#that they are not in danger is his priority

[sharieb]

I’ve had this idea in my head where Non-MC goes to a university while the LIs are doing their normal jobs. There’s this playboy guy who keeps trying to hook up with us and doesn’t believe us about having a boyfriend. We try to deal with it on our own, but the LIs find out about it. How do they deal with the issue?

Taken: A Lesson in Boundaries

Setup: As a university student, you do your best to juggle between classes, study sessions, and overpriced coffee with your boyfriend's support. However, the campus playboy decided to not leave you alone. You tried to handle the situation, but in the end, the boys found out and decided to step in. Pairing: LADs x Non-MC! reader

Genre: Hurt/ Comfort (slight)

Xavier hears about it first, but not because you meant to tell him. It slips out during one of your late-night video calls.

You’re curled up on your bed, laptop balanced on your knees, venting about your day, eyes half-shut from exhaustion.

At first, Xavier just listens. His usual gentle smile fades until there’s only silence on the other end of the screen.

Inside his mind, gears start spinning fast.

Xavier doesn’t get angry often, but his protective instincts have always been sharp-edged.

Someone thought they could harass you and get away with it? Not under his watch.

He won’t confront the guy directly, no, Xavier plays smarter than that. He knows exactly how to dismantle a life digitally without leaving a trace, thanks to a certain “florist”. "His name," he asks, voice soft. Almost gentle. Almost.

You hesitate. You tell him anyway.

The next morning, that guy suddenly can’t access half his social media accounts. His private messages to other girls mysteriously leak to campus forums.

Screenshots flood group chats: every manipulative text, every skeevy pick-up line, every screenshot he'd begged to keep private.

Somehow, every embarrassing post he’s ever made ends up top of the search algorithm.

Nobody knows how it happened. Nobody can trace it. But Xavier definitely knows.

When you ask about it, Xavier just smiles through the screen, his eyes soft but unreadable, his voice smooth and low. "Told you I’d protect you,"

He murmurs, eyes shining faintly in the screen light. "Sleep well, yeah?"

You did, for the first time in weeks.

Later, Xavier upgrades all your devices without asking. New phone? Done. Laptop? Upgraded.

He installs a personalised firewall with encrypted protection layers that no one but him can access. "I named it after you,"

He says, teasing softly over video call, eyes glinting. "It’s the strongest lock I’ve made yet."

Your new student ID mysteriously gets flagged as "VIP" in campus systems.

Suddenly, you get access to the best seats in lectures, priority tech support, and an upgraded security app on your campus account, all courtesy of Xavier's quiet backend adjustments.

When you protest, he just hums, soft and smug. "This way, love, you won’t have to waste your time on idiots."

Zayne hears about it from someone else. He wasn’t even trying to get involved.

He happened to be on campus for a medical seminar, lecturing about crisis care and emergency triage, when one of your classmates mentioned it offhand. "Hey, sir, isn’t that your girlfriend that guy keeps bothering?"

Zayne doesn’t react outwardly. But inside, his mind goes cold, calculating.

There’s a quiet fury in him, one he rarely shows, but it exists for moments like this.

People who don’t understand boundaries are a danger, medically, ethically, and personally.

He thanks the student for the information and finishes his seminar without missing a beat.

But the next day, he shows up on campus again, this time under the guise of giving a guest lecture on emergency trauma care.

Midway through the talk, he pauses. His sharp, calculating eyes scan the room until they land directly on the guy. "Unwanted advances,"

 Zayne says calmly, adjusting his glasses with clinical precision, "It’s a form of harassment. If you persist in bothering someone who has clearly rejected you, you might find yourself in my clinic for reasons you won’t like."

The room falls silent. Some students shift in their seats. Zayne smiles then. But his eyes don’t, which makes the room even more unsettling.

After that, the playboy leaves you alone. Completely. He even starts avoiding the lecture halls you attend.

Later, Zayne texts you a simple message:

[Medical ethics, enforced :)]

Some time later, Zayne starts by giving you a discreet medical alert card to carry around campus.  

It isn’t tied to any official organisation, but it’s custom-made with his personal contact encrypted into the chip.

Since he’s the Chief Surgeon at Asko Hospital and their top researcher, his direct line can bypass most emergency channels. "Emergency contact? Me, obviously,"

He says, tucking it into your bag himself.

He also makes you attend a private self-defence workshop in his clinic after hours.

He walks you through every move slowly, correcting your posture with gentle hands and a small smile. "I hope you never need it."

He says quietly, hands brushing yours, "But if you do? Use it without hesitation."

Rafayel doesn’t hear about it from you directly.

He catches wind of it through his network, art students talk, and Rafayel listens when it matters.

When you confirm it over coffee, his expression doesn’t change much. He doesn’t get angry. Not visibly.

Inside, though, Rafayel feels something tighten in his chest.

You’re supposed to be safe when he’s not around. You’re supposed to enjoy your life, not be harassed by some fool who can’t take a hint.  

So, he thinks of the sharpest blade he has: his art

Instead of confronting the guy physically, Rafayel plans an exhibit.

He extends an invitation to you. One of his gallery openings is coming up, and he insists you attend.

What you don’t know is that he makes sure the guy gets an invitation, too. The theme of the night? "Unmasking Predators."

The gallery is a haunting blend of shadowed sculptures and visceral paintings.

Each piece is inspired by manipulation, coercion, and blurred consent boundaries.

The playboy shows up, looking smug, sipping champagne like he belongs there.

That smugness fades quickly. Halfway through the exhibit, he realises some of the most uncomfortable pieces feel too familiar.

Phrases he’s used before are carved into the installations. Sketches look too close to home. His own words reflected back at him, magnified and monstrous.

He leaves early, face pale.

Rafayel catches your eye after, brushing a kiss against your temple, his lips soft but his words sharper. "Art is for education, my love. Consider him schooled."

A Few days after, Rafayel sends you custom jewellery inspired by his new art series: rings, necklaces, even a bracelet.

All of them are stylish, delicate, and secretly embedded with discreet safety tech.

"Tap the stone twice if someone bothers you," he whispers, looping a silver chain around your neck. "It’ll send me your location."

The pieces become a fashion statement on campus, sparking admiration and curiosity. But only you and Rafayel know their real purpose.

He even jokes about it: "Wear my love, my angel. Literally."

You don’t tell Sylus. Someone else does. Maybe the twins. Maybe one of his informants who keeps an eye on you because, well, you belong to Sylus, whether you realise it or not.

When he hears about it, Sylus’s first instinct isn’t anger. It’s control.

Control the situation, control the threat, control the outcome.

A week later, the guy stops bothering you. Actually, he disappears from campus entirely for a while.

Rumours spread like wildfire.

Some say he was picked up for questioning by very serious people who don’t wear uniforms but definitely carry weapons.

His house gets quietly searched. His phone is confiscated for "data recovery purposes." His parents pull him out of school for a “mental health break.”

When he finally returns, he won’t even look in your direction. He crosses the street to avoid you. He even changes his schedule.

Later, during one of Sylus’s rare downtime moments, he drapes an arm over your shoulders, tugging you close. "Next time,"

He murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, voice like silk over steel, "Tell me sooner. It’s more efficient that way."

His gaze lingers, heavy with something unspoken.

You know better than to ask what he did.

Later after the ordeal subsided, Sylus quietly ensures you have a permanent shadow on campus.

You don’t see them, but you start noticing how the same barista is always on shift when you grab coffee. The same janitor happens to mop near your lecture halls. The same delivery guy waves at you from across the quad. "Consider them... friends of mine,"

Sylus says when you mention it, his smirk lazy and dangerous.

He also gifts you a sleek black card that looks like a hotel key. It isn’t.

It’s a panic card. Tap it against your phone, and someone from Onchinus will be there in less than three minutes. "No questions asked,"

Sylus murmurs, brushing your hair back.  "Use it if you need it."

Caleb notices something's off before you say a word. Your text replies get shorter. You stop hanging around campus late. You skip your usual weekly video call.

