exposition, rising action, falling action, and resolution, except the climax (literally) of the romantic Bellarke storyline.

tl;dr I am so very sorry that I hijacked your post to drop an unhinged thesis paper lol. I have spent a disproportionate length of time theorizing about potential deleted confirmation scenes for Bellarke. Whenever I read the words about the topic, it activates a sleeper agent mode in me lmaooooo anyways gonna go hibernate 🏃‍♀️

it's still so fascinating to me that bellarke was supposed to happen in 6x10/6x11, bob was informed of this, but then he received the script and it didn't happen. that's just so sketch. truly what was going on behind the scenes. it's just so WEIRD the more you think about it. also makes me wonder if that was the first time that had happened. i mean, we already know that there were changes to the 1x08 script to get rid of the line where bellamy asks clarke to run away with him, so i don't think it's that far outside the realm of possibility to think that there were other romantic lines/scenes that were cut throughout the series. i honestly think every season they probably toyed with the idea of them happening, wrote a first kiss or a confession or maybe an almost kiss, decided against it and thought hey actually let's push this to next season, drag it out a little longer.

[inhuman-obey-me]

Can I ask for Lucifer and #20? Also congrats on hitting 100k likes!!! You guys deserve all the best things 💗 💓 💖 💛

Thank you so much!! 🥹❤️

Lucifer + 20 | "Infectious" - Imminence

"He's gotten into your head, Lucifer. Remember, he's a demon. They can't be trusted."

"But Father—"

"Silence. I won't hear anymore of it. Humor them if you must, but I will entertain this drivel no longer."

Perhaps Father was right, that all of this talk from the Demon Prince was merely idealistic nonsense, a way to manipulate the Celestial Realm into lowering their guard. What demon would want peace unless there was something deviously beneficial in it for them? And surely, if peace could be achieved, Father would have been the first to propose such an audacious and praiseworthy plan.

And yet, Lucifer finds himself in the Devildom once again, sitting across from the very demon he has been told explicitly not to trust above all others. Golden eyes beam at him, and he cannot help but compare them to the glow of an angel's halo. Ridiculous.

"Lucifer! It is so good to see you again. You remain as beautiful and radiant as ever. How fare's the Celestial Realm these days? Your brothers?"

"I'm only here for diplomacy's sake. Do not think I am here to be friends." Lucifer asserts as he inspects the tea served to him. "…And the Celestial Realm is doing as well as ever, same goes for my brothers."

"Of course." Diavolo gives him a polite, knowing smile. "Good to hear. Well then, shall we get started? I have so much I would like to discuss and share with you today."

It's strange how as the minutes pass, Lucifer finds himself slipping into a sense of comfort. He is an angel in enemy territory, but no matter how hard he tried to pick apart every word and action of the demon before him, he could not find deception or harmful intent. He had secretly come to enjoy these meetings, with Diavolo providing more pleasant company than even some of his fellow angels. More pleasant than Father.

He's gotten into your head.

"Diavolo." Lucifer abruptly interrupts. "What is truly your goal here?"

"Have I not made that quite clear?" Diavolo tilts his head ever-so-slightly. "Peace, for all Three Realms."

"And what do you gain from this?" He's desperate to find a flaw, a hidden truth. "What could the demons possibly gain from all of this, other than peace? It's not like you can be trusted."

"Ah, here again, are we?" Diavolo sighs, but there is no anger or frustration. "As hard as it might be for you to believe, I care about my people. I want to protect them, build a better future for them. They cannot have that if we continue the bloodshed as we have for centuries past. Peace benefits us all." The demon leans forward, his gaze inquisitive. "Is that not what you want? Considering how often you've visited, I assumed you felt the same."

"…I do." Lucifer clears his throat. "As hospitable as you've been, you cannot blame me for my doubts."

"Your doubts are understandable. Demons do not trust angels anymore than the angels trust demons. This plan for peace will take a lot of work and some willingness to cooperate, on all sides, but I believe it can be achieved one day." Diavolo smiles, and Lucifer knows it is sincere. "And I think, despite your hostility, you believe it too."

He did. He wanted to believe in it more than anything. He recalls what he thought on that first meeting with the prince — who here was the demon, and who was the angel? It was the beginning of it all, the first crack in the wall that the Celestial Realm and Father had so dutifully built over millennia. But why was it that every time he tried to convince Father that working towards peace was a worthwhile goal, he was silenced?

There's a tightness in Lucifer's chest, and he realizes that one of his worst fears was coming true.

His doubts were no longer in the Demon Prince and his goals — they were in Father and His.

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1. 650 notes - Nov 28 2024

Did some very cursory research, and it turns out having mental health issues on your record can seriously complicate...

