#that's exactly what I THOUGHT you'd say you stupid HORSE!

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centaur x human - mildly dubcon, hand job (monster receiving)

He does not like you. That's the only plausible explanation you can come up with after weeks of unsuccessful attempts to befriend him.

The newest addition to the farmhouse, a huge, majestic centaur with long dark hair and a glossy tawny coat black as pitch, whom you've been assigned to personally care for, seems to… loathe you.

Without any reason, you may add.

What reason could he possibly have when you’ve barely managed to make him look at you when you first introduced yourself? On that occasion, he quite literally threw you a brief glance and then turned around, almost hitting you with his rear. Despite your initial shock, you tried to not give too much thought to his rude manners. You tried to not be too quick to judge. Perhaps he needed time to get accustomed to his new home, perhaps you needed to earn his trust just like with the wild horses you’ve been working with. And so you tried to give him time and space, to treat him with all the respect and kindness and consideration that a creature like him deserves. 

But the result has always been the same: his rear being shoved in your face. 

You've tried everything you can to get his attention, to earn his attention, but perhaps you've been too nice thus far. Perhaps he needs a firmer hand. You’re quite tired of being ignored, avoided, disrespected. Why does he feel the need to ostracize you when you’re there to take care of his needs? To help him? Does he not understand that?

It’s early morning when you find him in his stall, carving wood - something you've seen him do frequently since he arrived at the farm, although you’ve never been able to see up close what he’s been working on. When he spots you approaching, he turns around and gives you his back - as usual. That doesn’t surprise you any longer. The hundredth rejection does however cause your blood to boil in your veins, and make you more determined than ever to make him respect you, as you deserve.

You take the horse brush from your work coat and march into his enclosure. He instantly huffs and shifts nervously in protest but there isn't much space for him to move and by blocking the gate you don't give him a chance to escape. He can't ignore you forever. 

You are however painfully aware of how easily he could smash you against the wooden fence with his enormous and muscular body, or strike you with his hooves and seriously injure you... Though, you're hoping that his hatred for you doesn’t run as deep as to risk killing you.

You approach his side and begin brushing his mantle without saying anything, for words have so far proved to be futile with him. You are expected to tend to him, so that's what you're going to do from now on, whether he likes it or not. This is your job. This is what you're paid for. You will not let a spoiled snob of a centaur get you fired just because he refuses to let you perform your duties over who knows what stupid whim.

The centaur instantly grumbles in displeasure and tries to evade your touch but with little success. Your back hits the fence with a thud yet not hard enough to hurt you or make you stop.

"I'm going to take care of you, even though you do not deserve it." you state solemnly as you struggle to keep your brush on his coat with how much he squirms against your touch. "Now stop moving!"

"Go away! I don't need you!"

You're too annoyed with his actions to be startled by his response. It's the first time you've actually heard him speak, and his voice is so grave and rough, exactly as you'd expected, that you barely notice it. 

"You do need me! Can you brush yourself? Can you? You can't even reach your back with your fingers!"

He huffs again and writhes sharply when you press the brush with more force against his side. He trashes around so much that he hits you again, but this time hard enough to make you stumble and fall, ass down on the ground. You let out an exaggerated sigh and squeeze your eyes closed for a moment as you try to calm your mounting frustration. Patting your clothes to clean them from the hay, you shake your head in disbelief and curse him under your breath. 

You push your palms on the ground, ready to prop yourself back on your feet but the moment you raise your gaze, you see it; the enormous shape of his horse cock, long and erect, throbbing so hard its veins look like they're about to explode. You blink in shock at the sight, your mind going blank and your body instantly warming up.

Maybe, just maybe, this is why he has been avoiding you all along. Maybe, just maybe, he's been in pain all this time... and with no way to relieve himself of this ache. Maybe, just maybe, he was too embarrassed to let you any way near him. 

Despite everything, it doesn't take long for you to come to a decision. Crawling underneath his belly, you reach out for his length and touch it ever gently with your fingertips. But even that light touch is enough to make him groan and recoil. 

You grab onto his sides to avoid being stumped, holding tight until he stops writhing. One hand then reaches up for his cock again, palm closing around its girth.

"Don't… touch… it!" he groans through clenched teeth. You can hear the strain in his voice. He is indeed in pain.

"I'm here to take care of you, aren't I? So I will take care of you." you remind him firmly, a hint of sympathy edging your tone. Your palm starts to stroke back and forth, slowly, gently. Your first isn't enough to close around his whole girth so you soon add your other hand. 

The huffs and groans and poorly restrained whimpers that leave his lips fill the empty stall.

His wriggling body soon starts to match the pace of your strokes, bucking against your hands. You gasp as he shifts abruptly, lifting his torso and resting his front legs against the wall, putting his weight on his hind legs which shake and shift a little behind you as he tries to find his balance. In this position he can better piston his cock in your palms, urgently, desperately. His full big balls smack against your arm at each thrust. It's scary to be under him like this, one wrong move and he could badly hurt you, yet at the same time, you feel in power. He searches your touch, he ruts into your fists, desperate for more friction, desperate for a release he's been craving for who knows how long.

"This is why you've been avoiding me, isn't it?" you say softly, the frustration of before gone entirely from your tone. You almost feel... pity for him. Such a majestic creature forced to depend on others to relieve himself.

He doesn't answer. But he doesn't need to. You know it's true.

It only takes a couple of minutes for him to grow tense and then jerk violently as he spills gallons of cum in the hay; white stripes even splatter over your work coat. You ease down on the ground, sitting on your heels, panting from the exertion, eyes darting from his spent cock to his trembling body. Your hand reaches up for his belly, gently caressing his soft coat to ease his tremors.

"I'm sorry..." you hear him utter, breathlessly, as he slowly eases down from the wall, careful not to knock you over. 

You're not sure what he's apologizing for, if it's for the poor way he's been treating you from day one or for what has just happened. Either way, you accept it. Perhaps this is how you ‘turn over a new leaf’ and start anew.

"It's okay... It's okay." you coo softly, keeping on rubbing his belly. "I'm here for you… I hope you understand that now…"

The centaur seems to appreciate your words because he nudges your body with his side, not like before when he was trying with all his might to push you away. No. This time it feels more... affectionate. You pat his side with a soft chuckle and he huffs softly in response. 

With a gracious movement, he bends down and retrieves something from the ground and extends it to you. Crawling away from under him, you take the brush from his hands and finally meet his dark but beamy eyes. There's a gentle expression on his face, one you've never seen graze his features before. You return his smile and gratefully take his stretched hand to prop yourself up. As you do, however, something sitting in the hay catches your attention and you reach for it. It's a half carved piece of wood, possibly the one he was working on when you came in.

"Oh, that's… uhm-"

You gaze up at him again, watching curiously as his cheeks flush and his look grow shy.

Your eyes return to the object, inspecting it with interest. The figure is still roughly shaped, but as you turn it in your hands you seem to recognize its features. Realization dawns on you when you notice it resembles... you.

Maybe you were entirely wrong. Maybe the explanation for his behavior towards you is that he likes you, though a bit too much. 

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PTM, since Yuu can basically read other people's thoughts, what if they can also hear Floyd’s thoughts about Riddle! Look, Jade and Floyd are twins, so there's gotta be a resemble somewhere. Not only has Yuu have to hear Jade’s infatuated thoughts about themselves, BUT also Floyd’s feelings about Riddle.

Yuu and Riddle could be hanging out, and then in the distance in their mind, they could hear "Goldfishy~ Aha, you look so CUTE I just wanna squeeze ya ♡" And Riddle would be worried cuz they got suddenly silent, pale and Riddle has yet to notice Floyd in the distance making his way over to them.

Sharing is caring, so Floyd’s going to Squeeze his Goldfishy AND Shrimpy. One for his mate and one for his sibling-in-law. What a happy family *wipes tears from my eyes*

They just haven't had a chance to interact with Floyd while Riddle is also present, but rest assured he is also Down Bad™.

Obviously the twins are different people, so the way they love is gonna be different. But I have a headcanon that their father was straight on a simp who adores his terrifying wife and finds her the most adorable, breathtaking, heavenly person to ever exist (Gomez Addams vibes) and they take after him in that regard.

Floyd is Floyd though, and his thoughts aren't exactly any clearer than his spoken words.

As such, the rare moment that Yuu can interact with Floyd while Riddle is with them doesn't make his feelings any clearer.

Goldfishie~ Aha, you're so cute when red!

Floyd has called a bunch of the smaller students, including them, cute, so that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

Goldfishie! Look at you go, such a hard worker, so cool~

Riddle mentioned once that Floyd told him that he found him admirable. Then finished by saying that he though hell froze over when Floyd said that.

Awe, he's running off. But I want my Riddle...

Hearing Floyd say his name was rare, and he never said it outloud. Only in his head.

Ha, maybe my cute lil' Goldfishie will like this new tea. I should try and bring him in.

You'd heard Jade contemplate courting you by bringing you food, but that couldn't be Floyd's intention! Right? …Right?

Uegh, stupid guppy, he's MY Goldfishie. MY Riddle. MY mate. You better go run off and flirt with someone else before I squeeze ya brains out...

Aaaah! He's so mad, Riddle's all red! I love seeing ya all red, so pretty~

Wooah, Goldfishie looks so cool on that horse! Aha~ Cute smile too~

Ah. That would explain a lot. His never ending interest in Riddle for the last three years. The uncanny ability to find Riddle no matter where he hid. The 'uncharacteristic' fondness he sometimes showed Riddle.

Unfortunately for him, Riddle didn't reciprocate…right?

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hiiiii i love your writing and i've been binging turbinio these last few days completely in love with the main character and something came to my mind while i was reading. Maybe it's a pretty specific request, so you can just do headcanons and i'll be happy 

so, i was thinking while reading Turbinio, that i really see myself in mc because i love collecting and keeping things from the trips i make and if i were on the steel ball run my ass would surely lose bc of all the useless luggage and i was thinking of asking you to write a gyro/johnny headcanons with a reader who is always collecting stones, shells, bones and other useless things along the way 

HAAAAA I LOVE THIS IDEA BECAUSE I WOULD ALSO DO EXACTLY THE SAME THING

Also sorry for the delay in writing your request, I was doing something that wasn't important enough to remember what it was 😭 but I've been thinking about your idea all this time and I hope you like it! ❤️

Headcanons - Reader who keeps strange/inutile/creepy things she finds along the way

◍ Gyro Zeppeli

He honestly doesn't know why he asked you to ride with them.

And every day he begins to question himself more about it.

Surely his impatient ass is always complaining about the constant stops.

''For God's sake, that's a dead beetle, (Y/N)''

And of course, at first you had absolutely no right to opine in anything, as Gyro quickly dismissed it by saying that all you do is put rocks in your bag.

He obviously didn't think twice when Johnny said he saw Diego eating rocks.

''Nyo-ho-ho! (Y/N), did you let him steal your bag?''

How could you explain to that man that a bag of shells was lighter than a teddy bear, and that feathers could adorn your horse?

He didn't really care.

But some days he needed someone to complain about, and Johnny was a saint who rarely did anything stupid enough to divert Gyro's attention from your hobbies.

You also tried your best not to slow them down significantly, but sometimes you couldn't ignore a ring conveniently lost on the sidewalk or an arrowhead in the desert.

Honestly, you don't understand why they haven't abandoned you yet either.

Perhaps it wasn't really that annoying, just unusual.

Sometimes, when you found a knife lost on the ground or a half-buried mirror, Gyro would steal it for him.

Over time, he got used to it and the collector jokes wore off.

He also started to always stop without you asking when he saw something shiny on the ground.

''Huh? Aren't you going to pick that up?''

''It's a shard of glass, Gyro.''

''So what? I've seen you pick up more useless things.''

At a certain point in the race, when you had no more space to carry larger things like lizard skulls or big shells, you simply hung them on your horse.

''You know, if I saw your horse on the road at night, I'd shit my pants.''

That's what he said when you decorated your horse's mane with small squirrel bones, attaching the skull by the jaw in a braid.

And then he goes back to wondering why on earth he asked you to ride with them.

But in the end it's not that bad.

He realized this when he found himself keeping a cool stone to give you later.

Stupid Zeppeli, putting stupid stones in his pocket to give to you.

Even stupider Zeppeli, when he offered you a space in his bag to carry your things, since your luggage was already full.

The stupidest Zeppeli, when he let you decorate Valkyrie with feathers

He's adorable, although you'd never be able to admit it.

✰ Johnny Joestar

Johnny never complained, although at first he agreed with Gyro that it was unnecessary to make so many stops to pick up junk.

But when you found a bird skull and tied it around your neck as a necklace, he became afraid of you.

Being afraid of you, he would never think of complaining about anything.

It was strange and creepy, that's all he thought.

But he liked the shiny stones, although he couldn't remember the names of most of them.

He also thought your feathered horse was pretty, although he was still totally against making braids with squirrel skulls.

''Have you always liked to collect things like that?''

''Ever since I was a kid, I guess.''

''What a strange hobby for a child.''

But he still found it, deep down, quite interesting and strangely attractive.

''What are you going to do with it? It's just an old bone.''

He remembers hearing somewhere that there's no beauty without strangeness, and he thought it was quite appropriate for you.

It wasn't long before he gave you a mother-of-pearl shell.

But sometimes Gyro's bad mood was contagious, and he would try to be kinder than his friend to ask you to hurry up or ignore something.

''I know you like this, but don't get distracted, we're in a race.''

But any “pretty please” was enough for him to give in.

''Right… if it's so important, I guess we can wait.''