When you finally admit what’s going on, his entire demeanor shifts. His warm, teasing tone drops into something colder. His playful smile vanishes.

Inside, though, Caleb's mind is already running scenarios. He thinks of every time he failed to protect someone he loved.

He won’t let history repeat itself. "Give me his name," he says, eyes narrowing.

His voice is low, steady. Dangerous.

You hesitate, but he promises he won’t hurt him.

Technically, he keeps that promise.

A few days later, the guy receives a formal notice from Skyhaven Security. Turns out, he was unknowingly part of a campus-wide security audit.

His digital footprint? Flagged. His online activities? Monitored. His behaviour? Filed under "ethics violation review."

An ethics workshop is scheduled. Attendance mandatory. His academic advisor is copied in the report.

When you ask Caleb about it, he just grins, all calm and easy again, eyes soft but calculating. "What? I said I wouldn’t hurt him. But I never said I’d let him get away with it."

Then he pulls you into a hug, his arms warm around you, as if to remind you where you belong.

The following day, Caleb makes you memorize a set of codes and phrases. At first, you think he’s being paranoid. "Humour me," he says, soft but firm. "It’s protocol."

One phrase sends an alert to his personal device. Another one flags Skyhaven security. A third? It shuts down the nearest campus drone network and reroutes surveillance to focus on you.

He also programs your smartwatch to track your vitals in real time. If your heart rate spikes unusually, it pings him. "Not that I don’t trust you to handle yourself,"

He says with a small grin, playing with your hair,  "But now I won’t miss a thing."

[rose-maidenn]

•||A reading on your past life ||•

Pile 1-2-3

Hello Besties welcome to this new reading , choose with your intuition and take what resonates and leave the rest , thanks for waiting and i hope this readings helps you in a way I love you so so much . If you resonate please leave a comment or a feedback as it makes me so so happy.

Also This is a triggering reading so prepare yourself or read later 🫶 Sit with pop corn cause this is gonna be long.

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Pile 1 :

Hi and welcome to your reading , thank you for allowing me to read you , firstly can I give you a hug cause this is heavy sweetheart, I feel like you're such a kind soul and you're so confused as to why things are happening as they're happening but don't worry we will unroll it for you today . You were a masculine in your past life quite literally or you were someone who had a lot of masculine energy , who was bold , ambitious and strong , one of the confirmations will be south node in leo or 5th house . Some of you belonged to the middle eastern countries or any country that was heavy on family and legacy , honestly I even get a little mexican mafia family vibe ,that's so cool !!!!!

Your childhood was filled with riches and fun , your family was very much on the dangerous side but your birth brought changes , the quarrels, the violence reduced a lot due to your incoming , you saved your family so to say and this path was not so easy , because a big family comes with many people and many different perspectives , you quite literally had to fight a lot of judgement and introspection. At a point you might even have gone away from your family and then returned , they're were people who weren't your well wishers , I sense uncle and aunt energy and in this life they have reincarnated as your friend , if you want to identify them you just have to see who has stolen something from you and you will get the answer . I also get something about the Egyptian scarab as well you should read about it . Some of you in your past life might have chosen the life of a monk or an ascetic or someone who was detached from the idea of love which is so surprising because in this life you crave love so much but back then you had really different priorities and you respected yourself and the other person enough to not pursue that but on the other hand some of you did have a breakthrough later in life , whoever this person was who caused the thaw of your heart was a mercury dominant person .

One of your main obstacles was your overthinking and even in this life you suffer from it , this is a controversial suggestion but trust me don't read or listen too many predictive stuff okay , focus on the present , affirm positive things , believe that you create your reality . Another obstacle was shame and guilt , you had done something that wasn't so accepted by the society and you beat yourself up so much because of that , this could be one of that reasons why you turned to be a monk . Your achievements in your previous life time was influence and flamboyance, you were quite literally the queen bee or the literal queen or the princess of your community, you served them and some of you also later turned to be an oracle whoever chose to be stern in the path of the ascetic . You were jovial and you lifted spirits up so much so you were really loved among your community until the fall i mentioned when I spoke about in your obstacles . Spiritually the card from my deck is of Yemaya so some of you could be her devotee , or the devotee of a water God/ Goddess like Aphrodite , Laxmi , Apah. On the other hand from my other deck it showed that some of you believed in the power of nature and healing through nature as nature was your mother , you practiced salutations to the sun and sang hymns to the sun , danced and rejoiced with your community and we're very centred in your beliefs . You also taught a lot of people to be confident in their own practice and continue to do so even in this life .

You died a happy death I don't see violence , either you died alone as a monk or you died with your disciples or family , the energy is that you were peaceful during death , you overcame most of the patterns that hurt you .

The main lesson you learned in your past life was that of the act of leaving , to understand when to leave , when to desert and when to choose yourself . As humans we oftentime stay stuck in the same cycles because we are scared of what will happen if we get off the leash , but your last life you learned this lesson. The karma you brought forward in this life was that since some of you feel very null or feel as if life or existence itself is like a void , you feel as if you have problems in creativity or you're not intellectual enough or you can't talk that well in the public , this is due to the shame you still carry regards to the general public , you thought you healed it in the past life but you just repressed it , this manifests as fear of being seen in this life . Your past life purpose was to create an identity beyond your primary care givers , a detached persona beyound the people in your life , to immerse yourself in art and acquire knowledge and skills and share your knowledge.

Your current life takeaway is to be quick in your actions and decisions , to do what your heart wants as fast as you can . They say creativity is like a bird you have to catch it and in this life your takeaway is to catch it , understand your patterns and shadow and release it . Nurture yourself like you are your own mother and take care of yourself like you're a child . Another takeaway is to connect to your soul family and find a community or tribe , when you overcome your fear of being seen the community will appear in front of you . You will be seen, heard and loved . All the best 🩷

Pile 2:

Hi and welcome to your reading , thank you for allowing me to read you , before I even started reading i got the energy that some of you were war veterans or doctor in your past life , the other energies here are that of a brave warrior , princess/lady in high society , and this is an interesting reading so get ready for a ride .

Firstly you were a female or with feminine essence , which coincides with then nurturing energy of a doctor and the vision I received , the vision was of a nurse or doctor tying a bandage on a child , in this case you can be either of the two parties , the child who suffered in war or the nurse who grieved the losses everyday . In this lifetime you're a truly sensitive person , you cry for kids , you feed dogs and people mistake this sensitivity for a weakness but you're truly an intelligent soul .one thing about you was in past life you were someone who was very stable and someone who was tranquil and could handle situations . Some other words I get about you are cholera epidemic and shock therepy, which might result in your have nervous system issue or a weak nervous system in this life .

Moving on as a child you were really outspoken, you broke norms , one interesting fact about some of you is , your parents in the past was suffering or in distress that they aren't conceiving but then they were blessed with you , I get that it was through the worship of a solar deity and they guide you this life as well , you were quite a loner and always in their own zone , your communication was clear and you used to read a lot of books and we're good with education in general, you never dimmed your light and you never adjusted which made you a local lore and center of attraction in your community , all of this gave you quite a breaking childhood , you were really lonely tho .

When it comes to your family they weren't the best ones , they didn't believe in family bonding much they were the caregivers they gave you food but not emotional care , but the thing is they were so busy as well , they couldn't even care for themselves , always either travelling or moving away , but you did have a motherly or god mother figure who took ample care of you . They created a safe space for you and a home that you could run to when you felt that the world was too much , this is eerie but this motherly figure will meet you in this life in the form of a pet , prominently a cat .

When it comes to relationships they were healthy , this person loved you so much , remember there is a theory that states the moles in your body indicate where your lover kissed you most and you do have a lot , they might be in a nurturing field as well or be a landlord , they were interested in gardening or were into teaching . They were truly a mirror of your energy and your love felt like devotion in true sense , really pure and beautiful energy .

The obstacles in your previous life was that you never connected to your purpose of a revolution, you wanted to go against norms you wanted to revolt against evil people but you were scared , but you were silence , but your truth was hidden , you took money for your silence for some of you . In this life you feel creatively blocked because of that . Some of you are actually starseeds lyrian or Arcturian . You were so into nurturing others but you didn't nurture yourself . I channel the song army dreamers so strongly btw.

