#one day you wake up and realize instead of fear or anger there is just Indifference. and it is utterly wonderful

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INVISIBLE STRING

Robb Stark x fem!reader || 17+ 

Summary: But somehow, you’d always felt yourself drawn to Robb the most. Almost as if there was an invisible string tying the two of you together. || Or: You, Robb and some unexpected nighttime confessions … 

masterlist || w.c.: 4.2.k (oops?!)

tropes/content: friends to lovers, angst!! & fluff, Robb being a bit of a daft idiot (it’s a canon event in this fic), bantering & teasing; Robb and reader both having a little bit of a flair for the dramatic; some spice at the end (nothing too graphic though, just a good-ol’ make-out session)

AN: When I started writing this, I was expecting it to go completely different. Initially, I’d planned this to be quite smutty, with just a sweet little love confession beforehand. But whilst writing, I realized that there were so many different emotions that were preoccupying both Robb and Reader that going the full-on smut route didn’t feel entirely fitting for this fic. But don’t worry, I’ve got quite a lot of other fic ideas for Robb Stark! Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading this one just as much as I did writing it :) 

When you wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. 

Empty. 

The bedsheets are still neatly arranged - unused. 

Immediately, you’re wide awake, shaking off that dizzy, disoriented state your mind always is in the first few seconds upon waking. There’s nothing hazy or disoriented about your thoughts now though, instead there’s only this cold, bitter fear clawing at you as you hastily sit up, quickly adjusting your nightgown before getting out of bed. 

Goosebumps immediately break out on your skin, because even though your nightgown has wide, long sleeves, the fabric is quite thin, due to the thick, incredibly warm furs you - and your best friend - always sleep under. Stepping into your slippers, you shiver, drawing the thin fabric of your nightgown tighter around yourself, but you don’t stop to pick up the shift you usually wear over your nightgown. 

Instead, you step around the curtains separating your bed from the rest of the tent. Your heart grows heavier when you take in the rest of the tent - cold and untouched. 

Robb isn’t here. 

Trying to ignore the sinking feeling of dread in your stomach - this isn’t the first time this has happened, in fact, it’s already happened twice this week -, you walk towards the entrance of your tent, picking up one of the lanterns illuminating the tent and trying to think of where Robb could possibly be this time. 

Hopefully he isn’t talking to the Kingslayer again, you think. But no, this already happened two days ago. Surely the Kingslayer can’t have wormed his way that much into Robb’s mind already, can he? But then again, this is the Kingslayer. 

You shudder, not just from the bitter, cold night air hitting your skin as you step out of your tent, but also recalling that moment two nights ago, when you found Robb talking to the Kingslayer. 

While your best friend had seemed less than happy at your arrival, a smirk had spread across Jaime Lannister’s face. 

„Finally“, he’d said, totally unbothered by the glare on Robb’s face. „A pretty face I can put to the girl that’s clouding the young Starkling’s thoughts.“ 

„Don’t talk to her!“, Robb had growled, and you’re just as startled by recalling the anger and intensity in his voice as you’d been in the moment. 

Later, when you’d made it back into your tent - back under the thick fur covers and back into Robb’s uncertain, tentative embrace - you’d asked him what the Kingslayer had meant by his words.

Though you couldn’t see it, as your back was pressed to Robb’s chest - one of his large hands splayed rather possessively across your stomach, the grip of his other hand on your waist tightening upon your words - you could practically feel him scowling. 

„Nothing - he’s just trying to get into your head as well.“ 

And that had been that - at least for Robb. 

You, on the other hand, hadn’t been able to go back to sleep that night.

Suddenly, sleep had seemed impossible, with your best friend - though was that even the right term to adequately describe the relationship between you and Robb? - right behind you, his hands on your hip and stomach, his warm, even breaths tickling your skin. 

So close. 

Robb was so close to you - he has been, for some time now. 

Even closer than what you’re used to with him.  

Growing up at Winterfell together, you’ve always been close to each other. Thick as thieves, as your mother, Lady Catelyn’s maid, always says fondly. With Robb being just a few months older than you, it had seemed only natural to spend as much of your time as possible with the oldest of the Stark children. 

Growing up, you’d done almost everything together. You, Robb and his half brother Jon. As little children, you’d played in the woods surrounding Winterfell, using little wooden swords to learn how to fight with a sword. You’d ignored your mother’s words that it wasn’t becoming of a young girl to spend all her time running around with boys, like a little wildling - just like Robb ignored his brother’s and Theon’s teasing remark when you tried showing him how to knit. 

With Robb, it had always been easy to just completely forget the rest of the world and get absorbed in this little universe you two had carved out for yourself. One where it didn’t matter that his brothers and Theon were teasing him relentlessly that he was spending so much time with you, a girl. One that was neither his sister nor taken in by the Stark family, so really, there was no reason - at least in Jon’s and Theon’s minds - for Robb to spend so much time with someone that wasn’t family. 

When you got older, a new undertone found its way into their comments, like when you’d danced with Robb during the festivities for his fourteenth name day or when he’d turned red like a ripe tomato upon seeing you in your newest dress that you’d gotten as a gift from your mother for your fifteenth name day.

But these comments had never really bothered either of you too much and they certainly didn’t stop you from spending as much as possible of your time with Robb.

Of course, you’d also spent time with Sansa, Jon, Theon and then eventually Arya, Bran and Rickon, yet somehow, you’d always felt yourself drawn to Robb the most. Almost as if there was an invisible string tying the two of you together.

Precisely the words your mother used a few months ago, when you’d told her that you’d be accompanying Robb on his campaign to King’s Landing. 

„I know that there’s no point in arguing with you on this, not when dear Robb is involved“, she’d said, sighing, drawing you into an embrace. „But just know my dear child, that I will kill the young lord myself if he doesn’t bring you back home to me safely.“ 

And despite of the draining last few months behind you, the memory warms your heart and brings a smile to your lips. 

However, the warmth doesn’t last long. It’s gone, snuffed out like the flame of a candle, when you see how dark - and empty - Robb’s tent is. 

Fortunately for you, one of the guards stationed outside the tent - it had been you, alongside with Robb’s mother, Lady Catelyn, that had finally convinced him that as Lord of Winterfell and King in the North, he does need protection around himself at all times, and not just when he feels fitting - notices you. 

You know the guard quite well - in fact, he’s the one who’d pointed you to the Kingslayer’s cage two nights ago and accompanied you there. He’s young, only a few years older than you and Robb, friendly and quite overeager to prove himself. If you recall correctly, his name is Gerad. 

„He went into the nearby woods, my Lady“, Gerad now informs you, worry and regret coloring his words. „Snuck out of his tent some time ago, and when me and Ben over there noticed him, insisted that we do not follow him. He took his direwolf with him, though.“ 

You frown, sighing. This sounds just like Robb. At least Grey Wind is with him, though the thought isn’t as reassuring as you’d like it to be.

„He especially insisted that we were not to inform you of his whereabouts my Lady, he didn’t want you to worry or go after him.“ 

You just shake your head. Now, this sounds even more like Robb.

„Of course he did“, you mutter, inwardly cursing your best friend and his stupid reckless tendencies. 

Not giving Gerad the chance to say anything else, you turn around, already walking away, ignoring the words he calls after you. 

„But - my Lady, it’s dark and - and I don’t think you should go alone into the woods at night…“ 

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, trying to fight off the chill of the cool night air, you quicken your pace. Gerad is right - it’s dark and seven hells knows what’s lurking inside of the woods, especially at night. 

But Robb needs you right now, and so, you swallow down your fear and tighten your grip on the lantern, as you walk into the woods. At least you had the foresight to grab the lantern, you think, as you stumble over a branch, cursing quietly when your nightgown gets caught in a root. 

You curse yourself for not throwing over your linen shift over your nightgown, because even though knowing your luck the shift would have probably got caught in a root as well, it at least would have offered you some protection against the bitterly cold night air. 

You’re freezing and your teeth have already started chattering, but just turning around and walking back to your warm tent and the thick, warm furs isn’t an option. Not when you still haven’t found Robb. 

Just then, the light of your lantern falls onto a familiar silhouette and in your hasty excitement to get to Robb, you stumble, almost tripping over a branch on the ground. The loud sound of the branch snapping echoes off into the night air, causing Robb - it really is him, thank the seven! - to turn around. Grey Wind is by his side in an instant and though you hear the threatening growl of the dire wolf, he immediately relaxes once he recognizes you.

When Robb sees you, his eyes widen in shock, and instantly, he’s at your side.

Worried, he calls out your name. „What - what are you doing here? Are you mad? You could’ve frozen to death! Here, take this!“ 

Ignoring your protest - secretly you’ve always thought that Robb had a bit of a flair for the dramatic, because, really while it might indeed be freezing, saying that you could’ve frozen to death is a bit of a stretch- he immediately takes off his thick fur coat and wraps it around you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and drawing you into his chest in the process. 

„I - I’m not - Robb, please, I’m fine!“ 

„Fine?“, Robb asks, raising his eyebrows, but he can’t entirely mask his evident concern for you, „you’re shivering, Princess.“ 

You’re so distracted by his sudden proximity that you don’t even protest the term of endearment that Robb often uses to tease you. 

Using your momentary distraction to his advantage, Robb continues to admonish you. „What are you even doing out here, all alone at night? Don’t you know how dangerous it is to be walking through the woods, all by yourself-“

„I was worried about you, you idiot!“, you interrupt him, softly hitting his chest, finally overcoming your confusion, even though his hands on your waist and shoulders and the intensity in his bright, blue eyes still very much distract you. 

„I - what?“ 

Robb sounds genuinely baffled at your words and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him. You love him, you really do, but sometimes he can be a bit - well, daft. 

Then, you freeze, going over your thoughts again. 

The realization hits you like an icy wind on a stormy winter night in Winterfell: you love him. 

At first, the thought doesn’t feel entirely new. You’ve always loved Robb, in some capacity.

But this - this is different. 

This isn’t the gentle, steady kinship you’ve felt for him all these years, this almost familial kind of love. 

This is much more akin to the way your heart was beating wildly in your chest that night a few years ago, when Robb asked you to dance with him on the festivities for his fourteenth name day. 

Or the way you felt your palms grow sweaty when Robb first saw you in your new dress for your fifteenth name day. 

Or the dizzy, breathless way you felt that one night last spring when Robb had gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, before leaning down towards you, his eyes unable to hold your gaze, instead flickering towards your lips - only for him to almost jump away from you when Jon had entered his chamber unannounced. 

And the look in Robb’s eyes right now is not unlike the one back then. So full of emotion and intense-

Just then, Robb softly mutters your name. „Hey, you still with me?“, he asks, his tone light and teasing, but you can see the concern for you in his eyes. 

You don’t answer his question. 

Instead, almost as if your mind and heart had just been waiting for you to finally realize your true feelings for Robb, it’s as if a heavy, constant weight on your chest has lifted from you and all the words you’ve held back these last few weeks - all this fear and worry that have been gnawing at you - finally fall from your lips. 

„What were you thinking, Robb?“, you say, voice colored with worry and frustration. 

Robb’s blue eyes widen in confusion at your sudden shift in mood, but you don’t give him any chance to interrupt you, ploughing on instead. 

„Probably nothing, right? You’re so … by the seven, you can be so - stupid sometimes, Robb!“ 

Robb frowns and he says your name in irritation, but you quickly interrupt him. 

„Do you know how dangerous it is for you to just go off, sneaking into the woods, alone, at night? You’re the King, Robb! Just think about what would’ve happened if it wasn’t me that had found you, but someone else instead, maybe even an assassin-“

Saying your name again, Robb interrupts you. „I have Grey Wind with me. And we have guards stationed all around the Camp-“

„Oh yes, those same guards that didn’t even notice the first few times you snuck away at night?“, you reply frostily, raising your eyebrows at him. 

„What - why are you making such a big deal out of this?“ Now Robb’s voice is colored in anger and frustration, but you don’t back down. 

„Because you’re my best friend and I-“

And I love you. 

The words are right there, right on the tip of your tongue, but maybe right now isn’t exactly the best moment to say them out loud for the first time. No, first you need to get it through Robb’s incredibly thick and stubborn skull that this isn’t Winterfell - this is war, and even though Robb’s first instinct will always be to protect everyone else first, he needs to take care of himself as well. 

And you want him to know that he can always rely on you, can always talk to you. 

Because even though Robb hasn’t really talked about it to you yet, you think that you have a good grasp on just what exactly it is that’s been bothering him so much lately. 

„ - and I worry about you! Do you think I haven’t noticed how distracted you’ve been lately, Robb?“ 

„I don’t - you don’t need to worry about-“, Robb starts to say, but you quickly interrupt him. 

„Yes. Yes, I do. And I think that by now you know me well enough to know that I will always worry about you, Robb.“ 

At this, Robb’s resolve finally breaks and he laughs sadly. 

„I’m always here for you, Robb“, you say, tone much more gentler than just a few seconds before. 

Robb sighs heavily. „I know, Princess, I know. I didn’t want to - this must be hard enough for you as it is and I don’t want you to carry this burden as well, I don’t want you to worry so much about me-“ 

„And so you thought it better to just sneak off alone at night?“, you reply, irritated. „You thought that wouldn’t worry me?“ 

At this, Robb looks at you rather sheepishly. „I hoped that you wouldn’t notice.“ 

When you inhale sharply, he immediately rushes on. „It’s just - it’s all so - it’s so much, all the time … and I just - I need - I need some time to think, to be alone, to just breathe and- I don’t know, everyone always expects so much of me and I know that I must sound like an ungrateful, whiny coward right now, but I don’t - I never asked for this - this responsibility. Not under these circumstances, I - I just want to avenge my father and to save my sisters and most of the time I feel like I don’t even know what I’m doing … I don’t - these people, they all call me their king, but I just - I-“

He breaks off, biting his lips in frustration and angrily shaking his head. „It’s stupid, I know. Which is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you any of this.“ 

„No, it’s not stupid“, you say softly, gently brushing one of his auburn curls out of his face. „None of it is.“ 

„But-“, Robb starts to protest, but you shake your head at him. 

„It’s not, Robb. These times are hard for all of us, but especially for you. You’ve been thrust into this role without warning, under horrible circumstances. And for that I’d say that you’re handling things extremely well - the only thing I think you should change is talking to your best friend more often.“ 

Robb grins. „Oh, really?“ 

„Really.“ 

„Oh, and why is that?“ 

Robb’s blue eyes are alight with amusement and you can’t help but grin back at him. 

Later, you’ll talk to him again, about all of this. It’s too much, too important to just leave it at that, but right now, both of you need a warmer, brighter moment. 