He would absolutely never carry a skull in his luggage like Gyro would be willing to.

Instead, he would buy an extra bag in the nearest town for you to carry more things.

"I'm sure we could get the equivalent of this race's prize money just by selling your stuff, (Y/N).''

He's certainly cut his finger with a shark's tooth when he tried to get something from your bag.

Because he's more inattentive to such things, he constantly ends up leaving you behind because he doesn't realize you've stopped to pick something up.

''Hey, Johnny, look what I found!''

He's sure it's going to be some dead animal, so he always has to take a deep breath and prepare himself psychologically whenever he hears that sentence.

''Oh, a rock?''

''It's not just a rock, Johnny. It's a citrine!''

''It's very pretty.''

''Pretty? That's it?''

''What can I say? It's a yellow stone. But you've already shown me ten others just like it.''

''Ah, well… you're right.''

''But it's quite beautiful, you have a sharp eye for finding pretty things.''

He wouldn't show more emotion than that even if you showed him a diamond.

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The Genius

ART CREDIT: novalise1 on Twitter

(I found this on Pinterest so if I'm wrong please correct me)

Hi again, thank you guys so much for the amazing support on my last post!! And I hope this post also lives up to your guy's expectations.

Word Count: 2.1k (and somehow 11k characters?! TuT)

-----Younger Armin ( Bowl Cut ) -----

Armin wasn't exactly the most social type back then, so I imagine for you two to get close enough to date you must have spent quite a bit of time together.

I can think of a few ways you two may have met and gotten close. Maybe you guys sat next to each other in classes, were sparring partners, or maybe you were there for Armin all the times Mikasa and Eren seemed to have forgotten he was also a part of their friend group.

It had been just a few minutes after lights out when Sasha shook me out of bed and yelled whispered for me to grab my coat and follow her. By the time we were out of the cabin a few of the other girls had gotten up and were grabbing a few items. Sasha led our small group until we reached a clearing in the forest, a good distance from the bases. "Sasha, what's all this?" I asked her as the rest of our group ran over to their own friends. "It's a party, Duh." She said looking at me with a goofy smile until Connie yelled for her to come help him roll a joint. I watched her run off and then made my way to a group of my classmates sitting in a circle. Jean, Ymir, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin Arlet all sat around a small bonfire. Spewing out a few 'hey's and 'hello's before claiming a seat in the circle. Jean and Ymir were in some argument over brunettes or blondes being cuter, and next to them Eren sat trying to carve a spoon out of a small log. Mikasa and Armin were talking about something I couldn't really make out over the sound of the fire crackling and Jean and Ymir arguing. As I watched the fire crackle all I had on my mind was why the hell Sasha had brought me along. It's not like I'm antisocial but I hadn't really established many close friends and the ones I had were human meatballs now. So a party wasn't the most comfortable place to hang out. Before I could continue my thoughts I got distracted by Mikasa getting up pretty abruptly and running after Eren who had somehow broken the log he was carving and wanted to look for a new one. Doubt we'd see them again tonight. My eyes flicked over to Armin and as we looked at each other, a mirror of slight shock reflected on both our faces. Before either pf us could look away I burst into laughter at Mikasa's weird behavior and Armin just stared at me even more confused than before. "I'm sorry it's just I never see anyone so serious act like that, I'm not trying to be rude she just catches me off guard," I tell him, feeling like he may have kinda misunderstood me. A shy smile pulls on his lips as he looks back at me. "Yea it is kinda odd isn't it?"

And that's where your friendship bloomed from. A right place and right time you could say. Though Sasha says it's all thanks to her.

Over time the two of you became really close. While Armin read you'd sit near him fiddling with your own hobbies. Sometimes you'd get caught up in him and end up spending a few moments watching him while his eyes scoured over dusty pages.

Armin was such a sweet friend, always asking how you are, being there to talk, explaining the stuff you don't understand from class to you a million times until you understand.

And once again you both were at a party when your guy's relationship finally takes the next step.

Through a stupid game of truth or dare...

Sasha scans over each and every one of us as she carefully picks her victim. "Jean!" She exclaims and Jean looks at her with an annoyed expression. Sasha and Connie have been picking on him all night, each time either giving him the truth of exposing his crush on Mikasa or the dare of letting them draw on his face. This time was no different as Sasha added a small horse on his forehead that would definitely not be gone by tomorrow. After Sasha got done we all burst out laughing. "Hey!" Jean yelled, "It's my turn alright so shut it!" And of course, I had responded to him with a snarky "Okay, Horse face" Jean turned to me with a sarcastic smile and asked me truth or dare. "Dare" I chose nervously. Jean turns to Connie and they start to whisper between themselves before Jean turns to me with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Kiss Armin."

So now here you and Armin were. At first, he'd be kinda shy about y'all's relationship but I could see you bringing out a more confident side of him.

He would be the type to remember all the little anniversaries, picking you a small bouquet for your first month.

Now I can't see him being great at making gifts but he would try his hardest!

Would definitely choose you as his partner for almost all group activities. Don't think that means he's gonna let you do no work, oh no no no. This man would rather teach you it a million times than let you get by being ignorant. (Sees this as an act of service kinda love lol) Told you before with the most serious face that " Knowledge was the greatest currency he knew"

Speaking of acts of service, that and praise is probably his love language. Of course, he would love holding your hand, a little bit of cuddling, or a few pecks on the cheek. But when he wants to show his love for you he'd tell you what he's thinking and just genuinely spend a lot of time with you.

I can't see him being big on any forms of PDA, except hand-holding. Hear me out though, I think he'd be the type to hold pinkies instead though.

I could see him writing you hundreds of love letters he'd never give to you but be too scared to get rid of them in case someone else (Jean and Connie) read them, or God forbid you saw them.

He would swap books with you if you were an avid reader. ( Would want for you guys to make matching bookmarks as a kinda of date!! )

But if you were more of a sporty type then he'd definitely love to watch you play, even if he cares nothing for the game itself. Maybe even give you some pointers he noticed or help you strategize. After watching you for awhile he would be able to go on like hour-long rants breaking down each and every little detail and rule of the game and way overthinking it.

Now if you guys for whatever have a fight he'd be quick to apologize because he'd never want you mad at him. (Still believes he's right though, just won't tell you that )

Definitely has a few red flags and will work on some of them.

When he's struggling with all the things going on with Eren, one of his main stress relievers would be you playing with his hair, tracing your nails against his scalp.

If you ask realllllyyyy nicely he just might let you braid his hair or tie it up. Even though he knows he won't hear the end of it from the others.

Surprised you a few times with flower rings he made for you.

I could see him being really involved in the wedding planning. If it was up to him either a light purple or sea blue color theme.

In a more modern au, I could see him offering to paint your nails for you if you ever complain about it being able to get them done. He would spend hours trying to perfect it and maybe it didn't match the reference perfectly but they were perfect to you ♡

(These are less relationship-focused and more so things I think about Armin )

Struggles so much with Eren always doing everything so rashly and getting into trouble that he never lets anyone help with it. I feel like he may have had a fear of being replaced or left behind by Eren and Mikasa because he isn't as strong as them.

Just someone tell him he's making the right choices and that he can't make everything right. He needs to hear that.

Jean and him are really close and hang out a lot. Jean is a way more chill and less stressful friendship for Armin compared to half of his other friendships. I can see Armin feeling like he needs to be a therapist friend for everyone, outside of just Eren and Mikasa too, big people pleaser.

Jean just really knows how to chill and not ask a lot of Armin, of course they've talked about heavy stuff before but it's a lot more talking from both of them rather than Armin needing to comfort the other person. Every once in awhile Jean actually is the therapist for Armin.

He does grow out of that though. Starts to become a lot more set in reality after seeing all the deaths in the recon missions. Some meaningless little drama isn't something he needs to focus on helping a fellow cadet out with. Still holds onto some of his people-pleasing tendencies but has figured out a lot of his priorities in his personal life.

I think Armin truly believed that fighting those bullies back in his childhood wouldn't have been the right choice and wasn't just because he was weaker.

I could see him knowing how to play a ton of card games that he learned from his grandpa.

I also think at one point he learned how to sew from Eren's mom. Eren would tease him by saying things about how he's "finally fitting into his girly hair" Then when he actually tries it and sees how hard it is and how much better Armin was he quits the teasing comments.

I think Armin has a lot of trust issues in almost everyone after figuring out Annie was a traitor. To him, they seemed pretty close and had a good understanding of each other. But Annie's betrayal really shattered some of his innocence and trust in the world.

One time he told Connie that if he walked around barefoot he could get flesh-eating worms. Connie was a bit more than traumatized by that information.

As sweet as Armin seems he is honestly so manipulative. It can hardly be noticed by anyone except maybe Commander Erwin or Levi but Armin's a bit too smart to try it on them. He accidentally tried to manipulate Commander Erwin one day over something small and when Erwin subtly commented on it he almost died of shock.

I could see Armin having a lot of respect for his superiors but not being the type to follow them blindly. Like the smart kid who isn't afraid to correct the teacher. And yes he was that type of student, to an annoying extent.

Armin as a student mostly just studied the material he was being tested on to a point where he was confident he knew it. And then would dig extremely deep into any topics that interest him. He knew every type of rock that existed inside the walls but couldn't remember his 12 multiple facts.

He definitely isn't antisocial or introverted. A little shy, yes, but mainly he's just a extrovert or ambivert who's not very loud. In no way has he ever been afraid of talking to people or making his thoughts known.

Speaking of talking to people, him and Hange are total geek besties. The spent hours looking at the hardened titan skin fragment and theorizing on all sorts of topics

I think when he was younger he saw a really huge pond and thought he had some how found the ocean inside the walls.

Probably would spend days going on picnics with his parents and reading in flower fields before the wall break. Once tried to bring Eren and Mikasa on one and never got any reading done.

This man's library card would be personalized in his favorite color (sea blue) and bedazzled.

I could see Armin being a really big Jazz and blue grass guy. Mostly because it's non-lyrical and doesn't tend to distract him as easily.

Would bust down to some Megan thee stallion and nasty redd. I mean, look at that stance-

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Sorry to all those hoping for older Armin, I STILL haven't watched season 3/4 of AoT so I don't really have too many thoughts on older Armin other than that ma is SOOO FINEE Soon enough I'll write for him, and yes there will be another poll for writings posted after this post!! I like when you guys interact with the story's makes it feel really personal. And thank you again to everyone who liked and reposted my last post!! It did so much better than I ever expected. A Big thank you to all my new followers. I'm so glad to have you guys as followers!! And I hope this post is just as good as the other if not better.

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michigan cherry // part seven

summary: walking into a saloon in a nowhere town, billy meets a singer who he just can't get off his mind after she slips through his fingers; onto another town, another show- following nothing but the stars in her path. until he sees her again. another nowhere town and equally dusty saloon, but this time, the band of kids who made up her family is nowhere to be found. he's running away from something, and she is storming full speed toward something else, and tangling into each other's lives may just get both of them exactly where they want to be.

pairing: william h. bonney x fem!reader

wc: 2.9k

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tags/warnings: singer!reader (she’s giving very much lucy gray), probably a little bit ooc billy but hey i tried- anyway he’s a sweetheart, use of guns and violence, murder and violence but i try to keep it non-descript, oh also she’s an orphan sorry (once again, lucy gray vibes), strangers to friends to lovers trope eee. also not thoroughly proofread oops

a/n: heyyy y'all little update, i just started school again for the fall and it is already a LOT. i'm surprised i got this out but i'm really glad i did!! i miss them :(

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

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Walking on eggshells around Billy has been a minor yet effective form of torture. You stopped singing for him, and he stopped asking. He still attended your shows, but you can't help but believe it's out of obligation.

It's endlessly confusing. When you first met he had most definitely been hitting on you, unless you were misreading that. You're rethinking every decision you've ever made because he won't talk to you anymore. Well, he does, of course, but it's small talk, mostly. It feels like you constructed a brick wall between you even though it was his fault for reading your stupid notebook in the first place. Every time you thought about it, you spiraled back to anger again.

It doesn't help that you're staring at his back as you lead your horses into a new town, wordlessly having cycled back East this week considering your savings were starting to get close to what you needed. Soon, or maybe even on the way to Michigan, you'd be able to make enough to get your family back.

You force yourself to look away from the way his body sways on the horse, your jaw tightening as you take in your surroundings in a new city. Without discussing it, the two of you cycle a fair distance around the schoolhouse on the edge of town, the old fence falling and tipping over in several places from years of children climbing all over it.

There are children playing outside currently, and you smile despite your foul mood. You missed your family. Those kids, Josie and Harvey and Sarah, and you remember talking about sending them to school once you and Max could finally afford a more permanent place for the five of you to stay. But that day never came.

Billy is lost in his own thoughts, mostly swallowed by the tension in the air that had enveloped you both for over a week now. He just doesn't know what to say, what to do, he wants to apologize but he doesn't want to risk what comes next. As long as you're here, as long as you're still with him, he's willing to suffer the silence.

Silence that's broken when he hears you gasp and shuffle, and as soon as you stumble down from your horse, he's got his gun out ready to stop anyone who's startled you. But you don't seem scared.

You're clambering off the ground from where you fell in your haste to dismount, and sprinting toward the fence of the schoolhouse with your guitar case discarded like it was nothing on the ground behind you.

"Harvey! Harvey!" You call out the boys name as you run to the boy you swore was for all intents and purposes, your little brother, and when he turns his head, you're even more sure it's him.

He hops the fence to meet you and you're crashing into each other, falling on your knees as you catch him.