Your achievement was that you were the people's princess , a high land lady , a queen , a succesful warrior , a nurturing women good at what she does , a great teacher or a nurturing protective housewife . You empowered people in a passive way as a housewife . But if you were a successful warrior for some of you , it was in your later life , i lowkey get mulan vibes , the people's princess or landlady or queen that you became was because of the love you had for your people, you were benevolent and an energy giver a time giver . You were a good disciple , a learner . You learnt how to say no to people in later life and gave good guidence .

Your spirituality was of shinto , buddhism , catholic, Russian or sumerian , you believed in redemption and cried for people in a way , you prayed for the winners and the sinners , you might have been very interested in Baba Yaga, or worshipped a fire deity , you were born by the blessings of a solar deity I stated earlier so they still guide you , I channel Apollo energy . Some other energies you might have worshipped were feminine like Hera , Parvati , Radha and Hanuman as well as a masculine deity . In your later life you might have changed religion or become religious and you went through a spiritual awakening. Once in your past life some of you underwent an episode of possession.

Your death happend during a war for some of you , you lived a fairly good life and died with honour , as a serve to your country or war . For the others of you emotionally you suffered too much and in a way that led to your unfortunate demise , sickness could be the reason as well you could surpass the sickness but you gave up mentally , hugs to you sweetheart.

Lessons learnt are of carefulness in this life and the fact that you will loose opportunities if your timings are wrong , you have to choose your mission is another life lesson, don't avoid your mission every soul has one tap into yours. Another lesson learnt is of intuition and how to use it well . You learnt how to be wise but also in a playful mode and learnt how if you're not rooted in yourself people places and energies will drain you .

The karma you brought forth came from lost desires of your soul , you wanted to live more , experience more but you couldn't, this life calls for you to enjoy in your own accord . For the others of you in the war , if someone died through you , this life you will nurture them and release their karma . For the others you're born with a guiding spirit as in your past life you nurtured people a lot in this life you will too which will make you study medical fields and teach people . You past life purpose was to understand people and patterns and overcome them and have self belief . Your current life takeaway is simple that you're the master of your own fate and the captain of your own soul remember that and move with grace , you can do what you want your destiny is in your hands , stay blessed and look for signs like feathers and lanterns , keep a peacock feather in your room and honour your inner child and higher self 🩷.

Pile 3 :

Hi and welcome to your reading , thank you for allowing me to read you , You were of the masculine gender or with masculine energy , big dreamer energy and someone who was well liked among their peers the star , the charmer . I also channel the energy of heardsman , farmer , witch , oracle , odd but you used to love brewing tea and arranging flowers such a Japanese vibe.

You had a good childhood one that screams dance with the abyss, one could say you lived in utopia and bliss , you were mostly oblivious and didn't know about the harshness of the world mostly guarded and protected, you know one thing is that you were kept safe from the dangers of the society , there could be bad people conspiring against you or your family . For some of you you almost died when you were young due to falling from a height or due to someone conspiring. You were the first born and you brought so much joy into your family , from a young age you were a truth teller or a fortune teller and as a child you had strong psychic qualities . Some of you could even see ghosts .

You had a good family life , but it was really disciplined, you had to work a lot , had to go through famine at a point , practice regular religious or societal customs , one thing is that your family had seen both richness and poorness so it made you very strong inna way . They were people who believed that one should go for what their soul truly wants but often failed to stick with their own ideals , you eventually had to establish boundaries as they started to project their traumas and things that brought them backward onto you so you were seperated for a while , they weren't bad people , they just didn't know better and you forgave them .

You had meaningful and fruitful relationships , a loving sweet family , you had children and then grandchildren, shared stories , baked goodies , shared happiness and pain and passed down magical teachings and healing techniques . Your lover loved you so much and learnt so much from you , you had a healed heart chakra and it was brimming with love , you both filled each other's cups so lovingly and gave each other spiritual and divine knowledge . You both came and set an example for the society about how a relationship and how love should be and it was so beautiful for everyone to see and even if no one saw it you were really kind and that's all that mattered.

Your obstacles were tampered protection, when you lived you always lived in the fear of famine of the fear of being attacked , the fear that your resources will fall short , that you will have to give extra taxes , that bigotry of the rich will eat you up . For the others of you , you struggled to juggle between responsibilities and for the others you might have compromised your morals for an adverse situation .

Your achivement was that eventually you came out of that situation and lived a life where either you were emotionally extremely fulfilled and we're in absolute love and for the others you had so much resources , like I was telling you about the compromise of morals in the obstacles , this lead to the achievement and even tho it felt like you had achieved something it always felt like at what cost . You were the epitome of ask and you shall get it , you lept without overthinking and that is why universe blessed you with so much and you could transform your adverse situations into something fruitful. Eventually in your later life you became a person who lived with truth and was a person who believed in kindness but also violence .one of the main patterns that harm you to this day is guilt , self doubt and unreasonable fear.

Spiritually you belonged to a tribe that gave sacrifices to the deity , you may have been a Rishi who did yagyas . You belonged to Aztec , Hindu , zorastriann, Roman etc .You believed that the way to God requires sacrifice and this sacrifice could be anything , you were disciplined enough and did practice sadhana regularly , if you're worshipping some deity in this life it's most probable that you worshipped them in your past life too. You might have worshipped Zeus , Brahma , Saraswati , Athena, Murugan , Bhairav . You also might have practiced Tantra or even the marg of krishna bhakti .you believed in spirituality through actions of daily life.

You died an accidental death or were stabbed , you might have some marks in this life as well . You died due to a conspiracy . As you were getting so forward in your spiritual journey or gaining so much wealth people were after your money and resources and the thing they did was conspire against you to get your resources or supress your spiritual influence and gifts . Some of you knew when you would die and we're prepared . For a small percentage of you , you commited s*****e and because of that you might suffer from fear of death , abandonment and the fear of being lost .

The lesson you brought forward was that , you shouldn't be swayed by every little thing that comes forth and you should be grounded in what you have , that you should dream but you should be careful as most of the things that excite you can be false as the world is a palace of mirages one should be careful of the depths for the depths are beautiful but deadly . You also became a cautious and detailed oriented person in this life , you were careful as to not hurt yourself and your loved ones. The karma you brought forth was of doing things the right way , you have done some mistakes sacrificed some people for personal gain , been a harbinger of chaos knowingly or unknowingly and in this life you will cleanse them through your worship in pure forms , only your heart will guide you and your devotion will put you in place , be rooted in your practice and pray daily . Your past life purpose was to be a highly knowledgeable witch or oracle or priestess or an old grandma and you paved the knowledge of your clans and brought forth fertility to your lands . For some of you , you could have been a scientist.

The current life takeaway is to live your current life with ultimate truth and expression of your true self , you might be a sun dominant , check the placement of your sun as it's very essential to your purpose. Connect to your ancestors and connect to the knowledge of your soul . For some of you this life is great for your spiritual growth as a Shiv bhakt . You will have to remember in this life to not compromise your values and what you know and give openly to people and help as much as you can , this will cleanse your karmas and bridge you to higher living . I'm genuinely so so proud of you , have a blessed life , eat oranges and wear beautiful dresses you wanted this in your past life 🩷.

Thanks and have an amazing time ahead 🧡

[violetcamryn]

HIII snotlout request 4 u here..😈 maybe like reader whos like friendly but lowkey crazy (like for example when putting out the fires she got on 1 of the wild dragons before falling into snotlouts arms or something cough cough) has a skrill or something and like maybe she rambles and stuff but like shes serious and heroic and other cool things when she needs to be but shes lowkey the village weird girl but still cool kind of cause she hangs out w the cool kids and like bffs with astrid & ruffnut (and the others ofc but those two r her 4lifers) or something😛 SORRY I RAMBLED I JUST THINK THIS IDEA WOULD BE SO CUTE AND UR THE BEST SNOTLOUT WRITER IVE SEEN

HEHEHE I LOVE THIS IDEA. also thank u for the kind words, your support means a lot 🥹 Anyway strap in, Snotlout fic incoming

“CRAZY FOR YOU”

Part 1

Pairing: Snotlout Jorgenson x weird girl!reader

Warnings: Swearing

AN: pov the first gif is Snotlout watching reader do something dangerous (he thinks it’s hot asf) . Also this is just pt.1, i’ll make a pt.2 later

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You had somehow made your way onto one of the rooftops, and were now putting out fires with nothing but a bucket in hand.