„Because you need to talk to someone. And because it’s incredibly stupid of you to just sneak off like that, alone at night.“ 

Robb’s grin widens. „Well, if you promise to stop calling me stupid so frequently, then maybe I’ll think about it.“ 

You laugh. „I’m sorry, but it’s true! I love you, Robb, but sometimes you can really be a bit of an idiot-“

Your eyes widen in shock. 

Already, you can feel your cheeks burning up. 

You said it. 

You actually said it, out loud. Just like that, without even thinking about it. Oh, by the seven, how could you be so incredibly - well, stupid? 

Robb’s silence and the stunned look on his face isn’t helping, either. 

„I didn’t - I didn’t mean it like - I just - I“, you stammer awkwardly, trying to hide your face behind your hands. 

But then Robb’s hands are there, gently cupping your cheeks, and before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, he leans down towards you and softly presses his lips against yours. 

For a moment, you’re too stunned, too shocked to react. 

Then, you register what’s happening: Robb is kissing you. He heard your confession and didn’t turn away from you. 

A soft, surprised noise escapes you, and just when you feel Robb starting to pull away from you, you throw your hands around his neck, reciprocating the kiss with so much force that Robb stumbles, caught off guard. 

Chuckling, he breaks the kiss. „Someone’s eager“, he says, grinning down at you. 

Your cheeks start to burn even more, and you roll your eyes at Robb. „You’re so stupid.“ 

„Didn’t you promise to stop calling me that?“, Robb asks, while gently brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. 

„Promise?“, you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. „I don’t recall promising you anything-“ 

„Well, maybe you just need a reminder“, Robb murmurs, before his lips claim yours in a hungry kiss. 

And if Robb’s idea of a reminder to stop calling him stupid consists of him kissing you senseless, so that every coherent thought in your head is washed away, then he very much succeeds with it. His lips move against yours and just when you can feel his tongue prodding at your lower lip, one of his hands trails down from your cheek, moving over your collarbone, your chest - here, your breath actually hitches and you swear that you can feel Robb grinning into the kiss -, your sides, until it settles on your waist. 

Overwhelmed, you move your hands up from his neck, tangling them in his auburn curls, trying to ground yourself against the onslaught of different sensations. 

Robb’s tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. 

His hand on your waist, his grip on you so certain and dominant that you don’t even care that he’s most likely going to leave bruises on your skin. 

His other hand still assuredly cupping your face, his calloused fingertips softly moving over your skin. 

Your heart, beating frantically in your chest. 

There’s still a certain sense of wonderment within you, a small part of yourself that keeps asking whether this is actually happening. Because Robb kissing you senseless is all of your wildest dreams come true, and then some. 

But almost as if in reply to your thoughts, Robb uses the hand that’s settled on your waist to draw you in even closer, until you’re pushed right against his chest and now, there’s really no space left between you two. 

Even through the thick fur coat you’re still wearing you can feel the hardened planes of Robb’s chest, and something else, something harder straining against his breeches. 

A soft, surprised noise escapes you. 

Just then, you shift, trying to move one of your hands up higher, but then you accidentally grind yourself against Robb in the process. The chocked off moan that leaves Robb as a reaction leaves you feeling dizzy and breathless - and wanting to repeat that exact same movement in order to elicit that delicious noise from Robb again. 

Feeling bold and brazen, you press yourself even closer against Robb, but just then, Robb’s grip on your waist tightens, keeping you in place. 

Breathlessly, Robb breaks the kiss, looking at you with such an intense fire in his eyes that is in stark contrast to his next words. „Not - not here. I mean - I - maybe we should - go back … back to camp, back to our-your tent, I mean, I … “

You smile. 

His curls are a mess, his lips are red and swollen from kissing you and his cheeks are looking rather flushed and pink, but to you, he’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment. 

„You’re right“, you say, sounding just as breathless as Robb. Still smiling, you reach up to brush a few curls out of his face. 

For a moment, Robb closes his eyes, leaning into your soft, comforting touch. 

If it’s even possible, you feel your smile widening even more. 

Robb looks so beautiful. So peaceful and serene-

Then, suddenly, his hands on your waist are scooping you up into his arms, and carrying you in bridal style, he starts walking through the forest, Grey Wind following at his side, ignoring your protests. 

Hastily, you throw your arms around his neck for support. 

„Robb, just let me down, I can walk just fine!“, you huff, but once again, he ignores your protest. 

This continues all the while through the forest, and even once you’ve reached camp, he just smirks at your continued protest. Frustrated, you roll your eyes at him, even though you feel like you might die from embarrassment due to the curious looks the guards stationed around camp throw you two. 

„Finally!“, you say, sighing frustratedly and crossing your arms in front of your chest, after Robb entered your tent and finally let you go. 

Though your irritation doesn’t seem to phase Robb in the slightest - instead, he just grins. 

„Really“, you continue, shaking your head at him, „I could’ve managed fine on my own. No need for all that fuss.“ 

Sighing, Robb steps closer towards you, gently tugging a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

„Look, I’m sorry, it’s just - this night … it’s all so - gods, I’ve loved you for so long and to finally realize that you feel the same way - can you imagine what an incredible feeling that is?“ 

For a moment, you’re too stunned to say anything. 

Your eyes find Robb’s and when you see all his love and yearning for you reflected in them, your throat suddenly feels dry. 

Biting down hard on your lip, you uncross your arms from in front of your chest and reach for Robb’s free hand - the other is still tenderly cupping your face -, intertwining your fingers together.

You know exactly how Robb feels. After all, it seems that you two have been going through the exact same thoughts and emotions these last few weeks. 

„Robb“, you whisper, looking up at him. 

You both lean towards each other at the same time and your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss, so full of emotion that it’s threatening to overwhelm you even more. 

When he breaks the kiss, Robb leans his forehead against yours, smiling softly. 

„By the seven, you’re incredible. I love you - I love you so much, Princess.“ 

You press another chaste, soft kiss to his lips, still smiling so stupidly widely that normally, Robb would’ve already made a teasing remark. „And I love you, Robb.“ 

Robb laughs, the sound a bit shaky and uncertain, but still it warms your heart. „I fear that I’ll never get tired of hearing these words.“ 

You laugh. And then, because you can’t not say it: „Stupid“, you murmur lovingly under your breath. 

Robb laughs. „Yes - but you love me.“ 

And not giving you the chance to come up with a reply, he leans down to kiss you again. 

i really hope you liked reading this <3

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this father’s day, shoutout to my dad for leaving when i was 5. without him, i might have never have needed a coping mechanism and subsequently found g/t. considering how shitty he is, honestly not a bad trade off. thanks and good riddance, king.

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The Monster Hunter and the Hunted Monster

I thought of another universe I might wanna make content for. I know a lot of people already have this type of AU already but I can't resist making my own ;;-;;

Imagine Hiccup has been hunting Jack for ages. Jack has been one of the few creatures he's never been able to catch and that type of challenge is exhilarating. So he keeps trying to find him, luring him out with the threat of harm to his precious forest.

One day, for a reason or another, Pitch curses them both. They're both lost and trapped in a new and un familiar environment. Hiccup is overjoyed that he's finally able to catch Jack when they bump into each other but that feeling doesn't last long. They're both kind of terrified of where they are but won't show it to each other, instead letting it out as anger towards each other.

A few days into their banishment, Hiccup gets desperate. There's no animals to hunt, nothing to grow, he's starving and it doesn't seem like he's gonna get any food any time soon. So he goes to Jack and begs to know how he's not hungry. Jack replies with how he obviously doesn't get hungry because he's a spirit.

Hiccup breaks in front of him, he tells him how scared he is and how much he wants to go back home. Jack gets surprised, of all people, he would've never expected Hiccup to show this much vulnerability.

Jack feels the same as he does, he's scared and he wants to go home. And after settling down and making sure Hiccup isn't trying to trick him, he tells him so.

They talk about how much they love their home, about anything that comes to mind really. Until Hiccup has a fainting spell. Jack hurries to help him but has no idea how humans work anymore. He's been in his forest for so long.

When Hiccup wakes up, Jack asks him what happened. Hiccup reminds him how hungry he is and how little energy his body has. Jack hesitates before telling Hiccup how he has saved people lost in the forest in the same situation before but he's not gonna like how it's done.

Hiccup brushes it off, it can't be that bad right?

Jack presses his lips together in an awkward smile.

"Well- Not a lot of people get lost in the woods you know. And the children can see and hear me no problem. They follow the animals out of the forest. I've only done this twice and the first time I didn't even know I could do it so it wasn't super successful..."

"Just spit it out, if you can save me, do it. I want to go home after we get out of this shit hole."

Jack thought about telling him for a second but he doubted Hiccup would let him after hearing of the process.

"Ok, close your eyes then."

"Why?"

"It'll be easier for the both of us."

So Hiccup closed his eyes after giving Jack an eye roll. Jack took Hiccup's chin, opening his mouth slightly, braced himself and leaned in. As soon as their lips connected, Hiccup jumped in surprise and tried to push Jack away but couldn't find the strength in time before he realized what was happening.

This wasn't just a kiss, Jack's eyes glowed and his skin slowly lost the little colour it had left. He was transferring his energy to Hiccup. And Hiccup felt alive again. He leaned in slightly and enjoyed the feeling this gave him. Until he felt Jack's grasp on him weakened and he regained he train of thought again.

Jack took a second to snap out of the daze this put him in. Hiccup feared for a the worst for a second before Jack blinked a few times and his eyes went back to normal. He looked around for a second, almost looking as if he had no idea where he was. His eyes locked onto Hiccup and fear crept onto his expression. Hiccup felt him tense up in his arms. And then just like that, he took a breath for the first time since Hiccup closed his eyes and he looked normal again.

"For the Gods, if you told me this was gonna kill you I wouldn't have let you to do it!" Hiccup scolded.

"I didn't know it would do that. It never did in my forest." Jack looked off in the distance to ponder for a bit before what Hiccup said actually registered in his head. "Wait you're worried about me?"

"That's not the point."

"Yes it is!"

Jack gave Hiccup as teasing grin. Hiccup completely disconnected from the conversation and got up. Jack couldn't hold back, he kept teasing Hiccup as he tried to walk away.

"Well look who's feeling better." Hiccup tried to say it in a sarcastic tone but couldn't hold back a small smile.

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RAHHH PLEASE tell me if you wanna read more!! I will write more! And maybe I'll draw some better art of these gays.

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Older! Toji Headcanons x Fem Reader... Part 3!

Househusband! Toji! MDNI 🙄 slight nsfw at the verryyy end.

Househusband! Toji, who never imagined he'd be in the position he's in. He assumed that if he ever were to settle down, he'd want a more traditional route for his family. A pretty little wife, all done up, taking care of the babies and somehow always pregnant. However, that 1950s fantasy came crashing down on him one night after getting home from a particularly rough "assignment."

Househusband! Toji, who confessed to you about his less than ideal career choices after a hard night and three glasses of Jack Daniels on the rocks. Honestly, you were not at all surprised. However, you were not at all pleased either. You thought he was money laundering, not assassinating people. The creeping fear of losing him upset you much more than the gut-churning crimes themselves. The ordeal turned into a screaming fight, leaving him to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, he wakes up to you, standing over him, twisting the sizeable twelve carat diamond on your left ring finger. The ring that is connected to your heart.

"Jesus Christ, sweets. Trying to give me a fucking heart attack?" He grumbles, voice low with sleep.

"Quit your job. I'll take care of everything, you can stay at home. Just quit." You have no time for his sarcastic antics, blurting out a dismissive, unrelated response to his moody tone.

He laughs. You're standing over him with a pout dancing on your pretty lips... and he laughs?

"You know I can't do that. It's dangerous and... we need the money." He attempts to bribe you, bringing in the financial aspect of him being unemployed to distract you from your unshakeable request... well, demand.

"No. No, we don't. I just got that big promotion. You're quitting. I'm really not asking." The more stubborn he becomes, the more your dainty features are contorted with anger. He's genuinely amused at you putting your foot down. Don't get it twisted. You're no pushover... but you find it hard to stand your ground when Toji gives you that look.

"Uh-huh surrreeee. You really can't make me quit, princess." Really, he's just antagonizing you. He likes to push, likes seeing you roll your eyes in annoyance. Instead, your response is not as gratifying as it usually is. You simply shrug your shoulders, turning your back to him on your heels.

"It's me or the job, Fushiguro."

Fushiguro. Your shared last name dropped off your tongue with the same venom of a black mamba.

Playing dirty. Being cruel. Even a pinch manipulative. However, it scared him enough, his sly smile immediately dropping as you walked away.

Househusband! Toji, who was dead set on the fact that he could never be domesticated. Yet, life seems to always shock him as he realizes he's standing in the kitchen, hands on his wide hips, skimming through a cookbook, picking out what to make his beautiful wife for dinner.

Househusband! Toji, who basically runs up to you like a lost puppy when you get home, gathering your smaller frame up in his big arms.

"How was work, pretty? Missed you all day. Come, I made your favorite."

Househusband! Toji, who unironically wears the "Queen of the Kitchen" apron that you bought him as a gag, proudly hanging it up after a long day of preparing food and spiffing up the living room.

Househusband! Toji, who leaves on trashy reality TV reruns while he tends to the house, furthering his Kardashians obsession and getting him hooked on 'The Real Housewives of Beverley Hills'. When you come back from a particularly uneventful day, he resites the drama he overheard while vacuuming.

Househusband! Toji, who built and grew his own garden, stating that he wanted fresh vegetables to incorporate in his recipes.

"Nothing but the best for you, baby."

Househusband! Toji, who runs purely off of your praise. A kiss on the cheek when he welcomes you at the door, an adoring stare directed at his jerry-built garden bed, a hum of pleasure while digging into a new recipe. His favorite form of praise, however, is when you let him rest his head on your chest, kissing him and thanking him for all of his work around the house. It's nice to be appreciated.

Househusband! Toji, who can't shake the thought of bending you over and breeding you after you teased him about how good of a stay at home dad he'd be. Taking care of the family from inside of the house might not be as bad as he originally thought.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[forthechubbies]

Love Thy Husband

Kingpin's Son!San x Innocent yet spicy! Chubby! Wife

You arrived adorned in luxurious fabric bought with their bloody wealth. You are not just a gift, but a treasure...a plaything acquired for the pleasure of the rightful heir to the Choi dynasty.

Choi San.

