#we'll never know peace as long as that man is still breathing

[angel-fruitcake]

We mustn't take off our clown shoes

never. misha won't let us

[unconventional-lawnchair]

We'll heal together: Chapter Three 1/2

Young Blood Noah Kahan

Peter Pettigrew x Reader (Platonic) / Sirius Black x Reader (Ambiguous-Past) / Remus Lupin x Reader (Ambiguous) / James Potter x Reader (Platonic)

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Summary: Filler fluff featuring Remus, Harry, and a Patronus Charm

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, Dementor Attack, non-explicit and non-sexual nudity (please reach out if I missed something}

Wc- 1300

“Are you sure about this Harry? This is very advanced magic. Many witches and Wizards are unable to summon them even into their late years. Some never do.” Lupin mused from the top of the stairs, walking down to meet him.

“I’m sure.” Harry nodded, standing up taller as if to make himself seem more confident. “I am.”

“Well, everything is prepared.” Lupin mused, walking past him to sit atop a chest and looking up at the boy. 

“Now, what I am about to show you is called a Patronus Charm. Do not feel discouraged if you are unable to summon one immediately.” The professor continued, “You hear me, right Harry?”

Harry nodded firm, changing the grip on his wand. Lupin stood and walked over to stand beside him. “Now, close your eyes.”

“Professor?” Harry looked at Lupin strangely and Lupin shook his head. “Trust me, close them.” He mused and the boy listened, slowly closing his eyes.

“Now, raise your wand and think of your happiest memories, Concentrate. In order for it to work, you must think of a memory. And not just any. This memory needs to be one that brings you joy, peace, warmth. A Memory to spell away any darkness.” Lupin rattled on and walked over to the chest as Harry nodded, eyes opening. “Got something? Good. Let it fill you up. Lose yourself in it. Then speak the incantation,”

“Expecto Patronum.” Harry finished and Lupin smiled. “Ready?”

“Ready.” He nodded and Lupin took a breath.

“Concentrate, Harry. Concentrate...“ He urged before he suddenly yanked open the chest top. Shadows spilled from the chest, the darkness seemed to climb up the very walls to lean haughtily over Harry. The Dementor looked particularly horrific.

“Expecto… Patronum…!” He shouts and flicks his wrist, The spell fails, again, he shouted, only for a candle by his side to lose its flame. Harry felt the darkness slowly encase him. Still, he shouted. He shouted until his body grew tired and limp, until he fell to the ground and his breath left his lungs.

“Harry! Harry, here.” Lupin woke the boy and Harry leaned into his side. Remus felt his breath stop for a moment, as Harry tried to raise himself with Remus’s support.

He had experienced that once before, when he was merely a tot, leaning against his uncle Moony to try and climb up to his mother across the room. His lips thinned as Harry walked across the room, sitting down on the steps, away from the box like it physically ailed him. “I think I need a break.”

“Take your time. Here, eat this.” Lupin mused as he walked over and pulled some Chocolate from his pockets. He handed it over and Harry muttered a thanks before he took a bite.

“.. Something else is on your mind, isn't it? Hard to focus on the Charm?”

“I-” Harry paused as he remembered, he shouldn't know that information, he definitely shouldn't let Lupin know he knew of his Godfather and Godmother. He would have to explain how he found out, how he knew, and then explain why he couldn't get it out of his head. Certainly not long enough for him to think of anything happy enough to summon a patronus.

Lupin had found himself staring at Harry as he waited patiently for the child to continue. A part of him felt guilty. The way his head was downcast, the sharp edges of his nose and his hair hanging over his eyes. Without them, he could only see James. The man who should be standing where he was, teaching his son what he was, sharing the moment that he was. He knew if Lily could hear his thoughts he’d be torn a new one, if James heard them he’d surely cry. If {Y/N} heard them she’d probably give him those bright eyes, silent and patient, let him weep into her shoulder as she always did. Not a word exchanged between the two. No reassurance, no empty promises, just two humans in their rawest forms offering each other as support. He missed them.

“Professor?” Harry mused and looked up at Lupin. That snapped him from his thoughts. Lupin kneeled down beside Harry, taking the floor at his feet. “Yes, Harry?”

“What do you think of?” He asked curiously, and Lupin pursed his lips. 

“My happiest memory?”

“Yes.” Harry breathed, looking just past Remus’s shoulder.

“Well. It's rather complicated.”

“Is it?”

“It is… But, it's about me, your father, and a few of… the people we once knew. People I should not care for.”

~~

The sun slipped into the Shrieking shack early that morning. Remus was laying on his side, arms wrapped around a small and fluffy bundle. He hadn't slept that well in years during the full moon, and not a single new scar in sight. 

He slowly looked around. He had his bare back against a large beast, turning to see it was a stag, James, laying back to back with him. On James, was a large black dog and a plump rat, that brought a smile to Remus’s face instantly. They were here, and they were fine. He looked down into his arms and was greeted by the sight of a small silver fox, nose to his chest and long fluffy tail over her muzzle.

He felt safe, warm, and loved. He hasn't felt so loved, He couldn't help it, letting out a chuckle, slipping into a small sob. This woke the fox, who snapped its head up, hurrying to her feet and whipping her head around every direction. Remus sniffled and began to chuckle louder, making his sobs strangle him a bit, waking everyone else.

You turned to face Remus and he swore he could hear you squeak a sound of distress. He sat up fully and you ran towards him once more, mid run turning back to yourself and holding his cheeks to try and comfort him. He leaned down to bury his head into your neck, arms around your waist and sobbed. You rubbed his back, nose to his temple as the boys began to morph back into their normal forms.

James let out what sounded to be the war cry of a dying, well, stag, as he stretched out his body limb to limb. “Merlin, that will take some getting used to.” He mumbled and turned to face Mooning and he quickly hurried over to kneel by him and ruffled his hair. “You alright mate?” He fretted. James and You shared a look and you simply nodded. James hummed and looked down before his face slowly turned a soft pink. His head snapped away and you tilted your own.

That was, until you realized, all of you were at a certain level of undress. The final level really, you would have won, if being naked was the goal. You looked at the other boys and Peter had his back to you with red ears, hurrying to get dressed, James grabbed his robe and tossed it over you two as he slipped on his pants and practically shoved himself into you and Remus’s lap. You gave a choked laugh as Remus slowly grew silent, his laughter coming through more than his sobs. Sirius rolled his eyes before he hurried over and wrapped his arms around Remus’s shoulders from behind and made himself comfortable. Peter eventually turned around fully dressed.

He looked the group over and shrugged before he walked over to your side and reached over to hug the slightly shaking boy. 