Tuffnut and Ruffnut were cheering you on as you haphazardly slid down from one of the rooftops.

You hadn’t even paid any attention to the little “fire brigade” crew below, because your priorities were not about showing off— you simply didn’t want to be subjected to yet another two weeks of rebuilding the village because they let it burn down…AGAIN.

It was honestly slightly disturbing how calm you were under pressure. Casually travelling along the rooftops & whistling a tune, while the village was quite literally up in flames. You had heard mumbling in the dining hall about how you “must have a screw loose” or something, but you had never paid it any mind because you got the job done better than that silly “fire brigade”.

As you finished putting out the last of the embers on the rooftop, you heard something whiz past your ear. Then a large “THUMP”.

You had a bad feeling that something had just joined you on the rooftop.

With all the fires extinguished, it was too dark to see what had made the noise. You slowly backed towards the edge of the rooftop, careful not to travel too close to the edge.

You strained yourself trying to see what it was, but the moment you could make out the large dragon-like shape with two beady eyes staring straight at you, the dragon’s tail had knocked your feet right out from under you.

You tumbled backwards over the side of the roof, and accepted that you couldn’t do anything except brace for impact.

But the impact didn’t feel like hitting solid pavement should feel like.

No, it almost felt like falling on top of something with arms…

“Oh Gods, no” you whispered under your breath when you realized— you had fallen directly into Snotlouts arms. He had been putting his water bucket away when he heard the thump on the roof above, and he had looked up just in time to see you falling.

“You should be more careful, Princess” He said as he held you above the ground. His hair was all sweaty and his face was covered in soot from putting out the fires, but you still noticed the huge grin he had on.

You quickly slid out of his arms and dusted yourself off. “Don’t call me princess” you told him as quickly as you could gather your thoughts.

“Thanks for catching me though” You quickly added, when you noticed he looked like a kicked puppy after he didn’t get the praise he was hoping for.

Sure, you had just fallen from the top of a building and probably would’ve broken some bones if he hadn’t been there to catch you, but it’s not like it would be the first time.

“You know, if you don’t want saving next time, just let me know” Snotlout said, as he stared at the ground looking defeated.

You could tell he was hoping for more of an I-just-rescued-the-damsel-in-distress type of response, so you made sure to show your appreciation.

“I really am thankful, Snotlout. It’s just that i fell off of a rooftop and landed in a man’s arms. I mean give a girl a break” You joked lightly.

You saw him lighten up a bit, and a small smile crept across his face as he realized you did actually appreciate his act of heroism.

“Thank you, Snotlout”, you made sure to mention once more.

“Anytime, princess”, he said back with a wink. The nickname just earned him an eye roll from you, and you started to walk back to your hut.

When you arrived back to your hut, you were so thankful it was one of the few unaffected by the fires tonight. Roof still intact, door still on its hinges, thank the gods.

You quickly got undressed and hopped into the shower to wash off. Putting out fires was never an easy job and you always had soot stains to show for it.

After you had finished your shower, you hopped into your bed and fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillow.

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The next morning, you made your way to the centre of the village, but you didn’t go to eat breakfast with everyone else. You usually spend the mornings picking flowers and hanging them up to dry, much to the amusement of the other vikings.

You had no particular reason to be collecting this many flowers every morning, and you heard talk about how people thought it was so peculiar.

After your morning flower “ritual”, you made your way to join the others in the arena. Today you would be teaching flying lessons to the younger vikings.

Until today, you hadn’t given your dragon the proper debut she deserved.

She was a Skrill, a very hard dragon to train. But somehow you had gained her trust almost immediately. Now, you were nearly inseparable. However, you were still nervous to bring her to the arena, because you had only ever flown with her alone.

Luckily you knew you wouldn’t be the only one teaching today. Snotlout and Astrid would be helping too.

You and Astrid were close as close can be, she was your ride or die. She was the only other person to have met Zapper (your dragon) already. She had tried to convince you to bring her into the arena sooner, but you were still a bit nervous.

On your way to the arena, you stopped and collected Zapper from her stable. You had debated just walking with her to the arena, but you decided riding her there would be the best way to introduce her.

As you flew into the arena, you could hear gasps from the younger vikings, and you could see fingers pointing towards you. You slowly guided her down to the middle of the arena, and hopped off.

That’s when you noticed a certain someone who had his eyes practically glued to your every move.

Snotlout had overheard that you had some dangerous interesting dragon choices, but he had not imagined that you would pick a Skrill of all dragons to be yours.

His eyes were trained on you as you walked over to him, and stopped beside him. Astrid stood beside the two of you, eager to get the lesson started.

After listening to Snotlout ramble on about “Hookfang” this and “extremely dangerous” that, you eventually were able to teach some of the younger vikings about Zapper and before you knew it, the anxiety you had felt earlier was gone.

Zapper did amazing, and the kids loved her.

The lesson was over before you knew it.

You sauntered over to Astrid and bumped her lightly on the shoulder.

“My house? I’ve got so much to talk to you about and we didn’t get a chance to hangout yesterday” you said.

“Sure! I’ll meet you there, I just have to stop at home and feed Stormfly” she replied.

“Sounds good, I’ll see you soon!” you said as you made your way over to Zapper.

As you climbed onto her back, you noticed that, yet again, Snotlout was watching you like a hawk.

You thought almost nothing of it until he flew Hookfang right over to where you and Zapper had been waiting.

“So, you wanna tell me how you got your hands on such an exotic dragon?” he inquired.

“Um, she kind of just showed up? I don’t know, I was out in the mountains and I came home with a dragon” you responded with a shrug.

He looked extremely surprised.

“So you’re telling me, you just happened to come home with one of the most mysterious and feared dragons listed in the manual…by accident?” he asked.

“I mean, I guess so” you replied without giving it a second thought.

“Anyways, see ya later” you said before giving Zapper the cue to leave.

Snotlout tried to say something before you left, but you were gone before the words made it out of his mouth.

You arrived home and quickly tidied up before Astrid came over. You had mentioned she should bring Ruffnut too, if she saw her on her way over.

You gathered up your scattered belongings, which consisted of multiple notebooks, pencils, and books. You shoved them onto the shelf and continued to clean.

After a short while, Astrid and Ruffnut appeared in the doorway.

“Brought snacks” Ruffnut said with a smile. She was holding up two raw fish and some nuts. You chuckled to yourself about her weird snack choices, and told her to throw them in the pot to cook.

Astrid walked over to you after a moment.

“You know…I saw you and Snotlout chatting earlier” she said.

“Yeah he was asking me about Zapper and I was-“

“No I mean like, he seemed really interested in talking to you” she said with a smirk.

“You think? I mean, I didn’t notice. I thought he was just making conversation” you said as you continued to tidy.

“Trust me, Y/N, I think you should spend some more time talking with him. Who knows, maybe you’ll finally get a boyfriend”she said with a wink.

“Yeah right. There’s probably 50 other girls in this village he could choose, why the hell would he be interested in me? I know I’m a catch, but I’ve never really shown any interest in that sort of stuff” you joked

“Just trust me” Astrid replied.

You contemplated her suggestion for a moment.

“Honestly, I think that’s the craziest thing that’s come out of your mouth all morning” you said with a laugh.

“Prove me wrong then. Flirt with him, see if he’s interested, and if you prove me wrong all do your village chores for a week” Astrid said.

“Make it a month, and you’ve got yourself a deal” you replied after thinking it over.