He smells different, cleaner, and he's dressed in clothes you had never seen, but it's him- and you bury your face in his hair as he clings to you. The last time you held him like this was the night Max was killed.

You don't realize you're crying until you lift your head again, gently grabbing the boy's chin to raise it and get a good look at him. "Oh, honey, what are you doing here? I've been looking for you guys, I never stopped looking, I'm coming to get all of you." You say, brushing your thumb over his round cheeks.

He doesn't answer, and you don't think he can. You just smile, pulling him close again and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I missed you, I missed you so much." You mutter into his skin, rubbing his back and holding him close to you. You'd never let him go.

Looking around at the rest of the kids watching the scene from the other side of the fence, you don't see Josie anywhere.

You hesitate for a moment before asking. "Where's Josie?"

Harvey shakes his head against you. "I don't know." He answers quietly, and your heart breaks more.

You were thrilled to see him, to see he was okay, but realization comes crashing over you and chills your bones in an instant.

They'd been separated. Adopted out, and there's no way of knowing where she is or if she's safe.

"And Sarah?" You ask, attempting to steady your voice.

Another small head shake against you. "They were both still there."

"Okay, okay..." You say, gently stroking his hair. "I'll get 'em, and if they're not there I'll find 'em, okay? And we'll all be together again, I promise. I been savin' up, I'm gonna get all of you back. I swear. It'll be okay."

You hear Billy's footsteps behind you, having just dismounted his horse and grabbed yours in his hurry to catch up. "Hey, doll, maybe we should be goin'." He says, a slight warning in his tone.

You look up past Harvey, seeing what must be a teacher coming out of the schoolhouse likely to scold you for grabbing one of the children. But she didn't know, she didn't understand- he was your brother, essentially your child, your responsibility in every form except for flesh and blood.

Harvey looks as well, before turning back to you and hugging you tighter. "I love you." He mumbles into your shirt, no doubt tearfully.

You kiss the top of his head.

"I'll be back for you. I promise." You whisper before letting him go again.

You couldn't stray far after that. You found somewhere that would let you play locally, and you used the first few shows to ask locals about Harvey as much as you could. You needed to know where he was living and who had taken him from Sarah and Josie, and you had gotten much of the same answers. The little boy, new in Crystal City, had been adopted by a kind older couple on a homestead outside of town. The Booker's were well-loved by everyone, it seemed, pillars of the community who had been around their entire lives. She used to be a teacher, and he once worked at the general store. Still does, sometimes, but they had never had children of their own despite their desire to.

Apparently, it had taken them ages to save up to make the long trip to Michigan- the woman had a cousin who lived just down the street from the orphanage you had been raised. The smallness of the world was both a blessing to you and a curse. A little boy would be a tremendous help around their home now that they were getting older, and they could love him as their own and keep him warm at night.

You knew, in theory, that you should be happy with these reviews. That they were good people, and Harvey was safe with them. But he wasn't with you. He wasn't with Max, or Sarah, or even Josie, and it hurt more than you cared to admit that he wasn't with his real family. The Booker's would never know him the way you did, couldn't sing him to sleep or teach him to write music and play the guitar the way you can.

Your fingers stray on the chord you're running, making a dissonant sound chime in the almost empty bar you were warming up in. You cringe, shaking your head and sighing as you relax your grip on the instrument. There was no use worrying about Harvey and the others now, if you couldn't play worth your salt, you'd never save up enough to get the girls back. You couldn't get him back if you weren't playing your best. Thank god the barkeep was the only one around to hear your mistake. It was minor, but you felt like it could cost you your life. Your show had to be perfect.

Shaking out your hands and cracking your knuckles, you're about to get back to practicing when the front gates of the saloon are shoved open, made louder by the force of the wind. It was a tempest afternoon, and you were starting to worry that despite the revelry your name had developed over the last few months, traveling and performing for anyone who would watch, that tonight you wouldn't make much in tips if it developed into a full-blown storm and no one could even make it to the show.

"We gotta go. Come on." Billy's saying quickly, practically running up to you from the front doors.

"What? What's going on?" You can hear the distress in his voice, making your eyes go wide as you stand up from the stool you had borrowed from the bar to drag up into the cleared area they had made into a stage.

He yanks your guitar from your hands and shoves it into the case, trying his best to be gentle in his haste. "Twister's comin', we gotta get somewhere safer. Find a cellar or somethin'."

"Doesn't the bar have one? I-"

"No, it doesn't, I checked. Come on. Let's get you out of here." Before you can say a thing, not that you'd know what to say, he's grabbing you by the hand and pulling you back out the doors with your guitar case gripped tight in his other hand.

You're holding tight onto your journal as the wind whips your hair into your face and the back behind you in the same second, giving you the chance to look out off the porch of the saloon and out to the west of town beyond the few buildings on the street.

It's like the air is sucked out of your lungs when you see the sky, a twisted yellow and green tint to it that falls over everything and tints the world in an unfamiliar way.

"Come on!" Billy shouts, not giving you time to bask in the sick quiet of it all as he tugs on your hand again, trying to pull you in the direction of the residences up the hill. It was about a mile away, if memory served, but closer than that was where Harvey was staying if you took a left off the main road and down a side path leading straight to the Booker's home.

You follow him, letting him lead you over to the horses you had tied up outside, which were clearly anxious from the storm.

You watch the sky again as Billy makes quick work of untying them both and throwing the flimsy rope on your guitar case over his shoulder, letting the more restless of the two animals take off running. He would find you another horse later, he thinks, as he grabs onto your hips and lifts you quickly into the saddle of the one he kept a grip on.

You snap out of your daze, adjusting quickly and holding on as he climbs up behind you and reaches around you for the reins. He doesn't waste a second, snapping the leather cord and kicking the horse's side to get you moving away from the main strip and up towards the residential area.

"We have to go for Harvey!" You shout over the wind, lifting one arm to cover your mouth and nose from the wind that's keeping you from getting enough air. "Left, up here!" You point at the almost indistinguishable trail, and Billy doesn't ask any questions as he follows your direction.

It takes longer than Billy would have liked for you to reach the house beyond a small forest and nestled in a field, a small cozy cabin drenched in the rain that started to pour. A sign you weren't outrunning this tornado as well as he may have hoped. You hurriedly hop down from the horse and keep your arm over your face as you run for the door, pounding on it hopelessly.

"Harvey! You in there?" You shout, moving quickly on to looking in windows that stutter and shake from the force of the wind when there's no immediate answer, not that you'd be able to hear if there was. "Harvey!"

Then Billy is grabbing your arm again, pulling you off the porch. "This way! They must be in the cellar!"

It made sense, it was smart of him to look for that first, but you couldn't think straight at the moment. You knew tornadoes were common in this area, often deadly in Missouri, but you'd never encountered one before like the one creeping up on the town that you could see in the distance through the field.

The cellar on the Booker's property was entered through a barn near the house, the front door of which was already open from Billy busting it open a moment ago before coming back for you. It's dark, mostly, the light seeping in from the door behind you as Billy pushes you in ahead of himself.

You're so overwhelmed, so scared as you stick as close to Billy as you can, that you don't notice there's someone standing in the open barn until you hear the click of a gun loading over the creaking of the unsteady barn in the wind. The last time you heard that sound, your best friend was shot dead moments later, and the fear that pulsed through your veins felt like a tangible substance- like the liquid felt thicker, heavier; weighting you onto the spot where you stood and holding you there.

"Hey, woah, we didn't mean to startle you, we just-" Billy says, taking a step in front of you and holding you back with one arm, his other hand raised defensively.

"Don't move," The man spits, and you peek over Billy's shoulder, gripping onto the back of his sweater. That must be Elliot Booker. "I know who you are." He continues, and your heart drops.

"O-okay, well, it's, it's nice to meet you, I-" You assume he was talking to you, talking about how you're Harvey's "real" family.

"We got a kid down there, I'm not lettin' you get a step closer. You best be gettin' out of here." As he speaks, he doesn't even spare you a glance. His eyes are locked on Billy.

You're confused, but neither of the men in front of you seem to be. Billy's expression hardens, you can see it in the slight tense of his jaw as he keeps the back of his hand on your waist behind himself, making sure you're still there.

"We need some place to shelter, that storm is comin' in quick. She's a friend of your kid's. If you won't take me, let her in with you." Billy says, nodding back over his shoulder toward you.

You glance back at the door as the wind roars behind you, swinging the door wide open again. Despite everything that was going on or not going on between you and Billy, you weren't going without him. You cared that much, and apparently, he still did too.

"Mister Booker, please, I know this isn't the best way for us to meet, but-" You try to cut in but he isn't having it, loading the rifle and aiming it at you again as you take a step out from behind Billy to the side.

By the time he's done cocking the gun in your direction Billy's own pistol is out as well. You didn't even hear him move, but it was loaded before you could turn your head to look at it.

"If you know who I am, you'll know that shooting her is far from a smart move." He says through gritted teeth, and you can tell he means it based only on that heavy feeling returning and pinning you in place as he corrects himself to stand in front of you again. "You'll be dead before the first hair on her head hits the ground, you hear me?"

Mr. Booker's grip on the rifle remains firm, and he doesn't back down. You don't even know what's going on, you can't even begin to process or try and understand what Billy meant by that besides the obvious.

"If you know who I am..."

You look up at the back of Billy's head and the hat you'd worn a handful of times over the last several months when the sun was a little too bright or too hot on your skin, and where the frayed old rope tied to your guitar case still held it over his shoulder, the rope rubbing red into the skin of his neck. His broad shoulders that you'd dreamt of running your hands over but had only done so when he was helping you up onto the horse he had got for you with a good deal, exchanged for an afternoons work on a ranch somewhere in Texas, and out of nowhere, you don't think you know him.

But you do. You know he lost his family and his best friend like you did, and you know where he went to sleep on nights he couldn't stomach being under the same roof as his mother's awful husband. You know how his eyes crinkle when he laughs, and that he doesn't shave often and he doesn't need to. You know his favourite songs, and you know he can kind of play the guitar and with practice and your help he's getting better. You know he likes to sing too, though he doesn't admit it. You thought you knew he was a good man.

"You're lucky I haven't shot you yet to turn in your body tomorrow." The man responds after what feels like an eternity, and you're hardly sure you can hear anything anymore. "Go."

Billy keeps his eyes and his gun trained on Harvey's new caretaker as he pushes you slowly back toward the door, out into the storm again.

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Hi~

Just wanted to share two little ideas that came to me before I head to bed uwu

1) A teenage lord Blackwood wakes up in Stone Hedge in present time, and is kept by Amos as a "guest" as he tries to figure out just what is going on, and of course teen lord Blackwood is not an easy guest to keep!

It could also be adult lord Blackwood who wakes up in Stone Hedge, only remembering Willem & Samwell as little boys.

2) Teen Amos go's to sleep one night and wakes up in the past, woken up next to the boundary stones by teen lord Blackwood who demands to know what he's doing across the border!

Amos is so confused at first, mistaking lord Blackwood for Willem..until he hears his name!

During all this confusion & disbelief the two are ambushed and attacked by thieves, with Amos getting injured protecting/saving lord Blackwood's sake

(if only for future willem & samwell's sake)

Utterly shocked & confused over how hard this bracken is fighting to protect him, lord blackwood pulls an injured Amos onto his horse and brings him back to Raventree hall to be healed.

What do you think? :)

We can always discuss these ideas tomorrow if you'd like!

Lord Blackwood has a name now and it’s Byron. A rushed ending (had to finish it before I went feral and bit off my fingers).

Older Brackenwood post break up. Hints/background Davron. Also someone give Samwell a sainthood already.

Parental (non sexual) spanking and teens being moody and stupid.

Amos couldn’t believe his eyes when he laid eyes upon a teenaged Byron Blackwood. He’d honestly thought the gods sent a demon that looked exactly like his old Willem. Surely he must’ve been cursed for daring to love a Blackwood for years, the gods must’ve finally decided that now was the time to punish him. Amos knows the gods are fickle that way especially since it’s been twenty years since he last saw Willem, but the gods must’ve noticed that in his heart he still loved Willem.

It’s only after listening to Byron not so calmly state that he’s the future lord of Raven Tree Hall and that he demands to know where lord Bracken is. Amos knows Willem would never claim to be the future lord of Raven Tree Hall, even as young boys Willem always talked about how Samwell would be the lord and he’d advise him. Amos makes a snap decision to put Byron in a guest room, and get to the bottom of whatever in the seven hells has happened.

Byron is surprised if he’d been the one presented with a Bracken lordling he’d would’ve put that lordling in the dungeons. Amos tells Byron that he’ll be brought food,water, and wine shortly and to make himself comfortable in the meantime. Byron starts to protest that he’s not hungry but his stomach lets out a loud rumble. Amos chuckles and reiterates that food and drink will be sent to him shortly.

With his instructions clear about what to with Byron, he heads to the sept to pray for guidance and orders the kitchen staff to let him know when the food is ready. Otherwise he’s not to be disturbed. Amos had been praying in the sept for about thirty minutes when a servant comes to tell him that the food has been prepared. Would he like them to deliver the food or would Amos prefer to deliver it?

Amos prefers to deliver the food personally, he has questions for Byron before he alerts Samwell and Willem.

Amos can hear the shouts half way down the hallway, and sighs internally. He’s been through this with Aeron recently, something about a break up and it’s done for real this time? Anyway a quick spanking followed by a huge cured Aerons bad mood. Anyway he’s a little fuzzy on the details, mainly because he’s tried to secure a betrothal between Raylon and the daughter of lord Moonton, but Raylon absolutely refused saying he has someone else that he would like to marry. It would strengthen their house by tying the Blackwoods and Brackens together for the first time in generations.