II: Bring Me Home ♡ *New*

⚠️ Language, forced marriage, San is a good boy with bad habits, Yn conceals her face with a veil....and San is feral for your modest dressing style. No peep show for San 🙃⚠️

The purpose of a wedding photograph is to immortalize the beauty of that specific moment. Yet, when you stumble upon your own image, it triggers memories of your past yet your in laws so proudly display pictures all over their home. She was abducted by the man she now calls father to settle a overdue debt owed by her birth father.

You shed a tear, remembering your grim past.

As their son finally arrived at the mansion, he discovered his hidden surprise - a gift waiting for him. Despite the mysterious ivory veil that concealed her face, he agreed to accept her without hesitation. Little did he know, the veil was a humble plea from your father, who wished to shield his princess from the dark and dangerous world of the mafia.

The day unfolded before your eyes, obscured by the delicate ivory lace that draped over your face. Gripping the bouquet of baby's breath tightly, your heart pounded as the groom tenderly lifted the veil, allowing it to hover just above your trembling lips.

San's name escaped his lips in a hushed tone, barely audible against the backdrop of your rouge painted lips. Instead of forcefully pulling you towards him, he leaned in, delicately pressing his lips against yours. In the midst of this tender moment, he unintentionally crushed the bouquet.

The kiss, though seemingly pleasant, bore a resemblance to the innocence of toddlers exchanging affectionate pecks. He delicately pressed his lips against your flushed ones, refraining from any further advances. Despite his family now viewing you as his possession, San even restrained himself from touching you.

From that moment on, the vibrant world outside became a distant memory, The majority of your existence now revolves around the presence of your husband, consuming your every waking moment.. Who frankly you couldn't wrap your head around! One moment he’s stern and hostile the next, he’s a sweetheart gentlemen.

Speaking up the devil, There he is, Your phone icon alarmed you of husband’s incoming call. You rolled your eyes before answering. “Hello, San-"

"Omo..you sound like your about to die or worse." San complained under his breath. " You realize I'm your husband and not the grim reaper, yeah?" You could hear his blood simmering.

"Oh, you really had me fooled," you sarcastically remarked. Suddenly, you gasped, gripping your phone tightly, only to berate yourself for your own foolishness right away.

San’s brow involuntarily twitched, disturbed by the sass that escaped your cheeky lips. "What was that?... My dearest," he uttered with a tone that never ceases to send chills down your spine.

You carefully approached him, using his nickname in a soothing tone, "San..nie?" hoping to ease his anger. "My dear husband,” You’re cheeks reddening in embarrassment for actually fearing your husband’s wrath…some would say it should the other way around.

The phone went quiet briefly, only for your man to let out a chuckle that stirs up your fury, playing with you effortlessly. "Impressive, Sannie?.." He arches his eyebrows, making you squeal as he exhales his rugged accent over the line. "Sweetheart, I had no idea you could be this adorable." He taunts you in your mother language.

You are completely oblivious to the depths of your husband's affection for you. His love for you knows no bounds and shines brightly in every aspect of your life.

Especially your body....of what you allow him to see.

You feel safer when concealed from the sun, the man's wild gaze fixated on your delicate ankles and soft hands, pretending to be strong against his threats. You resist him so feebly, he longs to tear off your veil, granting you the illusion of courage to sass him, walk away mid-conversation, and disregard his presence as if he's not a menacing figure linked to the Atz, with his father just a phone call away from silencing your weak father permanently.

"I adore you, Mrs. Choi!!!" Wooyoung's voice echoed through the air, a mix of excitement and mischief. He sprinted towards San, seeking refuge behind him. "That asshole busted my lip," he growled, feeling the sting of his bloody lower lip. But despite the pain, he couldn't help but flash a mischievous smile at his friend, casually draping his arm over his shoulder. "So, how's the lovely wife doing?"

San sound shocked. “ How did you know I was-“

Wooyoung simply grins and nods. "You're adorable when you talk to her," he says with a mischievous smile, teasing his embarrassed friend.

The next thing you know you hear Wooyoung wince in pain, you assumed San hit him like usual followed by "Arghhh!!" Wooyoung biting him as a response.

"Don't fucking bite me, ya little bastard!" San's accent made you flinch, your Korean is far from perfect, and most of the time his words go unnoticed or you simply stare at his lips out of sheer cluelessness. But hey, it's not your fault. You were forcefully taken away from your family and thrown into this marriage with just weeks later.

"Ya! Who are you cursing at, cunt!?!” Wooyoung yelled in response, only to be met with a menacing voice hurling threats at them..

San's eyes gleamed with mischief as he glanced at the towering goon. "Hey, Woo, is this your buddy?" he asked, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Sorry, Honey, gotta go," he said, his voice dripping with allure as he abruptly ended the call. The unmistakable sound of San ruthlessly overpowering the goon echoed in the background.

Overwhelmed by the harsh truth, you found yourself standing in complete silence, consumed by the weight of this new reality.

[ashley-foster-13]

Hi! Me again, I just can't stop reading tmr headcanons. Can I request 'what would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho.' Thank you!

What would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho

- His s/o was not the type to throw themselves in danger

- however, when the berg showed on the horizon, they were one of the first people to put their hands on a rifle

- Thomas got there late, and there was no s/o in sight, so he figured they were safe

- until they sprang out of nowhere, trying to tackle Janson

- the nearby soldier knocked them out right away

- Thomas struggled against the two soldiers holding him down

- misplaced his shoulder in the process

- he yelled the name of his s/o so loudly he probably wouldn't be able to speak for a week

- a huge fight started, during it the kids, including his s/o were loaded in the berg and took off

- being reckless as he is, Thomas managed to keep Janson off board, beating the living hell out of him

- soldiers stopped him, but not before Ratman was half dead and bleeding

- Thomas didn't hide his tears

- was terrified Wicked would experiment on s/o, or kill, or God knows what else

- wouldn't stop thinking about how to save them

- would do anything to get them out alive

- would have dreams when he saves them and hugs and kisses them, wakes up with tears of happiness streaming down his cheecks only to realize it wasn't real and cry some more, but in fear and sadness

- after saving his s/o, Thomas is super overprotective of them

- like, every little thing, a paper cut or a bruise or a slightly different voice would make him run towards them, asking if they were okay

- eventually came back to normal

- but we all know he's soooooo caring and protective

- the moment he saw his s/o in Wicked's arms, his world stopped

- however, he got out of his stupor quickly, trying to run for you, but the soldier kicked his bad leg, causing him to fall

- when he finally managed to stand up, s/o was already gone

- he kept yelling curses at them, kept hitting those injured soldiers who were left there to die

- it helped nothing and he knew that

- honestly, he could've murdered someone if not for Minho, who held him in a tight hug until he calmed down

- his anger turned to an agony

- he was crying hard, because he was in terrible pain, physically and emotionally

- he vowed to get s/o back safe and sound

- would be the first to find them, as if he felt where they were

- didn't let go of their hand until they reached the Safe Haven

- both didn't go out of the hut for a couple of days, talking, crying and promising their love to each other

- when he barely escaped being captured by Wicked, he thought the victory was there

- little did he know they grabbed s/o instead

- s/o bravely fought the soldiers, but Minho couldn't see it

- and then his s/o stands on the berg, helplessness in their eyes as they take off

- and Minho just stands there, angry at Wicked, and furious with himself for being unable to help

- Newt and Thomas promise they'll find his s/o

- he became very grumpy after that, but also really really silent

- sometimes his bottled up feelings would unleash on everyone because of any little thing

- like a stupid question, or a fallen fork

- he wpuld be so eager to find his s/o he didn't even think when he stalked inside the Wicked headquarters fighting off every soldier like they were bugs

- he found s/o exhausted, hurt and bleeding

- but they were alive, that's all that mattered

- hugged them all the way back

- watched as the medics patched them up, controlling everything

- never leaving their side while rlthey recovered

[l1tw1ck]

The Monster on His Bed

bottom!ftm!prohero Katsuki x top!masc!villain!monster reader

reader is a void monster w multiple arms

☆ Word Count: 1,394 ☆

↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Size Difference, Fingering, Asphyxiation, Squirting, Nipple Play, Belly Bulge, Painful Sex, Mind Break, Mating Press, Biting/Marking, Creampie

It was a long day for Katsuki and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week. He thankfully got the weekend off and decided to spend his Friday night in bed. Unbeknownst to him, someone else decided to spend their Friday night in his bed too.

Katsuki wakes up to a weird sound. He looks around the room but he can't see anything, even with the moonlight it's hard to make anything out. He tries to go back to sleep but his wrists are suddenly restrained by what feels like a very cold hand. His eyes shoot wide open and he immediately attempts to use his quirk but to no avail. You’re completely unaffected. He looks up at his assailant, fear increasing as he realizes the criminal is just a pair of eyes. Or at least that's how it looks. The eyes are high up, so high that he's sure the owner of them is a giant.

No matter how many times he uses his quirk, nothing happens. His breathing turns irregular and he’s no longer able to stay calm. All his training goes down the drain. If he can't protect himself, what will happen?

Another pair of hands grab onto his legs and spread them apart. Katsuki’s rendered breathless as those hands rip his shorts off, his underwear following shortly after.

“Get off of me!” He yells, finally regaining the ability to speak. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

Another hand approaches his pussy, your large hand wraps around his small little t-dick and jerks it off. Katsuki squirms in your hold, whimpering as he tries to fight against the pleasure. Your eyes move down to stare into Katsuki’s and another hand reaches over to pry his mouth open, a long tongue slithering its way into the blond’s mouth before soft flesh presses against his lips. Neither of you close your eyes, he stares into yours with anger while you stare into his with lust. The kiss goes on for too long and he’s soon deprived of his oxygen, barely able to breathe as you kiss him with extreme aggression. He squirms around helplessly, his face changing in color. Katsuki’s eyes open even wider as he feels his orgasm approaching, face scrunching up as he orgasms. Your hand moves down to his hole, slowly adding in two fingers. The coldness of your hands contrasts the warmth of his pussy.

You finally pull away, giving Katsuki the ability to breathe again. He coughs and sputters in disgust, trying to get your taste out of his mouth.

“You- you bastard!” He spits where he assumes your face is, desperately moving his lower body in an attempt to get your fingers to move out of him but they don't. You keep fingering his sensitive hole despite his struggle.

Your tongue trails down from his lips, to his neck, and down his nipple. Katsuki’s eyes widen as you lick it, he can't help but feel pleasure from it. His nipples are sensitive after all. The hand that was previously on his lip moves down to pull and twist Katsuki’s neglected nipple while your tongue swirls around the other. His back arches as he bites his lip, lashes fluttering as he tries to withstand the intense amount of pleasure you’re giving him.

“Stop!” He begs, already about to come again. “You disg- disgusting fucking- ngh- creep!”

You keep going until he squirts, leaving him utterly exhausted and humiliated. How could he let himself orgasm by a stranger’s hand?

“Get out!” He shrieks. He regrets living in a secluded area, no one can hear him scream. Katsuki gets ignored and is instead greeted with a long, thick…rod? on his stomach. He doesn't know what it is, it’s too dark, but he knows it's hot and it's twitching. That gives him an idea, an idea he hopes isn’t true. He prays his guess is wrong. But it isn't. Of course it isn't.

The moment he feels the tip of that ‘rod’ press against his entrance is the moment true fear starts to wash over him. He could handle getting beat up or even killed but this? He’s scared. He hasn't been scared in so long, nor has he been tempted to cry. When was the last time he cried anyway? He feels his strong and confident persona crumble down into nothing as you force your cockhead inside his tight, previously untouched, pussy. Katsuki lets out an ear piercing cry but you remain unfazed, continuing your entrance inside him. Tears rapidly stream down his cheeks as you stretch him open to take you. It hurts, Katsuki sobs, repeating the words in his head over and over. He's never been in so much pain, his head is spinning.

You stop halfway, giving Katsuki a false sense of relief. He thinks that's all of you. Little does he know…

You place your hand on his bulging stomach and smile, he's so small compared to your cock. You slowly pull out before sliding inside just as slowly. Katsuki sobs harder. His head hurts from crying but he can't stop, it hurts too much. He’s already losing his mind from overstimulation and you dragging your cock in and out of his cunt is only making it worse.

You lean into his chest, mouth latching onto one of his nipples. Katsuki’s eyes roll back, whining as he starts to feel good. The combination of your mouth and your cock is driving him crazy, he hates that it feels good.

“Stop!” He yells again, trying to hold on to the small part of his brain that's still sane. “It hurts!” He squirms around, waving his legs around. “It fucking hurts you bastard!”

You pull away from his chest and dig your nails deep into his sides, earning a strained hiss of pain from the hero. You pull out of him almost all the way before forcing your entire length inside him with one swift thrust. Katsuki chokes out a gasp, eyes widening in shock as a jolt of pleasure runs through his body, causing him to squirt hard from the sudden attack. It hurts, a lot, but it feels good at the same time. Why does it feel good? Katsuki doesn't have enough time to dwell on the question thanks to your sudden thrusts.

“No! No!” He sobs as you fuck into his overly sensitive pussy. You're too big for him, he feels like he's being ripped apart. You're destroying him, physically and mentally. “Please stop!”

You smirk. You don't think you've ever heard him say please. You wrap your hand around his little dick, aggressively jerking him off and bringing him even more unwanted pleasure. He doesn’t want to feel good, he hates how good he feels. He hates how there's a part of his brain that wants more, that wants you to keep fucking him. With each aggressive thrust, the thin, metaphorical, thread that’s keeping him from falling apart starts to slip away. He starts to lose any and all sense that he previously had. His head feels fuzzy and his body feels amazing. A grin starts to grow on Katsuki’s face, pleasure overriding everything else. He stops holding back his moans and lets you hear his slutty voice in all its glory.

“Fuck!” Katsuki screams, arching his back and squirting on your cock. You position yourselves into a mating press, somehow reaching him even deeper than before. You bring him into a kiss and this time he's willing, letting you stick your tongue down his throat and practically devour him. He doesn't even protest as he starts to lose oxygen.

You eventually pull away and move down to his neck, lightly nibbling on his flesh before sinking your teeth into it. Katsuki lets out a loud moan, his eyes rolling back as you mark him as yours.

You lean into his ear and whisper. “Mine.”

The implications of that causes Katsuki to come again. Being yours means this won't be the last time you do this, just the thought of that sends electricity through his veins. Your thrusts start to lose momentum as you approach your orgasm, it does take much longer before you're dumping thick loads of cum inside him.

And with that, Katsuki is completely ruined. From now on, he won't be able to be with anyone but you.

[kix-mm]

A once cruel god. G/t short story 2/??