“Deal” she said as she shook your outstretched hand.

You both giggled at the thought of your new plan, and you secretly hoped that you lost the bet, because you’d be lying if you said Snotlout wasn’t the most attractive guy in the village.

And so, the mission began — flirt with Snotlout and prove Astrid wrong…or not.

Maybe she was right, maybe you were just totally oblivious and he actually was interested in you.

Either way, you began to draft up a mental plan on just how you would find out the truth.

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this is so bad i’m sorry 😭 hopefully part two will be better

[lesbicosmos-writes]

day 7 of @painlandweek

day 7 prompt: free day

summary: edwin gets magic hiccups that get worse based on emotional responses. unfortunately for him, they overwhelm him and keep getting worse. charles tries to find a remedy

notes: saw a tumblr post about how barely anyone includes hiccups in fiction and a few hours later this fic was born! i'm kinda sad i only wrote two fics for the event this year but it's all fine because the reason for that is this week i went to italy to visit my girlfriend!! <33

also on ao3!!

the case of edwin's hiccups

“Charles, could you pass me the - Blood and Bone compendium please?” Edwin says from his place at the desk, hidden behind a pile of ancient books. He pauses strangely in the middle of his sentence.

“Uh, sure, which shelf is it on?” Charles asks, moving over to their mini library.

“Back - bookcase, three shelves - down,” he pauses again between words.

“Got it.”

Charles takes the book from the shelf and returns to the desk, dropping it on the top of Edwin’s ‘potentially helpful’ pile.

“Are you okay?” he asks, eyeing Edwin suspiciously. He notices his chest jolt slightly.

“I’m perfectly - fine, Charles.”

With every pause, his mouth closes as though trying to hold something back.

“Nah, mate, I can tell something’s wrong, what is it?”

“Nothing is-” this time, instead of a quiet pause, Edwin hiccups loudly. “I’m fine. Let’s just get on with this research before poor Emilia loses all sanity she has left.”

Edwin reaches for Blood and Bone, but Charles gets there first, stopping him.

“Charles, pl-” hic “-ease.”

“Ah, you’ve got hiccups!” Charles says, trying not to laugh.

Edwin huffs, rolling his eyes.

Charles chuckles, then his smile disappears.

“Hold on. How can ghosts get hiccups? This has never happened before to either of us.”

“I don’t know, but that really isn’t our priority right now.”

“But what if it’s dangerous? We should at least look it up. We don’t need to breathe, so that’s weird.”

Edwin looks up at him, visibly annoyed but also clearly in agreement. The worried look on Charles’s face is what ultimately convinces him.

“Fine, I’ll need Spectral Maladies.”

Charles retrieves it from the shelf. It’s one of the books they rely on often, so he knows exactly how far along which shelf he needs to go to grab it.

“Thank you,” Edwin says, opening the book to the contents page and running his finger down the alphabetised list. “H, H, H-” hic “-hiccups.”

Charles snorts back a laugh. “You hiccupped right when you said it.”

“Yes, I noticed. Now…”

Edwin skims the page, then reads aloud.

“’While very rare, ghosts can - get hiccups just like living people. Despite not breathing, the - diaphragm can still contract. In ghosts, hiccups are – not harmful. However-,’ ugh.”

“What is it?”

“’However, much like with hiccups in humans who are still living, there is no - guaranteed cure. The malady must simply be waited out until it subsides.’”

“Oh, so it’s literally just like normal hiccups,” Charles shrugs, visibly relaxing in the knowledge that Edwin isn’t at any risk of harm.

“Not entirely,” Edwin replies. “’The one thing that differentiates the living from the spectral in this case is that a ghost’s – experience is much more dependent on their emotions. Frustration and anger especially can lead the ailment to get - worse, and can lead to them persisting for longer.’”

“Right. So wait and keep calm, pretty much.”

“Yep. And there is no danger. So-” hic “-let’s continue with the case, shall we?”

Edwin closes Spectral Maladies and places it on the pile of books to his left, a stack of tomes which he has deemed unhelpful in their research on pine pixies to help save a young girl having visions of terrifying futures every time she closes her eyes.

An hour passes. The pile to Edwin’s left only gets taller – and the hiccups still persist.

Edwin has his head in his hands, a book on supernatural psychology open in front of him, desperately trying to read over a page on hallucinations; but having to reread every other line since his thought is interrupted by yet another hiccup. He huffs in frustration.

“You alright, mate?”

“These damned hiccups won’t – go away.”

“I know, but that book said they get worse with frustration, yeah? This case research probably isn’t helping.”

“It definitely isn’t, but we - need to figure out - what’s happening here - Charles.”

“Yeah we do, but don’t you think it’s time we had a break? It’s nearly 4am,” Charles says, putting the book he was reading down and pacing over to the desk.

“We don’t need - sleep, I do not see the - point in a break.”

“We need a break because-” Charles plucks the book from Edwin’s hands. “-you’re getting overwhelmed. We haven’t gotten anywhere with these books in two hours, let’s at least stop til this goes away so you can focus.”

“I suppose – you have – a point.” Edwin can barely get a word out now; his hiccups are so intense.

They move the piles of books away from the desk and onto the sofa for now, so they’re hopefully out of Edwin’s mind. Charles proposes they try some of the ways his mum used to try and help get rid of hiccups when he was a kid.

“Hold your breath, maybe?” he suggests.

“I doubt – that would work, Charles. We – don’t breathe unless we – choose to anyway. The diaphragm – would contract regardless.”

“Try?”

Edwin takes a deep breath and holds it. The hiccups still continue at the same frequency. Charles sighs.

“Never mind then. Are you still frustrated at the job, mate? They don’t seem to have calmed down at all since we put the books away.”

“No. Well – yes. But not – entirely. I always – got overwhelmed with – hiccups as a child. They’re – not a particularly - fun sensory experience.”

“Alright, let’s just focus on getting rid of them then.”

Charles hums, thinking.

“My mum always said chugging a glass of water was meant to help.”

“We can’t drink – Charles.”

“Yeah…it never worked anyway. The only other thing was…” Charles’s eyes move away from Edwin’s to look above him.

“What?” Edwin asks impatiently.

Charles doesn’t reply, just stares over the top of Edwin’s head in silence. Edwin turns to see what he’s looking at, but there doesn’t seem to be anything of note there, just the dim glow of the streetlamps below.

“Charles, what? What - else helped?”

Still, Charles doesn’t move.

“Are you-“

“RAH!” Charles suddenly shouts, leaning closer to Edwin, who jumps back a little in his seat, one hand clutching his lapel.

“Charles you scared the daylights out of me.”

“Exactly. Mum always used to try and make me jump to like, scare the hiccups away? That actually sounds stupid now that I think about it.”

“Well, maybe – there is some logic there. If – the diaphragm experiences – a sudden jolt, perhaps – it would stop – the spasms.”

“It didn’t work though, clearly.”

“Try again, perhaps.”

“But you’ll know it’s coming, it won’t work.”

Edwin huffs in frustration.

While Charles thinks, Edwin’s hiccupping only seems to get worse until eventually they’re happening so rapidly he sounds like he’s hyperventilating. One hand sits on his chest, as though somehow trying to compress them to stop them escaping.

“Hey, mate, it’s alright,” Charles comforts, putting his hand over Edwin’s on his chest.

“I – just – want – them – gone,” Edwin manages, clearly very overwhelmed. He had already taken off his jacket and vest, but now he’s also taken off his bow tie and undone the top few buttons of his shirt, as though he’s struggling for breath.

“I have one idea,” Charles says finally.

He really doesn’t want to. This isn’t how he wanted this particular thing to go, but he was at a loss, unable to think of anything else that could scare or shock Edwin that he wouldn’t be anticipating. This is the final option. Besides, he can’t leave Edwin sitting there suffering. He may not be in much pain but this is clearly affecting him as though it is, and he seems on the verge of tears.

Charles takes a deep breath, and crouches on the floor in front of Edwin’s desk chair. He moves his hand from Edwin’s chest up to his collarbone, and his other hand joins it, mimicking the comforting motions he used on the way out of Hell.