Remus never felt so loved.

~~~

“It was the day I realized that no matter what happened, I would give my life for my friends.” Remus declared and smiled at Harry who stared at him curiously before he slowly smiled back, nodding. “I see.”

[teklarn]

promise. - j. todd

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jason todd x gn!reader

genre: angst bro. angst.

summary: jason knew his bad habits would eventually weigh you down. he just never considered how heartbroken he'd be after you finally had enough of his antics and broke it off with him.

i've done the math, there's no solution. we'll never last, why can't i let go of this?

warnings: killing, heavy-ish angst, no happy ending(?), just a really sad man, a little bit of stalking, insomnia

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the gunshot ringing through his ears gave him peace, though it lasted only a second. so he fired another shot. another one, then another after that. he fired his gun until it was out of bullets. then he reloaded. then he ran out of bullets again.

and reloaded.

and shot until he was completely out of bullets altogether.

the ringing in his ears was almost deafening by the time he ran out. it was so loud he was cringing, scrunching his face together and rubbing at his temples.

his eyes fell on the mauled corpse in front of him. a criminal who'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time. because jason had been stalking these very streets searching to make a mess of someone.

just to blow off some steam, because hopefully, if he lost himself long enough in the bloody mess and the screams of his victims, it would help him forget you for a little while longer.

but it only made it worse somehow. yet every night since you'd broken his heart, he found himself here again. despite the ache in his chest every single time he planted a bullet in some petty criminal's forehead, every single time he was dragging his sore body back to his trashed apartment, he couldn't stop.

his body, his mind, his very soul wouldn't let him forget who he was, and why you'd broken his heart.

it was easier to think you'd broken his heart rather than him breaking yours. though that was indeed the truth. you'd broken his heart by breaking it off, but for the past year, he had slowly been tearing you apart.

every night, coming home bruised and in pain, every night with new blood on his hands when he couldn't sleep. it had slowly been breaking you apart.

he wanted to throw up when he thought of you.

because he was so utterly disgusted by the man he was. he let you slip through his grasp, and here he was, still not changing. still the same vigilante with twisted values and blurry morals.

jason wanted to be better. he just...couldn't be. this was who he was. who fate wanted him to be. the world was so desperate to make a monster out of him, so why should he try to be something else?

"i promise i'll be better. i'll stop killing, i'll stop going out at night. i'll be better, y/n. i promise."

those words haunted him. the last words he'd said to you before you pushed him out of your apartment.

yet here he was breaking his promise. he should show up at your door with flowers, with chocolate. with nice things he can't afford. he should be throwing pebbles at your window instead of out here.

jason knew that not one part of him deserved you. not the boy before robin, not the version of him who was robin, and not who he was now. he'd never deserved you back then, and he didn't deserve you now.

he should stop wanting you so much.

but dammit, you were so beautiful. and terrifyingly intoxicating. he was drunk off the image of you every single night. you were haunting him, and it was driving him insane.

his eyes focused, and they fell on the dead man in front of him again. boulders plummeted right into his chest. the weight of his heart was impossibly heavy; it weighed him down like a block of gold would.

jason didn't want to go home yet. he wanted to kill more. to stay out until the sun was rising, until the sky was blue and the city was alive again. he couldn't sleep knowing you weren't in his arms. and dammit, he'd even tried breathing exercises to calm his violent heart during sleepless nights.

when that didn't work, he'd tried unhealthy amounts of melatonin. for a time, that worked. but he couldn't spend money on that when he didn't have any. he could barely afford roses for you, so when he downed the whole bottle of melatonin just to get to bed for one night, he realized it wasn't worth his money.

so jason would rather waste all his time doing something―doing the only thing―that could make him forget about you, even for a little while.

this wasn't who he wanted to be.

he wanted to be a better man.

for you.

but the world had other plans. the world had plans to make him a monster.

no, the world had sent him a monster. the world let that monster wrap its gnarly hands around his throat, crushing and squeezing, suffocating. forcing him to chase everyone and everything out of his life.

he just wanted to love you like he was supposed to.

so jason wiped the blood from his hands onto his chest before setting off into the night. he wasn't invincible―eventually he'd need to get to bed.

so he set off to find the only thing that could currently make him feel safe enough to fall asleep.

with ease, jason climbed the fire escape of a nearby building and hauled himself onto the rooftop, a mere shadow in the night. he moved like an acrobat, swinging from building to building, finding his way around the city like it was a map tattooed on the palm of his hand.

the brick building before him was all too familiar as he settled on the fire escape.

jason was hilariously quiet as he stepped onto your fire escape, peering into the window, a warm light bleeding out. he tucked his huge figure into a ball, keeping his legs together so they wouldn't create shadows and startle you.

it was terribly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as three sleepless nights in a cold bed.

there you were. he couldn't hear you, but he knew were you humming softly to yourself, preparing lunch for the next day. he'd caught you just in time―right before you were about to head to bed.

just a glimpse of you, knowing you were safe, knowing you were warm and somewhat content...it was already making him feel drowsy.

he knew you had no reason to go onto the fire escape, so he kept a tattered blanket tucked away in the corner. just in case he was nearby on a sleepless night like this.

well, he used nearby as an excuse.

realistically, jason could be half way across the city and still drag his sorry ass to your fire escape just so he could catch a lick of sleep. just to see you. or, if you light was off, it was just a comfort to know he was near you.

in some alternative universe, jason could have changed. he could have been better to you, and to himself.

he could have kept those empty promises like an oath, something to live by. maybe in that universe, he was working a nine to five, or you two had children. maybe none, and instead you two opted for pets. whatever pet you desired, of course.

as the fantasy lulled him to sleep, he promised himself to wake up before you left for work early in the morning. sometimes, on lucky mornings, he was able to watch you bustle about your morning routine. then you'd go off to work, and he'd be closer to you than ever.

him up here, you down on the sidewalk, making your way to work.

his heart ached.

"i promise i could have changed," jason whispered, blinking back the sparkly tears in his eyes. "if you just gave me more time, my darling. i could have changed. i promise."

even now, the promise felt empty. as he drifted off to sleep for the first time in three days, he tried to convince himself it wasn't.

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UNEDITED

[kirain]

@redheadsramblings Just a little thank you for all the likes and reblogs!

Rowan walked the winding path outside the Lighthouse, her steps slow and unsteady. The cool breeze whisked through her dark-scarlet hair, but she barely felt it. Her head hung low, her eyes locked on the ground as her thoughts turned over and over.

Elgar'nan was defeated. The battle was over.

Soon, everyone would be leaving. Bellara back to her people, Lucanis to the Crows, Taash to wherever they pleased. Even Emmrich, who unlike her was well regarded in Nevarra, would have to return eventually. It was his home, the Mourn Watch his family. Though she too was a member, he was a professor; renowned, respected. They came from the same Necropolis, yet they lived worlds apart—worths apart. His life was written in gilded ink, while hers had been scrawled in the dirt.

"I'll miss you," she winced, her voice pained and quiet.

She had always known, despite his assurances. Their companionship, their love—it was fleeting, a fire kindled in the dark, meant to warm them for a time, but never to last.

She didn't belong with him.

He'd built himself up from nothing, and now he was something. A man who had saved the world, the Fade, the living and the dead. A teacher, a scholar, an expert, a symbol. Rowan was none of that and less—a reject, nudged out of the Order before they even met. Despite her accomplishments with the Veilguard, that shame would follow her, and inevitably mark him.

Surely he wouldn't allow it. For his own sake, for his reputation, he'd need to walk away.

Her fingers clenched against her sleeves as she accepted it. It wasn't fair to feel abandoned. No one owed her anything, least of all him. Her friends had fought beside her, laughed with her, held her when the weight of loss overwhelmed her. That had been enough. More than enough.

More than she deserved.

Yet, it still felt as though the ground was crumbling beneath her, ready to give way at any moment.

With a heavy sigh, she stopped in her tracks and shook her head. "Enough, Rowan," she told herself. "They all have lives, and you weren't a part of them until the Veilguard. We'll... write to each other. It'll be fine."

Suddenly, movement ahead caught her eye—Emmrich sat on a bench, with Manfred standing beside him, the skeleton's bones clicking softly as he shifted. They rarely left the interior of the Lighthouse, but Emmrich seemed lost in thought, and she didn't wish to disturb him. She stepped back, careful not to make a sound, but before she could turn away, a gust of wind sent a piece of parchment flying straight into her face.

She sputtered, pulling it away, about to crumple it—until she saw the words that had been penned.

A halo crowns your brow in crimson light,

Like rubies kissed by dawn's embrace so bright.

Your laughter, warm, turns sorrow into flight,

Yet shadows linger, whispered out of sight.

Your emerald eyes, a tide both fierce and deep,

Would pull me under, drowning with a smile.

If such a fate is love's own vow to keep,

Then let me sink and stay a long, sweet while.

I know the ghosts that whisper in your mind,

The echoes of a past that let you fall.

But here I stand, steadfast, forever kind,

No fate nor fire shall break this oath at all.

So burn, my love, shine bright, let sadness cease—

For in my arms, you'll always rest in peace.

Rowan's breath hitched, the words blurring as tears welled in her eyes.

He had written this. For her.

Overcome with emotion, she pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, her heart racing. Then, she walked towards him, her legs weak. She didn't know what she'd say, but she wanted to thank him—somehow. No one had ever seen her this way, described her so beautifully.

Manfred saw her first and clapped, his jaw hanging loose in excitement. "Rook!" he cried. "Rook, Rook, Rook, Rook!"

Emmrich turned sharply at the sound. When he saw Rowan, he smiled—warm and easy, but it faltered when he noticed her tears. He stood immediately, closing the distance between them.

"Rowan? What's wrong? Are you all right?"

She nodded, swallowing thickly. She tried to speak, but she could only muster the strength to hold up the parchment. Emmrich's gaze flickered to it, then back to her, and almost at once, his ears and cheeks blushed a vibrant red.

"O-oh," he stammered, looking away with such a shy expression that Rowan's own nerves coiled in ecstasy. "That was... a draft. You weren't meant to... that is to say... it wasn't finished. I couldn't quite—"

Rowan's eyes drifted past him, landing on the bench. A pile of parchment lay beside where he'd been sitting, each page covered in ink. Some had words crossed out, others were crumpled at the edges.

He'd been writing for hours.

Quiet sobs tore from her throat and, without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around the flustered man, her fingers curling into his coat.

Emmrich stilled only for a moment before he let out a soft breath and hugged her back, his hand threading through her silken hair—strands he cherished. He knew she'd been worrying, doubting herself, assuming she'd be discarded, and it broke him. He wanted to surprise her, to prove his devotion, and though this wasn't how he'd planned it, he had succeeded.

"You're not alone, Rowan," he whispered. "You'll never be alone again."

She buried her face in his chest, feeling the chill of her fears melt away. "Do you mean that?"