Pt 1 Pt 3

The human dared not look up at the god. Out of fear of seeing the expression on their face and knowing their dreadful fate. The human had just been sick all over the gods hand, the same god that ate their legs and arm, the same god that carved their name into the humans back and had the human almost die in some of the most gruesome ways, the very same monster that fell head over heels for this human...

"Amber... I'm..." Victor was speechless. This was by far the most horrid result he had witnessed. By his own doing, he had singlehandedly ruined their life. Their chance of having a well-deserved life of comfort and peace after all they had gone through. Instead, the human was barely clothed, starved, and shunned from human society. What seemed worse. The human seemed to prefer living on the streets than being found by the god ever again.

Victor would have been offended by this knowledge only a few years ago, but he knew better now. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. He had no chance of redemption, but the least he could do was offer something to make the human's life more comfortable.

"Amber... let me take you home, let me clean you, feed you, and give you a place to rest..." is what they wished they could say, but they already knew the answer would never be one he liked. So, instead, he did the most selfish thing he knew to do. Taking the human back home without letting them have a say in the matter, the human was hysterical, sobbing, thrashing, screaming till they lost their voice.

"Amber, Amber, it's okay, you're safe, see? It's home-" Amber threw a small rock in retaliation, one of the only things they managed to use as self defense, one of the only things they still were in possession of.

"Take me back! Take me back!! Take me back, you selfish beast! You monster!!" Amber screamed out of anger, but it was short-lived as they suddenly froze.

They watched the gods' expression shift from worry to offended, and suddenly everything went deafeningly quiet for what seemed like an eternity.

"Amber...?" Victor watched as the human completely froze and... Oh no, poor thing... it soiled itself... Victor watched in shock as the human just sat there and began sobbing once more. They felt both ashamed and scared.

Victor quickly took them to the bathroom and had a small bath run for Amber in the sink. Everything was going horribly. The human was a traumatized mess. The god was sinking into unimaginable guilt and was trying his best to care for Amber, all while trying his best not to begin crying for the sake of the human. This wasn't supposed to be how it was... it was supposed to be a good day, a happy day, but the god instead had a traumatic wake-up call to his passed. He was far worse than he realized.

"Amber, Amber, it's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry, I thought this would help... please stay still..." he spoke in his softest voice while cleaning and dressing them, this alone took over 2 and a half hours because of the deep infections in the himans wounds and how hysterical Amber was.

Amber had eventually exhausted themselves and passed out from shock. Any time something similar happened, their body's defense was just to completely shut down to ensure minimum trauma and survival.

Victor gently laid Amber into their very own bed and tucked them in before finally letting himself break down into tears and apologies. His heavy tears hit the marble floor, which made many human sevants rush over to clean the spillage. He made sure to be extra careful around the humans when moving and sat himself down on the edge of his bed. Amber's bed was right on his nightstand, so he could keep a good eye on them just in case they woke up in a panic... although... maybe seeing the very god that ruined your life trying to comfort you wasn't ideal...

Victor let out a deep sigh, watching Amber sleep looked painful. They would flinch and shiver, whimpering every now and then while their cheeks were stained with tears, at least they were clean, and they had clean clothes on, a warm bed, and... they were safe, for once...

Victor gently rubbed the humans head, their hair had grown over the years, and had been messily cut in an attempt to keep it short. Probably to ensure nobody could grab them by it like he used to... and their face was still so precious, despite the unflattering marks. He wondered if they did it themselves or if someone did it as a favor. There was no doubt that Amber would have thanked the stranger...

[hard-core-super-star]

come back home (i'm afraid of disappearing) [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x reader

summary: kate comes home after a rough night out patrolling the city to find you waiting for her. despite the argument the two of you had earlier in the day, you do everything in your power to comfort your girlfriend.

warnings: mentions of an argument; small injuries [cuts and bruises]; hurt/comfort; weird metaphors; kate being a cute dork who is trying her best [and failing a little]

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: kate bishop deserves all the hugs in the world. send tweet. title is a loose translation of a lyric from torna a casa by måneskin [apologies for the sudden ending, it's cute though?]

* * * * * * *

The sound of the front door slamming shut wakes you from your slumber. You wipe the sleep from your eyes as you wait to hear your girlfriend's footsteps coming into the living room.

A few minutes go by without any sign of her so you slowly get up from your spot on the couch, careful not to bother the golden retriever lounging next to you. Your steps are soft as you make your way toward the kitchen, assuming Kate stopped to get a drink of water before changing out of her Hawkeye suit.

You can't help but let out a small gasp once you finally find her leaning against the fridge, her suit battered and torn.

Her eyes snap open when she hears you and you can clearly see every ounce of fear she usually keeps hidden deep inside of herself on her features. “y/n? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” you answer softly. “Guess I'm the one who got the surprise, huh?”

The humor in your tone seems to go unnoticed by her and you watch as the dam behind her eyes breaks. Those usually vibrant eyes you love so much turn stormy in seconds and the tears start falling before either of you can say anything.

You're in front of her in a second, your arms reaching out to comfort her without a second thought. She crumbles in front of your eyes and the sight alone breaks your heart. The feeling intensifies, however, when you finally realize what she's mumbling into the crook of your neck.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

You’re not sure if she’s apologizing for your earlier argument or for whatever happened on her late-night patrol of the city. You don’t care, either way, your worry overpowering any sense of anger you might still hold after your fight.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Katie.” Your words are soft as you run a hand through her hair.

Her tears are cold against your skin and you want nothing more than to take her pain and place it inside yourself.

You don't know how much time passes, all you know is you hold her against you until her tears dry out and her sobs die down. She's still shaking but she pulls away from you and you already know what she's going to say before she opens her mouth.

“I mean it,” you rush out before she can get a word in. “You don't have to apologize. For anything.”

Whatever protests she had die on her tongue and you thank every force you can think of for that. You take her hand in yours and gently pull her toward the bedroom. A million questions swirl around in your mind but you force them away, choosing to focus on your girlfriend instead.

You lead her over to the bed and help her sit. “How bad is it?”

“I’m f-”

“Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, do not lie to me.”

Her eyes widen slightly, both from your tone and the fact that you just full-named her. She stares at you, the remnants of her tears shining against her skin. “It's not that bad…I've been through worse.”

You assume the words are supposed to be reassuring but her tone doesn't match. For the first time since you met her, she seems defeated. Like she's finally been crushed under the weight she carries on her shoulders every day.

You feel like you should say something but there are no words to describe what you're feeling so you settle your attention on the cuts scattered along her face. “You're bleeding.”

You attempt to move away from her to get the first-aid kit but she reaches out to grab your wrists. She pulls you close before you can get too far, looking up at you while you stand between her legs. “I don't care about that. I care about you…about us.”

“Kate...” Your voice is as soft as ever as you reach out to cup her face with your hands, your eyes searching for the familiar depths of her eyes. “Was this because of our argument?”

She gives you a small nod, a few new tears slipping down her face. “I just…I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

A part of you thinks you should be angry with her for being so reckless but you can’t be. Not when she’s looking at you with such pain, such vulnerability, in her features. You don’t know what she needs but you know you’d do everything in your power to help her. You’d steal the moon and the stars from the sky if it would make her smile.

“You do realize you proved me right…?”

The corners of her mouth lift up the slightest bit at your words. “I do, yeah. That almost hurt more than the punch to the face.”

“You’re an idiot.” You shake your head, a small chuckle falling from your lips. Despite the heaviness of the situation, you’re happy to see her smiling again.

“But you love me.”

There's a hidden insecurity to her words that most people wouldn't catch.

But you're not like most people.

"I do," you reply softly. "I love you…no matter how big of an idiot you are sometimes."

The little grin on her face grows until it's a full-blown smile and the sheer amount of beauty it radiates leaves you speechless for a few seconds. You wipe away her remaining tears with your thumbs, your eyes scanning her face again.

"I'm okay." She turns her head to the side and gives the inside of your wrist a tiny kiss. "You're cute when you're worried."

"Then I must be cute all the time."

She gives you a small nod, her eyes glued to your face. “You are. You're incredible. I don't deserve you.”

“Don't say that-”

“I almost lost you, y/n. Over a stupid argument I should’ve never started. I'm an idiot who doesn't deserve you."

There are a thousand words on the tip of your tongue but they all feel insufficient when compared to the way your heart beats when you're around Kate. You could round up all the poets in the world and have them all write a thousand different poems about what you feel for your girlfriend and it still wouldn't be enough.

So, instead, you lean down and capture her lips in a soft kiss.

Her arms wrap around your waist and she guides you onto her lap without breaking the kiss. You pour all the feelings you can’t put into words into the kiss. All your fear, all your worry, but most importantly, all your love.

You pull away from her to catch your breath. Your voice is barely above a whisper when you speak again. "You're not going to lose me, Katie."

"You mean that? Even after what I said?"

You're reminded of your earlier argument once again and you can't hide the frown that makes its way onto your face. "We both said things we didn't mean."

"Yeah, but I was a total jerk. You were just looking out for me and I lashed out at you." Her voice cracks under the weight of her emotions.

"It's okay," you reassure her, your thumb drawing soft circles onto her cheek. "I promise we're okay."

She doesn't say anything in response, she just leans in to kiss you again. You let her pull you as close as possible while you enjoy the feeling of being back in your girlfriend's arms after the day you've both had.

There's nowhere else you'd rather be right now.

“You’re wrong, by the way," you mumble against her lips. "you deserve the world.”

“Well…” She trails off, the subtlest of smirks on her face as she pulls back to look into your eyes. “You’re my world.”

You shake your head at her while she laughs, the sound filling you with nothing but love for the archer. “Smooth, Bishop.”

“I love you, y/n.” The humor in her tone fades away into something more sincere. “And I know I’m a reckless, stubborn, idiot but I’ll always come home to you. No matter how bad things get out there. You're my safe place, you know?”

You lean in to give her another quick kiss. “I know. You're my safe place too. I'll always be waiting for you.”

“Great!” It startles you how quickly the sadness fades from her eyes, even if there are still a few traces of it on the rest of her face. “I think I deserve some cuddles now.”

"I don't think so. I love you but you need a shower.”

She pouts but you don't give in. Determined to resist her puppy dog eyes. After a few seconds, she sighs. “Fine…but afterwards we can cuddle?”

“Yes, Katie. Shower then cuddles.”

In an instant, her strong hands grab onto your waist and she picks you up. You let out a yelp as she drops you onto the bed before running off toward the bathroom. "I'll be right back!"

"Kate!" You yell out after her, unable to stop your laughter. "I still have to clean those cuts!"

[dakotalun]

What Now? | Eddie Muson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: PART 4- Nightmares are never fun.

warnings: nightmare, SA

word count: 1k

a/n: this may or may not be based on real dreams I've had...

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

“Come on, I won’t bite,” His smile spreads across his face, so wide it’s almost inhuman, “Well not hard at least.”

I back away from him, trying to get as much distance between us as I can without drawing too much attention to myself. But maybe that’d be a good thing, maybe someone can come help me get away from this creep. I take another step back but I run into a metal pole, shit. My eyes go wide as I realize where I am and subsequently what’s about to happen.

“Get back! Stay the fuck away from me!” I scream at the top of my lungs. He only advances faster at that. I look to my left wanting my friends to do something, anything to get him away from me but they aren’t even looking at me.

“Adelia! Jerry! Please, help me!” I’m pleading with them, I can’t go through this again, “Guys please, just do something!” I can feel a tear fall from my eye and roll down my cheek.

Adelia turns her head towards me, but it’s not her looking back at me. It’s her face but her eyes, they are pitch black. I look away but in front of me is the man I fear so much so I close my eyes shut and squeeze hoping to wake up from this horrible dream. But I don't leave no matter how hard I wish to.

He reaches me in a matter of seconds, his hand rising to hold my cheek. I pull away and turn my head to the other side. I don’t want him to touch me. This angers him because he grips my cheek, hard. Pulling my face to be only a mere inch from his, as he breathes in my face, eyes as dark as the pits of hell, which at this point I think I’d rather be there than here.

“Little bitch! Can’t you just do as you’re told? I don’t ask for much now do I. Only that you listen to me and follow every command I give,” He turns his head to look behind him and I notice out of the corner of my eye a figure standing there, “See even she can fucking listen to instrustions and shes stupider than all of you.”

The pain I feel knowing he’s talking about Jahon is a lot but then I realize that she’s the one who got me into this shit in the first place, so the pain is only short lived.

“So, are you gonna be a good little girl and listen to master or will you need to be taught a new lesson?” His lips are at my ear, whispering the venomous words I heard so long ago. The ones that still haunt me to this day. He pulls away to look me in the eye.

With the calmest expression and voice I can muster I give him my answer, “How about you go to hell.” That was definitely the wrong thing to say because his other hand grips my throat and he pulls me forward before pushing my head back into the pole behind me, repeatedly splitting my skull in two.

I rise up from the bed breathing heavily. I clutch the back of my head to try and make sure I’m still intact, for the most part yeah but the pain is still there as if it happened only mere hours ago. I take a deep breath and flop back down onto the bed. I’m about to fall back to sleep when an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer to a warm body. 

The large nest of blonde hair is covering her face but I can tell she’s still deep in sleep. I'm glad I didn’t wake her because she's gotta be up early. I look behind me at her alarm clock, the red lights flash back at me, the time changing from 3:32 to 3:33. I turn back around but instead of facing her wall I see her leaning over me, hair falling like a curtain around our faces.

“Shit! Sarah, you scared me. Did me moving wake you?” I’m not paying too much attention to her as I try to stretch my arms, but they won’t move. I try harder to remove them from under the blanket but my efforts are fruitless.

“CaN I kIsS yOu?” My eyes shoot up to look at her face and they widen upon seeing the pair staring back at me aren’t the usual green ones I’ve grown so accustomed to, but black. Fully pitch black eyes, just like Adelia’s, just like… Shit, I’m still there.

I fight even harder to get free from her blanket but it’s like everytime I move it gets tighter around me. Sarah leans down and kisses my cheek, I pull my head back as far as possible but she just grips it and forces it to stay put. I fight as much as I can but it’s like she’s 10 times stronger than normal. I shift back and forth as much as I can to avoid her actually kissing me but it’s proving to be pointless.

“Please stop. I don’t want to. I wanna go home!” I try to plead with her but my words fall on deaf ears. She lets go of my face but wraps that same hand around my neck, slowly she kisses her way down my body, from my cheek to my neck to my chest all the way down to the part of my body I hate the most.