At the simple motion, the hiccups seem to slow down, and Edwin breathes deeply, focusing on the sensation. Slowing down is good, slowing down means Edwin’s less frustrated and overwhelmed. But the gentle touch wouldn’t make them go away completely.

“Right, I really wanted this to happen at a better moment but I think it’s all I have left, okay?”

Edwin nods, confusion evident on his face.

“Do you trust me?” Charles asks seriously.

“Yes.” Edwin responds immediately.

“Are you sure?”

“Always, Charles.”

Edwin has no idea what he’s expecting Charles to do. What he certainly does not expect is for Charles to lean forwards and kiss him.

Edwin gasps as their lips touch. The kiss only lasts a split second before Charles pulls back, checking Edwin’s face for signs of discomfort and further distress; he finds none.

“What-” Edwin begins.

“I’ve figured it out mate. Turns out I’m in love with you, too.”

“Really?”

Edwin can barely believe this. A moment ago, he was bordering on hyperventilating in overstimulation, and now he’s breathing just as quickly for an entirely different reason, that he could not have possibly anticipated. Charles…feels the same?

“Yeah,” Charles smiles, leaning his forehead against Edwin’s. “Proper gone for you. When I really think about it, it couldn’t be anyone else, could it?”

Edwin pushes his face further forward, capturing Charles’s lips in a second kiss. How else is he supposed to respond? His hand reaches to hold Charles’s face, pulling him in as close as possible as their lips begin to part and the kiss deepens.

Edwin had dreamed about this moment for so long, but he couldn’t have predicted the true feeling of Charles’s mouth moving against his own. It was infinitely more than the kiss with Monty: he could feel the warmth of Charles’s skin, his breath on his face each time they momentarily parted, the slight roughness of Charles’s chapped lips. It’s clumsy, but it’s soft, and it’s perfect.

Eventually, they pull away, looking into each other’s eyes and smiling widely.

“Well,” Charles says, a little breathless. “Looks like that worked.”

“Worked?” Edwin is equally out of breath.

“You’re not hiccupping anymore, mate.”

Oh. Charles is right. His chest is calmer, the ache within it beginning to fade away. He is able to focus properly on more things around him – his notebook open on the desk in front of him; the pile of books dropped onto the sofa; Charles’s hand on the back of his neck, gently running through his hair. He is no longer overwhelmed by the feeling of his chest spasming, now only by the love and shock of what just happened between him and the grinning boy in front of him.

“Oh. It appears not.” He says simply. Then one corner of his mouth moves upwards into a slight knowing smirk. “Well, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to continue…just to be absolutely certain this cure has worked.”

He can’t help it. He’s been given one of the things he has been both wanting for months and simultaneously trying desperately not to want. Now he has it, he’s insatiable. He misses Charles’s kiss already, and it’s only been seconds since they parted.

“Oh, definitely,” Charles agrees, nodding with enthusiasm. “It’s a proper investigation, innit?”

“Precisely,” Edwin replies, tugging Charles back in by his chain necklace and causing a quiet yelp to escape his throat before being muffled by Edwin’s lips.

“This better not happen again, the hiccups thing,” Charles says when they move apart once more.

“Why?”

“Well, I don’t think I’ve got anything else that’s enough to shock you out of them,” he laughs.

“It wouldn’t hurt to attempt this tried and tested method again, I wouldn’t think,” Edwin raises one eyebrow slightly.

“Yeah? Who would’ve thought, snogging as a cure for hiccups.”

“It’s certainly not mentioned in Spectral Maladies. Although, I may add it in as a footnote. Just in case.”

“’Course.”

Edwin stands up from his desk chair, purposefully brushing past Charles on his way to grab the book from the sofa. He brings it back, sits back down and opens it to the page on ghost hiccups. He takes his pen and jots a note in the bottom corner of the page:

Approved methods of remedy:

- Kissing 

Smiling to himself, he drops the pen back into the inkwell and looks up at Charles. He still can’t quite comprehend what has been established in the last few minutes.

“Are you…certain? About your feelings for me?” he asks, just to be sure; just because he wants to hear it again.

“Absolutely certain.”

“Because…you know you don’t have to return my affections. I am perfectly fine with our relationship continuing to be strictly platonic,” Edwin reassures.

He hopes Charles knows that his confession had not been intended as an expectation.

“Mate, do you really think our relationship has ever been ‘strictly platonic’?” Charles laughs.

He does have a point.

“Well, I will admit we’re not exactly your average pair of close friends.”

Would normal friends be able to live with one another every day and night for thirty-four years? Would normal friends run from Death herself together for eternity? Would normal friends literally go to Hell for one another? Edwin doubts it.

“That’s an understatement,” Charles says. “I, uh, I talked to Crystal about it, since she seemed to notice we were a bit weird right when she met us.”

“And what did she say?”

“She kinda suggested something to me that made me rethink everything. She said maybe the reason I didn’t think I was in love with you was because I didn’t have a crush.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, in my mind, romantic relationships kinda always go down the route of: you meet someone, you develop romantic feelings, then you get together. Or if you’re friends first, there’s a big moment where it hits you that there’s something else there. I never felt that with you. But I guess the reason I never noticed it was because there wasn’t one moment. It’s happened so gradually I was never even aware of it.”

“I suppose not everyone gets thirty years for their relationship to develop.”

“Exactly. So I guess instead of having an oh shit I’m in love with my best friend moment, after your confession I kind of had an oh shit I’ve beenin love with my best friend for years moment. It was…a lot.”

“Well, this certainly is an unexpected development.”

“I’m just sorry I made you wait. I fully realised a month or so after we got back from America but I was trying to plan something proper special. And, well, apparently ghost hiccups count as special enough.”

“I would have waited an eternity for you, Charles Rowland, if it meant I could have this,” Edwin confesses, taking Charles’s hand in his own. “And even if I couldn’t, I would wait still. Your mere presence is worth everything to me.”

Charles doesn’t know how to respond to that, can’t respond, so he does the only thing he can: lunges forward to kiss his partner yet again, this time much more intensely and passionately, one leg lifting to kneel beside Edwin’s thigh on his chair. He holds Edwin’s face in his hands as he all but devours him, Edwin’s own hands moving to grab his waist, gripping tightly in a way Charles wholeheartedly believes he could get drunk on. Edwin gasps into his mouth, and that only spurs him on more.

The moment is suddenly broken when the front door to the office bursts open, and Crystal enters.

“Hey guys, how- Jesus Christ!” she shrieks upon spotting the boys practically on top of each other on Edwin’s desk chair.

She covers her eyes dramatically. Charles carefully lifts himself off Edwin, desperately holding back laughter.

Edwin clears his throat, attempting to fix his collar.

“Good morning, Crystal.”

“Hey,” Charles says, grinning.

“Can I uncover my eyes now?” Crystal asks.

“Yeah, yeah, we were just kissing don’t panic.”

“Good,” she says, taking her coat off and hanging it up beside the door.

She walks over to Charles, a knowing smile on her face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were planning something?”

She hits him lightly on the arm.

“It wasn’t exactly…planned,” Charles laughs.

“What happened?”

“Uh…hiccups?”

Crystal raises an eyebrow.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” she shakes her head. “But now that this”- Crystal points at them, indicating between the two– “is a thing, we’re gonna need some rules for this office so I don’t actually get fucking traumatised.”

Crystal sits in the clients chair opposite Edwin, expectantly. Charles gets the message, perching on the arm of Edwin’s chair as Crystal begins listing her rules for working with a couple of repressed teenage ghosts now in the honeymoon phase.

Meanwhile, Edwin silently thanks whatever fate or god gave him those damned hiccups.

[quinnylynn]

Could you make a headcanon of P when he sees his loved one seriously injured and has to deal with the situation? S2 S2 S2 S2

How would P react to you being seriously injured?

You were a fighter. Despite countless of hours and dedication to learning the craft of swordsmanship, you would make one careless mistake in a battle that would nearly cost you your life.