He smiled, tightening his embrace. "I promise, my darling. Never again."

[night-daily]

Helloooo 😗 can you write runaway bride reader (like Elizabeth from pirates of the Caribbean) x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk ?

hii anon, sorry it took me long but here it is, i think it may be a little different you have in mind but still i hope u like it:]

also, i didn't write Buggy and Mihawk 'cause I didn't know how to cover their characters.

characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Shanks (OPLA)

warnings: none

LUFFY

You're catching your breath after running like felt for hours and wearing your wedding dress is not helping, it's so heavy. Your gaze stops on the boat in front of you, it was small but it was your only option and, to be honest, everything was better than marrying someone you don't want.

“Oh, the news travels fast, you're here to be part of my crew?” A cheerful voice startled you, making you step forward almost falling into the water, but then again, he surprised you, stretching his arm further than a normal human grabbing you by your elbow, “what the he—” “devil fruit” he only responds shrugging shoulders, your mouth forms an oh.

“So I must tell you, you do look nice but I don't think you'll be comfortable wearing it on a boat” You make eye contact with him trying to figure out if he's joking but he's not. He looks genuine with that big smile on his face it's not a look you expect on a pirate. “Yeah, it's not comfortable, maybe I can change in our next stop?” The smile never left his face, in fact, it got bigger if that was possible. “YEAH, WELCOME ABOARD!” Then he helped you to get into the boat. “By the way, I'm Monkey D. Luffy and I'm gonna be king of the pirates” Maybe was his smile or the kindness he showed you but you felt that it would be a great adventure as long as he was by your side. “Let's go, captain!”

ZORO

You're running down the street, trying to lose the men that your father sent after you, turning your face to look behind you, you don't notice your dress getting in your way and the man in front of you until you bump into him, he holds you with both arms preventing you from falling to the ground.

“There she is!” One of the men yells, rushing towards you. You don't know if it's the adrenaline but you don't think twice before hiding behind the man with green hair. He looks confused but he doesn't move, instead, he covers you with his body. “Hand her over, this is a matter for the Marine and we'll let you go in peace” “It's a matter for the marine to marry a girl with someone by force?” this time you speak and you stand by his side instead of behind him. You're still scared but you weren't going to let them intimidate you, a smirk crossed Zoro's face at your sudden burst of confidence “You heard her now leave” one of them it's about to start a fight, grabbing his sword “Sir, he's the pirate hunter, I heard he has killed a lot of men with just one sword” he murmured but you could still hear him. That's why he looked so familiar to you, now it makes sense. “We'll let you go, but next time the entire Marine will be after you!” And then they ran away.

“I think we make a great team, Zoro” you're facing him now, and the smirk on his face falls “Don't even think about it” he starts walking away from you “Oh come on, I'll be the sassy and you the muscle” He keeps telling you No but you don't desist and still, he don't stop you from following him.

SANJI

Sanji is carrying a bag of vegetables in one of his hands, he's buying supplies for the Baratie in the town market so it's a little crowded. As he walks, he sees you in a wedding dress, you're out of place and you look lost but still you look pretty to him. He thinks of coming to ask you if you need help but someone passed by him quickly causing the bag in his hand to fall and the vegetables rolled on the ground. He tries to not get angry, after all, it's a crowded place. Sanji lift his eyes for a moment just to see you being cornered by three men of the marine and that's all it takes to lose his temper “Hey, stay away from her!” The people around him are quickly heading in the opposite direction, some of them have been in a fight with the cook and they know better to not get in his way when he's furious.

“First you ruined my vegetables and now you're bothering the lady, you really don't wanna fight me so I advise you to leave” Sanji is walking closer to the men and they don't know him obviously, because one of them tries to punch him in the face, he's quickly defeated by a kick on his stomach. The other two men look at each other, the both of them run to attack him at the same time, Sanji moves his right leg quickly and, if you weren't there, you would swear he never moved. With only one leg, he hit them hard in their heads making them fall on the ground.

He's awesome, you think, you have never seen someone like him before.

“Are you okay, madam?” He was dumbfounded by the beautiful smile on your face. “I'm great now that you're here” He tries to suppress a giggle but fails. “But seriously, thank you for your help, if it wasn't for you, I would be marrying a man who I don't love” He nods, “You must be hungry after all that chasing, so why don't you come with me to the Baratie? I promise I'll cook you something delicious and the dessert will be sweet just as you” Sanji winks at you, making you blush, “lead the way then”

SHANKS

“Stupid dress, they're gonna find me easily” your heart is beating fast, when is this gonna be over?

As you push people aside, mouthing apologies, someone is watching you across the street, you're struggling trying to find a place to hide, it's obvious you're running from someone but who?

Anyway, he doesn't stay to find out and pulls you into an alley, you try to fight back the grip on your wrist “let go of me” you raise your voice, the space between you and the redhead is non-existent, the alley is narrow, “Shhh” he whispers, putting his finger on your lips and before you can argue with him, a man from the marine pass by and your eyes widened, your body is shaking a little bit, Shanks can't ignore it practically he can feel it too from the closeness of your body even if he try it and he just wants to comfort you.

After a few minutes, you think it's safe to leave but you don't want to, you want to stay with him, it was a weird feeling, you didn't know him and almost as if he could read your thoughts, his voice brought you back to the present, “I have a place on my crew if you want to” your eyes make contact, he's sincere and that makes you happy, “I would like that, I promise you won't regret it”

[madaqueue]

Dripping in Gold | Chapter 9

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, smut. kissing, praise, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving). 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.6k

a/n: y'all idk what happened i swear i was in heat or smthn writing these last two chapters i promise we'll get back to plot soon enough

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You awake the next morning to Satoru softly snoring, his arms wrapped around your body and your cheek pressed against his bare chest. Tilting your head up at him, he looks truly angelic: the sunlight casting a glow over his white hair like a halo, his face flushed a soft pink in sleep, his lips parted ever so slightly through peaceful breaths.

Almost as though he could sense you, his eyes flutter open, long eyelashes batting against sleep as his gaze focuses on you.

“G’morning, sweetheart,” he purrs through his low morning voice, his arms tightening around your body and pulling you closer to him.

“Morning, ‘Toru,” you whisper, leaning up to kiss his warm cheek.

The two of you have shared a few mornings together, but always in the unfamiliar setting of a hotel room, never daring to stay at your homes. And yet, here he is, in your bed, looking more perfect than ever.

His free hand reaches across you to run through your hair, stroking your head while you lean into him. The arm that wrapped around your body moves to your hip, inching further down ever so slightly.

Seeing you like this, all cozy and warm, waking up in the morning sun, does something to him: he simply can’t help himself when you look so sweet. In the past when you’ve spent the night with one another he’s planned something early the next morning, whether it be breakfast, picnics, massages, or any other way he could think to pamper you. Yet, today, your only responsibility is to soak in each other’s presence. He smiles to himself, knowing he can take his time.

Burying his head into your shoulder, he kisses along your neck. The faint scent of vanilla hangs on your skin, drawing him in as he nuzzles his face further into you. While he starts with soft, fluttering motions, they quickly become rougher as he sucks and nips against your skin with enough force to leave pretty little bruises.

“‘Toru?” you try to stifle your moan at the sensation through gritted teeth. “What are you doing?”

“You just look so pretty,” he coos.

Before you can quip at his non-explanation, you feel his fingertips brush between your legs, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

However, his hand stills with nothing more than a faint glide over your panties. You whine at the lack of stimulation, moving your hips down to try and grind against his palm.

He chuckles at the action. “So needy already? You went months without me, and now can’t even go a few seconds?”

You want to taunt him, glare at him, prove him wrong, but your body has other plans. Instead, you just continue attempting to get any sort of friction from his hand, imprecisely rubbing against him.

Pulling away, he shifts so he’s looking down at you through his long white eyelashes, his forehead pressed against yours. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not that cruel. All you have to do is ask,” he smirks, knowing how much he loves to hear you beg for him.

“P-please,” you whisper, voice shaky as you squirm in his hold.

He cocks his head to the side. “Please what?”

Trying to roll your eyes sarcastically, they instead nearly roll back as his thumb presses against your clit.

“More,” the only word you can moan at the sudden pressure.

He sighs through a smile at just how easily you lose yourself under his touch. Of course, he knows he’s not much better - he couldn’t even try to count the number of times you’ve grazed his crotch while on a date and immediately gotten him hard, having to take you to the nearest bathroom to fuck you then and there - but it still makes his heart flutter to see you this needy for him.

“As you wish, princess,” he breathes before roughly inserting two fingers into you. He enters easily, your insides warm and wet, all for him.

Your back arches off the bed as he fills you, his fingertips curling up to that sweet spot that has you seeing stars and makes you shut your eyes tightly in pleasure.

His voice is airy above you as he speaks. “Open your eyes.”

Complying, you are met with the sight of him smiling down at you, his white hair falling over his forehead and nearly covering his blue irises.

“That’s my girl,” he coos, the praise making your cunt flutter around him.

He pumps his hand into you, his slender fingers reaching into deeper places than you ever could. Soft moans and gasps continue to leave your lips as you stare up at him, eyes becoming increasingly glossy as he continues.

While he watches you, a sudden pang of jealousy hits him; he can’t believe he went all those months without this, without you. He’s angry at himself, and angry at anyone else who dared touch you, when you should have been his.

You sense the shift in his demeanor as he gets rougher, faster, his wrist moving irregularly as his palm begins to rub against your clit.

“M-mm, ‘Toru,” you whine, trying to grab his wrist but unable to steady his motions.

“Can anybody else fuck you like I fuck you, hm?” he asks, his voice low and gravely.

Shocked at his question, you try to stutter out an answer. “N-no, no one,” you answer truthfully.

In the time since you met him, the only other person you hooked up with was Toji, and it wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as anything with Satoru. He had that tender roughness you loved, the way he always and easily took care of you like it was second nature to him. While you were seeing each other he learned the intricacies of your body, knowing exactly where to kiss, rub, suck, press, to get the sweetest little sounds out of your mouth until you were both left panting messes.

While you were apart, you were only able to think of him on those nights where the throbbing between your legs became overwhelming. You’d think of his hands, his lips, his cock, anything that reminded you of the way he’d bring you wave after wave of pleasure. In fact, the only way you had been able to get yourself off was to imagine his fingers inside of you instead of yours. You couldn’t seem to replicate the way his fingertips pressed into that perfect spot, and having him here now was better than months of your imagination had proved.

Yet, Satoru didn’t know this: all he knows is that he never should have let you go, never should have let you be with anyone else. You were his best, you always would be. And he needed to hear you say it.