Amos supports Raylons idea along with Samwell but Willem keeps advising against it. So Raylon also gets a spanking at the big age of sixteen, when Amos tells him that he’s working on it he’ll need to patient and Raylon starts to stomp around yelling that Amos is ruining his life.

Does Amos enjoy spanking his nephew and son? No he does not, he’s much prefer that they keep their teenage against to themselves and not subject him to it. Besides Amos also has to worry about the unrest in kings landing and dealing with Daemon who’s just landed at Harrenhal. Everyone knows Oscar is too young to lead on his own, and he’ll have to soon. Especially if the rumors about his grandfather are true, he’s at the strangers door begging to be let in. Plus with Daemons reputation preceding him, he might pressure Oscar to kill his grandfather so he can try to manipulate him.

Amos has the guards open the door to Byron’s room. It’s only sheer luck that he manages to avoid getting hit with an empty vase, but the servant carrying the food isn’t so lucky, she got hit in the face with a pillow.

Amos has had it already with Byron. He takes the tray away from the servant while asking if she’s okay? He tells her to go to the maester, just to sure. Once she’s left Amos walks into the room and places the food down on the small table. Amos tells Byron that he better not try to throw the tray, pitchers,cups, table or chairs at him. If Byron does well he’ll be spanked.

Byron is a young lordling and he should be able to act like one. Even if he is a Blackwood lordling.

Byron did almost grab a cup to throw at Amos but decides against when he sees the serious look in Amos’s eyes. Amos calls him a good boy. And proceeds to take bites of all the food and sips of the water and wine. Byron knows Amos did that to show that it’s not poisoned but he still waits a little bit to make sure that Amos won’t drop dead.

After Byron has deemed a good amount of time has passed and he won’t die from poison he starts to eat. While he’s eating he tries to ask Amos who he is and where is the old man lord Bracken? The one with hair as white as snow? He also mentions that his father will not hesitate to kill all the Brackens to get to him.

Amos explains that he’s the lord of Stone Hedge now, his father has been dead for 15 years now. As for Byron’s father he’s been dead even longer at this point close to 35 years. So no Byron’s father will not kill every Bracken to get to him. Amos can’t explain too much other than he knows Byron’s sons, one is the lord of Raven Tree Hall the other advises him. As soon as they’re finished with this conversation Amos will send a raven telling them to come collect their father.

Byron wasn’t accepting of any of the news that he’d received and therefore let his anger loose. He was lucky that he only threw water on Amos. Which is what he’s told when Amos demands that Byron lay on his lap, he’ll be getting 16 smacks on his ass. One for every year he’s been alive.

He’s a Blackwood lordling for gods sake and he shall act like it or he shall be reminded. With that being said Amos pats his lap for Byron to lay down, Amos does give him credit because not once did Byron cry out or protest the spanking. Amos is proud of Byron for behaving like the lordling he is and tells him as much when he hugs him.

Amos calls for the servants to come collect the tray, and fetch some of Raylons clothes so Byron can have clean clothes to change into, if he so wishes to.

Amos spends several days writing letters to Samwell and Willem. And with each passing day Amos is more distressed. Samwell writes that while he believes Amos, Willem doesn’t. Willem believes the letters are a ruse to get them to the borders only to be ambushed and killed leaving the Blackwoods with Benjicot as the leader. And with Ben as the leader, Amos can manipulate him into doing house Brackens bidding.

On the fourth day of letters being written Willem finally agrees to meet with Amos. Samwell insists on going with him, he doesn’t want Amos killed because Willem is still heartbroken years later. Willem agrees as long as they bring men to hide in the woods. Samwell can’t disagree with a valid point so he reluctantly agrees.

The day of the meeting Davos also manages to convince his father that he needs to be there. He’s been at the borders a lot more and knows how the Brackens operate, Samwell allows it. Davos wasn’t going to take no for an answer, Aeron had written to him about the situation and he was desperate to see Byron and Aeron. Byron because he’d heard so much about him, and how he hated Davos for being a bastard. He wanted to see Aeron to apologize for how he left things, he didn’t take the news of Aerons betrothal to a Mallister lady too well. He told Aeron that their agreement was off and to never contact him again. But Davos really misses his baby Aeron.

Amos can barely contain his excitement of getting rid of Byron. Having three moody teenagers in close proximity to him was taking a toll on his mental health and stress levels. The only good thing that Amos knew about was Byron would be taken back to Raven Tree Hall and become Samwell and Amos’s problem. It would only be after the meeting that his other two problems would also be fixed. Aeron would get back with Davos and Raylon would have permission to marry a Blackwood lady. He’d also get Samwell to agree to bend the knee to whoever Oscar tells them to, there shouldn’t be more needless bloodshed than what will be spilled later.

Samwell recognizes his father as soon as he sees him. Even if Willem hadn’t been an almost exact copy of Byron. Byron’s aura gave it away, there was gentleness mixed with hardness that he remembered from his early childhood. As soon as he confirms that this teen was Byron, Willem storms off.

Everyone is confused except for Samwell. Samwell explains that Willem always denied that he was anything like Byron, he wasn’t a copy of Byron. Willem always believed that he had more of his mother’s features in him than his fathers, but unfortunately he only had their mother’s wavy hair.

Byron is actually kind of hurt by that revelation, to know that at some point he’s going to be such a shit father that one of his sons is distressed at looking exactly like him. He makes a silent vow that when he returns to his own time, he’ll treat them better. And honor his future wife’s memory. But first he has to get back to his time.

Samwell takes Byron and encourages Davos to stay back and talk to the Brackens, he’s not a stupid man he saw the look Davos gave Aeron it was just like how Willem looked at Amos when he thought nobody was watching.

Amos actually asks if he can come onto Blackwood lands and continue their conversation? And so he can also have his horse back Bracken horses are valuable. Also his son Raylon would love to be able marry one of Samwells younger cousins, he’s refused the Moonton lady. Once again Samwell knows that Amos really wants to check on Willem, he knows that Amos still has feelings for Willem. Samwell allows it and also encourages Amos to ride ahead to catch up to Willem. Byron starts to protest to all that Samwell has agreed to but stops at the look Amos gives him, he’s not keen to be spanked again.

Amos catches up to Willem telling him that if he’s half the man his father started out as then he’ll be okay. His teenaged father is a somewhat kind man, and he’s honorable he kept his word after receiving a spanking. That he wouldn’t cause more trouble. That he’s capable of having a great love, the way he talked about his future wife was just in awe. Sure he didn’t really like that she’s half Bracken but Amos can sense that it will be a true love. So can Willem please go easy on himself, Amos can’t be there to hold him but he knows both Byron and Willem are good men in their own ways.

Willem concedes that sure he might look like his father but he knows he’s better than Byron. Amos just chuckles and tells him sure whatever he believes he can believe.

Meanwhile Davos and Aeron make up, and re-agree to their pact. Samwell also reassures Byron that he wasn’t a terrible father, but he could’ve been better.

That same night Byron goes to bed praying that he’ll be sent back to his time.

When he wakes up it’s back in his room in his weirwood bed. Byron immediately jumps out of the bed and calls for his guards, it’s only after he sees that they’re his guards from childhood does he relax. He tells them that he would like them to tell the servants that he’ll have his breakfast in his solar. And also he’ll need an axe and new bed, he needs to burn it before he gets throw into a different time again. And with that they’re dismissed.

Byron tries so hard to keep his promise that he’ll always be kind to his sons and he does but after his wife dies it’s just too much. He only knows pain from loosing her and it’s hard for him to contain it.

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Part 2!

Heimdall x reader (Greek Goddess)

Many of you liked this shot, so I decided to write the second part 😁 Enjoy! 💕

-> part 1

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Apparently you two were supposed to talk today, so you were waiting for Heimdall to come talk… But it was late and you were still sitting in your room waiting for something that probably will never happen.

Was he just playing with you? He messed with your intimacy and decided to leave it like that? Was he trying to prove something or what?

You still remembered the warmth of his body, his hand in your hair as he gently combed it… and most importantly, you remembered how he brushed his lips lightly against yours. It was a very short and fleeting moment, but it was etched in your memory. You ran your finger slowly over your bottom lip as you thought about that moment, then shook your head.

You were supposed to talk today and he blew you off. He doesn't deserve you to think about him. Right?

You shouldn't care at all. It's that asshole's loss, not yours. Besides, you two don't even match… Okay, who exactly are you trying to fool? You couldn't just stop thinking about him, especially when it started to look like you two might get along…

Determined, you grabbed a piece of paper, ink, and a pen, and sat down at your desk to write a letter. At first you let out all your anger at him, but the more you wrote, the softer your words became. And you ended up writing the last line with tears already running down your cheeks and smearing the last words about how you feel about him. You set the pen aside and quickly wiped the tears from your face with the back of your hand. What did it get you to cry because of… Love… Even when you had your episode with Ares, it wasn't like that. Maybe a little after he died, but it was so long ago you can't even remember.

You got up from the table, leaving a letter on it. You weren't so sure if you wanted to give it to him anymore... Now you needed air most of all after waiting in the room all day. Maybe you can drop it off at his door later, but you'll see.

* * *

The walk definitely improved your mood, especially since you also met Sif, with whom you chatted and joked a bit. You've almost forgotten about your recent minor meltdown.

You were almost to your room when suddenly someone covered your eyes with some fabric  and pulled you back. This mysterious individual stopped against the wall while you were now leaning your body against his.

“Just don't scream like a slaughtered pig, no one's going to kidnap you, sunshine. At least in theory.” So Heimdall hasn't forgotten that you were supposed to talk today?

Just what was he actually doing? Did he make up another stupid game, this time blindfolding you?

“In theory?” you replied, trying to get the fabric off your eyes, but Heimdall slapped lightly your hand quickly as soon as you did.

“Appreciate that I'm trying at all.” he murmured. You felt him tie the shawl behind you so he doesn't have to hold it all the time.  Then he came out from behind you, firmly grabbing your hand.

“It's dark anyway, and I can't see much.”

“Stop or I'll leave you right here.” You giggled and didn't say anything else, just nodded.  Maybe you were supposed to be offended by him, but you were too curious about what he came up with…

You were already surprised that he would do such a thing at all.  You'd never expect any surprises from him, except for some stupid jokes. But you hoped there would be no silly jokes today.

 “Sta…” He didn't have time to warn you, you already tripped over a stair you forgot existed.  Fortunately, he was ahead of you in time and caught you. “...ir.” he sighed softly.  “I knew it”

“You could have warned earlier.” You replied as you continued walking.

“I could.” Two things intrigued you about this situation. Did he lie that he knew it would happen, or did he want it to happen so he could play the knight on the white horse who saved you from falling.

It would have been nice if he had answered that silent question of yours, but apparently he preferred to remain silent. That's why you decided to assume from his ‘I could’ that he wanted to play your hero. It didn't even bother you.

Suddenly you stopped. You felt him let go of your hand and grab your waist tightly, lifting you up and placing you on what you thought was the saddle, you weren't sure. You were sure of this belief only when you touched what you were sitting on and a little further, realizing that it was Gulltoppr.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked as he sat down behind you. Then he wrapped his arms around you lightly, grabbing the reins. You felt that closeness again, the warmth radiating from his body when you were close. You weren't sure at first, but you leaned back against him, feeling his breath on the side of your forehead now.

“Over some cliff I'll throw you off, or into a lake I'll drown you in, I haven't decided yet. Alternatively, Gulltoppr may eat you.” You rolled your eyes, though of course he couldn't see it, but maybe he sensed it.

“And seriously?”

“Seriously, I'm not going to tell you.” The warmth of his breath transferred to your ear and cheek. “Some trust would be useful, sunshine.” He whispered in your ear and you shivered at his voice.

You didn't expect it, especially since you were blindfolded the whole time, but… You liked it. He must have sensed it because right after that he placed his hands on your thighs as if nothing had happened, which made you tense up even more.

You didn't even know how far you were actually riding, you were too focused on those small gestures that could take your breath away for a moment. Especially every time, when he was gently running his hand over part of your thigh...

You must have finally made it there because his hands disappeared from your thighs and he himself jumped to the ground.

“Come on, jump.” You heard his voice from downstairs. You remained skeptical at first, not moving from your spot. “Don't worry sunshine, I'll catch you.”  You could bet he smiled as he said that.

For lack of a better option - although you could have tried to remove the shawl from your eyes again, but you decided not to spoil the surprise - you simply slid off the saddle. Luckily for you, Heimdall didn't trick you and he caught you, setting you down and taking your hand again, leading you behind him

“You can keep the shawl.” you heard as you stopped again and he started to untie the fabric you had in front of your eyes. It gently descended, landing on your neck, and you finally saw where he took you. “It's yours anyway”

It was this one place by the river, not outside the walls of Asgard. You always liked coming here by yourself, it was probably your favorite place, especially late in the evening, when the moonlight reflected so beautifully on the water, as it does now.

But wait... It's your scarf, so... Was he in your room...? Does that mean he could potentially find your letter to him? No, definitely not… But you left it on the table, damn…

“Okay, first of all…” And here it is, he found the letter.  He just held it in his hand, standing in front of you, maybe one small step away. “I'm surprised by the amount of insults you've come up with for me, I especially like ‘fop’ but the top prize goes to ‘gold teeth piranha’, creative.” You already felt yourself blushing. “Secondly, what did you write at the end? It's so fucking blurry I can't read it.” You averted your gaze.