You were only meant to clear out a few puppets that were beginning to stalk near the hotel’s entrance, yet you were suddenly overwhelmed with a high volume of enraged automatons.

They are extremely dangerous in large groups, and you unfortunately were caught between escaping and fighting your way out.

P would be the one to find you after that serious battle, as everyone at the hotel said that you had been away for an abnormally long time. The state that you are in had his inner workings whirring in overtime, frazzled and tense with anxiety.

You bled profusely. Wounds littered your body, but still, you clung onto life—just barely. Your skin looked dull and rough, like the very essence of life was drained of your body completely. He would lean down to your level in a hurry as you propped yourself up against a ledge; your life dwindled before his eyes.

You would notice him there, and the mere sight of him brought tears to your eyes. Your energy was at an all time low, yet you had just enough to express your emotions through silent tears that streamed down your bloodied and bruised cheeks.

Your arms shakily lifted toward him, your voice softly called out his name. That alone made P’s own worry-filled eyes well up with tears. His joy, his happiness, was on the verge of dying. The sheer thought of it made his body run cold.

He held you as delicately as he could when you reached out toward him, then hoisted you up into his arms and hurried back towards the hotel. P would run as fast as he could, as each second went by, your hold on his shoulders would loosen. He could feel you nearly giving up, but he wouldn’t let that happen. You had to live.

Sophia would be the one to assist in healing you the moment she set eyes on the horrific state you were in. P was there every step of the way, coming to Sophia’s aid with anything she needed to help with your recovery.

For the next few days, P would be by your side. He put off any missions or requests from other hotel guests or survivors, as you were his top priority.

Your healing process was slow, but within time, you returned to your normal self once again. You took it easy, maybe a little too easy with Sophia’s worrying about you accidentally reopening your stitched wounds.

P had never experienced that level of panic and fear before—the fear of losing you. Just the thought of it made his chest ache. P knew that if he had found you at any other time, he would have lost you forever.

From then on, he would silently swear to protect you, even if you would refuse his help. You were stubborn with your ways, and there was no way to change your mind. It was simply how you operated, but P would make sure to lurk around your missions and or requests of survivors and hotel guests.

It was not like he did not trust you to take care of yourself, as he knew you were exceptionally skilled in battle. You held your own against anything that stood in your way through pure determination to succeed.

Even on his own missions, he felt the need to check in on you, even when you are not looking. It puts his own mechanical heart at ease.

Your safety is all that matters to him.

[astraule]

I’ll Always Protect You

Pairing: Carl x Reader Song: A March Into Water- Pierce The Veil “She’s mine. You stay away from her, it’s not her time.” Tags: Sweet love, hinting to SA, soft kissing, protecting you. Y/N: Fem!reader Word Count: 870 Summary: While focused on Carl, you don't see three men approach. One of them swings around to brush the flower in your hair, triggering your past experiences. Carl, instinctively, stands up to protect you and the men laugh at this. Luckily, Negan calls them off and you relay your tension. Later, in Carl's room, you end up lying on his chest as you feel anxious but also comforted being next to him.

3RD POV: (Alexandria)

"You know, that’s a pretty dumb idea," Carl said with a grin, holding your hand as you wandered around the walls of Alexandria, making you laugh. "Come on, you're supposed to be sweet to your girlfriend! Besides, no one will even notice we're gone." You couldn’t help but remember that this was Carl's first real relationship, which probably explained why he was having a hard time switching from buddy talk to something more romantic with you.

"They're definitely going to notice we're gone when Negan and his crew show up to check things out, just like last time," Carl said, stopping in his tracks and gently placing his hands on your shoulders to meet your gaze. "Making sure you're safe is my number one priority."

"Maybe we could run away from here and go into the wild together," you suggested, a smile playing on your lips as you tilted your head slightly, your eyes locked on Carl's. "It reminds me of that book I read where the main character ran away with her boyfriend to get married," you continued. "Where do you even find those kinds of books?" Carl asked with a sigh. "As tempting as that sounds, you know what kind of dangers are lurking out there," he said softly, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I can't really argue with your logic when you're this cute," you said, standing on your tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "I'll be back in a bit, so just hang tight, okay?" Carl nodded, catching sight of his dad waving him over, but not before he tucked a little yellow flower into your hair.

The last few months had been nothing short of amazing; that’s exactly what you thought as the gate creaked open, revealing Negan and his crew. A group of about 50 men, sending a shiver down your spine as they spread out across Alexandria, with Negan, of course, sticking close to Rick's side.

As you stayed there watching Carl while his father left with Negan, you failed to notice that three of Negan's men were walking towards you from behind. Carl's face said it all when he approached you nervously making sure he wasn't too belligerent enough to cause trouble.

"Excuse me, pretty lady," a distinct voice caught your attention as you turned and faced the three men. One seemed to be in charge, while the other two were chuckling and whispering behind him. You decided it was best to stay quiet; it was better than saying something you could regret later.

"You're a pretty quiet one, aren't you?" The man brought his hand up to gently touch the flower Carl put in your hair earlier, his fingers brushing your cheek sending a chill of disgust through you and making you remember something you had experienced before coming to Alexandria.

"Is there a problem?" Carl's familiar voice spoke from behind you, as he put his arm around your waist and stood next to you, which caused the men to erupt in laughter. "She must be this kid's girl," one of the men said, making Carl angrier.

Just as you were expecting chaos to unfold, Negan called the men to him as they were getting ready to go. This ensured there would be no fighting today, which made you feel relieved. "From now on, you're going to stick with me," Carl said, relaxing his grip around your waist. You took hold of his hand with yours and left it there.

Carl POV: (Carl’s Bedroom)

While Y/N laid on my chest, and I absentmindedly ran my fingers through her hair, her voice still held a quiver from before. I was left to wonder what might have happened had I been just a couple minutes later, but I highly doubt Negan would want his men to humiliate him.

“I think I would seriously love to run away with you right now,” she said, her grip on my shirt only getting stronger as I held her close. If only the timing had been different, I would have granted her every wish, but right now my only thought was keeping her safe.

It hurt to see her like this, curling up into a ball, when she was usually so full of life and energy. I didn't expect her to be full of zest, after all of her worries resurfaced. All I wanted was to have her next to me, so that I could take care of her.

"I promise you can trust me," I whispered as I rested my chin on the top of her head. "Carl, can you kiss me?" she asked, softly letting my shirt go and lying back on my bed. I would do anything to make her feel safe and loved. As I hovered over her, I took one last gaze at my beautiful girl before pressing my lips to hers.

She grabbed hold of one of my hands, while my other hand held me up, as our lips started to intertwine and she placed that hand on her waist. "Thanks for keeping me safe," she came away from the kiss and looked up at me, with her big, innocent eyes.

"Forever," I whispered sweetly as I kissed her neck.

It's a bit short, as I wanted to share something with you all, though the next one will be longer.

[wolves-of-etoile]

David felt his facial muscles stiffening. This was not good. More doomsday scenarios and solutions played in his brain, and now people were dead. He quickly decided that notifying families was not his problem nor his priority. Let UC take care of their own dead. No, his main concern now was destroying his ship before someone else decided to get clever and transport this thing to a populated system.

"Caz, can you get off the ship safely? Even if you have to jump out an airlock?"

Bombs on the outside? Where would I get explosives?

Hijack a ship? Possible, but be prepared to run for the rest of your life.

Leak this to SSNN? Another possibility, but the reporter might want to get a first-hand look of the danger... Plus the time-factor of this getting back to civilization, nevermind appropriate action being taken

Ugh, hijack it is... Or hire. "I'm gonna try to find a ship. The Sentry needs to be destroyed."