“Bet no one else makes you feel this good,” he growls, trying to hide his desperation as he awaits your answer.

You shake your head, biting your teeth into your lower lip as you look up at him with watery eyes. The pressure pooling in your stomach was almost too much to bear as he beckons you closer and closer to your release.

“Say it,” he hisses.

“No one, f-fuck, no one like you,” you choke out through moans. “N-ngh, the best, only finished, a-ah, thinkin’ about you,” you confess.

His eyes light up, sensing the truth in your words. “Yeah?” he whispers breathlessly. The idea makes his cock twitch, knowing that you thought of him just like how he thought of you.

“Mhm,” you nod, trying to cling to the conversation as you feel yourself getting pulled to the edge.

With new fervor, his fingers inside you speed up, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. When he feels you begin clenching around him he knows you’re close, and his mouth crashes into yours, locking you into a passionate kiss. Sucking gently on your lower lip, his tongue slides against yours.

Your nails dig into his arms as you feel yourself come undone on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as your vision goes white from pleasure, body shaking beneath his.

He separates his lips and looks down at you as you pant, desperately trying to fill your lungs with air as your head spins from the power of your orgasm.

He grins proudly, recalling your words. “So, you really thought about me when we were apart?”

Thoughts still fuzzy, you can only nod in response, staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes.

“Well in that case, guess I better give you somethin’ else to remember,” his smile becoming more devious as his gaze moves down your body.

Your eyes widening in surprise, you shake your head weakly. “C-can’t, ‘Toru, s’too much.” You still feel spent after last night, but you know that once he starts he can’t stop, especially now that he’s making up for lost time.

Tilting his head mockingly, he coos, “Aw, c’mon now sweetheart, you’re the one who asked for more, remember?” He shifts so his face is above your chest, trailing kisses across your breast as his tongue flicks against your hardened nipples, eliciting a moan from you. “I know you can take it, such a good girl, like always,” he whispers before continuing his path downard, settling between your legs.

His breath is hot against your core as he places his lips teasingly along your inner thighs. Your hands move to his hair, unknowingly pulling him towards you; your mind may not know it, but your body understands it needs him.

A chuckle escapes his lips as he feels you tug him in, his tongue licking a wet stripe up your folds. An unashamed whimper leaves your throat as you arch off the bed, holding him against you as you grind up his face.

“See, ‘knew you wanted more,” he whispers into you.

He once again dives into your sopping cunt, desperate to please you. As he coaxes an immeasurable number of orgasms out of you with his tongue and fingers, he laps up every ounce of your essence, slick coating his mouth and down his chin. He relishes the way you moan each time, chasing the high of hearing his name leaving your lips.

What feels like hours passes with him never relenting until you both are sweaty messes. Your grip in his hair is loose, barely holding onto any piece of reality, when he finally pulls away from you.

He adjusts to lay next to you in bed, taking in the sight of you as he peppers your face with kisses. Your pupils are blown, nearly black from lust, mouth hanging lazily open in a fucked-out grin, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth, too weak to wipe it away.

As he looks at you, his heart swells with love - how lucky he is to have you next to him, so content, all thanks to him.

“‘Toru?” you whisper, his name the only word you’d been able to utter, hell, the only thing you’d been able to think, for the past few hours.

He brushes hair off of your forehead as he gently presses his lips against your skin, hot and covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Yes, princess?”

It takes all of your concentration to find the words you want to express, wanting to make him feel as good as you do in this moment. “You didn’t get to finish,” you manage to choke out, voice hoarse from moaning.

Laughing softly at your concern for him, he smiles, continuing to stroke your hair. “It’s my only job to make you happy, don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”

You pout, knowing that you’d be even happier with his cock down your throat, the desire to please him becoming overwhelming.

He chuckles again until he’s cut short by your hand reaching down, your fingertips gently stroking the underside of his dick as he inhales sharply. “S-shit,” he breathes shakily, not realizing just how sensitive he had become while going down on you.

Looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, your hand grasps weakly around him, gingerly spreading the precum that had pooled at his tip down his length. “Please?” you whisper.

God, he needs you.

Without another word he adjusts in bed, sitting so your head rests against his thigh, his back hot against the cool wood of your headboard.

Now level with his cock, you loll your tongue out, lazily licking up the smeared precum. Parting your lips, you slide his flushed red tip into your mouth, creating a gentle suction against him.

His hands find their way to the back of your head, guiding you further down his length. He’s normally not this needy, this desperate, but with the taste of you lingering on his tongue, the warmth of your mouth around his cock after months without it, he can’t help himself.

When you near his base, he thrusts his hips up into you, pushing his tip to the back of your throat. A helpless whimper escapes his throat at the feeling, holding you in place.

“T-that’s it, just like that, sweetheart,” he whines.

You hum in response, the vibration along his sensitive cock almost enough to send him over the edge.

Slowly pulling your lips up his length, your tongue slides along him, his legs shaking as the cool air hits the space where your mouth had been.

However, your lack of urgency drove Satoru crazy. “Can I…fuck…” he barely manages to choke out, his entire body begining to tremble from temptation.

Your half-lidded eyes flit up to his, and the sight of you, lips parted around his cock, drool now making its way down your chin, the pure filthy mess you are, makes him shudder.

Understanding what he was asking, that he needs more control, that he needs to fuck your throat, you hum again in confirmation. You barely had the energy to get this far, so it was truly a blessing when he grabs the back of your head and neck, steadying you in place.

He bucks his hips up into you mindlessly, only knowing that he craves the warmth of your mouth. The lewd sound of hills balls smacking against your chin, coated in a mix of saliva and his precum, echoes through your apartment.

The only other sounds are his pathetically sweet whimpers, praises falling from his lips as he leans his head back against the wall. “Takin’ me s’good,” “S’perfect,” “Mouth was made f’me,” the constant stream of words filling the air.

Without warning, his movement stutter as a guttural moan escapes his throat. His whole body trembles as he pumps thick ropes of cum into the back of your throat, holding you against him as you swallow it, grounding yourself to reality as you savor the taste of him.

His shaky hands release their grip on you as he collapses into the pillows, eyes half-open, staring at the ceiling. Your lips finally separate from his cock as you lean up to him, his chest heaving under your hand as you rest your body against his. Your fingers trace along his jawline and he shivers at your touch, opening his eyes slightly more to look down at you.

Both of you now absolutely fucked-out messes, glazed-over eyes scanning each other’s faces as you melt into the bliss of the moment. He kisses you softly, breath still unsteady as his arms loosely wrap around you, holding you to him.

This is what you had been missing for all those months without him - the warmth of his embrace, the tender love, the peace in your heart. As you drift back into exhausted sleep, you hear him whisper something as he places his lips against your forehead, something that sounds an awful lot like “I love you.”

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still loving you, part 1

geto suguru x fem!reader

in which your best friend shoko takes you to the bar your ex-boyfriend is performing at tonight.

wc: 2.3k-ish

author's note: i wrote a geto fic- someone fucking sedate me. i love that man w my whole heart. ps, i swear i will learn how to write a one shot one day. i am nothing if not a slut for the buildup. this is inspired by the song still loving you by the scorpions bc it's a GOOD FUCKIN SONG

tags/ CW: sfw but will be nsfw eventually, fem!reader, second chance romance, modern AU, bassist!geto, reader broke getos heart but we'll make it right don't worry, reader/ shoko/ geto/ gojo are bffs duh, slowburn bc i can't fucking help myself, reader smokes a cigarette or two bc i like the effect SMOKING IS BAD 4 U ok??

“Was it really necessary to bring me along for this? I could be home with my cat right now.” your best friend pulled you to her favorite bar, laughing as you continued to grumble. 

“You never leave your apartment, y/n. Have some fun for once!” Shoko continued to tug you along until you were at the door of The Sorcerer’s Lounge. If you were completely honest you didn’t hate this place- it was more speakeasy than dive bar, and it was one of the more peaceful places Shoko liked to bring you. 

“I do leave my apartment. I work, I go grocery shopping, and I sit and read in the park across town. So there.” You stuck your tongue out at her. She was your opposite but you adored her all the same. While she liked to party and drink herself into oblivion, you liked to stay in and enjoy your own company. You finished your party phase while you were in college- thinking about it made your chest twinge. “You know this isn’t really my thing anymore. I just made an exception tonight because I like it here.” Shoko had mentioned a show happening tonight, and you generally enjoyed the entertainment that the lounge offered. 

“Well you look fucking devastating, y/n, maybe we should make this your thing again?” Shoko was too hopeful, though her effort made you giggle. She took your hand and had you twirl in front of her, making the thigh-high slit of your dress threaten to show just too much. You did miss late nights like this, but it simultaneously felt foreign to you. There was something- someone- missing. You shook the thought away. As you both made your way through the crowd to the bar you saw a familiar head of white hair, and you stopped in your tracks. Shoko still had a firm grasp on your wrist, and your sudden halt nearly had her fall over. 

“Shoko, who’s playing tonight? I didn’t have the time to check.” actually you hadn’t cared to check, but you didn’t think it would’ve been your ex-boyfriend’s band. You looked at her sharply and she grimaced. Please, no. 

“Oh, I ah, I don’t remember!” She smiled sheepishly and tried to laugh the question off. Just as you were about to turn around and march out of the bar, you were engulfed in a tight hug. 

“Y/N! No way! Shoko you didn’t say she was coming too! Fuck dude, it’s been way too long. How are you?” You were smashed into Gojo’s chest, unable to respond. He held you tightly and laughed, a familiar and bright sound that always made you smile in the past. Right now, though, you wanted to hurtle yourself into the sun. Of all the nights you agreed to join Shoko, why did it have to be tonight? You managed to wiggle your way out of Gojo’s grip and huffed in response, trying not to take your agitation out on the man. After a breath, you were able to respond. 

“Gojo, it’s so good to see you.” you smiled gently and you meant it. He looked good. You weren’t sure if it was possible but he seemed even taller than when you’d seen him last, and he still had the same stupid sunglasses that he used to wear. “It’s been five years, I think? I won’t lie, I haven't really had the time to keep track.” A lie. Yes you were busy, but you knew exactly how long it had been since you had seen him and his best friend. The four of you had been inseparable during your college years, a rag-tag quartet against the rest of the world. You did everything together, until suddenly you didn’t. It hurt. It still hurts. 

“Oh, shit, I have to tell Suguru you came!” Gojo spun on his heel and ran across the bar and out of sight.

“Fuck, Gojo, don’t!” you yelled after him and tried to make your way in the same direction, but it was useless. He had a habit of appearing and disappearing, and you knew you wouldn’t find him. You slowly turned to your best friend, your eyes blazing. “Care to explain this shit to me?” Shoko shrank under your gaze but seemed to recover quickly. 

“Gojo reached out to me a few days ago to tell me they’d be in town and to tell me about their gig tonight. I thought it would be nice for the four of us to catch up.” you could hear the pain in her voice. “I thought you were over everything by now, y/n. You never bring Geto up anymore. I don’t even remember the last time you said his name.” you groaned at your ex-boyfriend being mentioned, and pinched the bridge of your nose to keep yourself from saying something stupid. 