You remembered exactly what you wrote there, but you tried hard not to think about it. You didn't want him to read it all out of you like an open book. It's enough that he could see that you cried while writing this letter.

“Hey, you wanted to talk, so… talk to me now.” He noticed and stepped closer.

Okay, you only live once. You took a deep breath and decided to tell the truth.  Damn, you're the goddess of love, you shouldn't be embarrassed…!

“I like you.” You said but still didn't look at him.

“Many people like me…”

“I love you and you made me cry today because I thought you totally blew me off and yesterday you were just making fun of me, that…” You were already looking him straight in the eyes when you said it. You watched him slowly walk even closer to you, you only stuttered when he was so close that your bodies were almost touching. “That we have some things in common and… and there could be something between us…”

“Between us? What?” You looked down a little, embarrassed and saddened by the tone of his statement. Besides, you tried hard not to pay attention to the hand, whose fingertips gently traced your neck and shoulders. “Wall? Abyss?” He leaned even more towards you.  His hand had already traveled to your cheek, and his face was close enough that you only had to lean forward slightly for your lips to connect. “Or did you mean love?” You closed your eyes for a moment, making more and more attempts not to cry as soon as he painfully rejects you. Classic Heimdall, sends out conflicting signals all the time, only to hurt someone badly afterwards. “But don't cry, sunshine. If there's one thing that's certain in this world, it's that I'm not lying: We're alike. I'm even willing to risk saying that we could get along. On many levels.

You didn't expect such a twist, but you didn't have much time to think about it. Your lips were finally allowed to meet, which gave you a sudden burst of warmth. You hadn't kissed in so long that for a moment you were afraid you'd forgotten how to do it.

But luckily that moment of shock passed quickly and you soon started kissing back, your hands in his hair, between the braids. Suddenly you felt him grab you under your thighs and lift you up.  You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips and then felt your back crash into the nearest tree.

The heat of his lustful kisses soon descended to your neck and part of your exposed decolletage. You gasped softly at every contact of his mouth and tongue against your skin.  You savored the moment as much as you could, throwing your head back and resting it against the tree trunk, when suddenly…

 You heard a yawn and felt Heimdall lean his head against your breasts, closing his eyes.

“I haven't slept in four days, give me a minute…” He yawned again, cuddling closer to you.

You smiled to yourself and laughed softly, taking his hands from under your thighs and after a moment you were back on the ground. But not for long, because with your back still against the tree, you sat down on the ground, looking at him.

“Come on.” You said and patted your thighs, seeing his surprised expression. He looked at you strangely, obviously not used to this kind of thing at all, but eventually he sat next to you and then lay down, resting his head on your thighs.

Your smile widened as you slowly undid his braids, watching his relaxed expression as he lay there with his eyes closed, resting. Even if no one has ever done it to him like you do now, you could be sure that he likes it and will want to do it again.

You secretly hoped that one day you would be able to lay your head on his thighs and just rest while he would be playing with your hair...

“Sing you a lullaby?” You asked as you saw him start to fall asleep.

“I'm not a child.” He replied, even opening his eyes for a moment to look at you. The fact that it was dark made the unique color of his eyes even more striking. Until you stopped stroking his hair for a while, plunging into your daydreams. “But you can keep on caressing…” These words brought you back to reality.

You chuckled under your breath and continued to brush his hair, humming something softly. You stared at his calm face for a moment, but then you shifted your gaze to the water, which was still reflecting the moonlight. Even though you've seen it so many times, it's still a beautiful sight...

“Maybe we'll go back…?” You wanted to suggest going home so he could sleep in bed, but it looked like he'd already fallen asleep on your thighs… “Sweet dreams, tease.”

~

-> part 3 -> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

*some tags for those who seemed to be waiting for part 2* @apocalypticwafflekitten @looking4regi @manymaria111 @grand-admiral-luna @heleciacrow @sp-the-fae-queen @xplore-the-unknwn

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ SAINTS BLOOD by SEBASTIEN DE CASTELL / ch10 - ch18 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'three against thirteen is terrible odds.'

'i wouldn't know. i've never had that much money.'

'you'll try to kill me, of course.'

'then you'll be dead /and/ embarrassed.'

'i know it isn't your usual approach, but i'd suggest you consider surrender.'

'the last time i surrendered to someone they tortured me until there was almost nothing left of me.'

'there's always luck. and red, bloody rage.'

'you're killing her.'

'i'm not sure if you've noticed but the bad men here are pointing weapons at us.'

'i really need to find a new job. one that doesn't involve swords.'

'you don't reason with mobs for the same reason you don't reason with hordes of fire ants: they're too stupid to understand what you're saying and eventually they'll just swarm over you.'

'try not to get torn to pieces.'

'this is what you do, you know.'

'you throw yourself into fights you have no real chance of winning.'

'it's the only thing i know how to do that ever works.'

'it's a /staff/, not a stick.'

'say there, friend, why exactly have you chosen to tie that nice fellow to a post?'

'you would attack an unarmed man?'

'that was a remarkably foolish gamble.'

'something you need to see, going to make your day a whole lot worse.'

'so how long have you been riding around with a corpse strapped to your horse?'

'help me get the ropes off, will you? my hands are still too numb; i was tied up for hours.'

'i just didn't have any faith any more.'

'he was, in fact, a son of a bitch.'

'he's a little slow sometimes, but he usually gets there in the end.'

'would someone /please/ tell me what we're talking about so i can decide if i care?'

'she wants to speak with you and that is the only gift left that either of us can give her now.'

'we pray in the shadows that we may summon the light.'

'well, i'd sort of had my heart set on an extended discussion of just how terrible you look, but if you insist, we can move straight on to how bad you smell.'

'now i remember why i liked you.'

'see, when you put it that way i don't sound very clever.'

'his desires cannot abide mercy. he will destroy it unless you stop him.'

'i suspect he despises a great many things.'

'the only thing the gods ever call any of us is fools.

'are you too busy sleeping with men for money to bring me some tea?'

'there are still things worth saving.'

'i would have spared you this if i could.'

'do not touch me with those hands, those hands of violence — hands meant only for holding swords and shedding blood.'

'you know i could kiss you right now, don't you?'

'oh well. i've been cursed plenty of times in my life and nothing too bad's happened yet, right?'

'"arsehole" is a terrible name for any beast.'

'your nervous griping is taking all the fun out of this trip.'

'maybe if we found you a proper weapon you wouldn't feel quite so scared all the time.'

'of course you'd rather sleep out in the cold.'

'i hear the call of music, a soft bed, women and, most importantly, beer.'

'you can /hear/ the beer?'

'and here i thought you were on a mission to get drunk and bed the local schoolteacher.'

'i can do more than one thing at a time. i'm ambidextrous.'

'how about, instead of pining here in your little room, you go down there and be a fucking man for a change?'

'go ahead and tell me what's wrong with me.'

'of course some of it's real. i mean, it's a giant pain in the arse, so it has to be real.'

'walk in like a man, mind you, not some shade of the long dead.'

'if you're both so fucking cursed then i'm sure lightning will strike you down.'

'dancing. well there's a tactic that never occurred to me.'

[bookishfeylin]

49!!!!!!!!

49. “Well this is awkward…”

"You don't know how to ride horses bareback?"

There was no malice in the High Lord's question, but Feyre flinched nonetheless.

Looking behind her as she left the stables after their afternoon ride, she wasn't surprised to see Tamlin frowning. "I never learned."

"Why?" He asked, standing up and crossing his arms. The afternoon sun caught his golden mask as he stepped out of the stables, the glow giving him an almost-angelic effect that made it easy to forget what he was. Almost.

Feyre thought over his question, then replied, "When we were wealthy, my governess always told me it was much more dangerous than riding with a saddle. And when we became poor... I was too busy trying to keep us alive to learn."

Tamlin hummed at her answer, his frown deepening as they walked back towards the manor, and his silence awakened another kernel of fear and humiliation deep within her. He was probably thinking that she was just a stupid, ignorant human-- "Perhaps I should teach you, then. If you'd like."

Feyre's face heated, but as much as a part of her wanted to say no, Feyre couldn't find it within her to turn down learning a potentially valuable skill. "I'd appreciate it," she said at long last, when the silence between them became too drawn out for her.