I can feel the tears falling as I yell at her, “Sarah! Please, I told you no! I don’t want this! Please get off me! Get off! Get off! Please, please, please…”

“Y/N! Y/N wake up. Wake up! It’s just a dream.” I jolt awake, my eyes landing on Eddie as he stares at me like I’m a ghost. His hand is on my waist, probably from him trying to shake me awake.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s just me, it’s Eddie.” He stands and sits in front of me, pulling me into a tight hug. I can’t say anything, only whimpers and cries fall from my lips. We sit there, him hugging me while I cry for what feels like forever, my breathing seeming to never slow down. But Eddie is whispering in my ear, trying to get me to calm down and breathe.

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[sweetmage]

Happy Friday! How do you feel about a bit of Purple Mage M!Hawke/Anders/Justice and some "Reopening an Old Wound," either literally or metaphorically?

Hiii! Thank you so much for the prompt, I really enjoyed writing this one <3 Justice is more of an influence on Anders' thoughts/opinions than a direct presence in this (save for a few mentions) but I think it fits the prompt otherwise! Also, it totally got away from me, I couldn't resist falling into love confession territory 😆💖Thank you again!

@dadrunkwriting -- Rating: M Word Count: 5325 Characters: Anders, Hawke, Sebastian (mentioned) Trigger/Content Warnings: Brief canon typical mention of past abuse and sexual assault (with regards to the Circle), Sebastian critical (in the context of the story and Anders' feelings/opinions) Tags: Supportive Mage Hawke, past trauma, emotional hurt/comfort, banter and teasing, love confessions, innuendos, suggestive flirting, making out, insecurities, reassurance, crying, venting session, bed sharing, spending the night, falling in love.

Summary: After an insensitive confrontation from Sebastian rubbed him raw and a trip to the Hanged Man and Blooming Rose failed to soothe the hurt, Anders began to wander the streets and accidentally found himself on Hawke's doorstep...

Based on this Sebastian & Anders banter (imgur link)

Anders must have been the first man alive to ever leave a whorehouse unsatisfied. Even there he hadn't found respite from his troubled thoughts, only disappointment, discomfort, and a considerably lighter coin purse.

Though the arrogant prick had up and left hours ago, Anders could still feel his words like a dagger in his gut, lodged so tight even drink and fair company couldn't dull the ache.

He hated Sebastian, that spoiled princeling with a silver spoon shoved so far up his ass he could surely taste the metal. He was everything wrong with the Chantry personified; a zealot who hid his privilege beneath a veneer of piety and poverty while turning his eyes from the rot beneath his feet.

Of course he couldn't understand Anders' anger or grasp the depths of despair mages lived in every day, the fear that had been the cornerstone of his—every mage's—existence from the moment he'd first manifested magic.

The fact that that sanctimonious bastard dared even ask if something happened there, as though the reality all around him didn't speak for itself—it made him want to spit.

At this rate, he should have returned home but he'd lost track of the hours, drunk and aimless as he wandered through the city streets. He hadn't realized which turns he'd taken, how many steps he'd climbed until he found himself standing on a familiar doorstep, fingers hesitating at the knocker.

It was late, well past the hour he should be troubling Hawke, but when he tried to turn and go he found his body refusing to listen. Instead, his fingers wrapped around the cool metal of the knocker and knocked softly, regretting the action as soon as the sound echoed through the silence.

Retreating with a step back and another to follow, he was already turning to go when the door swung open and Hawke stood there, sleep-tousled and in a half-tied robe that hung loosely off the shoulder.

Anders' tongue seemed to swell and lodge itself at the back of his throat and his further attempts at escape landed him sprawled unceremoniously against the pavement at the bottom of the steps.

"What in the—" Hawke's hands were suddenly upon him, rolling him over onto his back and hauling him to his feet, his strong arms steadying him. "Anders?"

"I didn't mean to wake you," Anders muttered, the words spilling from his lips without conscious thought as he brushed the dirt from his coat. "I'm sorry. I'm going."

Hawke's hand caught his wrist and held him back. "Anders. Come inside."

"No, I shouldn't. I need to get back. I just, I didn't know where else to go. But I shouldn't have bothered you. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm fine." He tugged at his wrist and was surprised when Hawke held firm.

"You show up at my doorstep at Maker-knows-what hour, falling all over yourself and trying to run off into the night and I'm supposed to believe you're fine?"

Anders' gaze fell to the hand around his wrist, unable to meet Hawke's eyes. Against his better judgment, he said nothing, the silence stretching on long enough that Hawke sighed and dragged him into the house.

He didn't have the will or energy to fight it, following without a word of protest or resistance, allowing himself to be led through the quiet manor up to Hawke's bedroom.

"You didn't drop by to borrow a cup of sugar," Hawke noted, gesturing for him to have a seat at the desk or on the bed. Anders chose the desk. "Why are you here?"

Anders thought long and hard about the question only to come to an unsatisfactory answer. "I don't know."

"Are you drunk?"

"Yes."

"I thought you said Justice disapproved."

Anders shrugged, picking up the closest thing to him—a letter opener—and flipping it between his fingers, spinning it round and round, back and forth, his eyes glued to the movement of the blade. "I guess he's out for the night." It was meant to be a joke but he didn't have it in him and it slipped right over Hawke's head.

"Huh... So what happened? Trouble at the clinic?"

"No. I haven't been back today," he answered, shaking his head.

"After your little spat with Seb, you mean?" He asked the question in a casual, offhand way as though it wasn't a big deal, just a little squabble among travelmates.

Anders didn't answer, but the mention of Sebastian's name made his knuckles whiten around the blade’s grip.

"I should have said something," Hawke admitted, leaning back against the door and crossing his arms. "I didn't expect it to get so ugly."

"It's not your job to fight my battles for me." He looked up at him for a moment, then quickly turned away.

"I don't get paid to do a lot of things," Hawke replied. "Never stopped me before. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

"You'd face his wrath, listen to him prattle on just for the warmth and fuzziness of it all?" His lip quirked slightly, momentarily diverted from his woes as he regarded his friend dubiously.

"Everyone needs a hobby." He pushed himself off the wall to join Anders by the desk, settling himself on the edge and looking down upon him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly," he said, not entirely truthfully. It would be all too easy to let it spill forth—his worries and fears and frustrations—but it felt selfish. It was easier to turn his sights to the plight of others, to bear the pain of the downtrodden in place of his own and forget that he, too, could hurt.

"So you came here just to brood at my desk and play with my things?"

“Apparently," he murmured. Returning the opener to its proper place, Anders instead ran his hands idly along the smooth edge of the desk. "I'm sorry. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I didn't have some grand plan in mind. I didn't mean to come here."

"And yet, here you are. If you didn't want to see me, there's a few other people in Kirkwall you could have dropped in on. Washed up Orlesian chevaliers. Carta dwarves. That crazy guy who hangs out under the stairs. You picked me. What does that say about you, I wonder?"

"That I have poor taste and a penchant for trouble?" Anders guessed.

"I was going more for 'he needs someone who cares' but that's a close second."

Smiling ruefully, Anders shook his head, his hair slipping from behind his ear. Hawke reached over to brush it aside, tucking the loose locks gently back where they belonged. Quietly, Anders turned to look at him, eyes tracing his friend's features in the dim candlelight as his hand lingered at his jaw a moment too long.

"I'm awake now and my ears are all yours so why not talk? It might make you feel better."

It might... It just seemed so unnecessary when there were far greater concerns in Kirkwall to address. Yet he found himself regretting that last drink, the one that now had the words resting heavy on the tip of his tongue, begging for freedom.

"Anders?"

"He asked me if something happened to me in the Circle. If I was angry about it. The very fact that he could even ask that..." He scoffed and turned away. "The nerve of it..."

"Did something happen to you?" Hawke asked, his tone soft and low. Somehow on his lips—a mage, a friend—it sounded less prying than when Sebastian had asked it.

"Something happens to a lot of us. That's how things are in a Circle. They take your life from you, tell you what to think and how to behave. They force mages into isolation, separate them from everything and everyone they've ever loved and they're told it's for their own safety, that they're only helping. Then they do a lot worse than that, they have all these pretty words to dress that up, to make them believe that what they're going through is just a natural consequence of being born who they are." He felt Justice stirring at the thought and tried to quash his emotions before they could spark something bigger.

"I didn't ask about the other mages, though. I asked about you."

An odd feeling rose within him—like a spotlight had been trained upon him, the only man in a dark room. He shifted, suddenly uncomfortable under the scrutiny. "Yes. No. Sort of. It doesn't matter."

Hawke seemed dissatisfied with his answer, his lips pursed and head cocked slightly to one side. "It doesn't sound like you were very ‘fortunate’," he remarked of Anders' early statements, the words he'd used to dismiss Sebastian's questions.

'It's not about being beaten or raped by a templar— that does happen, but I've been fortunate.'

His own words played over in his mind, a barrier he'd erected between himself and the truth. That it kept Sebastian out as well was just a bonus. He'd spent so long building his defenses, fortifying himself in the way required to stand for others, but Hawke's steady, caring gaze was chipping away at them.

"I was fortunate to escape," he conceded, his words halting and reluctant. "Most don't. They still face that threat every day."

"So that's what happened to you? Raped and beaten? And everything else you were on about?"

He had met few people less tactful than Hawke, but something about the way he put aside his mask of charm and humor and just said the things others danced around was oddly comforting. He was trying and that was more than many had done for Anders.

"I don't really want to talk about this," he answered quietly, not meeting his gaze.

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

Anders felt the prickle of tears at the corners of his eyes and the heat rising in his face and hated both. "It doesn't matter," he said, trying and failing to keep his voice even. "It was a long time ago."

"Maybe. It doesn't make it hurt any less, does it?"

"No. It doesn't. I haven't told anyone except for Justice. He... saw it. When he joined with me. Everything that happened over decades in a split second. But then we couldn't speak to each other anymore. So the only one that knows now is..." He looked down at his hands, flexing the fingers as though they weren't his own. "I shouldn't have put that on you. I'm sorry. Just forget I said anything..."

Without preamble, Hawke lowered himself from the desk and placed his hands upon Anders' shoulders and pulled him forward, wrapping his arms around him in an awkward but sincere embrace.

Anders stiffened in surprise, uncertain how to react at first. After a moment, though, he gave in, leaning into Hawke and letting his arms circle his waist, hands fisting at the back of his robes as his emotions began to spill forth, a quiet sob wracking his body before he could stifle it.

Hawke's hand cradled the back of his head, his fingers slipping into his hair. He graciously said nothing, simply holding Anders as the dam broke and his years of pain and suffering found release.

He had never wished to distract from the bigger picture, to center himself in a fight that was not his alone, but he knew that Hawke saw the root of what he was fighting for. Was it so wrong, then, to let him see a glimpse of the man beneath the cause?

Anders didn't know, but it felt good to be seen, to be understood.

"Feel better?" Hawke asked, breaking the silence between them when Anders finally pulled back.

He was embarrassed at his outburst, at the damp patch of tears upon Hawke's shoulder, but there was no mocking in his friend's eyes, no judgment or disgust, just simple compassion. "A bit. Thank you."

"My pleasure. I mean, not my actual pleasure, obviously. I didn't enjoy watching you cry, I just—you know what? Nevermind." He cleared his throat, straightening his house robe and looking away.

Anders smiled, a small, fleeting thing, and wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his coat. "You're a good friend, Hawke. I'm not sure what I've done to— I mean, you're just... you're a good man."

"Be still, my beating heart," Hawke muttered, putting a hand to his chest as though overwhelmed by the flattery. And perhaps he was, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink and a sheepish smile upon his lips. "Don't go getting all sentimental on me or I'll be the next one to wind up in tears."

"Well if you need a shoulder..."

"Those do look pretty soft," Hawke teased, gesturing to the plumage that adorned Anders' coat. "I'm going to have to take you up on that sometime."

"Anytime," Anders said, chuckling lightly.

"So, would you prefer the bed or the floor?"

The question left him feeling off-kilter, unsure whether Hawke was making a joke or asking legitimately. He hesitated a moment, considering, then realized it was probably a bit silly to think too hard about it if he was being genuine.

"I think the cots in my clinic are just fine, thank you."

"Seriously, Anders? Still trying to scamper off? After all that? We've hugged and everything!"

"And that means you think I should share your bed now?"

"I never mentioned anything about sharing," Hawke replied, his brows arching.

"A-ah..." Anders felt the heat rise in his cheeks, his heart picking up a notch. "I suppose you didn't." Standing quickly, he tried not to seem too hasty as he turned for the door. "Still, it's late and I'm sobering up so—"

Hawke's hand closed around his wrist, stopping him again. "Stay."

"What?"

"Here. Tonight. With me. Stay."

It was hard not to notice how close Hawke was, standing a scant inch from him, the scent of him filling his senses. His eyes fell to his lips and then he tore his gaze away, his face hot, pulse racing.

He knew he shouldn't get any closer, but the night had already gotten away from him and his thoughts were still hazy, clouded with alcohol and emotion.

"It's a long walk, the sun will be up before you get back to Darktown and you've had quite a bit to drink. It's better you stay here. And... I'd miss you, if you left."

Anders looked at Hawke, at his kind, earnest expression and could not find it in himself to say no. "You do so much for me. I don't know how to thank you."

"Try getting a solid eight to ten hours of sleep for once and we'll call it even," he replied, only half-teasing.

"Ten? I haven't even slept for more than six since..." He sighed, not even knowing how long he'd been undersleeping to allow for more work time. But if that was all Hawke was asking then it was hardly an unreasonable request. "Alright."

"Good." Releasing his wrist, Hawke took a step back, removing himself from Anders' personal space. "Do you need anything? Food? Water?"

"No, I'll be alright. Sleep does sound nice. I'll just go hang up my coat and—"

"Ah. Right. You need something to sleep in. Hold tight a moment." He strode across the room and rifled through his wardrobe, returning a few moments later with a loose house robe. "It's probably a bit too big but it's better than nothing. There's a basin in the corner if you want to wash up. Or you can use the tub downstairs, it's big enough for a family. Not that you need that, unless you have an interesting story to tell. Not that it's any of my business if you do." He held the robe out to him and Anders took it, amused at his rambling. He seemed almost... nervous? Or perhaps the hour was getting to him.

"I'll make do with the basin, thanks," he said, reluctant to dally any longer than necessary lest he lose his nerve and get the urge to flee again.

"Of course." Hawke smiled, gesturing vaguely towards the washbasin and turning away for Anders' privacy.

He dipped behind the divider and stripped down to his smalls, performing a quick, perfunctory wash before redressing in the robe Hawke had provided. To say they were too large would be a vast understatement, his slender frame was all but swallowed up by the oversized garment. He flushed, tugging self-consciously at the hem as he emerged.