“You know I adore you, Shoko.” you breathed, “But why did you think this was a good idea? My breakup with Geto shattered our friend group. I’m not sure if it really will be a nice thing for us to catch up.” though you had been surprised by Gojo’s response to seeing you. “We’ve all gone our separate ways in life. I’m not sure we really need to dwell on the past.” you had built a life for yourself, and you were proud of that fact. Yes, there were lonely nights and moments that you craved a closeness that you’d only ever experienced with Geto. But you made a life nonetheless, and you weren’t willing to mess it up because Shoko wanted to live in the past. “He broke my heart, Shoko. I think a part of me is still recovering.”

“You broke his too, you know.” Shoko said firmly. “If you weren’t so fucking stubborn you would’ve seen that. Leave if you want to. I’m going to support our boys.” Our boys. She stalked off, leaving you breathless. You slumped into a chair at the bar and ordered a shot. If you were going to stay, you needed something to take the edge off. 

. . .

“She’s here with Shoko! I saw! She looks fucking incredible, by the way. Damn, it was good to see her face. There’s something different about her, but she’s still y/n. I can tell.” Gojo continued to ramble on about you, giving Geto a massive fucking headache. He didn’t expect Shoko to make it, and he definitely hadn’t expected to hear that you were with her. His heart leapt in his chest, agitating him even further. 

“Satoru, I swear to god if you don’t shut the fuck up I’m going to wring your neck.” he slumped back onto the sofa in their small changing room and scrubbed his hands over his face. “This has you and Shoko written all over it.” Shoko and Gojo loved plotting together, whether it was going to be messy or not. They just seemed to enjoy the ride. 

“Suguru, come on. You don’t fucking shut up about her. In all the years it's been, I know you’re still crazy about her. And I know you want to see her, so get over yourself. She showed up, whether you like it or not. I don’t think she’d just abandon Shoko because you’re here.” Geto knew you wouldn’t leave her, so he was going to have to suck it up. “We’re on in thirty. Get your shit together.” Geto stared up at the ceiling and tried to remember your face. You never posted on social media, and Shoko rarely had photos of you up anymore. You had basically just disappeared one day, and it made the ache in his chest get worse. 

. . .

“Two espresso martinis, please.” You had taken two shots, and after letting them take effect you were finally ready to face Shoko again. You carefully carried the drinks through the crowd and into the lounge area, carefully searching through the tables and booths to find your best friend. You found her in the front row, stress smoking her cigarettes. “Those’ll kill you, you know.” you smirked, and she angrily looked up at you. 

“Hmph. The stress from how stubborn you are already has me halfway there.” she eyed the drinks in your hand. “Though, a drink might add a few more years back to my lifespan.” You placed your drinks on the table and sat down beside her, wondering when the show would start.

“I really don’t know if I can do this.” you did your best to hide the tremor in your voice but Shoko noticed, like she always did. She pushed your hair behind your ear and smiled. 

“You can, though. We’re just supporting our boys. No harm in that, right?” There really was no harm in it, but it made you nervous all the same. Your breakup with Geto had been entirely underwhelming, at best. You knew you had been growing apart for some time, and your parents never approved of him to begin with. He wanted to travel and make music, free as a bird. You wanted to stay and work in the city, carving out your own little slice of paradise where you were. He wanted you to come with him, you wanted him to stay. It would never, ever work. So you called it quits one day, plain and simple. He didn’t put up a fight though, and it had solidified your suspicions of him getting bored with you. You left and had tried your best not to look back after that. 

“Earth to y/n, can you hear me?” Shoko waved her hand in your face. “I said they’ll be on soon. Are you even listening to me?” you had to give yourself a shake to snap out of it. This was about to be a long fucking night if you couldn’t get a grip. 

“Give me one of those.” you snatched the pack of cigarettes from Shoko and lit one, taking a long drag before you exhaled in her face. You continued to take long drags until you finished and grabbed another.

“What the fuck happened to these will kill you?” Shoko snatched the pack out of your hands and stuffed it into her purse out of reach.

“The stress from how stubborn I am already has me halfway there.” you parroted back to her and lit the second one, winking. “It’s fine, I won’t have another. I have some semblance of self control, unlike someone I know.” Shoko rolled her eyes and grumbled, but immediately perked up when the lights began to dim. You had the opposite reaction, tensing up and shrinking into your seat as you smoked. Your best friend noticed though, as always, and looped her arm through yours.

“We’re just supporting them, like I said a little while ago. No harm, no foul. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that.” She gave you a reassuring smile, and you couldn’t help but lean into her touch. Shoko had been your rock through the breakup, and continued to support you even now. You could feel how excited she was, and admittedly her excitement was always contagious. You relaxed and watched as everyone came out on stage. 

Gojo of course came out first, that damn show pony. His boisterous attitude and loud mouth always annoyed you, and he always did the most to get the attention he wanted. You love him half to death though, and he knows it. He got all of you into trouble so many times you had lost count. A blonde with glasses came out next, a new addition to the band it seemed. You had never seen him before. A short man with cropped black hair and a huge grin came out next, and you recognized him from school though you couldn’t remember his name. Haibara? Something like that. That left Geto for last, as usual. 

You had forgotten just how beautiful he was. He walked out with a small smile on his face and waved to the crowd, and you couldn’t help the annoyance bubbling in your chest as the screaming got louder when he took his spot onstage. He had more tattoos than you remembered, and his hair was much longer. He wasn’t wearing it up in a bun, which felt unusual to you. Instead his black hair cascaded down his back and over his shoulders, framing his face. Was his bottom lip pierced now? He was too far away for you to be sure. You studied him carefully, drinking in the image in front of you. While everyone else got settled you watched as he began to scan the crowd for someone. You took another drag from your cigarette, wondering who he was so intent on finding. His eyes continued to wander until they found you. You locked eyes with him and tried not to choke as you exhaled, and leaned farther into Shoko’s embrace. He looked as shocked as you felt- your heart was about to jump up and out of your fucking throat. You could barely see the corners of his mouth turn up, and he raised his eyebrows before he finally looked away. You knew that stupid look. That was the ‘and what do we have here?’ look he always had on when he relentlessly teased you. The look was enough to make you scowl and huff, and you crossed your arms over your chest. Geto spared you another glance, and seeing you in such a state made him break out in a ridiculous grin before he laughed to himself. He loved teasing you. 

“He seems really happy to see you.” Shoko whispered in your ear. She huddled close to you, letting you lean into her as much as you needed.

“Yeah, well, no one said I was happy to see him.” your best friend let out a huff, letting you know you weren’t fooling her. You were hardly fooling yourself. Truthfully, seeing him after all this time made you feel like you were floating. You could only remember his face glassed over and uninterested, so seeing him happy made your heart leap. He loved being on stage and performing, and you loved watching him do it. The show began and, as always, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

[boredandwiredkitty]

I've been debating weather to post this all in one go or by chapter. But due to how much I want to write I'm probably going to post by chapter. I may eventually post this on AO3 when it's completed so we'll see.

TFP WHEELJACK X IDOL!READER

So far there is no adult content but that doesn't mean it won't be in future chapters. I'll do my best to label those in the future.

Reader is AFAB

I do apologize this chapter is rather short.

Pushing past the exit you walked out the back door of the entertainment center. Getting away from the loud sounds and bright lights. To have your moment of peace in the chaos.

You leaned up against the railing that led down the stairs to the loading dock. Where the equipment crew were unloading lights and all other electronics and costumes for the concert.

Pulling your hat further down in an attempt to shield your face from view. You brought your little vape to your lips and took a long drag. It seeming to be the only thing that helped to calm your nerves.

You hated these moments. You always had the most anxiety before stepping out on stage. Thousands if not millions of eyes on you all at once. All expecting perfection.

You exhaled slowly. Your eyes roaming over the various stage hands and workers muddling about. They were mostly finished and started to filter back inside to finish setting up.

You knew you should probably head back in yourself to start getting prepped but you valued this time to yourself. Where you could relax just a bit before flipping the performer switch. You decided to take one more hit of your vape before getting ready when a truck backed out. Revealing a car you've never seen before. Did it belong to one of the crew? You doubted it considering how unique it looked. Must be hella expensive.

You weren't one to go ogle strangers vehicles but you somehow found yourself down the steps and hovering only a couple feet away.

Well since you were already here why not have a look? What's the harm?

Remembering what you were taught you kept your hands behind your back as you walked around the car. Leaning in closer to get a better look at different things.

"I've never seen something like this before." You breathed out in curiosity.

You tried to glance inside to see if the owner was watching you ogling their ride. That would've been embarrassing.

The tint was too dark to determine so you hoped you didn't just creep someone out. "Sorry for stairing." You mumbled out before backing away. Wanting one last look before you went back inside.

Just as you moved to head back up the stairs you heard the sound of a car door opening. And to your absolute dismay saw a rather handsome man step out.

"I'm so sorry for stairing." You spoke quickly fumbling over your words.

His blue eyes seemed to sparkle. "Don't worry about it. I'm sorta used to it."

"Still though." You rambled awkwardly. Taken aback by the handsome guy standing in front of you.

God did his voice have to ooze sex appeal?!

"So," you began trying to not make it more awkward than it seemed. "What are you doing back here? Are you part of the crew?"

He looked at you quizzically before he followed your line of sight to the trucks backed up towards the building.

"Nah I'm not with them." He spoke.

"Then how did you get in here? It's restricted access. Only the crew and performers are allowed back here."

"I dont know. I was trying to avoid someone and I kinda just ended up back here."

You stared at him scrutinizing. "Yeah sure that's what everyone says." It wouldn't be the first time fans have tried to sneak in through the back way.

He put his hands up in defense. "Hey I'm serious."

In a moment of idiotic bravery you lifted the brim of your hat and pulled of your sunglasses. "Then do you know who I am?" Your heart started to race.

He tilted his head and squinted. The long stare a sign he was trying to think. "Do I need to?"

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest. He didn't recognize you? Was it because you weren't wearing your stage outfit and makeup? Or was he really that clueless? You were one of the singers in a fast rising to stardom idol group. You even did solo tours. Did he really not know who you were?

Your jaw must've been on the floor by the way he staired at you weirdly.

"Sorry I don't recognize you."

You came up to him excitedly and clasped his hands not thinking. "No! No! This is great! Finally someone I can be myself in front of! Oh man I didn't think this would make me this stoked!" You had no idea how nice it was to not be recognized.

"You're welcome I guess?" He chuckled while looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Ah! Sorry sorry!" You exclaimed as you quickly dropped his hands and took a step back. Where were your manners. "Oh I never got your name!" You exclaimed. You stuck out your hand "I'm (name)."