"Then meet me here"--Tamlin gestured around the entrance to the manor--"at dawn tomorrow."

~~~

Against all reason, Feyre found herself at the manor's grand doors before dawn, and she was pleasantly surprised to see Tamlin already standing outside.

At her shock, Tamlin tilted his head, half-smiling, and if he weren't wearing a mask Feyre guessed he would've had an eyebrow raised. "I'm an early riser. Always have been," he said, by way of explanation. "Come on."

But instead of leading her to the stables, Tamlin lead her through the sprawling gardens and out into the woods beyond. As they passed the outermost boundary of the manor's grounds, Feyre frowned, wondering why they seemingly weren't going to get their horses.

What was he going to teach her to ride, a fence?

The pair walked further a little ways until the woods gave way to a meadow, and there Tamlin stopped.

Feyre crossed her arms. "I thought you were going to teach me to ride bareback."

"I am."

"There's no horses for me to learn on. So how exactly--" Feyre was cut off by a bright flash of light consuming Tamlin, before the light disappeared in the blink of an eye. And left a white horse in place of the High Lord.

Feyre's heart pounded. "No."

Tamlin tilted his head, golden mane swaying slighly in the breeze, before asking, "Why not?" His voice coming from a body that was neither his High fae form nor his beast form was... disorienting, to say the least. "I'm probably safest for you to learn on. Unlike an actual horse I won't throw you, or kick you, or trample you."

Feyre's mouth opened, then closed again. Loathe thought she was to admit it, he had a point.

Triumphant, Tamlin trotted before her and kneeled, giving her the opportunity to climb on his back. After wringing her hands a final time, Feyre finally stepped forward and lowered herself onto his back, grabbing his mane as he stood up again.

Just that morning, she'd been somewhat excited to see how he was going to teach her to ride bareback, but now... now she was riding on his back. Riding on the back of a High Lord of Prythian. Feyre's face burned. “Well this is awkward…” she eventually managed to stutter out, and below her Tamlin snorted. This lesson had only just begun, and there was no doubt in Feyre's mind that this was going to get much, much worse.

Resigned to her fate, Feyre gulped, and just hoped Lucien would never hear about this.

[foxtwink]

i think you would like it here, do you? laying side by side with a shitty show and a drink between us. i'd move closer until my arm was touching yours. no, i'd put my head on your lap- what's the hesitance now? it's all already gone, over before it ever began. would you wish me happy birthday, would you get me a stupid little gift? a celebratory tequila, or offer to let me try shrooms again? i thought about saving you a piece of chocolate, during winter break. it was innocent, childlike, sweet. you never texted first. you never came over again. would you like to? i would like that, but it doesn't matter. i know when i'm being used, even when you say you wouldn't do that. but i don't think i was being used. i wanted it more than you did, i think. maybe i was the one using you. the problem is, i never stopped. still standing here with the thought of you, when what you needed was for me to let go. i wish you'd told me that you didn't want this. then i wouldn't cling on to the potential, the possibility of us. instead all you could tell me: it's for the best. i wish you didn't get to decide that for the both of us.

i wonder if you really moved on so quickly. i don't doubt it. i just wish that you didn't. i finished all the chocolates. your pepto bismol is still on my shelf. the toothbrush i lent you sits on top. i'm not pathetic enough to touch them just to touch the ghost of you. i have a hoodie that looks exactly like yours, albeit smaller. i leave it on my bed and sometimes i pretend you really did forget yours here, permanently. the rockmore cherub baby tee has lost your scent, i think. i still sleep with it anyways. sometimes i pretend i can still pick up a hint of you.

did you ever go to that doctor's appointment? did they ever figure out what was causing your pain? i wonder sometimes if i could hold you until it went away, kiss you until it made its way through your mouth and into my body. i could text you, i could ask. i haven't tried to message since you left me on seen on instagram. was that a week ago, or two? i've been trying not to check, not to text you. your number on my phone, i'm trying to memorize. it's the last platform that you haven't left me on seen on, between the three, because you texted last and i'm not pathetic enough to go for three for three. i saved it so i could read back "I'll get it another time". it's not a promise. it's just a hope. i wanted you to come back. not for the pepto, which was a front and an excuse. for me.

come over. we can pretend that we matter, here, i'll show you how. start with that look in your eye, the tender skin on your neck, and the swell of your chest beneath my hand. i always looked so good next to you, confident and cool, edgy and effervescent. i thought you looked pretty good next to me, too, didn't you? dark horse doesn't always mean fuckup. we made a pretty pair with your dagger earrings and the dagger i drew on my right cheek with eyeliner, which people thought was a face tattoo. i liked how we fit, like when we slept pressed tight to each other or when i straddled your back or when i put you in guard and you told me to let go because you got hard i think. when they asked if you were my boyfriend i entertained the thought. but i would never ask that of you, i think. the two of us, together, we weren't built for that kind of love unless we stumbled into it by accident. all i really want is more of you. i don't know what that means. i don't even know if i'd be jealous, if you were seeing other people. but i'd guard my piece of you greedily.

hey, did you ever cut things off with that woman you went to thailand with? you never answered me when i asked. i just sort of assumed you did, since you told me you planned to. but i was younger, more naive, and 20 is bigger than 19. besides, we were spending time together then. here, let me rephrase. is she good for you? in what way? do you like her, or her body? i wish you had an answer because it would matter to me, if you liked your taste of me more, or if you just wanted what she could give you and not her. does it matter that her son is closer in age to me than you are? the real question is, could you ever see it, you and me, in some insurmountable number of years? i tell myself i'll move on, that i've felt this way before and moved on. but i never really moved on from him, did i? things just got easier. i learned to live with the memory like a quiet housemate. now i add you to the apartment. i tell myself i'd wait for you, but is it a lie? hey, what was prison like? tell me again. what was your hometown built upon? how did you change, instantaneously or slow and steady, avalanche or worn cliff face? and what do you think is your future? you answered that one once. you didn't want it to be drifting, but you were afraid it would be, forever. i told you then i believe in you but i didn't dare presume to say what i really meant. i wanted to anchor you. we could float together, or you could beach upon my shore.

you told me to get a job. you told me to work out, go to the gym. you said we need to find me another guy. i wish i could laugh in your face but if i ever saw you again i'd be reduced to the version of myself you brought out: sweet, soft, gentle. i'd want your approval, even if in secret, even if i teased you mercilessly. once i find a ride i'll start getting paid. my round 2 interview for a summer internship was today and i feel like i nailed it, would you be proud? it's 11:24pm and i need to wake up at 5:45am or so for my workout, at the gym. i'm supposed to be studying for a math quiz, but i'm busy writing about you. guess what? apparently plenty of lesbians are available and find me attractive. not quite a new guy but i think for all intents and purposes they fit your meaning. hey, maybe that girl i met at peet's for coffee would make out with me since she asked if i wanted to. i think i want that. she's older, but i don't know by how much, and i don't want to ask. it would remind me too much of you. but there's a reason i want nothing more than making out and casual dates right now, and i guess that reason is you. when i don't progress at the gym, i don't know if i disappoint myself, or you.

i could have seen my ex today, at the ceo's talk, but he didn't come. i started hyperventilating outside the door. i wish i could tell you that. i wish you could comfort me. it hurts that i have no one left in the human-sized imprint on my bed and pillow. it hurts that i have no one to reach for when i text, and no one to tell these thoughts to. but it hurts more that it can't be you. everything we did together was magical, and it was made beautiful because of you. i told you that you gave me some of the best days of my life, and i still mean it. whether we were at a party or in the bathroom, or tousling on a bed; everything, everything, brought joy. i don't even regret it. somehow you kind of let this go without ever hurting me. i hope i never hurt you too. but i hope you kept that video i think you took of me, the one you never sent, from the warehouse party. i hope you kept the picture i took of me laying on you on my bed. i hope you kept all of my drawings, but especially the first one that i did on your tablet.

i've just been trying to tell you that i miss you. i'm sorry that i miss you. i don't want to. i wish i could tell you i've put everything behind me and moved on. i know that's what everyone says is good for me, including you. maybe i'll get there one day, okay? i just want you too badly right now. i'd tell you that i love you but it would be like how romeo loved strangers. i'm not sure if it would be true, or just plain stupid. i care about you, that's all. i want to drunk text you, just once, but i know anything i do to you would just push you further away. all i can do is wait. and hope. maybe one day you'll text me again. maybe when you finally do, none of this will matter anymore.

[clubsmarties]

"Maybe you're just a light sleeper," he retorted. His quick wit on full display. "You could just ignore my texts but you send it back nearly a second after. So, maybe most likely, you're just waiting for it." Wally nodded his head. "Oh yeah, definitely. Keeping that one in my heart. It's special. You, lila paid me a compliment. Totally shouting that from the rooftops." In all honesty he loved giving her a hard time and this time was no different. "You pretending you don't like my voice doesn't bother me because I know you do." He didn't really but still fun to tease her.

The sea was beautiful and he knew it but even that gorgeous sight couldn't tear his own eyes from her. She encapsulated beauty like he never had seen before. Even as she talked he couldn't keep his eyes from behaving and not drinking her in like she was water and he was the desert in need of hydration. "It's not weird," he shook his head. "It makes sense. It doesn't sound stupid. Never when it comes to you. I like that you felt at peace. Sometimes places do that to you. Kind of sounds like how you also have to respect the horses when you first learn to ride them. Ever been horse back riding?"

His fingers glided to a soft stop as his index tangled in her hair for a moment. "I wouldn't throw you over of this thing. That's a deep dive down. What kind of monster do you take me for?" As for the cave he couldn't help but laugh. "It's a very nice super high cave. Looks like a ceiling." She didn't believe him he knew that so one handed he took out his phone and sent her the cave picture.

He took his hand and placed it over hers in an attempt to offer up comfort hearing her deep breath. Though he didn't look at her he kept his eyes on the sky. He thought there was something that was said to have her react the way she had. Her giggle made him laugh. "That's true. Annie is going to hate whoever ends up being swept up in the chaos. As it is she has a list of qualities she wants for me. Though, gotta say she does have a strong liking to you. Maybe you're the one I end up with." Though that was said non chalently there was a part of him, the side that truly did like her, could see himself with her.

He bumped her back as a smile overtook his features. "They may look alike but not all are the same. One may have a short claw than the others. Not good to generalize." Wally teased and sighed. "You kind of signed up for this. At least you won't be alone in every lifetime. You'll have someone you know and who knows exactly how you need to be annoyed." Keeping eye contact with her felt intimate. Something only lovers did when they wanted to convey words but they weren't necessary.

He hummed at the question which hadn't really been asked much. The only people that knew were family so this was a little funny. "I do," he stated before he explained. "I mean I believe in the gods not Jesus and all that the Christians believe in. But more so Greek Gods. The crystals and magic of it all." His eyes widened at that. "Fate. I didn't before but now, well, they gave me something to believe could be considered fate. Met you didn't I? Diana is a real believer and it kind of rubbed off on me. As for reincarnation? I don't know about that. Not because I don't believe it but I just don't know enough. Wild I know because you'd think believing in Greek gods would be a straight shot into reincarnation but I don't know."

"I do believe in good deeds gets repaid. Like find a penny then you'll have good luck all day long." That wasn't the same he knew it but it was where he was at. "No psychic. They freak me out. But I have gotten those future cards from the machines at the carnival. I got one that said you'll soon annoy a brunette who isn't what they seem."

Picturing them as fishermen was funny. He knew he couldn't do it. But for her, she would probably be good at it. "Watch, you'd be one to make it look easy." The quip about her voice made him nod. "I do love your voice. Why do you think I ask you so many things at one time." Wally tilted his head as he rolled his eyes. "You hype it up so much now you got me curious. I would like to go. And who better to go with than you. Are you gonna deny me that?" He wasn't above using puppy dog eyes. "Why not? You can't say because of work. Lame."

He looked at her yawn and smiled. Biting down on his lip. "I can take you home but only after you agree to adventure week with me. Not let work get in the way. Just give me one week. How about a week of adventure with me?" He shook his head and had none of that. "You're not an ass. I don't think that. You're a bit of a hard shell but it's not a bad thing. Maybe we will come up here again. Fireworks day is pretty epic."

Mentions of her late nights elicited an eyeroll from her. "As if you're not the one sending me a message first, maybe you just wake me up. Ever thought about that?" Which of course was a lie. She was glad for the company, being a very light sleeper, every other new sound kept her awake. "Oh god, I paid you a compliment you're going to hold onto that forever now aren't you?" A playful groan came from her as she smirked to herself, it wasn't as if it was a lie, his voice was soothing.

"No," she said shaking her head, a tiny small smile as she stared out at the sea. "I just took it for what it was. Let it envelope me. I think I felt more whole there, it was weird." It wasn't like she could go into how or why without telling him everything about her. "It was the most peaceful my life had been in a very long time. I think the fact that I just had to accept the surroundings and respect it just felt nice. I don't know it sounds stupid now that I say it out loud like this. I think I'm just tired now." Getting into it now would have to be explaining the dominos that stacked in her life that led to the moment of her needing to flee and lay low for a while, who she really was. Right now was not the time for that, she wanted to be someone else for a while.

Feeling his fingers run through her hair, she closed her eyes for a moment. Old memories that flashed through her head. There was something to be said about how Wally just opened up to her that she couldn't put her finger on, made her want to open up and tell her why she had fears too. This small moment they shared, the sounds of the waves crashing and the salt in the air filling her lungs, it felt intimate in a way that she hadn't experienced before. She didn't feel pity for him, having been on the end of many brutal things as a child, and an adult, she found herself sympathizing with him. The sympathy ended abruptly when he suggested going into a cave. "I trust you to not shove me off the top of this thing, but you trying to make me go into a cave," she shook her head. "We're back to square one now, Agent. Maybe send me a picture of the damn thing and then I'll see. "

The thought of just the sound of a man breathing heavy made her shiver, unpleasant memories surfacing. Inside the the hoodie, her fingers curled into fists, digging her nails into the palms of her hands. "Yeah," she said trying to shake it off, taking a deep breath and letting it out slow forcing herself to remind herself that she was here, not there. The talk of Annie helped ground her memory back to now, chuckling at the thought of the girl swimming in one of his sweaters. She could understand the attachment that the girl had with her uncle, it was the way she herself missed her father. He had doted on her while he was around. "Of course she does, she loves you. You're her favorite person. Anything that takes you from her, she'll hate. I feel sorry for the one you end up dating or marrying, Annie will be someone to contend to. People usually have sisters and brothers to grill their significant others, you have an Annie." The thought alone had her giggle.