As expected, Hawke wore an amused grin the moment his eyes fell upon him, just barely withholding a snicker at his expense.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up," Anders grumbled, though he couldn't help but return the smile, his amusement proved infectious.

"Oh, I'm going to, don't even worry," he said, his laughter bubbling over. "Maker, I ought to feed you come morning, you could use a few good meals. You're practically swimming in that robe."

As though even a few meals would fill him out this much. "I eat fine, Hawke," he grumbled in retort. But, for all his eye-rolling, he was somewhat endeared by the sentiment behind Hawke's teasing. It was an oddly domestic scene and Anders was loathe to admit a part of him was enjoying it.

"Sure you do. And I'm the king of Ferelden. Now come on, bed's over here." Hawke moved from his spot beside the desk to pull back the bedcovers and gestured for Anders to climb in. "So... what you said before, the thing about us sharing...?" As soon as the words fled his lips he looked mortified, as though he hadn't meant to actually ask them.

"Hawke..." Anders stared at him, brow quirked and a faint flush rising in his cheeks. "I wasn't serious about that. I just thought that's what you were saying—"

Hawke looked stricken and pale, a nervous sheen forming upon his brow. "Right. No, I know. I just... Forget it. Nevermind. Just... you can have the bed." Backing away he began to retreat towards the door. "I'll take the chaise."

"Hawke, wait." Anders laid a hand upon his shoulder before he could think better of it and, after a deep breath he exhaled with a chuckle. "Point taken, I see how you feel when I'm trying to make a break for it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to— It wasn't that I was trying to run from you, it's just— Maker's balls, can I form a single coherent sentence?" He ran a hand down over his weary features. "Look, you're very tired and very vulnerable and a little drunk so I shouldn't have said anything. I was being an ass. And after what you told me tonight... I don't want to be another person you have to be afraid of."

Anders was silent for a moment, his hand still upon Hawke's shoulder while he mulled his words. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't reel in the scowl that darkened his features even when Hawke's expression shifted in response. He let his hand drop, though not his gaze. "What? Now that I've poured out my heart, you think I'm just going to fall apart on you? Don't make me regret opening up to you. I don't want to be treated differently because of it. I can't stand that."

Where Anders had expected more pity and floundering, he instead found relief in Hawke's expression, followed by a soft smile. "Thank the bloody Maker. You have no idea how terrible I am at the whole 'walking on eggshells' song and dance." He let out a deep, tension-breaking sigh.

"You've made that clear." His lips twitched into a brief, wry smile before returning Hawke's honesty with a bit of his own. "I appreciate you trying. Really. It’s meant the world to me to still have you here at my side after everything. I've never had a friend like you before. Maker knows what I'd do without you." He was thankful he was sobering because the more he spoke, the closer he found himself to a confession he'd rather not make.

"Probably have a lot fewer people trying to kill you," Hawke mused.

"Or a lot more. Or I'd already be ashes in the pyre. Either way, I'm glad I have you with me." He managed a half-smile, shrugging the robe further up his shoulder though it was a losing battle. "But enough of that. It's late and someone was telling me I need a solid ten hours of sleep." Stepping around Hawke, he climbed into the bed and slid beneath the covers. The sheets were sinfully comfortable—unlike anything he'd known in his clinic, the circle, or even the Keep—and his weary body was already melting into the mattress, eager for rest. A shame, then, that his mind was set to racing again as Hawke climbed in beside him.

"I assume this is back on the table then?" He asked, settling in so close Anders could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the subtle floral of his hair as it fell and fanned half off of his pillow and half onto Anders'.

He'd forgotten the question entirely the moment it reached his ears. "Sorry?" He asked, shaking his head slightly.

"Sorry?" Hawke echoed, lids lowered groggily or perhaps even sultry as he watched Anders over the short space between them. "Are you cold? You're shaking something fierce."

Was he? He hadn't noticed, his whole body had gone stiff at Hawke's closeness and he hadn't been able to feel much of anything else since. But Hawke's fingers upon his arm were proof enough that it wasn't just a flight of fancy, that he hadn't imagined that Hawke was looking at him in such a way. "Oh," he murmured, drawing his limbs inward and willing his heart to calm. "Yes. A bit."

And it was only then that he noticed Hawke's arm moving across his pillow. His fingers were slow and steady, deliberate as they inched towards the back of his neck until Anders, unable to help himself, moved in towards the contact. He rested his cheek against Hawke's upper arm, face pressed into his shoulder as Hawke's fingers continued up and threaded into his hair, combing lightly through the loose locks. He lay still as a stone, wondering if Hawke was feeling every heavy thud of his heart, when he'd realize what he was doing and who it was he was with and recoil, but the moments ticked by and he did no such thing.

"Hawke?" He lifted his head from his arm to meet his eyes, only to find himself drowning in those warm pools of amber, the breath caught in his lungs. Anders' lips parted and the words fell forth before he could stop them: "You don't know what you're doing, what you're risking." They were the same words he'd told himself time and again, ones he'd used to distance himself from others, from temptation. Yet, there in the quiet intimacy of Hawke's bed, they sounded hollow and false. "You deserve better than the ruin I will bring you."

"Why did you come here tonight?" Hawke asked him softly. "To me. Why didn't you go to Varric? Isabela? Why didn't you go home?"

The words did not come easy, filtered through a thousand lies he wished to tell. In the end, however, he could not. Not to him. "I only feel like myself when I'm with you. Like I'm alive and can face anything. Like anything matters. Like I matter." He felt more exposed now than he had in Hawke's robe, his heart laid bare before him. Dangerous confessions they were, and yet, they tasted sweet on his tongue. "I wasn't lying when I said I didn't mean to come here. But that's worse, like my heart knew what my head couldn't."

"You speak to me like that then expect me to let you go?"

"You should," he whispered. "I can't give you what you deserve—"

"Then give me what I want," he countered, though Anders did not know which he spoke of—a night, a future—and feared asking for clarification lest it all be dashed to bits. "No... what you want. It's your call," he murmured, fingers slipping from his hair and across Anders' cheek as he withdrew his hand.

What he wanted... dare he even put words to it? A simple touch, the taste of Hawke's lips upon his own, to hear his name whispered in the dark as the morning came. These things were selfish, and yet... perhaps there was nothing so wrong with that now and again. Was it wrong to want another shoulder to share the weight of the world with? He'd been fighting alone for so long...

His body moved before he'd made any conscious decision, his eyes locked upon Hawke's mouth. He thought he saw Hawke swallow, but there was no resistance when he moved forward, no flinch of surprise. His fingers splayed across Hawke's jaw, holding him there as their lips came together in the briefest, softest contact. "Andraste, help us both... I love you, Hawke," he murmured, voice hoarse with longing. "I have not slept soundly a night since I met you because I know you'll await me in my dreams and nothing can sate the ache in me when I wake without you there."

Hawke stayed silent long enough for Anders to start counting the seconds, wondering if perhaps he'd misstepped, but he didn't need to worry long. "It felt nice. Kissing you. I liked that," Hawke said finally. A blush crept over his cheeks, just visible in the lowlight. "Kiss me more? Please?" he added, his thumb brushing the stubble along Anders' jaw. "If you're sure it's not wrong."

It was a question that deserved an answer but all he could think was 'finally', his body closing the remaining distance between them with fervent abandon. His lips sought Hawke's and were greeted with no opposition, Hawke's fingers tangling back into his hair to draw him deeper. Hawke's lips parted beneath his and Anders tasted him, tongue slipping inside and exploring him for the first time. He tasted like sunlight and summer and everything he'd been missing in life. He couldn't help the soft, breathy sighs he spilled into Hawke's lips, his fingers clutching desperately at his robe, afraid if he let go he'd wake again like always.

"Maker, Anders..." Hawke's breath shuddered over the name, his chest rising and falling heavily. "I don't know how to love you right, but I love you. I love you so much," he whispered between frantic kisses, the words Anders longed for so badly falling from those precious lips.

Hawke wanted him, loved him... Anders wanted to sob for joy, his heart filled to burst from those words. "You love me... I could ask no more of you." He was shaking again, he realized, but it was alright. Hawke seemed receptive to every trembling touch, every whimper and sigh, every unspoken request to hold Anders closer and never let him go.

Anders was all but ready to have him here and now when Hawke began to slow the pace back to something tame, drawing him back with a few pecks at his lips. Then, he released him completely and settled back onto the pillow, a faint sheen of sweat upon his brow.

"Sorry," Hawke said, his breath coming in soft pants. "We should... slow down."

Anders let out a faint sigh of his own, a flicker of disappointment igniting inside him, but he tried not to let it show. "Sorry..."

"What are you sorry for?" Hawke asked with a soft laugh, a flush rising on his cheeks as his eyes ran over Anders' face and lips, looking at him in such a way it sent his heart racing once again. "I just thought: Why disappoint you now when I could disappoint you twice as much later? And for twice as long."

"You want to later? With me?"

"Disappoint you and forever change how you look at me?" Hawke asked, a smile touching his lips. "I'd be a complete idiot to pass up that opportunity."

"I didn't mean—I mean, I'd only be let down if you weren't serious," Anders admitted, glancing away from him for a moment. "I don't want to play with your heart, but I hope you won't play with mine either. Maybe it's best you sleep on it. Before you cast your life aside, put yourself in the Chantry's sights..." He was reluctant to bring reality back into a moment so blissful, but he needed Hawke to understand. "No one has done for mages what you have done, few understand our plight like you. So you know what it's like for people like us, the risks you'd be taking for loving me. It's dangerous when you have something you are afraid to lose. They can use that against you. If the Templars hurt you for this, for me, I'd—"

"Hard to argue with that logic," Hawke cut in, waving him into silence. "In that case, I suppose I'd better tell Mother to find a new place. And I'll leave Marian near the road in a crate marked 'for free'... assuming I can find one her size. And Dog is probably smart enough to make his own way, he already loves to eat rubbish so I'm sure he'll manage."

"Excuse me?" Anders asked, blinking owlishly.

"Wouldn't want the Templars coming for anyone I love so it's best I put them out first, right?" He gave him a light, knowing smile that belied his deadpan delivery.

Heat crept to his cheeks and realization struck, a twinge of embarrassment coursing through him. "Well when you say it like that it sounds ridiculous."

"Praise the Maker, you're catching on." He cupped Anders' jaw, running a thumb lightly across his lip. "Let them try to take you from me."

He shivered at the promise, the protective gleam in Hawke's eye. "You really mean that." It wasn't a question, he could read the conviction in his face. "Thank you."

"Will you sleep now?" He asked, shifting closer to him to tuck his face into the crook of his neck, his beard scratching pleasantly at the tender skin. "It's less awkward if we both go instead of me snoring in the middle of you pouring your heart out."

"Yes, love." It felt nice upon his tongue, natural and right as though it had always been waiting there.

"Mmm, that sounds nice." Hawke pressed a chaste peck to the corner of his jaw and he could feel his smile there. "Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight," he said softly back, wrapping his arms around his love. He listened as Hawke's breathing slowed and steadied as he fell to slumber. He almost didn't want to join him, he wanted to bask in this moment forever.

The day's troubles felt worlds away and the ones yet to come no longer loomed so large. Even the thought of that smug prick was more an afterthought than an outrage in Hawke's arms. What did that arrogant prince know anyway? He surely lay alone in the Chantry cots wrapped safely in his ignorance, willfully unaware of the world and its cruelties. To live such a lie and remain on a high horse seemed a pathetic existence, one Anders did not envy despite all he had to witness and endure. Though he—Justice—had his reservations, Anders knew this was no distraction. Hawke had proven himself worthy and then some, risked and suffered for the rights of all mages; Sebastian would continue to grope around in the darkness he chose while the brightest light in Kirkwall had his lips to Anders' neck. He felt vindicated. And tired...

He let his eyes fall shut, Hawke's warmth and scent enveloping him. If he was still dreaming, he hoped he could stay like this just a little longer.

[dilfs-bitch]

Again | Jake Sully

Pairing : Jake Sully x Recom female reader x Neytiri te Tskaha

Warnings: Mention of Kiri, Spider, Tuk, Loak and Neteyam, Tsu'tey and Moa't, mention of the recom unit, age gap, (reader in her early twenties, Jake in his late thirties, Neytiri in the mid-thirties) angst, secondary character death, injury, pregnancy, mates, smut suggestive content.

Word accont: 3k

Summarry: After you die, Jake never thought he’d see you again, but after fifteen years, the RDA brings " you " back.

Chapter one

Some events in the movie were modified to suit the chapter and sorry if there are grammatical errors english is not my first language

Jake's euphoric.

A soft smile adorns his lips as he wakes up with the soft chirping of Pandora’s diurnal creatures, he is hoping to feel the warmth radiating from your body, but instead he is brought back to reality.

His body is inert, is the tension that forms quickly on his shoulders, his heartbeat is agonizing when he realizes that him was left alone by you in the tree of voices after everything that happened, after everything you said to each other.

The remorse of his actions now weighs on his conscience, what was he thinking? Acting like an immature teenager having sex with another woman, blinded by an old feeling that should have remained deep in his heart because it makes him not even think he has a mate, a family, an important position within the omaticaya clan.

Jake is not even thinking about the consequences of his rash actions, it's the unhappy glare of Neytiri who took her hand to her mouth, silent tears welling up from her eyes upon she's realizing what happened when he returns the next morning to the clan alone, it's the confusing questions of his children about where he was and why their mother is suddenly so desperate as he just stands there letting her put out all her frustrations he himself has caused in recent months. And perhaps the greatest of its consequences is yet to come because it's only a matter of time until you take Quaritch to high camp and this time there is no more time to argue or to regret, him and the clan is more prepared than ever ready to die and kill

lf days, weeks pass and when it finally happens, it's not Quaritch and his recom unit that attacks directly, it's the consequences of the stubbornness of his youngest son who once again disobeys his order and goes to the battlefield, it's unbearable to try to fight against the feeling of fear that spreads in his body like a disease, what if when he gets to the battlefield it’s too late? Jake would not forgive himself if his mistake caused the death of one of his children, even though he's instinctively preparing for the worst when Lo'ak no longer responds through the throat comms and everything he can hear it's the gunfire, when he lands with his ikran along with Neytiri and Neteyam who insists on helping, but Jake cannot risk the safety of his another kid.

He won’t think twice about killing anyone who dares to put his family’s safety at risk, and that includes you.

It’s a kind of feeling that not even Jake doesn’t know how to control, it’s a mix of guilt, anger, betrayal, remorse, he didn’t care for fifteen years that what he experienced in side with Neytiri, the memories they created together, he didn't care about the bond that connect their souls forever, to at the end of it all be left alone to deal with his own choices and at the same time he almost feels compassion for himself.