I'm thrilled this is my top post. First of all, it was very funny to ruin everyone's day on Thanksgiving. But mostly I think it was a useful and important topic to introduce to the fandom ecosystem, especially after some back-and-forth with the venerable @bekolxeram.

2. 495 notes - Jun 27 2024

Picture, if you will, Buck and Tommy's pre-teen daughter sitting Tommy down and asking how he knew he was gay. And he takes a...

I love this post, but it did age badly 😕 Buck's answer is going to be complicated after all.

3. 466 notes - Aug 26 2024

sharing my vision of chimney dragging tommy into a comedy b plot and rambling to him at 6 in the morning until tommy says...

I was surprised this did so well, but the people crave Chim & Tommy.

4. 437 notes - Aug 13 2024

when I'm feeling down, I like to imagine early s8 Tommy calling Buck and saying, listen, I know it's your night with Eddie, but...

Man, remember over the summer when people thought Eddie would have a serious mental health struggle, and Buck (and Tommy) would be supporting him, and Buck & Eddie & Tommy would have to renegotiate their dynamic? I miss that.

5. 394 notes - May 7 2024

One of my favorite things about 7x06 Bucktommy is that at no point are they trying to impress each other. Buck at the bachelor...

Earliest post on the list. Solid meta, but the most notable part is the footnote from someone blissfully unaware of Henleygate.

6. 388 notes - Sep 16 2024

tommy with a nonstop eight-minute rant about last night's baseball game while he's getting ready in the morning, mostly yelled...

I love this 😭

7. 380 notes - Aug 29 2024

"Hi!" Buck calls out when he hears the door open from where he's sprawled sideways on Tommy's couch, engrossed in a book on the...

This was supposed to be a little thing, but it got a bit longer than I expected, so I ended up posting it on AO3 - my first official fic since November 2020 🥰 Part of a genre, but as far as I know no one had done it with a couch.

8. 342 notes - Jun 4 2024

i just want to see eddie treating a severely injured buck while tommy struggles to keep him conscious and following...

Love this post + equally love these additions from @dadvans and @zeraparker (the end of the second one haunts me).

9. 322 notes - May 17 2024

oh my god he's walking on his knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting

The only non-Bucktommy post on the list (it's Bobby in Step Nine). Post "Wild Geese" during a commercial break = easy website.

10. 288 notes - Nov 28 2024

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Day 1 of 118 Daily Drabble, and my most popular because it turned into a spontaneous collaboration with @peppermintquartz. I was SO excited to write back and forth and see people get invested; nothing like that had ever happened to me! I also liked getting the notifications (despite writing significantly less lol 🤭 hey, there were no rules). The original drabble is sad, but after five installments we got to a happy ending.

tagging @espressotonicc @jamieroyjamieroy @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @bucksdaffy @tommykinard217 and the people tagged above

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Command Me

Feyd Rautha X Plus Size! Y/N - drabble/series - Part 3 - 1.3K WC

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (you are here)

Part 4 NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: wedding, fluff, smidge of fear, starting to become the lovers part of enemies to lovers, shorter piece next one will be longer or at least have smut lol

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Irulan adjusted your veil slightly, “You are a beautiful bride.” She said soft but sweet. 

You gave her hand a soft squeeze, “Are you sure you can’t stay on Giedi Prime with me?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

Her smile held sadness, “I wish I could, sister. Your happiness is my happiness, but I must return to Kaitain.” 

You dropped your head, knowing she must depart soon after the ceremony. It was a miracle she was here in the first place, she had begged her father the God Emperor and the Reverend Mother for ages before they relented.

She held your veil before walking backwards, adjusting it to flow perfectly behind you. As soon as you heard the music you took a breath, walking stoically into the Great Hall. Thousands of Harkonnen sat in the auditorium, looking down at you from the various balconies. You kept your eyes on Feyd who was wearing formal attire. All black, making him look quite handsome. You knelt to the Baron and Reverend Mother. The whole ceremony went by but you couldn’t hear a word. All you could say to yourself was the Bene Gesserit mantra to bring you some comfort.

        I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

You could feel the Reverend Mother listening to your mind. She felt no empathy for you, if anything she found you weak. It’s a marriage, how scary could it be? She didn’t know Feyd. Neither did you really. But he had a reputation and so far he was living up to it.

You were snapped out of your trance when you felt Feyd’s hand wrap around your throat, bringing your face to his so he could kiss you. His grip was firm but not painful. You bowed to your new husband before being escorted by several servants back to your shared quarters. 

“You are all dismissed.” You told them all as they moved to undress you.

“But Na-Baroness we must undress you for the ceremony.” One said timidly, not daring to look at you. 

“Ceremony?” You questioned.

“The… consummation ceremony your highness.” She said,

“Get out.” You said to them all. Nobody made a move, you could tell they had their orders. However, you were Na-Baroness. You had plenty of power.