He hesitated for a moment before clasping your outstretched hand. "Call me jack."

"Jack" You reiterated with a warm grin. You took this time to get a good look at him. He didn't appear over 35. But has traces of salt and pepper in his tousled dark hair. It was hard to tell if it was black or brown. But his eyes. Were a gorgeous shade of bright blue. He had a 5 o'clock shadow that seemed to work so well on him. And you could see scars that scattered around his arms and face.

He was just your type. Dark and handsome with a mysterious air about him. A hint of danger.

"I've been meaning to ask." He snapped you out of your thoughts. Pointing to your pocket. "What was that you had earlier?"

"Oh you mean my vape?" You asked while pulling out the little device and held it out to him.

He picked it up carefully to inspect it closer. "Interesting. Looks kinda like something I had back home." He mentioned as he handed it back to you.

"Oh you vape too?" You wouldn't be surprised if he did.

"Not quite but very close." He mused in thought as he watched you slip it back into your pocket.

"You from around here?" You queried hopeful. You really wanted to see him again. There was just something about him.

"Nah I just travel alot." He shrugged casually in response. It wasn't a lie.

You bit your lip. You knew you were being crazy. All of this is crazy. "Well I'll be in Cincinnati next week for my next performance. Maybe I'd see you there too? I could tell the security to let in the white car with the Italian livery." You didn't want this to end. You wanted to ask more questions.

He opened his mouth to speak when you heard the door open behind you and saw your manager poke their head out. "Five minutes." They warned while showing their palm to emphasize the time.

Shit how long were you out there. You didn't have much time left.

Your eyes must've been pleading because he shuffled in discomfort as you looked at him before he let out a sigh with a wry smile. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."

You did a little hop in excitement. "Yes!" You whispered your cheer. The action reminding him of another girl he knew. Maybe the two of you could get along.

You then stuck your hand out again. "I look forwards to seeing you again jack."

"Same here." He spoke as he took yours in his.

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We always find a way (Mick Schumacher)

Parents of three, Mick and Y/N take some time for themselves and enjoy a kid-free holiday

Note: english is not my first language. I'm a sucker for dad!driver and I love a good holiday of just enjoying the peace and quiet.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"Here you have your key cards for access to all of the services, contacts in case you need any clarification and the services numbers, like room service, spa and activities will be in the coffee table of your living room", the receptionist said as he covered all the points he had to before letting you go and enjoy your holiday.

The idea came from Corinna: a week away, no kids so you and Mick could go on a romantic vacation and reconnect. So you took the opportunity, having chosen a relaxing place that allowed you to go to the beach and also hike, two of your favourite activities.

For the rest of the day, you explored the ground and ended up having an early room service dinner as all the travelling tired you out.

The next morning, however, Mick woke you up with gentle kisses along your neck, roaming hands under your shirt letting you know exactly what he wanted, "there's no risk of little eyes showing up here", he smirked, his hand playing with the hem of your underwear as you professed your love to eachother for the rest of the morning.

"How about we spend the afternoon by the beach? I'm still pretty tired and, although I love to see you like this, you'll need some swimwear, which covers just enough for me to keep loving on you", your husband kissed your cheek, squeezing your hand laced in his as you nodded, "we'll need to get up though, so you might loose the tight hug for a little bit", you teased, "or we could take it to the shower, liebling, I like that idea far better".

When you arrived at the beach, you kindly told the waiter what you would have for lunch, scanning your card and thanking her as she noted that she would bring the plates to you as soon as they were ready.

"Come here, pale man, you need some sunscreen", you ushered Mick, having him sit in front of you in the sunlounger, legs thrown to each side as you sat criss cross in front of him after you did his back, continuing to spread and rub the cream on his torso. "Close your eyes for me, please", you whispered, squeezing the tube so some face sunscreen would be deposited in your fingers, dabbing it on his face, "you're so handsome, Mick", you said, blush spreading on his cheeks and a small smile appearing on his lips, "absolutely gorgeous", you breathed out after you touched his cheek for the last time.

His blue eyes looked at you immediately as they opened, "can I do yours now?", he said, kissing your lips as he grabbed the spray bottle, starting on your legs and going up to your tummy, his hands lovingly caressing the skin and kissing all the way up to your chest, the pattern slowing down as he reached your sternum before divering to your clavicles and shoulders, "cold in this heat, liebling?", he asked teasingly as he noticed the goosebumps erupt on your skin.

You never understood how he still had that affect on you years and years later of dating, but you had to admit you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Are we done? The waves are slow and I'd really like to have a dip", you smiled, running away from him and towards the water when he put the cap on the bottle. He met you in the water not long after, diving in closer to you hand grabbing your hips as he came up, lacing your legs around his waist as you brushed his wet hair, "I love you, Y/N Schumacher", he said as he kissed your lips, smirking as he spun you around, your shriek music to his ears as it developed to you splashing him with water, sure that if anyone else was paying attention to you, the delight was perceptible miles away.

.

"Look, they have board games!", you squealed, grabbing your favourites from the selection you had in the living room and bringing them to the table, "which one first? Scrabble, Monopoly or Trivia Pursuit?", you questioned.

"I'm feeling like some Trivia Pursuit, I'm feeling confident", Mick smiled, opening the box and sitting in front of you.

"How do you know all of these things? I consider myself a smart person and I don't know half of these!", Mick said as you kept collecting slices for your cake as you liked to call it, "Rora is always asking me random things and I have to look them up to answer her", you blushed, admitting that it wasn't just a particular interest in geology.

"I always know when she asks me, no need to go to the internet", Mick stuck his tongue out at you, playfully teasing you as he closed the board, getting up and coming closer to you, "but that's just because I know all the things, like I know that, right now, that sofa would look incredible with you in it, me kissing you here", he said as he kissed your neck, "and here", he moved closer to your lips.

.

"Through here, liebling", Mick said as he pushed a rock out of the way, not wanting any of the other hikers to stumbled on it, "thanks", you kissed his cheek, holding his hand as you walked on the trail.

In addition to the water activities, the hotel also provided a guide with the best hikes around the island, having you and Mick choose one and ensure you'd be able to go on your own, wanting to enjoy the privacy of it while in nature.

Reaching the stop for the first section, Mick noticed some monkey bars, probably intended for older kids, prompting him to drop the backpack on the picnic table and call your name as you took a sip of water.

Testing the stability, Mick balanced himself between the bars, doing all sorts of tricks he could do while you snapped a picture, wanting to remember this moment forever.

"C'mon, I'll help you do it!", he cheered, clapping his hands and holding them out so he could hold you by your hips, "Mick, I don't have that much upper body strength", you chuckled at his hope. While you kept yourself active, you weren't lifting so much weight on your upper body, so holding yourself steady on the bars was not something you could do on your own.

Despite your insistence, Mick's hands held your hips safely, helping you move along the bars and handles, "see? I knew you could do it!", he cheered as you wiped your hands on yours shorts, "you held me the entire time, that was barely my effort there", you brushed it off, "I'll always hold you and make sure you never fall", he kissed the top of your head, not caring about how sweaty it was.

"Let's take a picture so we can send to your mother, I bet the kids will love it", you said, grabbing your phone and taking a selfie. Putting it back in your backpack, you carried on, finding a greener path to continue on.

Along the path, you found two yellow flowers, picking them out and, when you and Mick got to the second stop, about halfway of the whole hike, you put one behind of Mick's ear and one behind your own, "beautiful", he said, caressing your cheek and stealing a kiss, "not as handsome as you".

.

"Is that the last layer?", you asked Mick, looking at the lasagna on the tray, "yes, now you just put the cheese and then it goes in the oven", your husband checked with you, holding the tray when you were finished and leaving it to cook.

For tonight's plan, you and Mick decided to stay in and cook for dinner together, wanting to enjoy the small task without rushing and sipping on wine while dressed in comfortable clothing, meaning your husband had shorts in with a t-shirt and you only in one of his long linen shirts and underwear. Mick's phone was playing music on the speaker system, some playlist he had when you recognised the chords, "it's our first dance song", he whispered, wiping his hands on the kitchen towell before pulling you to him, "would you do me the honour of accompanying me in this dance?", he asked, kissing your wedding band and engagement ring, "yes, I will", you smiled, allowing him to push you flush to his chest, slowdancing in the kitchen with your head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Everyday I thank my lucky starts that you're my wife, that you're the mother of our children, human and canine children", he broke the silence, "and I never want to loose this. Dancing in the kitchen, giggles over stupid jokes, caressing eachother up like we're horny teenagers, all of it, I want all of this to always be present. I want to have old people sex with you, go on walks when we're retired and just enjoying the days, no other responsibility than to love eachother and keep our family safe", he confessed kissing the top of your head.

"Even when my hip gives out and we have to rearrange positions?", you joked, going along with the joke you usually make about having a bad hip and the fact that it will only get worse as you get older, "we'll find ways to do it that doesn't bother your hip, liebling. Trust me, we will find a way".

.

"We'll be home tomorrow, guys! How are Angie and Hazel? Are they behaving well for you, Corinna?", you asked your mother in-law, "they are! I'm thinking they might want to stay over more often. Aurora said you only give them one treat each, but we've been generous, haven't we guys?", she said out loud.

"Mama! Angie gets two, sometimes three treats! And we do too, right Oma?", Sebastian said, smiling as he saw you on the screen, "we miss you, mama and papa!", they said before you dialled off the call.

You put the phone on the coffee table, cuddling back up to your husband's chest, "When your mother suggested this for us to reconnect, I thought 'why would we need to reconnect?', it just seemed silly. We're married, we have three kids, there's no need to reconnect, we never lost connection", you began, drawing shapes on your husband's chest, "but now I get what she meant, at least I think I do. We get so caught up in the routine of waking up, get the kids ready, work, pick up the kids, kids' clubs and activities, then back home for homework, dinner, story time and sleep, and then do it all again. And I love that our life is like that, that we have three beautiful, kind and healthy children, and two dogs, and jobs we love. But being here with you, just going with what the day brings, loving on you, it really made me think about that", you finished, not sure where you were going but needing to get it out of your chest.

"I know what you mean, I've felt the same", he kissed the top of your head, "I love you, and I know you know I do, but the day to day rush doesn't let us express it too much just to eachother, even if the small things we do, and mundane as they are, are a sign of affection and love", Mick squeezed you against his chest.