The woman he always loved before him “alive” fifteen years later, saying she is in love with him too, and what should he do? Ignore all those feelings he couldn't forget for years, and that soul connection he always felt? At that moment, Jake was willing to pay the price, but now the consequences seem too high, would you be able to betray him, your feelings? Would you be able to put his children at risk for pure selfishness and revenge? No, it can’t be you’ve never been like this and no matter how hard him tries, Jake can’t accept that.

And he is unbearably relieved when upon seeing Lopez and Warren’s bodies dropped to the floor lifeless, Lo'ak and Kiri hiding against a fallen tree trunk and your body protectively protecting Tuk from the gunshots of Quaritch and Lyle’s weapons.

It is the sudden hormone of epinephrine that causes him to act in automatic mode, it's the shots, Neytiri’s straight arrow that hit Brown and Walker in the head, it's the loud and sudden sound of bullets fired from his gun against his sensitive ears hitting Praguer’s neck and Fike’s back, it's an unexpected emotion of surprise to see the hard and agile work between Neytiri and you to get the children out of the crossfire.

It's the fear triggered by Kiri's cry and seeing you put yourself in the crossfire once again to rescue Spider who seems unconscious, it's the despair that makes him instinctively hold his breath when he sees the bullet from Quaritch and Zdinarsk's gun cross your arm and pierce your thigh when your body tries to lower itself against a fallen log but Neytiri was there guiding you to a safer place.

It's when he's finally realizing that he would never be able to hurt you, even if he was blinded by hatred, even if said he would.

His body is inert is only his heart that beats at a much stronger frequency than usual when he's watching Moa’t treat the wounds of your body passed out in her hut while Neytiri is frustrated to hear what her mother has just said, although he is more concerned, ecstatic, happy to know the news of a new child and what Ewya destined to him.

All life is a blessing to Eywa, and Jake would never dare to say the opposite of his children that's growing up in your womb.

“ Ma sa'nok, Why? Why should we mate with another? A demon who brought so much disgrace to our people! “ Neytiri hissed at the Tsahìk.

Mo'at looked at her angrily, she didn’t teach her daughter any less? “ Must be done, Eywa has spoken “

Neytiri did not understand, she and Jake were happy together, before you, she did not need someone else to ruin what was no longer so good. She turned to her husband, who was sitting on the woven mat near your body, urging him to give an opinion on the matter, although she almost knew what he would say.

“ The great mother did it for a reason that I do not know why, but I’m not against her will. “ Neytiri’s ears sharpened, and she hisses at her husband. ' Won’t go against ? '

His mate continued to talk to her mother, and her it's almost forced to the understanding that one cannot go against the will of the great mother because what she gives, she takes away.

Ewya gave you back to him, gave a kid, a mate to him and Neytiri is not up to her to disregard the wishes of the great mother, so she accepts.

Now with the latest events, he decides to leave, it's a difficult decision, but Jake understands that he has to leave Omatycaia, leave his home, his people, give up his title of Olo'eyktan, take Neytiri and his children away from everything what do they know because he needs to keep your family safe, keep you and the baby safe from Quaritch, from the Recom, from the sky people because they won't stop until you're both dead.

A few days pass until the symbolic ceremony for Tsu'tey to “ kill ” him by scratching him with a knife to transfer leadership, the clan omatycaia would be fine with a leader like him, so they leave for Awa'atlu, a village of the Metkayina clan that Moa’t told him in search of uturo and the journey across the seas is exhausting, It is difficult to adapt that's suddenly forced not only for their children that requires knowing why suddenly you accompany them, and he omits some details while trying exhaustively along with his mate explain that now you are also part of the family because now you are their mate chosen by Ewya.

It was an eight-hour flight including two stops to the reef, Jake didn’t know what to expect from the Metkayina clan, if they were kind and willing to welcome him and his mates and their children, and he is more than grateful to the great mother who guided him during this journey and that the clan leaders allow him to stay, he is aware that it's a new and difficult restart, it would be challenging to be in a way in a new environment forgetting his forest teachings to replace by the water path, but they will overcome that.

At first, Neytiri had not yet completely accepted the fate that was forced on, and neither did you.

The communication was just the basics, but it almost becomes frequent the way she's petting your belly every day, thanking Ewya for the baby that's growing healthy, and Jake almost feels tempted to interfere when you didn’t seem to try so hard, though he knew your way was more subtle, so subtle that it becomes almost imperceptible but there you are advising their children to spare her the trouble of doing it almost daily considering how many confusions Lo'ak gets into and this creates a kind of bond over the months in Metkayina, so strong that Tuk calls you Sa'nu not unlike Spider who is glued to your hip since omatycaia.

Life is going well, though Jake begins to feel left out when your relationship with Neytiri seems to progress, it becomes so frequent the smiles and conversations in the marui pods, his heart is so warm to watch for the first time his first mate teaching you to weave a tewng for the baby who has not yet born .

It's if everything was the way it has to be.

But he is brought back to harsh reality every time it’s just the two of you in the marui pods, and you seem tense with his presence, embarrassed, almost annoyed every time he tries to start a conversation and a shock of perception hits him.

Your opinion was never heard, you were just forced to leave everything behind and start a new life in another clan, accept this fate that was given to you by Ewya to have two mate without even a chance to argue, for Jake you’re on the edge of impatience, and it’s only a matter of time until you lose the ability to reason and your anger is directed directly at him and Jake doesn’t know how to avoid it because you don’t listen to him, you do not give him a chance to explain himself and for his luck it's Neytiri who approaches you about it.

“ I know it must be hard for you” She smiles, holding your hand against hers” But Ewya has a role for all of us and her will cannot be ignored “

Since a young age you understood that sometimes in life there are no choices and in Pandora would not be different, but the problem is the guilt that consumes you for your rash actions to get involved with a man who has a family, and now it has put you in this situation more than strange between the woman in front of you that you like so much and the man that you’re in love with, although you’re aware that it’s Jake that’s being left out by you in this adjustment that gets better every day.

Your jaw tightens, your ears flattened in shame. ” I know, but sometimes I can’t help but blame myself for interfering with what you two had before and that got us into this mate thing "

The next look of her reveals how uncomfortable she gets with what you just said, Neytiri can not deny how hurt she was to learn that her Jake was able to relate to another woman besides her, but from the moment you were surrounded by the atokirina seeds it was Ewya’s plans to prevent later her children and the rest of the clan from suffering the hatred of Quaritch and the sky people.

“ Don’t say that, from the beginning was the plans of Ewya Ma' Y/n “

Although Neytiri had tried to resist at first in accepting her fate, little by little she got used to your presence, it is lovely the way you treat her so kindly, always hearing her so interested in the history of her clan, and a new feeling that grows in her heart usually reserved only for her mate, but now she is so in love with you too.

She now perfectly understands Ewya’s plans because it's such an intense happiness that blooms within her with the latest happenings, she never thought she needed another mate, but now Neytiri swears she can no longer live without your presence, though for her happiness to be complete she needs you to understand that the great mother’s plan isn’t just she’s and Jake, and she’s and you, it's the three of you together as mates, she needs you to understand that there’s no reason to blame what happened.

Standing up, she reached out her four-finger hand, and you took it, mirroring her actions, she watches you, waiting for any sign of hesitation before stepping out of your shared marui pods.

Your feet ran hurriedly against the soft sand toward that part of the sea that and farthest from the village, were only the sounds of the calm waves, noises of oceanic creatures. Your heart that beat against your rib cage increasingly stronger each time you saw yourself closer to the place that Jake usually stays when he wants to be alone.

It was already dark, but it was possible to see his figure by the luminescence of his own skin that was sitting looking at the horizon, perhaps so distracted that he doesn't even notice that you two are approaching, and he only realizes that he is no longer alone when Neytiri kneels down sitting and the palm of her hand rests softly against his shoulder, he turns to face her who smiles nodding in the direction you are standing awkwardly and Jake hesitantly extends his large hand to you which you have take sitting kneeling in front of him and beside her.

“ Ewya destined us as mates…the three” Neytiri starts holding your hand and Jake’s” There’s no more reason to feel guilty, the will of the great mother is that we become just one “

Your ears flattened against your head, you nodded understanding what she was saying, the bond of tsaheylu was something you had already done before when you claimed your ikran, but it was not an erotic bond. It was just like a different mind control as it seems to interweave your kuru with your partner’s, you are confused about how it works, In the months that passed in omatycaia no one dared to explain how it works when choosing a mate and this time it is Jake who decides to explain seeing the look so confused in face.

“ It's a ritual of union, like a marriage but a powerful bond that binds two souls for life” Jake's hand goes up to the back of his head bringing his braid over his shoulder, lifting to you” As me and Neytiri did”

Your hand goes instinctively against the back of your neck, bringing your neural queue under your shoulder and lifting it so close to Jake's that the thin, pink strands spurt ready to connect and when Neytiri finally reaches her and all the three of them meet intertwine, pupils immediately dilate, their foreheads resting against each other, breathing unevenly as if they've run a mile.

But it's just the state of body consciousness now united accessing each other's emotional sensations, Jake and Neytiri had already experienced tsaheylu's sensation before when being mated but now it's so intense, so raw it's a whirlwind of feelings of the for life bond forming, it all feels so intense that's hard to focus on just one, but it's like you can feel exactly what each one of them feels, Jake's sadness, the need he feels not only for you but also for Neytiri, the happiness with the last events, the love he has felt for you and his mate all these years, the fear of Neytiri, the anger, the suffering, a mix of need and happiness since he arrived in Awa'atlu, the love she feels for Jake, the strong feeling she has for you that makes you smile, it's everything so new, so intense, so erotic.

And you’re not the only one who feels that way, because Jake’s hands immediately cupping your face as he leans his lips against yours, it's soft just to remind your body of what’s to come. His chest beating frantically as feels your hand resting against his muscular thighs and he gasps softly.

You kiss him with so much passion, hungry to deepen the kiss but is slow almost desperate with the time you two miss it that soon the kiss becomes sloppy, teeth pounding making noise with the impact and you two chuckle and Jake almost moans to feel your tongue slide against his. Your tail curling Neytiri’s leg when you break the kiss and Jake’s hand instantly goes against the beck of her neck pulling her close to kissing her so intensely that Neytiri tries to pull away, only for his five fingers hand on her neck to keep her in place, unable to have enough.

When it becomes difficult to breathe, he finally lowers the kisses to her jaw, neck sucking the exposed skin, and she whines with pleasure, leaning towards you who kisses her.

It's slow, full of need, and you moan at the feel of her tongue sliding over yours, and it catches Jake's attention, the sight before him of the two women he loves so much is enough to form a growing erection beneath his loincloth, and he's tempted to just fuck you both right there but now that tsaheylu has been formed he can't, although he thinks he can't control himself for too long.

 “ Tìyawn ” He says, smiling when your ears tremble, and you break the kiss immediately, gaze at him. ” We need to mate before Ewya, at a sacred site ”

When you nod, he just stands up, extending a hand to you and Neytiri, who takes it as he leads the way to the Cove of the Ancestors.

[aka-indulgence]

Now all I can imagine is the pirates stealing reader away and Sans just shows up and is met with a villager which he’s uninterested in until they’re like like “Um…some pirates kidnapped your wife…please don’t eat me.” and then Sans is just like “They WHAT?!”

Somewhere far away, the captain feels his sins crawling down his back.

Yes yes EXACTLY!! That’s what I thought when I was writing it

You meet with Sans almost every day. Though there are days where you don’t appear at the cliffside to meet him, usually you’ll come back the day after, or have already told him that you were going to be busy the day before.

(Of course he still comes, and though he’ll be sad, he’s not too broken up about it.)

But then you were gone for a day… then two… than three… the more he doesn’t see you the more agitated he becomes. He’ll rise up to the cliff and wait for hours on end. He’ll be there in the morning, leave, and come back at night.

It’s clear to the villagers that their Local Kraken is becoming upset, agitated even. They’re haunted at night by his cries and wails of despair at night.

After about a week he’s in anguish, storm clouds have gathered above the sea and the shores around it as Sans cries, not knowing what happened to his beloved human. The villagers get more and more frightful… sure when you were here he was as ‘harmless’ as a puppy, but without you it’s almost like he’s turned back to that unknown beast that come from the inky black depths.

Eventually they’re scared enough that instead of trembling in fear and avoiding the shore like a dead zone, they decide the longer the monster doesn’t have his gf the more likely he’s going to destroy everything- so they send one person to the cliffside.

At first Sans is excited to see a human on the cliff, but quickly realizes that it isn’t you. The small peek of sun is quickly covered by swirling clouds. It’s visible both in the sky and on his face, and the poor sap that was sent to talk to him is shaking in their boots. The dark anger on his face makes it look like he’s going to eat them or something (when really he’s uninterested), so they quickly blurt out:

“Sir… s-sir kraken! Please don’t eat me, I’ve come t-tp tell you that p-pirates have st-tolen your wife…?”

Sans was just about leaving when he hears it. He goes from despairing to rage. He grips the cliff until his phalanges dug deep grooves into it and yells (in their head), “WHERE DID THEY TAKE HER?!”

They blurt out in fear and quickly run away as Sans’ eyelights turn an angry red, practically roaring into the sky as lightning strikes, tentacles knocking boulders and upsets the shore as they sway violently.

His roar is heard far across the ocean… on a pirate ship, you wake up from a nap in your makeshift prison and a shudder runs along the captain’s spine.

“What been that, Cap’n?”

“... It’s probably nothing, maybe a clap o’ thunder. Get aft to work, lad.”

[hugsandchaos]

The Dannypocalypse

I don’t know how to photoshop yet, so this will be my first contribution to the Dannypocalypse instead! It’s unfortunately very short compared to my usual work. I think I did a good job despite it, though! Hope you enjoy!

Actual Summary: Warriors has what he believes to be the weirdest nightmare, Danny is confused.

Word count: 1,919

The first thing Warriors noticed waking up was the lack of the smell of cooking food. That, along with routinely having to get up almost before he even realized he was awake when he was captain, helped him push himself to wakefulness almost instinctively. He didn’t pay much attention to that small part of his mind still trying to put up a fight and get him to go back to sleep. It’s lost for years, and it won’t win this time. Although he felt a little bit heavier than usual. Warriors rubbed the gunk out of his eyes before stretching his arms above his head.