“GET OUT ALL OF YOU.” You said, using the Voice. 

All the maids quickly scurried out of the room, Feyd entering as the last one exited.

“You never told me there was a consumation ceremony.” You said crossing your arms over your chest. 

“It is tradition.” Feyd said. He could see the anxiety you held, a slight tremble in your hands. The fierce Y/N, afraid of sex. Or was it fear of him?

“Is there no way around it? Out of it?” You asked, you tried not to tremble but it was impossible to hold still.

Feyd’s face held sympathy for you, “You’re afraid?” He said.

You looked at him, he wasn’t mocking, he was being genuinely curious. “It is the most vulnerable thing a person can do and I have to do it with a stranger and people watching me.” 

Feyd felt for you, something he never thought he’d be doing. “It will be quick.” He said, trying to be reassuring.

You moved closer to him, somehow finding comfort in him. “Will there be pain?” You asked.

“Yes. But just the first few times, it will resolve after that.” He said. He didn’t want to scare you but he also wasn’t going to lie to you. 

You looked like you were going to throw up. You sat on the edge of the bed, trying to mentally prepare. 

“I have an idea…” he mumbled, moving towards you quickly knowing there were mere minutes before the ceremony was to begin and others were to fill your bed chamber. 

You trusted him at this moment, you had to. Feyd lifted you with ease, tossing you back slightly in the bed. You let out a shriek, worried your trust was misplaced and he was about to do something horrible.

“Trust me…” he whispered.

You looked into his eyes, they looked as sincere as you had ever seen them. You nodded slowly, your eyes wandering to the door. 

Feyd undid your dress as quickly as possible, leaving you in your simple shift, hardly covering anything. “I need you to shift.” he said, taking off his ceremonial armour. 

“Into what?” you asked with confusion.

“Yourself. Cover yourself with bruises, cuts, anything to make you look like you were broken in… hard.” he said.

You did as he said, your mind reeling. 

Feyd tossed a sheet over you haphazardly before your illusion took hold, your shift disappearing and your body looking ravaged.

The chamber door slid open as Feyd stood, looking as if he was putting his pants back on. You kept your breathing shallow but made sure it sounded labored, like you were in pain. The Baron, Reverend Mother, and other nobles from the court poured in. 

“Feyd you animal, couldn’t wait could you?” the Baron laughed as he hovered closer, looking at the welts and handprint bruises littering your skin. 

“Did she bleed?” Reverend Mother asked as she lifted the sheet, seeing blood smeared on your inner thigh.

“I told you, my nephew the brute! He defies tradition just to devastate his new wife.” the Baron said as he clapped a hand on Feyd’s shoulder proudly. 

The Reverend Mother read your thoughts, all you focused on was pain. “Her duty was performed,” she said, finally moving her eyes to Feyd, “And will continue to be performed.”

Feyd dropped his head in acknowledgment of everyone in the room as they left. The silence in the room was deafening for a still moment before he made his way over to you. “Y/N?” 

You kept your breathing labored, a painful wheeze escaping your lips before you jumped towards him slightly, “Ah!” you said, laughing slightly.

Feyd’s eyes widened but he didn’t move. Your illusion faded away and tension he didn’t know he was holding in his body at the sight of your mock injuries faded as well. You wrapped your arms around Feyd’s shoulders which shocked him, he didn’t move completely stunned at your action.

“Thank you…” you said sincerely. 

Feyd slowly moved to wrap his arms around you. After a moment you broke away from him, he stared into your eyes for a while yet you were unable to fathom what he might be thinking. 

“My destiny…” he whispered before gently moving stray hairs away from your face. 

His touch on your skin felt… nice. And after his quick thinking, sparing you from humiliation, from something you weren’t ready to do yet - a kind touch was much appreciated. Your noses nudged each other as your breaths intermingled. You wanted to hate him, why was it becoming more difficult to do so with each passing day? You allowed your eyes to flutter closed, to feel him in the smallest ways you could without getting too close. 

Feyd brushed his lips against yours, when you didn’t pull away he pressed his to yours completely. It wasn’t rough or crushing. It was as if he was testing the waters. And you found yourself cradling his face, wanting to keep him near. You let your hands cascade over his broad shoulders and naked chest before he abruptly broke away from you.

“We should sleep.” he breathed out, yet his eyes wandered over your hardly clad body. Oh how he wanted you. But he couldn’t, not like this. He gently pushed your shoulders down so you could lay down. Your eyes never left him as he moved throughout the room. “Goodnight.” he said before disappearing into the bathroom.

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Naboo's Note:

SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG - life has been living lol will try harder to update this one a tad more frequently. XOXOXOXO!!!!!!

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