"We should do something like date night every week? We used to do that when we didn't have Seb yet and it was nice, then three kids became a lot to juggle. Now Harriet is grown up enough, and so are Aurora and Sebastian, so we could get away with being gone for a few hours each week. How does that sound?", you wondered, "we have a deal, liebling", he smiled, kissing your cheek, "but I must admit I can't wait to get back to them, maybe we can all have a date in the park?".

[culiehua]

Imagine: our beloved shadowhunters in a vampire diaries S4x22/23 type of scenario where the veil between the living and the dead falls and chaos ensues

angry dead people are back for unifinished business with the mcs, you name it, they face it

(hint hint it's terrible)

magnus & co. are looking for a way to bring it back up but it's difficult enough without the now corporeal walking dead terrorists

the veil separates the living and the ghosts of those who are not ready to move on but also other supernatural whatnots

meaning that demons frequently infiltrate the other side bc it's a parallel dimensional death realm but usually rarely find weaknesses in the veil to cross over (and be killed by "stupid hot people")

but the whole thing is gone so demons are flooding everywhere and it is not that great

because the dead can now become tangible again (if they want to that is), they do that, e.g. Valentine and his posse go for Clary, and there are just so many

(we'll get back to them)

Meanwhile in London, Yanluo has crawled his way into Cirenworth because demons can hold grudges forever and he still has quite the bone to pick with Wenyu, Yiwen and Elias' blood (i.e. Jem holds the #1 spot in his deathnote (yes yanluo has a deathnote in canon myth even though it works a bit differently))

and why give up such ample opportunity for petty revenge?

nobody at the Carstairs home knows what is going on however (Tessa is with Magnus in New York)

so Mina is ripped out of her cradle in the middle of the night and held hostage until Jem hears her cry

listen. my chinese violin man has seen some shit

in his long (but not as long as it could have been) life he has spent more time flirting with his death than most and seems practically unflappable atp

but this is a nightmare he's never been able to completely get over (because watching your parents die while being tortured is traumatic™)

so jem is restrained and absolutely terrified to his core bc this cannot be happening again

fate has a really fucked up sense of humor, he thinks

history repeating itself was not on his bingo card and he is not sure if it's him or his sweet sweet baby girl that is going to croak. After all that effort to stay alive

and he prays to the angel it's him. Anyone but little love Mina, and he wonders, distantly, if his mother had felt the same way when she died

(The anguish and agony forever carved into his memory and onto her face tell him she would have)

Yanluo's ready to strike and poison him again but instead get's flung to the other side of the hall

(no minas were harmed in this scene)

things are moving too fast for him to see but in his injury induced haze he swears he hallucinates the image of his mother reaching for him before passing out

when he wakes up again it's to a destroyed foyer and his crying baby in his Kit's arms who looks a lot worse for wear

so the fight had been real. he definitely didn't imagine that

But he soon comes to the realization that he must have imagined his mother in someone else's stead, coming to protect him. How pathetic of him. He'd have to thank them later.

He hasn't spotted the unsheathed Jian coverd in ichor on the left side of the room yet.

For a couple of minutes he takes deep breaths. It was over.

He's as calm as he could get under his circumstamces

But it's Kit's disgruntled throwaway comment that shatters all semblance of peace he's found

"What the heck? Wenyu never told me she could fight like that!"

(amidst it all, young brown eyes and golden ones meet over Kit's shoulder)

Back in New York, a desperate redheaded girl was surprised to see another pair of green eyes joining the chaos and helping her fight off Valentine

and maybe, though she'll never admit it to anyone but herself, a long standing heavy weight was now off her shoulders after this day

(and if she felt lighter than she has in a long time, nobody had to know.)

[stop-the-play]

(Sorry about forgetting yesterday! As promised, here are... there was not only a tie but a stark distinction between the tied options and everything else, so you'll get both winners of the tie and the only other choice to have more than one vote.)

> (Explore) Are you sure? A second chance is a second chance. What you're describing sounds more like a third.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Well—a third chance, then. That's all right.

VOICE OF THE HERO: This is our second chance, and we know a lot more than we did last time. For one, we know not to hesitate.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: How much is knowledge really going to help us? We were powerless last time.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Again, now we know we can't afford to chat. So, we'll probably be fine as long as we're decisive, and if we aren't... maybe we will get that third chance.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: ...I hope we do.

> (Explore) An 'entity' can be literally almost anything. How am I supposed to go in prepared for that?

VOICE OF THE MEEK: And an excellent point from the big man.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Yeah, but we all saw what it was last time. What it could do. We're a lot better equipped to deal with it than we were the first time around.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: And, um, how exactly do you suggest we 'deal with it?'

VOICE OF THE HERO: Here's an idea: We don't give up our only weapon.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: Of course. Great start.

> (Explore) About last time...

VOICE OF THE HERO: Yeah. Last time.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: Ugh. Last time.

VOICE OF THE HERO: We're not having a repeat of that.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: And how can you know that? As soon as it got out of the basement, our body just... disconnected, or something. Can we even plan for that, besides... I don't know...

VOICE OF THE HERO AND VOICE OF THE MEEK: Not locking it in the basement in the first place?

VOICE OF THE MEEK: Wait, you also want to... hold on. We're thinking different things, aren't we?

VOICE OF THE HERO: I didn't think we were, but now I'm a little concerned about what you want to suggest.

VOICE OF THE HERO: But, yes. Whatever it was, it completely shut down our body before we could react. So we act first instead. If it's dead, then it probably can't do... whatever it did, and even if it can, we'll still have already saved the world.

You experimentally clench and unclench your fist, and take in a deep breath. Your body certainly seems to be functioning perfectly fine.

He must be right, then. Everything has completely been reset.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Relax. It couldn't do... that the first time we went into the basement, so maybe it gets more powerful the longer we stall. Everything's reset, so it should be back to where it was at first.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: ...If you say so...

Choices:

(Explore) So, team, what exactly is the plan here? Both of your plans.

(Explore) Do I have to kill it? Can't I try to find some sort of... I don't know, peaceful resolution?

(Explore) So we go in and kill it before it kills us. That seems plenty straightforward.

(Explore) Doesn't this feel really suspicious to you?

(Explore) What do you think we'll find when we get to the cabin?

Yeah, you're right. Let's do this. [Continue to the cabin]

Ugh, fine. But I've got a bad feeling about this. [Continue to the cabin]

Sounds like a plan! This ought to go great. [Continue to the cabin]

[Silently continue to the cabin]

Mm, no. I don't want to have my body 'disconnect' again. [Turn around and leave]

[fluttershyflores2]

Chapter 2: The Ambush in the Forest

The sun was just beginning to peek through the trees as Yumei and Azure Lion resumed their path. The cool morning air caressed their faces as they made their way along a narrow path that wound through the thick forest. Yumei, as always, stayed close to Azure Lion, her shy gaze scanning the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Yumei: Where are we going this time? – Yumei asked in a soft, unsure but interested voice –.

Azure Lion, with his majestic and confident bearing, answered without hesitation.

Azure: There is a small village to the east of here. It is said to be under the protection of an ancient mystical creature… but lately, the villagers have been restless. Something is disturbing the peace, and I want to investigate.

Yumei nodded silently, though a part of her feared what they might find. But as always, she trusted Azure Lion completely. Ever since she had met him, she had felt an inexplicable connection, a feeling that as long as she was with him, everything would be fine.

However, that peace was abruptly shattered when, out of nowhere, an arrow whistled through the air, grazing Azure Lion’s cheek before embedding itself in the tree beside him.

Azure: Ambush! – Azure Lion shouted, immediately going on guard –.

Yumei stepped back in fear, her eyes widening in surprise. Her natural instinct told her to run, to hide, but something inside her stopped her. This time it wasn’t just her life that was in danger; Azure was in the line of fire as well.

From the shadows of the trees, two figures quickly emerged. Kisho, a lithe man with a mischievous smile on his face, appeared first, swinging a light sword with skill. Kichiro, his older brother and leader of the duo, followed him, more imposing and serious, carrying a bow with an arrow ready to be fired.

Kisho: Well, well, well! –Kisho exclaimed with a satisfied smile – We have found that Yumei. Finally, our boss will be proud.

Kichiro, however, kept his gaze fixed on Azure Lion.

Kichiro: It won’t be that easy, Kisho. Azure Lion is with her. This is going to be… complicated.

Kisho grimaced and scratched his head.

Kisho: True. That lion is not someone you want to fight. But what do we do now? We can't go back empty-handed!

Azure Lion watched the two hunters with a mix of calm and determination.

Azure: If they think they can take Yumei without a fight, they're sorely mistaken – he said, his voice booming like distant thunder –.

Yumei, though frightened, stepped forward, knowing she couldn't let Azure Lion fight for her alone. With a deep breath, she began to focus on her inner light, trying to gather enough energy to help. However, the wound on her right eye began to throb, reminding her of her weakness.

Yumei: I-I won't let them catch me! – she shouted in a shaky, but determined voice –.

Kisho raised his hands in a playful gesture of surrender.

Kisho: Hey, we don't want to hurt anyone... we're just following orders.

Kichiro, on the other hand, drew back his bow.

Kisho: It's our job. We have no choice.

The tension in the air was palpable. The sound of the wind rustling the leaves contrasted with the stillness of the confrontation. Kisho watched his older brother, waiting for a sign, while Yumei tried to suppress her fear and stand firm.

Azure Lion stepped forward, his golden mane blowing in the wind.

Azure: If it's a fight they want, then they'll have it. – he draws his sword –.

Suddenly, Kisho approached his brother and whispered.

Kisho: Do you have a plan B, Kichiro? Because if we fight him, I think we won't come out very well.

Kichiro frowned, but slowly lowered his bow.

Kichiro: You're right, we can't face Azure Lion and come out unscathed. We'll have to find another way to accomplish our mission.

With a calculating look, Kichiro took a few steps back, never taking his eyes off Azure Lion.

Yumei, however, took a step forward, her hands shaking but with resolve in her gaze.

Yumei: I...I don't want to fight. I don't want any more harm. Can't we settle this another way?

Kisho, somewhat surprised by Yumei's words, looked at his brother.

Kisho: What do you say, Kichiro?

Kichiro sighed, lowering his bow completely.

Kisho frowned, observing Azure Lion more closely.

Kisho: Yes, I know. But we can't fail, Kichiro. Not this time.

Yumei felt a knot in her stomach. She didn't want Azure Lion to fight for her, she didn't want to be the cause of any more conflict. But she knew she had no other choice. With a heavy heart, she prepared herself for what was to come.

Yumei: Please – she said quietly, but loud enough for the hunters to hear – you don't have to do this. We just want to continue on our way without any problems.

Kichiro looked at her for a moment, as if considering her words, but then shook his head.

Kichiro: I'm sorry, but our orders are clear.

Kisho raised his bow again, aiming accurately at Yumei. But before he could fire, Azure Lion lunged forward with astonishing speed, disarming him in a single move. Kisho recoiled in surprise, while Kichiro tried to attack with his daggers, only to be met with Azure Lion's overwhelming strength.

Amidst the chaos, Yumei closed her eyes and focused on the light within her. She knew she had to help, even if it was just a little. She held out her hands, and a soft but powerful wave of light emanated from her body, enveloping the area around her. The energy momentarily blinded the hunters, giving her the advantage.