"Lobsters all look the same," she bumped her shoulder into his with a wide grin on her face. "So you're saying I can't shake you in any lifetime? What did I do?" A small groan in a jestering manner came from her as she stretched out a bit, beginning to tire from sitting in the same position. Stretching her legs out straight in front of her, she took her hands out of her pocket and stretched out to touch her toes before sitting back up with her back against the wall, but she looked at him the entire time, letting him know that she was still listening to him. "That sounds nice and not boring at all." When you were haunted by ghosts of things done and done to you, it seemed like such a weird concept to her that people would willingly want to see them, but a dream about it seemed just as strange to her. Shrugging at the thought of past lives, she looked back out across the ocean. "My dad believed in reincarnations, fate, gods, fairies and all of that but I don't know if he actually believed in it or just was curious and loved stories. When I was in India I learned about karmic lives and reincarnation, and," taking a deep breath, she thought about her life, what karma would her past self have to make up for having to live this life? What karma would her next life have to pay off for everything she did in this life? Letting it out, she looked over at him. "I think there's some truth to it but I don't think we're meant to really know. I mean yeah I've thought about it once or twice but what good would it do me now? You know?" Shrugging she didn't know how to respond fully without also being angry about what she had gone through this life if any of it was true, then she had to have been a terrible person before, karma comes back to you 10 fold, the woman had told her. What would her next reincarnation have to go through for what she did in this one? "I just don't think that I've given it much thought. Just sort of wanted to make it to the next morning kind of thing. What about you? You believe in it? Seen a psychic, have them read your palm and tell you all about your past and future?"

"I don't know, I'm not much of a fisher either. Just because I was on the boat doesn't mean I did much fishing. Helped with the traps most of the time and looked for the lobsters with eggs. So we might both be shit fishers." Shaking her head, she chuckled. "No thanks, I think thats enough me being carried around for a while. And of course you do. Everyone loves my voice." It was joke said teasingly as she brought a shoulder up to her face and smiled over at him. "Again with that! You really don't let things go, do you?" Laughing, she shook her head. "I don't know, you held back bringing me here for how long? I don't think I should be taking you anywhere just yet." Or ever, she thought.

Yawning, she took a look at her phone. "I should get back to my place. Get at least an hour or two of sleep before I have to get ready for the lawyers." Sighing, she began to get up slowly, not wanting to leave. "If this case wasn't important I'd probably reschedule it, its really nice up here." Taking one last look out across the sea, she looked back at him and smiled. "Honestly, thanks for bringing me. I know I can be a bit of an ass, but thanks. This was a million times better than getting laid. "

[finger-lakes-ghostbusters]

[BEGIN VIDEO PLAYBACK]

[Security camera footage shows a room off to the side of where the holiday festivities are taking place, Damien sitting alone and hanging his head as if in thought. Sounds of music and general merry-making filter from below, but he seems to show little to no reaction to them.

After a moment, Taya enters the room as well, sitting down next to him with a soft smile.]

Penny for your thoughts, old man?

[Damien visibly startles as he turns towards her, trying and failing to keep his face neutral.]

Heh. That obvious, huh?

[Though her expression is off-screen, Taya's gentle smile can be heard through her tone.]

It's been obvious to a lot of people, honey. That you're getting withdrawn again. And who knows what else. And I thought we went over healthy coping mechanisms after all that nonsense with Zygna happened.

[A soft grumble. Damien leans away from her.]

Eva put you up to this, didn't she?

Honey, Eva didn't put me up to anything. I decided to do this myself. Eva's a great girl, don't get me wrong, but subtlety isn't exactly one of her strong suits. You two are too alike in personality for her to get much in the way of anything helpful out of you. I thought you'd like having another friend around to vent to this time.

[Taya scoots closer to him, slowly.]

So tell me what's up, hon. I promise, nothing you say is going to leave this room. And I won't judge you for it, either. Scout's honor.

[Damien looks away from her for a moment, visibly considering. He takes a noticeably shaky exhale, hand running through his salt-and-pepper hair almost absent-mindedly. And then he turns back to her, nods solemnly, and begins.]

Alright.

I just....moving on and moving forward should mean I'm better than constantly overthinking things at this point, shouldn't it? But dios, if I can't stop. I keep thinking that Craig and Marvin would be here if I'd been stronger. If I'd been smart enough to read into what we were getting ourselves into. That this whole situation could have been solved so much earlier if I'd just studied why we were dealing with so many fantasmas in the first place. Around and around it goes. I shouldn't be thinking about it. Sounds estúpido when I say it out loud, even, but....

And then it was our anniversary a few weeks ago. The anniversary of when Marv and I first....and I couldn't stop thinking about that, either. Even though I talked to them both, and I know they forgive me for what happened. I still miss both of them, and....and I shouldn't be so stuck in the past! I should be moving on! I should be trying to be better! But I'm just some stupid anciano who can't stop overthinking things, and...and I still don't think I deserve to be around you. Any of you. How can I be a good leader when I'm caught up in everything that's ever happened to me?

[Damien's voice, which has risen to a shout, now becomes soft. Hushed. As if he's realized that the outburst of emotion was uncalled for.]

I should be....I....I don't know how else to be. I'm failing all of you.

[For a long moment, silence stretches between the two of them. And then slowly, as if she is interacting with a skittish horse rather than another human being, Taya extends her hand to place it upon Damien's knee, squeezing slightly in an attempt to gain his attention. Her voice is strong but gentle as he glances at her, her kindness and compassion shining through even if her facial expression can't be seen.]

You listen to me, Damien. If someone else is going through a rough time, do you judge them for dwelling on those things?

....No.

Exactly. Honey, I'm not a doctor of the mind. Never have been, probably never will be. But what I do know is that healing isn't linear. You're allowed to feel good one moment and like garbage the next. You're allowed to dwell on the things that made you happy or sad in your past. You're allowed to take as long as you need to to feel alright again. You're allowed to take steps back, even. The important thing is that you don't let it consume you. That you reach out for help when you need it. And Damien, you should know by now that we're all here to help you.

[Damien stares at Taya for a long moment, his mouth working but no sound coming out. He seems utterly pole-axed as he sits there, words eventually coming out in something of a strangled whisper.]

....but what if I keep messing things up?

Then you let that happen, Damien. Hon, if you try to strive for perfection in every single aspect of your life, you're gonna work yourself into an early grave. Trust me on that much. You're not broken, you're human. And if there's one thing that working in healthcare for so long has taught me, it's that humans are messy little creatures sometimes. But they're also there to pick each other up when it matters the most. And if you trust us to pick you up, I think you're gonna be better off for it. Now, come on.

[She offers her outstretched hand to Damien, and the very corners of a bright smile can be seen upon her face.]

Stop mopin' in the dark like some kind of vampire and come join the festivities, alright? Everything's gonna be alright.

[Damien tries his best to mirror the smile as he takes the proffered hand, pulling himself into a standing position.]

Gracias, Taya. I think I'll take you up on that offer, see if there's any--

[Suddenly, the ear-splitting squeal of radio static is heard. As both parties in the room reflexively put their hands to their ears to block the noise, the door to the room is heard bursting open, Eva's voice ringing out loud over the commotion.]

GET YOUR ASSES DOWNSTAIRS NOW.

SOMETHING'S GOING ON.

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#5

NaNoWriMo: Hey hey, it's that time again!!!

A New WIP: Cool, here's an entire plan all ready to go!

My Current WIP: What am I, a joke to you???

81 notes • Posted 2021-10-23 02:31:43 GMT

#4

Jason Dohring really said fuck it and introduced his character as “Logan Echolls-Mars” during the promo circuit for season 4, huh? Someone stab me, it’d hurt less.

84 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 21:00:11 GMT

#3

The tragedy of the Veronica Mars fandom is that Marshmallows know how to engage critically with the show. There are some interesting nuances being brought up by the fans, and yet Rob Thomas fucked up so royally, he killed any further fandom activity and we’re all just left a seething mess that no longer want to talk about it at all… but… *whispers* I wanna talk about it…

90 notes • Posted 2021-08-29 14:17:58 GMT

#2

I love being ace though... I’m made of stardust and delusions of grandeur.

116 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 16:40:23 GMT

#1

Someone stop me from rewriting Stephen King’s IT, but if the cast of Derry Girls happenstantially defeated the demonic clown through their clumsy antics alone....

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[marshmallowprotection]

I just keep coming in here and milking your au dry. But I can tell it isn’t so uncommon in these parts. May I ask for a crumb 🤏 of Halloween content for the mighty fine Cowboy Au 🎃?

There was only one night a year when mischief was warranted by the townsfolk. A night when demons and ghouls ran amuck... a night all to those who wanted to play tricks until the sun rose. That's what the night was for. Anyone who wanted to play a trick on someone would do so in a heartbeat knowing that it could cause a headache to folks in town. It was hard to say what was a crime and what wasn't a trick.

The line between the two made it the perfect venue to take what he wanted. Unknown wasn't one for the pranks and tricks played by the fools who wanted to steal fence posts and release cattle, or the ones who got the bright idea to move every horse and buggy to a different house. His brother was more of the type to do that. In fact, that's the place he expected his brother to be.

Seven was around town somewhere using the cover of the holiday to sneak into people's houses. He had the cover of Yoosung and a few of the college-aged friends he had to make sure that he wasn't caught in the act by himself. He wasn't going to throw his friend to the sheriff if they were caught, but it surely looked better to be in a group on the holiday than it did to be alone.

There was one fool a few years back who had played a trick on the church. He rang the bell over and over for hours until someone could go find the sheriff to take care of it. Too bad the fool had been drunk off his ass and couldn't take care of the problem till morning. He had shrugged it off to anyone angry with a simple "I reckon 'em boys did it thinkin' it would be a mighty fine joke. As long as they ain't steal none of the property, it's outta my hands."

Unknown wasn't one to care for that. All the fools made it easier for him to grab anything he wanted. With morons drinking their heads stupid and kids running around playing tricks on people, he more or less had his run of the town. It was easy to take money from pockets that never suspected him. It was already nearing midnight and there was enough gold and silver in his pockets to make him feel good for a month.

His brother was working on hearing loose lips or finding something that could help them on their quest. Unknown was focused on the money they needed to keep their operation afloat. He had heard a few morons talking about the drying supply of gold, but that wasn't any news to him. That had been going on for months. It wasn't just some monster lurking in the shadows taking the town's resources.

Unknown knew exactly who it was.

With a scoff, he ignored the way that children darted past him into the hills. He had already scoured the town for what he needed to get, so there wasn't much else left for him to do. There was a point when men would become so inebriated that there wasn't a way to get any useful tips from them. When their speech was slurred beyond reason, he had no reason to keep stealing.

You weren't working at the bar tonight, either.

He half-expected to find you on stage but the only one working that night was Zen and one of the other performers. You were steadily becoming more of a bar favorite so it struck him as odd. It was better to keep those fools entertained and placated. The town would get too rowdy without any eye candy. He supposed he couldn't be too mad.

If you had been wandering around on Halloween, there was no doubt in his mind that someone would've tried to steal you as a prank. Even if you'd be fine in the morning, he didn't like the thought of that. The mere notion of someone getting their dirty mitts on you made that blood of his boil even in the moonlight. Still, on a night like this when there was no one to trust, he wanted to see you before he had to see himself out of town again.

It meant that he had to make the trek out to Zen’s cabin once again. He knew the path already and the more that he walked, the less he had to see of anyone stalking the night for someone to break or steal. The shrieks and shrill sounds in the air weren’t much for him to be interested in. Halloween was just a time for a world of demons to come alive. There was nothing but fools playing a game in the name of being a trickster. That kind of life was beneath him. It didn’t belong to him.

By the time he reached the cabin, he wasn’t surprised to see that the fire wasn’t burning. It might’ve been becoming colder outside by the week, but nobody was fool enough to keep a fire stoked on this holiday. There was still the faint scent of a smokestack but that was probably lingering from dinnertime. It must’ve been a few hours since the house had been alive. You were alone in that cabin. You had nowhere else to go, after all.

Unknown peered in the through the window and searched for your form, only to see that you were on the floor of the cabin. You sat in front of a dirty mirror with a candle in hand, eyes watching the mirror for answers that you wanted to find. It struck him as odd. You weren’t a type to have vanity. You had a pretty face and it was worth looking at, but you hadn’t been the type to get fixated on the sight of yourself like Zen was. So, what were you doing?

With a slow push to the cabin door, Unknown made his way into the building with no thought as to what it would look like to anyone. His boots were heavy on the ground but you didn’t flinch. You kept your eyes on that mirror as if it were going to be the very thing that answered your questions about the universe. Was this a game of some kind, or had you finally lost your mind from the desert heat? That was hard to say.

It wasn’t until he was standing behind you that you moved even a little bit. Your outstretched hand almost touched the mirror where his reflection remained. Your eyes were trembling in your worn reflection, tracing his features to your memory like you did every time you saw him, but this time was different. It was like you couldn’t believe it was him standing behind you.

Unknown wanted answers. He leaned forward so that his face was stronger in the mirror, “Playin’ a trick on yerself, little Cereus?”

“On Halloween, there’s a game young people play in the mirror,” your voice was light and unsure. “They say if you stare into the mirror at midnight, you’ll catch a vision of your future partner in the candlelight. I always thought it was silly since I never saw anyone in the mirror when I played before. But, it’s so odd that you’ve shown up in the middle of my game.”

Oh, you were playing a trick on him, weren’t you?

He wasn’t one for ridiculous games. But, it seemed as though you were. Just as he should’ve expected from someone like you. You believed in things and places he never could. He chuckled, almost amused, since the implication that he could be your partner sounded silly. You weren’t one that deserved filthy hands on the perfect smile you possessed. You deserved way better.

There were going to be a world of options once you paid him off.

Yet, Unknown didn’t want that day to come. He didn’t want you to wander off to the seas where anyone could sweep you into their arms and trick you for every dream you’d ever had. You were too trusting... too nice... too faithful. He couldn’t stand the idea that you could be conned again. He was the only thing that could keep you safe... the only one that could steer you right. This was just a game to play to trick your mind...  but he wasn’t playing a trick on you tonight.

His hand pressed against your shoulder and his breath fanned against your cheek as you both looked into the mirror. “I reckon what’s so dangerous about that? If yer’ willin’ to play these games, ya’ must’a’ already gotten everything I need outta’ town. Unless this is a trick yer’ mind is playin’ on ya’... do ya’ feel guilty about ditchin’ yer’ job to play a silly lil’ game? Wouldn’t the last thing ya’ want to see on a night like this ‘en is yer’ boss, angry y’all ain’t doin’ what ya’ promised to do?”

Your chest rose and fell. You lifted your hand, the one that had been shaking before, just enough to cup his cheek in your hand. You never looked away to hide your face from the mirror. You stayed looking at the reflection of you and Unknown as the candlelight flickered off and on due to the subtle breeze from the open doorway.

“No, boss,” you whispered, voice filled with something he couldn’t figure out by himself. This was confidence from you that he didn’t expect. You looked into his eyes and he looked into yours. “I think... I think this is exactly what I want to see in my mirror tonight.”

Why did his heart flutter when you said that?

Was this really a trick? 

Unknown’s hand reached beyond you, his fingers taking hold of the candle and extinguishing the light with a single nudge, breathing in the gasp you exhaled as the room became dark. Even if it was a trick,, he was going to show you what he believed to be a real trick on his favorite desert flower. “Relax,” his voice came in as a haughty taunt. “I’m only goin’ ta’ show ya’ what tricks a cowboy can play on ya’.”

[cheekygreenty]

I Know You part 2 - The Darkling x Reader

I knowwwww I took my time writing this but I think it deserves another part? Let me know 🥰

Read part 1 here.

You missed the warmth of the Little Palace and you hated that you missed Aleksander's warm embraces even more. As the tracker led you further up north, Alina and Mal reminisced on old memories and ultimately you stopped listening and kept to yourself, leaving you at the mercy of your own thoughts which were solely devoted to your intense betrayal. How could I of been so blind? You loved this man with your whole being and up until a week ago you would've gone to the ends of the earth for him and he had the audacity to lie to you. My Aleksander never existed, he was a figment of my imagination.