He slowly stood up and opened his eyes to see Wild, Wind, and Four huddled together with their backs facing him. Looking around, Warriors couldn’t see anyone else. The clearing they’d set up camp in was vacant aside from him, the three heroes, and the pot. The forest was also oddly quiet, and it was much later in the day. Maybe closer to lunch than breakfast. The realization made a part of his subconscious panic and think that any moment now, he’d be scolded badly, like back in training.

All these things were off and didn’t make much sense. How did he sleep in that late? Or not notice the others leaving? And if the fire was burning, why couldn’t he smell the smoke? He walked towards the three heroes who were probably looking at the ingredients that hadn’t been cooked yet. Maybe they were deciding what to actually cook. Interrupting was usually rude, but Warriors had to know.

“Hey, where are the others?” He asked. The three of them turned around to face him in unison, and to say that Warriors was startled by what he saw would be an understatement.

Where there should’ve been their faces, Danny’s face had replaced them. They all held the same expression, something akin to irritation or semi-controlled anger. Like the expression was asking “Did you really just do that?”. It was wrong. Very wrong. Not only their face, but also their hair was exactly like Danny’s. The unnatural sight was more scary to Warriors than it should’ve been. He’s felt true fear before, fear that erased everything else in his mind until there was nothing left except his internal voice screaming at him to run, and this was pretty close to it.

The sense of dread that came from seeing someone’s face on a person it didn’t belong to made him feel like he was frozen in place. His mind screamed at him to run, to get away from whatever was happening, but he couldn’t.

The three of them stood up. That was the push Warriors needed to finally move his legs and take a step back, then another. Another step back, and the three heroes took one towards him. Even though they weren’t holding any weapons or a shield, that was enough to make Warriors finally turn his heel and break out into a sprint in the opposite direction. Not towards any specific destination, just away from whatever he’d just seen.

Why did they have the new kid’s face?! How did that happen?! It hadn’t even looked like some mask, it was like their very heads were replaced as soon as they turned around. Where was the original? Where were the others? Maybe they knew something.

The worst thing was even though the captain was going as fast as he could, he felt like he was going at a snail’s pace, and it was terrifying. One glance behind him showed the three abominations running after him, still bearing the same expression. The forest seemed to go on for quite a while before he broke out into a large field he remembered passing through with everyone earlier. Standing by a tree in the shade were the silhouettes of three people.

Warriors could see the outlines standing out against the sunlight covered grass behind them, but for some reason, he couldn’t make out who they actually were. One of the shapes looked like Sky with the cape, but the other two were more difficult. Regardless, he sprinted towards them.

“Hey! Sky?! Is that you?!” Warriors asked, sounding more panicked than he would’ve liked, but he felt like he couldn’t help it. The three of them stepped into the light. Sky, Legend, and Hyrule all had Danny’s face and hair instead of their own.”No, it’s not!” Warriors said, answering his own question. He turned to the left and bolted across the plains, still feeling as if he was moving incredibly slow. It was like he was watching everything ahead inch closer through glass goggles.

Still, seeing his friends’ faces replaced with the new kid’s face was unnaturally horrifying, especially when they’re chasing him without opening their mouths to take steady breaths so they could keep going while Warriors feels like he’s suddenly running low on breath. It only got worse when he suddenly found himself re-entering the forest and running along a skinny dirt path. That wasn’t the bad part, though. The bad part was Time sitting on a small boulder to the right of the path. Just like the other six, he too wore Danny’s face.

“Shit!!” Warriors exclaimed as he ran past. Time watched him pass by before Warriors heard the sound of heavy armor starting to move, and he knew that he was about to chase him as well. It only fueled Warriors’ fear even further, pushing him to run past his limits, and that’s just what he did.

The dirt path led him to a spirit spring like the one in Kakiriko village, surrounded by very tall rocky walls consisting of red and orange colors. On the other side, the water turned to grass to support a fence. A fence encasing several Ordonian goats like in Twilight’s drawings along with Twilight himself, petting the goats like there was nothing wrong.

Warriors had his doubts about him being okay and not having Danny’s face, but he had to try. He must know what was going on!

The water splashed loudly as Warriors ran into the shallow lake. Soon, seven pairs followed behind him. The way the water turned from a clear liquid into solid green grass as he grew closer was definitely abnormal. There should be at least sand between them!

He lunged over the fence when he grew close enough, ducking into a roll and standing up quickly.“Twilight! Thank goodness!” Warriors exclaimed. He started to slow down a little as he grew closer to the ranch hand.”Listen, there’s something—“ He stopped talking when Twilight turned around to reveal that he also had Danny’s face instead of his own. Warriors immediately started running again somewhere to the right, and Twilight’s footsteps following behind him never sounded so scary.

He jumped over the fence on the other side of the plain and kept running now on solid ground as fast as his legs could go, and he even did all he could to push them past that. The way the rocky canyon surrounding the spring opened up on the other side to reveal more open space and green grass didn’t make sense. How was he back on the plains?

He’d seen the map had Twilight shown them of his Hyrule, but trying to reach into his memories and get a clear image of it was very difficult. He was running blindly through a world he wasn’t familiar with, and it was one of the worst positions to be in. Warriors continued running through the forest until he spotted a castle in the distance.

Yes! The castle town! He was sure he’d find help there from the guards!

Warriors kept going as fast as he could, fast enough to make part of him tell him to slow down or he’d trip and hit the ground that was slowly becoming white bricks, but he refused to listen. Especially when that small part of him was outvoted by the rest of him. He ran over a wooden bridge going over a river and past the open, unguarded entrance. Once he was inside and saw the crowd, his eyes widened in horror. He forced himself to stop so suddenly that he almost fell.

Every single person, young and old, tall and short, wore Danny’s face. And they were looking right at him.

Warriors turned around to try to get out and get somewhere else, but he stopped when he saw his friends right at the entrance he’d passed mere seconds ago. They formed a wall and blocked him from leaving.

How did they get there so fast?!

The captain frantically looked around. The crowd was slowly closing in on him, but it felt like he only had seconds to do something or some terrible fate would claim him as its next victim. No matter where he turned, the weird Danny-faced-not-Dannys would be blocking any exit. He didn’t want to do this, but seeing no other option, Warriors tried to reach back for his sword. But his hand clasped over thin air. He turned around. He’d forgotten it back at the camp.

Before he could turn back to look ahead, a hand grabbed at his left shoulder.

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Warriors startled awake and inhaled sharply as he sat up. For a while, the world was concealed by several black, fuzzy looking dots, but those soon faded away to allow room for what was actually in front of him. At the same time, he became dizzy when he sat up too fast, so he didn’t process whatever was said to him or even notice it until it was repeated.

“Are you okay?” A voice asked.

Warriors quickly turned to see Twilight knelt down next to him. Warriors felt swarmed with relief when he saw that he had his normal face again, black marking and all. He couldn’t help but breathe out a small sigh as the tension from expecting to see Danny’s face unnaturally plastered on the ranch hand’s head again vanished. He never thought he’d be so happy to see someone wearing a face that was their own.

It was then that Warriors registered the hand on his left shoulder. It was all a dream.

Twilight looked worried as he anticipated an answer.

Warriors took a moment to look around the campsite, just to be sure. Sure enough, everyone had their normal faces. Time, Wind, Wild, Hyrule, Legend, Four, all of them. They were already awake and talking while Wild worked on breakfast. Warriors lifted his arm and put his head in his hand. Twilight still had his hand on his shoulders to try to comfort him.“I think I just had the weirdest nightmare of my life.” Warriors admitted, half muttering it in slight disbelief.

Even though he wasn’t in actual danger in the dream and he was awake now, the fear for his life still lingered in the back of his mind. None of Danny-look-alikes had really threatened him, but the way they kept following him and eventually had him surrounded with the only way out seeming to be with his sword was terrifying.

“Really? What was it about?”

Warriors practically jumped out of his seat and turned to look at Danny. The only one with his face, the way it should be. The hoard of Danny’s flashed in Warrior’s mind as he stared at the teen now with slight distrust.”I’ve got my eye on you.” Warriors said, before he even realized it. Danny, the real one, just looked at him confused.

Bonus:

Danny: *glancing between the other Links, then back at Warriors, utterly confused* What did I do???

(I hardly ever write dreams, but I remember some of mine pretty often, so I tried using some of the themes I’d encounter along with some tips I looked up. Obviously, I used the whole “somehow running very slowly” thing, and since Warriors wasn’t familiar with Twilight’s world yet, and dreams are often mixtures of reality, memories, and imagination, I didn’t think I had to make sure the story went along with the map. I also tried to find some middle ground between not being very descriptive and not giving any description of the dream surroundings.)

[another-lost-mc]

Karasu would definitely cheer mc up after like a bad day.

The bar is in hell right now. A comfy bed would solve so many problems right now.

Would he stand up for mc if he saw someone like yelling at them? Like at class or work?

Crow king deserves to go crazy just once...as a treat...

a/n: he can be protective when he needs to be. no one messes with his mate loved ones.

protectiveness | karasu x reader

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cw: implied bullying; thoughts of violence and dubious behaviour.

if he realizes that someone's harassing you for any reason, he's by your side in an instant, tucking you behind him slightly to shield you with his own body. his aura, normally mild and soothing, crackles with something dangerous. his blood-red irises swirl and flare with anger; perhaps if you didn't know him, you would fear him when he's like this.

"do we have a problem here?" he asks quietly, but his normally soft voice is sharp like the deadliest blade. the other demon stands down, the wise choice, and flees.

(he's grateful that you didn't have to witness the violence he's capable of. his fingers twitch at his side and part of him regrets letting them escape unscathed.)

his wings envelop you once he's led you somewhere quiet. he traces your jaw lightly with his fingertips before he cups your cheeks in his palms. your body is unharmed but he stares into your eyes like he's trying to peer into your soul. he's saddened by the traces of fear and anger and doubt that still linger there, but he can see gratitude and love start to bleed into your expression as you start to relax. his feathers are ticklish against your skin and his chest is warm and strong when you lean against him, breathing in time with the heartbeat beneath your ear.

home is only a short flight away. he pampers you and he's more clingy than usual, reluctant to leave your side even for a moment. he does everything he can think of to make you feel better, and for the rest of the day all of his energy and focus is dedicated to you.

once you're sleeping comfortably, tucked into bed and buried beneath the most luxurious blankets and the softest pillows, he slips away. he closes his office door so he doesn't wake you, then he sits at his computer and does what he does best. there's so much information available with a few keystrokes. it doesn't take long to find the name of the demon that hurt you, and if he wanted to, he could easily find all their secrets. if he were more impulsive, he could ruin that demon's reputation and make their life miserable. it's tempting, but he resists the urge—barely—and returns to your side instead. he misses you.

he slips back into bed as if he never left, and he's so careful not to wake you. he rests his head on the pillow next to yours and smiles—the cute noises you make when you sleep calm him. he cuddles closer until all he can feel is the heat radiating from your body and your breath fanning lightly across his face when he nuzzles your cheek gently with the tip of his nose. the anger inside him melts away and he can relax because you're here and safe. only then does he fall asleep.

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[midnightsun-if]

How would the ROs react after a particularly bad nightmare related to them attacking MC, they wake up curled up into MC? The look MC gives them isn't one of fear or anger but instead one of concern and so much love that it's hard to look away.

Edit: Misread this and thought it meant that them attacking the MC was a nightmare… That’s my bad. 😅

Koda: He’d just curl up tighter in your arms. Beyond happy that he didn’t do that to you. Probably wouldn’t give you that much detail about what the nightmare involved, but he’d pretty much be stuck to your side the rest of the night and the following day. Just wanting to see you in the light of day, happy and unharmed. While part of himself wanted to potentially protect you from anything that may happen- as penance of a sort.

Scarlett: She’d disentangle you and go to the window, just needing a moment to get her dark thoughts back under control. Having a nightmare like that would reopen wounds that she tells herself have healed (but never have) and she’d just need to be alone, not being able to look at your face and see your concern for her. As, in that state, she’d believe she didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve your care or love, or you. Once she got some of her demons wrestled back in place, she’d return to bed and simply hold you tightly against her body. Nuzzling into the top of your head, surrounded by your scent.

Cyrus/Cyra: They’d be scared to touch you. Scared that this is just something their mind has conjured up to make them feel less guilty. You’d have to be the one to initiate contact, which they may flinch from at first, lost in their constant worries and the memories of how real their nightmare felt, but when they realize that you’re actually by their side? That you are unharmed? That they haven’t hurt you? They’d hold you close to them, mindful of the heat of their body, and simply press gentle kisses to your forehead. Silently rejoicing that they didn’t enact one of their greatest fears.

Quinn: Their eyes would flash, their wolf making an appearance, as they simply nuzzle into your neck, not wanting to talk about it, not wanting to even think about it any further, they’d simply just want to revel being in your presence. Allow themself to relax, allow their wolf to rejoice in happiness, as they give themself a moment of peace after such a harrowing night.

Caden: They’d probably flinch at first. Not believing that this was real, but they’d quickly get over that. It’d probably be one of the first times you ever see Caden truly look lost, truly not understand what’s happening. They were so sure of what happened, so sure that they had harmed you in an unforgivable way, that it’d be hard for them to look directly at you, but they’d stretch out their hand, not necessarily going into your arms, but some point of contact would help them a great deal. They’d just have to work themself up to actually holding you again— they’d have to trust themself once more.

Sloane: A lot of things would be warring inside of them. Part of them would want nothing more than to get closer. To burrow into your arms, or have you being held tightly by them, and never let go. Being close would never be close enough, and they’d simply want to be with you in that moment. Forget the horrific nightmare and get lost in you. While another part, would be screaming at them to get away. To stay as far away as they could before they harm you, one of the few good things left in their life. To go somewhere else and stay there for the time being, because that’s what you deserved. What they’d actually end up doing? Reaching out and gently cupping your cheek, hazel eyes clearly showing how happy they are to see you.

Blake: You’d probably get a sob from them before a demon-hybrid would be slammed into your body, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. They’d just be pressed as firmly as they could to you, relief being released by their cries. Nothing has ever been more sweet to them in that moment, more fulfilling than knowing that they hadn’t harmed you. That they hadn’t hurt you in a way that could have only been borne from a nightmare. They’d be so grateful that you were there with them, that they hadn’t become your literal demon. You’d have a Blake Blanket pretty much…

Reginald/Regina: They’d be shocked at first, but then a gentle smile would curl their lips, a hand reaching out to take your cheek in their palm. Their expression would be so bright with their adoration for you, and they’d simply say: “You’re okay.” Before you’d be able to respond, they’d simply roll further into your arms, nose pressed against your neck, and simply try to fall back to sleep. Content in the knowledge that their nightmare had truly just been that… a nightmare.