He heard the Captain's voice coming through and he struggled to move, urged his circuitry to hurry and repair his systems from the temporary stasis he'd put put into while the nanobots in his system worked on getting him operational again. If he could focus them enough to one area then he could at least respond even if he was unable to move for a time. Just... focus... repair the right wires.... and... there! His fingers flexed and he slowly reached for the commlink to respond. "Captain, if you did not send the UC they've gone behind your back. They're here... were... here." He supposed it ought to be past tense now. "The situation has... ah-... magnified." As he spoke one of the creatures slowly approached him -any human might feel quite a level of intimidation- seemed to sense he wasn't a human, hissed and backed away. "The Queen's eggs have hatched. I'm afraid the UC crew didn't make it. The families will need to be n-n-notified."

[nelkcats]

Surprise check

When Deadman panicked and rushed to call him during an important meeting, Constantine thought it was a ghost thing, he doubted it was anything really important so he ignored it for a few minutes.

What he didn't expect was for Deadman to inform him that his boss was coming to visit in a few hours (because apparently ghosts had bosses). The poor guy was in a panic, apparently it was the first King in charge in centuries that cared and he was coming to "make sure everything was in order".

Constantine didn't know what to expect; a King who demanded that humanity bow at his feet and the ghosts rule? One who hated it when Deadman got involved with humans and sent him away? A tyrant? It was clear that no ruler had ever been good, according to his ghost friend, so he had low expectations.

He reported this to the League, who took a high alert posture. An hour later, Wonder Woman was reviewing with everyone how foreign royalty should be treated when they heard Captain Marvel laughing with someone in the break room. Deadman was also mysteriously missing.

Constantine peeked in but all he could see was a teenager conversing with the Captain and strangely, the ghost. He was about to tell the boy that he needed a permit to enter the Watchtower when Deadman spoke up.

"I didn't know you were so interested in games, King Phantom, or that you were so good on them"

Then, John noticed the ice crown on the boy's head and his strangely sharp teeth, along with his toxic green eyes.

"Flattering me won't help you in the review" the teenager quipped "remember we're still waiting for Dan to find out if everything here is...balanced."

Constantine realized: The King was a bloody teenager.

[demaparbat-hp]

Hey, Spitfire! Try not to kill your brother ahead of time!

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Looking for Ursa right after being banished had some...wildly unexpected results. One: Zuko actually found her. Two: she wasn't alone. Three: leaving her children behind in order to protect them was, apparently, just something she did.

Looking at the bright side, Zuko now had a three-year-old younger brother to look after. Looking at the dark side, Zuko now had a three-year-old kid he needed to parent while also keeping him a secret from his father because—may Agni help him—the Fire Lord would have to go through Zuko first if he dared to even look at Lu Ten II.

(AKA an AU in which Zuko is a good big brother and doesn't want another kid to grow up like he did.)

[error-dream-was-found]

Lay thee eyes on my creation!

It's him! It's the blob!

[titan-star]

Andromeda hissed at Skol again, but it was short and to the point: Stay. Away! She felt incredibly protective of her children, Elara and herself. Titan always told her to never trust another version of themselves unless they can be verified as "safe" by Titan himself. If anything, safety was always Titan's priority. That she was sure if. She didn't know who this Skol was. She noticed that it was a different Saturn moon he was named after. Clever. She hated it.

Do not trust this guy unless Titan says it is safe to trust him. I'm calling him myself!

Andromeda huffed, determined to stay on guard. She did try to calm herself, knowing Elara was right. But something about this guy was throwing her off.

Skol ....knew that calling Titan would be a bad idea. For him. A bad idea for him.

He quickly lunged at the two, quick to grab Andromeda's wrist first before going for Elara next. His killcode was showing by how RED his white eye once was. His smile had lost its feigned kindness as it was more sharp, wild and he felt himself lose all sense of self control as he easily gave in to the madness. Andromeda REALLY has a way of riling him up. Hopefully he doesn't break this one ~

His grip was almost painful and barely had any restraint in it. His claws slightly scratched the paint of Andromeda's wrists as she struggled to get out of his grasp. Andromeda's rays rattled so hard, their housings creaked a little.

Andromeda felt a panic rise in her systems, warnings flaring in her HUD of high stress levels that could be a danger to herself and her pups. Still, she needed to keep them and herself safe and right now-- she KNEW his killcode was activated and it SCARED her. Because Titan NEVER laid a hand on her. Yet this look alike was. Andromeda didn't like it. If he was as strong as Titan, Elara, her kids and herself were in danger.... So in desperation, she began to scratch and claw at his arm furiously.

LET!! GO OF US, YOU CHEAP COPYCAT!!

Skol chuckled, finding her attempts adorable. He tsk'd softly.

Now, that's not a very nice thing to say, Andromeda ~ I was hoping you'd behave yourself for once but you seem to have a dimensional track record of --

His voice deepened, voice box glitching out dangerously as he yanked Andromeda closer to him. He snapped his teeth at her as a warning to stop her struggling.

PisSiNg Me OfF!

A moment of reprieve!! Jigsaw had been monitoring him so closely and laying into him about "revenge" and "be careful, hijo" for what felt like eternity.

It was even more annoying when Skol had been trying to upgrade his body a bit. He'll definitely be spotted as a Titan variant but will never be mistaken for that world's Titan again -- and Skol was okay with that. He wasn't trying to hide.

Skol stepped through a portal and closed it behind him, making sure to be a good distance away from Titan's home. Recognizing the forest a little bit, he began to head in the direction of Elara's home. Hopefully that red menace isn't there ....or else this visit might be his last.

( @animatronic-assistant )

[scliffe]

Being a sebaciel shipper is crazy… I’d be watching Sebastian gently lets Ciel down on his balcony to go chase after the german soldiers dressed up as werewolves in a village hiding a deadly chemical weapon research after they both got poisoned by mustard gas and think ‘that looks kind of romantic idk’

[srtafig]

[trollpostings]

Kicking my feet writing on my trolls blog with a glitter pen. I think that the putt putt trolls have sharper teeth and claws and stuff and are generally more "wild" than most other trolls because of the, gestures, 20 years of isolation. And their food is not their size!!! The food they eat is not their size!!! They're tearing into that stuff! They're eating burger patties that probably feed like ten people at once!

I am a huge lover of the "trolls are an adaptive species" headcanon. I also like big chonky teeth and claws in character design. So I'm combining those. Also I noticed that most, if not all, of the putt-putt trolls are monochromatic except for Viva! Clay too, to an extent. Can we talk about the fact that he's gone so far to change himself that his literal skin has shifted from bright blue to a teal color? Anyway, I think putt-putt trolls are like, chameleon sort of trolls. They can change colors instantly in order to camouflage.

They also don't seem to be eating the same sort of berries and fruits and vegetables that the Pop trolls are used to. Points at the burger patties again. They're eating meat. They're mostly eating meat. And yeah I know that there's troll sized burgers in canon, but we mostly only see that in Lonesome Flats, and I'm talking about Pop trolls right now. Pop trolls are not shown eating meat very often. To go from a mostly vegetable/fruit diet to a mostly meat diet (with like, the fries and shakes too, of course) in a very sudden shift can make a person very sick and mess with their body, which is why when people change diets, they do so in small increments. For body and health safety.

Also I don't think they're cooking the Putt Putt course food super often. For safety. Smell travels. Look at how fast Bridget and Gristle found them after they'd made food hours earlier! They're definitely not taking that risk often. Viva did say it was for celebration. They're probably eating that stuff frozen

There's a lot going on in this post, but the main big point is. Putt Putt trolls likely had a massive sudden shift in literal physiology and biology. Such as quicker color shifting, camouflage, sharper teeth made for eating meat and pointier claws for meat as well. I also said this in an earlier post but I do think they move silently. You will not see them unless they want you to, and that's literally canon (when the group firsts enters, when Clay literally disappears between frames to get to the gate, when Bridget and Gristle get to the putt putt course, ect).

[girderednerve]

rewatching black sails & really admiring how many insects are in it. like it's not enough insects but most shows have zero insects unless it's an Oh No, Bug! scene. black sails has flies buzzing around. ambience

[strqyr]

the rose-xiao long family doesn't seem to be made out of money—in after the fall ruby outright says she made her outfit herself and implies that she shops in thrift shops otherwise—so i'd really like to know how yang got her bike bc that thing does not look cheap.