'Let's set up camp here.' Mal said putting his pack down with a wince. His shoulder was still badly wounded, your poor patching up did little to soften the pain. You pulled out your provisions and shared them with the others, thinking back as to whether selling the horse was a wise decision for mere hardtack.

'What do you think the General will do once he finds you with me?'' Alina never mentioned Aleksander's name and you guessed it was to avoid being questioned by Mal.

'Probably brand me a traitor and kill me.' You faced the truth head-on 'He was about to lock me away before I escaped and I'm guessing he's even angrier now.' You blurted as you chewed on the flavorless biscuit.

'Why are you here then? You can get away from Ravka, go to Ketterdam and never look back.'

'He'll find me, Alina. I might as well do something meaningful before I die.'

'What if he won't kill you?' Mal spoke up.

'I'd rather he did.' The thought of being Aleksander's prisoner struck a somber note in you and not for the reason they assumed. You didn't trust yourself enough to keep up your broken heart in Aleksander's presence for too long, that kind of love doesn't fade and around him, you were a slave to that emotion.

'We'll find the Stag and I can defeat him Y/N.' Alina sounded hopeful but at her words, you recoiled. Firstly, you knew she would fail, possibly killing Mal in the process but secondly, her statement ignited a brief spark of anger in you, a feeling of protectiveness for the man that was willing to take your life away from you. Stop being foolish. The man has killed countless times and will continue to commit atrocities in the name of power. You're better than that.

The rest of the night carried on as usual, Alina applying a salve to Mal's wound and you sitting against a tree, contemplating your life. Perhaps you should go to Ketterdam. You have connections there that would hopefully prevent you from becoming an indenture, but those connections could be used against you, a way for Aleksander to find you. Perhaps Novyi Zem would work for you. Alina and Mal had spoken about escaping there if she failed to defeat the Darkling, but you knew it was pointless. You had been by his side long enough to know there was truly no way you could hide and survive.

You know the parts of me that I showed you. His words echoed in your head as you tried to settle to sleep. Although you had uncovered his true face, you clung to his words like a lifeline. He showed you his loving side, he told you his name and his complicated relationship with Baghra, his mother. He trusted you with those things and he loved you, so he said. I do love you.

The tears came once again like they did every night. You had quickly come to understand that Alina and Mal were blind to your waterworks and were under the impression you hated Aleksander and wanted him dead as much as they did. If only they knew you fell asleep dreaming of his arms around you, whispering sweet nothings like he always did.

The snow was a thick blanket now as you approached the Fjerdan border. Mal was certain the Stag would be found any day now and with each passing moment spent dredging through the snow, you cursed your decision of coming with them. You haven't been of much use to the pair on the journey anyway, except letting the wind carry the smoke away when the fire was burning or blowing snow out from the trees when you settled for camp, but Alina insisted you were necessary. From Mal's behavior, you gathered he felt uneasy around two Grisha, so maybe Alina wanted you here to know she wasn't alone and her powers weren't strange.

You listening half-heartedly as she explained to Mal she was the one who needed to kill the animal but stopped when you heard a rustling in the distance.

'That way' Mal noticed too

'Hang on'

'What are you doing'

'I need to get closer to it' You blocked them out, your senses wholely devoted to watching the magnificent Stag. Saints, it's even more beautiful than I imagined it.

You saw her reach out and touch its snout, a light dome so bright erupting from their contact you shielded your eyes away. In doing so, you noticed the faint outline of a blue kefta in the trees, quickly heading for you.

'NO' you tried to block the shot but it was too late, the dome fell apart.

'The animal is not meant for you' Zoya bellowed as she fought to secure the stag.

You fought her in return, desperately attempting to knock her and the others off their feet but two strong hands caught you, restricting your movement.

'Take her' You heard his voice before you saw the contrast of his black attire against the snow. You fought against the soldier keeping you trapped, thrashing and kicking with all you could muster, completely ignoring the screams and shouts erupting from Mal and Alina.

He came to face you, eyeing you up and down, as if searching for any injuries. Even in the dark, you noticed the tiredness evident in his eyes with a hint of desperation. But no relief or love directed to you.

'Ivan, subdue her' was the last thing you registered before your eyes closed shut and deep sleep came over you.

***

You woke with a start, having felt no time pass in your dream-lacking slumber. The snow from earlier was replaced by lavish silks and drapes in a warm tent, his tent. You would recognize the eclipse sign from a mile away, especially on the embroidered cushion beneath your head or on the buttons of the coat you were donning. His kefta. He must’ve put it in you while you were passed out.

There were no cuffs around your wrists or restraints around your ankles as you lay in his comfortable cot surrounded by the sound of a crackling fire in the stove that always brought some level of comfort to you.

There was nobody in the tent with you, but you suspected a guard was posted by the entrance flap to ensure you didn't try anything stupid. You hesitated to get up. Will he be waiting for me? You didn't want to face him or fight him. The thoughts of a civil conversation with him withered away the more you reflected on your throbbing feeling of betrayal, but there was still that small voice in the back of your head, or rather your heart, that wanted to forget about everything and just lay with him like you did every night. The conflict caused you to cry yet again that night for exactly the same reasons as before.

You finally got up once the last tears dropped, your light footsteps carrying you over to the small fruit bowl sitting by the lamps. It was rewarding to taste the sweetness of a grape after so much time spent eating hardtack and hard cheese, all Saints willing, you'd never have to look at those things again. You heard the tent flap open and slowly, you turned to face Aleksander.

'You've been crying.' He observed and took off his heavy cape, laying it carelessly on the cot you had just slept in and standing away from you, keeping his distance although his own heart dropped to see you in such a state.

'Do you blame me?' Your voice was strong despite your appearance,

'I hope you are well-rested. The journey here mustn't've been very kind to you.'

'It was better than being your prisoner and rotting away in a cell in the Little Palace.'

'Do you really think so lowly of me Y/N?'

'I don't know what to think Aleksander.' You hugged his huge kefta closer to your body, enjoying being enveloped by his scent. Another thing that brought you comfort.

'I never lied when I said I love you.' His voice grew softer but you willed yourself to ignore it. The small voice told you to run up to him, kiss him, hold him and tell him you loved him too, but the logical part kept you firmly planted in your place.

'If I recall correctly, you said 'I love you but'...'

'You never stuck around to what I wanted to say next.'

'I doubt it would have fixed this.' You gestured to the lengthy space between your bodies and he took it as an opportunity to walk closer to you.

'Is there anything we can do to fix this?' He asked desperately and your heart leaped in your chest but it didn't last long as his hand caught your attention, The Stag.

The realization flooded over you with a jolt of pain for the second time in two weeks. Unable to hold it back, a bone-shattering sob erupted from you at the impending doom he was about to unleash on Ravka.

His eyes followed your own with anguish so obvious it hurt him, but he had to avert them fearing if he watched your pained expression any longer, he would rip out the amplifier himself without a second thought just to stop the heart-breaking sobs shaking your body. He reached out for you but stopped himself, the last thing she needed was his comfort of all people, he thought.

But you yearned for him despite the situation, so when he stepped closer once again, you rested your head on his chest still uncontrollably crying.

‘Why are you doing this’ your hands now held a deathly grip on his shirt, but all he could think about was the fact that you sought his touch out first, maybe there is some hope left.

‘For Ravka, for all Grisha.’ The answer felt automated and scripted but it was all that remained of his goal. There was nothing else, no one else, that would benefit from this except him and her.

He wrapped one arm around you and when you didn’t pull away, his other arm went to your waist, pulling you close and pressing his lips to the top of your head in an attempt to soothe you. Ironically, it had the exact opposite effect as you cried even harder because despite everything he’d done and everything he was about to do, you didn’t want to leave his side.

The conflict was rampant in your head and part of the shed tears were in an effort to calm your mind.

‘I’m going on a skiff journey across to Novokribirsk in a couple days. I wish for you to go back to the Little Palace.’ He spoke but didn’t loosen his comforting hold on you.

‘Why?’ You managed to croak out.

‘You want to come with me?’

‘I don’t know’

‘Let’s sleep. You’ve had a long day.’ He only briefly let you go to take off the kefta he placed on you earlier, but he was right back at your side as you settled against his chest on the cot. Although you had only just woken up from Ivan's induced sleep, your mind was tired from the self-hate your logical side spewed at you.

‘This is wrong. They’ll hate me for this.’ I hate myself for this.

‘If it is so wrong then tell me to go away. I’ll listen.’ You knew he would but you wanted him here with you.

‘Were you ever going to tell me?’

‘Yes. But I stopped myself after seeing how happy you were. I couldn’t bring myself to stop that.’

‘And look where it brought us. Look at me now.’ You raised your head from his chest and looked him in his onyx eyes. They radiated affection and forgiveness, both of which you were ready to give him. I’m a fool for this.

‘And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy Y/N.’ The determination in his voice pulled at your heart, for the next thing you knew your lips were on his, kissing him as if there was no tomorrow.

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[theglitterypages]

Title: Haircut

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: You got a haircut but you're not confident of how it turns out so you avoided your boyfriend, Levi so he wouldn't see your new haircut but at the end of the day you still ended up meeting Levi.

Warnings; Mentions of 18+ thing at the end. Other than that, none.

Word Count: 1000+

(This idea just popped into my head today because I just got a new haircut and I feel awful about it :< so this is me tryin' to cheer myself up.)

••••••

You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, “I look awful.” you told yourself as you comb your hair using your fingers, you just got a new haircut, Erwin suggested that you should cut your hair short because it's too long.

He's not lying though. Eren, Armin, Connie, Jean and the other people that are too many to mention, are always talking about your hair. Every damn time you'd pass by in front of them they'll talk about how long your hair is, your hair has always been in a ponytail down your back.

And when they saw you while your hair was flowing freely down your back to your hips, everybody's jaw dropped, realizing that your hair is much longer than they thought.

You've always loved your hair, if there's something that you love about yourself, it is your hair, especially your boyfriend, Captain Levi loves playing with it, he loves smelling it, he even tried braiding your hair. It was bad but he didn't stop trying to perfect the art of braiding.

But because of Erwin's order, you've decided that your hair could get in the way when you're fighting Titans, so you decided to give yourself a haircut.

You tied your hair up in a bun, nobody would notice the change in its length once you keep it that way, you find your new haircut awful and there's no way you would let anyone see this new haircut of yours.

••••

“Did somebody see Y/N around?” Levi asked Connie, the latter shook his head slowly, “I haven't seen her, Captain.” he answered as he proceeded in sweeping the floor.

“Where the hell is my brat?” Levi asked himself, he needs to see you as soon as possible, or else he wouldn't be able to focus on work. He just had to see you, hug you or talk to you for quite some time so he could finally start working.

It's already 12 o'clock in the afternoon and he hasn't seen you yet, Connie was the tenth person that he asked about you. Eren told him he saw you feeding the horses but when he went there you're already gone.

When he approached Armin, the kid just told him you're with Hanji but when he went to look for Hanji you were not with her.

He's already frustrated of what's happening, is it all coincidence that you're already gone before he could see you or you're purposely avoiding him?

He tried reflecting on himself, thinking if he did something to make you upset, he didn't sleep beside you last night but you usually don't mind such cases, because you understand that there's too many paper works. What did he do that made you avoid him?

•••••••

So far, operation avoid Levi Shorty Ackerman is doing good, you succeeded in avoiding him. When you entered the headquarters your gaze landed at Connie who was passionately sweeping the floor.

When the bald guy noticed your presence he immediately waved excitingly.

“Y/N! Captain Levi was looking for you, want me to tell him you arrived?” Connie asked you innocently as he smiles widely.

You just shook your head politely, “Where did he go?” you asked, you have to know where Levi went so you could go somewhere far from him. Connie thought for a second.

He actually didn't get to see which way Levi exactly went but he think he saw him headed to the left, “He turned left earlier.” he answered.

You smiled and pat Connie's bald head before heading to the kitchen, Sasha is probably the only person staying there, you just need some tea right now.

But instead of Sasha, you saw Levi instead, his grey eyes immediately met yours as he sipped onto his tea, when he placed down the teacup, he stood up and walked towards you.

You cussed Connie in your head for a hundred times, he told you Levi turned left! That bald kid!

“You've been avoiding me, I presume.”

“What? I was just busy.” you denied, you felt cold sweats formed in your forehead, Levi kept on stepping forward but you keep on stepping backwards. He was looking at you intensely, he stopped walking when he noticed that you keep on stepping back.

You finally get to breathe steadily but he suddenly snatched your arms and pulled you towards him, your body slapping onto his, you shut your eyes because of the impact, not that it hurts so bad, there's just a weird effect when your body slapped against his.

“I know it when you're lying, brat. What did I do? Is it because I didn't sleep beside you last night? Did I accidentally made you jealous? What did I do?"

“Nothing. I'm just busy today.”

“Cut the crap, Y/N. Just tell me why are you killing me like this?” he whispered as he hugged you, burying his face on the crook of your neck as he breathes heavily. “Levi, it's just that...” you gently pushed him away from you and pointed your head, he looked at you in confusion, still not getting it.

“Well, ahm I did something stupid last night.” you crossed your fingers as you bite your lower lip.

“What did you do, exactly?” Levi asked curiously, he's hoping you didn't get yourself hurt because he'd go crazy once that happens, you can be hard headed most of the times and you're the most unpredictable woman he'd ever met.

But that is the reason why he loves you, you're always full of surprises and random things he wouldn't find attractive nor important when it's other people but when it's about you, everything is important.

Your heart was beating crazy fast as you slowly lift your hands to reach your hair bun, you were closing your eyes as you freed your hair, you let it fall freely in your shoulders, it was cut that short—you still haven't heard Levi spoke yet and it's killing you for real.

After some moment of silence, Levi's low chuckle echoed through your ear and you clenched your fist, you knew it, he'll make fun of you.

“I know, I look ugly.” you trailed off but you felt Levi's strong arms made their way on your waist, he pulled you close to him before he leaned down to press a kiss on your lips.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. I just find it weird that you have to avoid me just because of this haircut.”

“You loved my long hair right? You told me you love playing with it.” you mumbled as you tried hiding your face from him but Levi nipped your chin using your fingers, before he raised your chin and pressed his lips on yours quickly.

“Brat, it is you that I love the most. My love is not based on your hairstyle or hair length. You look beautiful in any hairstyle. It will grow back anyways.”

He raked his fingers on your hair with a smile, “See? I can still play with your hair like this. Don't you ever think that my love for you is shallow. I love you no matter what, you can even shave every single hair in your body and I would still be here, ready to love you.” you don't know what to say, you were out of words at that moment so you decided to just act out what you feel.

You grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down for a deep passionate kiss, Levi even hummed as he pulled you closer and closer. Not wanting to leave any space between the two of you.

“I love you, Captain.”

“I love you too, brat.” he smirked before scooping you up.

“Levi!” you scolded as you try hitting his back so he could put you down but he didn't, he's not affected.

“I gotta keep you locked in the bedroom so no one could see how prettier you've become. Fuck my paper works, you're my priority.” he smirked as he playfully cupped your ass.

“Fuck you.”

“You already did, brat.”