Azure Lion wasted no time. With a roar that echoed throughout the forest, he knocked Kichiro down with one blow, leaving Kisho staggering backwards, unable to react. The hunters, knowing they were defeated, decided to retreat, disappearing into the thick forest.

Kichiro: This isn't over yet, we'll be back!

Yumei fell to her knees, exhausted from the effort, but with a sense of relief at seeing that they were safe, at least for now. Azure Lion approached her, offering a hand to help her stand up.

Yumei: Thank you... – Yumei murmured, feeling exhaustion take hold of her – I don't know what I would have done without you.

Azure Lion looked at her softly, with no trace of the ferocity he had shown in battle.

Azure: I will never leave you alone, Yumei – he said firmly – Remember, we are in this together.

As they walked away from the place, leaving the danger behind, Yumei felt a small spark of hope in her heart. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel so alone in her fight against the darkness.

But she knew that this was just the beginning, and that the hunters would return. And this time, they would have to be more vigilant than ever.

my hand fell asleep, aaah!

[svpernovae]

@apocryphis (Phainon) inquired:

" ... so who won?" phainon's question comes after a long silence - the stunned aftermath of battle, where every warrior lies aghast, a little disoriented by the improbable victory now lain in their lap. it is a silence phainon finds uncomfortable. it is a silence that weighs too heavy and tastes like a loss. so he breaks it; snaps it and tears at it as if it were a sheet of paper to be discarded, and turns bright blue eyes to his companion. "you or me? who got the most?" he chuckles - and it is too airy to be an honest one. "i must admit, i lost count after a while."

His mind was ringing, ears full of clashing sword echoes, ripples of groans and roars, the everlasting thrum of battle with swing of a fist. A rush, tearing tempest calls for blood, calls for bodies left in wake, calls for enemies to be slain. It's loud, near deafening and yet, his voice pierced through.

Mydei breathes and grounds himself, more for his sake than Phainon's. Perhaps the other hadn't noticed, and if he did, he never commented. But such was the grace the man extended to all his allies. A grace far too generous to a son of Kremnos, but Mydei still has some reason to himself. At least he hopes it'll never come to be that he'll have to abandon it. Not yet for now.

For now, there's the breathless laughter asking his attention. The dishonest smile pestered about by the Deliverer. Mydei would have been vexed for his faux honesty if he hadn't clashed with him before. His eyes dart to the man but he offers no smile. He knows very well Phainon hates this quiet, he cannot see the blessing that it is. It's annoying in the end, but just as grace is conceded to him, Mydei can also return the favor. If only to further dispel Phainon's discomfort so they can carry with their contest.

"We're in the same predicament." He rolls his shoulders back, shaking away the pressure as he relaxes his stance. Feeling more and more himself with each word. Perhaps Phainon's battle monologues have a purpose beyond annoying jest.

"But that doesn't mean we should stop." With arms crossed he assesses the other. Phainon is worse for wear, as expected of a mortal body. Still he has enough energy to put on an act, he always has. "We'll carry the contest back to Okhema."

Perhaps it's quiet itself that pushes him. This earned privacy where they are allowed to be honest should they truly chose to. Mydei cannot say he completely understands what it's like to fear death, much less the silence that follows battle. To him, it's but a sign of a job well done. A peace.

"..." Phainon remains the only one in Okhema capable of keeping up with him, but he's still very much a son of Elysiae. Still very much prone to falling to unnecessary sentiments of fallen comrades or sympathies for the enemy. It's all a matter of culture, one that's hard to breach but not impossible.

"Come." The warriors may be down but they're not helpless. Still for Phainon's sake, they can afford to extend a helping hand. "Let's check on who's sentient."

[nerdylightcrown]

All too well.

Togame Jo imagine

It's been a while since the two of you broke up. It's been months but its still been hitting you like a fresh wound being poured with vinegar. It's stinging so bad.

Togame has been the sweetest partner you've ever had. An absolute sweetheart. He never fails to ease up your troubles away.

Hearing his heartbeat against his chest always calmed you down. He likes taking naps, especially when you are next to him. Nuzzled against his chest, arms wrapped around your waist. Sometimes he's the one nuzzled against your chest as he sleeps peacefully. Looking like an absolute angel.

You couldn't get his face out of your head. Long eyelashes gently kissed his cheeks as he slept. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps so you never managed to wake him up whenever he falls asleep suddenly. You just watch him as his chest slowly rises up and down.

Then he's somehow upset whenever he wakes up-

"Why didn't you wake me princess? I told you I missed you, time flies when I sleep. I came all the way here just to see you..." Togame said against your skin, voice still raspy as his breath tickled you slightly.

"You were sleeping so peacefully I couldn't wake you Jo~" You giggled as you ruffled his soft hair.

"Wake me up next time"

"We'll see"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He's always down with doing anything you like. He may seem like a grumpy grandpa but he knows how to make you happy. He goes along with your crazy ideas and makes you the happiest person ever.

"Jo why do you always go along with my wild ideas?" You asked as you guys silently walked outside the chilly night, hand in hand.

His Shishitoren jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm. It smells like him.

"Because you always smile when we do the stuff you like" He answered simply, swaying both your hands that were connected gently.

"So?" You cocked your eyebrow at him.

"I love your smile"

Oh you absolutely love this man.

So people couldn't believe it when you two broke up.

He couldn't either.

He strongly protested against it but you were determined to let him go. You felt like you were suffocating him. Limiting him of his potentials. Just because you were with him.

You felt like you didn't deserve such a great guy.

He needs someone better.

Someone who will deserve him. Not someone like you.

Who knew you'd end up eating your words as you watched him with another.

Standing at the town plaza, you stood there frozen in place. Christmas songs played in the background and a sweet couple stood in front of you, displaying their affection to anyone and everyone who saw them.

All smiles. Just like when he was with you.

Arms around waist. Just like when he was with you.

Loving eyes. Just like when he was with you.

You thought you'd be happy when he finds happiness with someone else..but you were wrong.

It hurts.

Seeing him smiling like that.

They're not for you.

They're no longer for you.

You're no longer the reason why he's smiling like that.

Then your eyes locked with his-

It hurts.

You know it all too well.

[knoxise]

the way shades linger -- a indie/folk playlist for hades game patroclus + achilles (patrochilles)

tracklist and matching lyrics under the cut (playlist icon by wolfythewitch); will be perpetually updated and adjusted

Memory - Aristos the Musical (I wish I had a secret; I wish I had a thousand; just so I could tell him every single one)

You Woke, I Waited - PigPen Theatre Co. (When we are older, we'll hear our bodies say; Oh; We'd find the mountain, survive)

A Long Way Past the Past - Fleet Foxes (I'll know that it's true; that rebirth won't work like it used to be; and oh, man, was it that much better then?)

Ghost's Fingers - Lambs & Wolves (We'll meet where this body ends; Have you ever met a ghost hiding his hands?)

Another Involved - Cold Weather Company (There's another involved, there's a pain in these walls)

Wait It Out - Imogen Heap (Everybody says that time heals everything; But what of the wretched hollow? The endless in between?)

Can You Stay - The Family Crest (Can you stay; Cause you have my heart; Cause you've been mine for all of time)

Open Water Reckless Fishes - Squalloscope (Left all the good ones behind; Not because I wanted to, but because it was time)

Will Tomorrow Ever Come - Cold Weather Company (If time is our debt, what do we owe? Will I see you soon?)

You, Anything For - The Soil & The Sun (You could be the one who I would bleed for; Salt in my wound and seethe for)

Meet You At The Gate - Jayne Trimble (I will meet you at the gate; I don't mind if I've to wait; Cause, oh, it takes a little time to taste the fruit of the vine; show me the way to your heart)

Fair - The Amazing Devil (And clinging to the moment, "Where have you been?" She'll whisper, "I've waited, oh, so long for you to come")

Two Shadows - Benjamin Verdoes (You wanted to unravel, you wanted to escape; Here's the last place we kissed; But we're not trying to speak)

O Icarus - Aristos the Musical (This moment seems like memory; I'm grieving breathing, and the grief is air)

I Design Disasters - Robert Hallow and The Holy Men (And when I am alone; I trace your shape in the air beside me; Give it time love, I know you're wanting more)

Ribcage - Ash the Ghost (There's a ghost of who we were living in my spine; Maybe if we run away we can bring it back to life; Let it sink into our lines and edges)

Calling It Love - Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (Am I another home you lost in the flood; and are you the only living thing that I will ever touch?)

A Better Time to Meet - Adrianne Lenker & Buck Meek (I never feel more found than when I'm wandering; But to hear that quiet voice, I'd give up everything; To follow the soft sighing of the sea)

Always Gold - Radical Face (Yeah, everything goes away; But I am gonna be here until forever, so just call when you're around)

Everybody Here Is A Cloud - Cloud Cult (There's so much more to see in our darkest places; Have you found where your place is?)

The Moon/Awake - The Dear Hunter (How'd we lose our place? Who decided out fate? I'd bare you my heart if I knew that it was still there; I'm too nervous to look)

Rule #33 - Pyre - Fish in a Birdcage (When I looked in your eyes, I said I know you'll be fine; Trust yourself and live it your way)

You and I - Domimi Foster (You and I always were waiting; For the inevitable fall; Can we have one hour longer than this?)

My Love Goes To The Grave - Jayne Trimble (I can't go back, I've done you wrong; This is where I belong, where I'm going you cannot come)

Empty Hall Sing Along - Woodpigeon (Since you came, I don’t know what way is up and where I stand; or where I can; words take on a different plan)

True Love - Emily Brown (True love, tell me what's in your soul; Right when you're most at peace, that's when you lose control)

Shadow Boy - Little Moon (I whisper out your name, knowing you can hear; And you are here; I am here)

The Night We Met - Lord Huron (I don't know what I'm supposed to do; Haunted by the ghost of you)

You Are - Mother Falcon (What is dear to me? You are what is dear to me)

Let's Go Home - Cold Weather Company (Though you know I'll always turn back to you; And wonder what a little more time could prove; I just can't keep being like this)

Resurrection Fern - Iron & Wine (In our days we will live, like our ghosts will live; like stubborn boys with big green eyes, we'll see everything)

Sleeping World - Vancouver Sleep Clinic (I'm a wandering soul, lost in a city of homes; I don't see anything else, cause I'm just learning to hold you above a sleeping world)

Death with Dignity - Sufjan Stevens (Spirit of my silence, I can hear you; but I'm afraid to be near you, and I don't know where to begin)

You Are the Moon - The Hush Sound (Darkness, darkness, everywhere, do you feel all alone?; You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear)

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Okay so I think I've had enough time to get my thoughts together, and after watching the new season twice back to back, here are my highlights for each episode (Basically me taking the thoughts I had written down and condensing them) (Do not keep reading if you haven't watched it yet :)) This is going to be a very long post

Chapter 1: Startouched

First of all, still can't get over Aaravos's crying. Pack it up, Santa Claus 🤚

The new Viren intro? Hello? Is he dead? He must be

Was very disappointed to realize that he was, in fact, not dead

Terry is still thriving. We stan him

Rest in peace, Sir Sparklepuff

Claudia was abandoned by her mother and her brother (in her eyes), and now her father, too, whom she sacrificed so much to save.

Her sobs are chilling

Soren is an icon, as usual, he and Opeli are the best duo

"Fellowship of the Pearl" ELROND??

Stella is the number one Rayllum stan

Seriously, why does everyone sleep in full uniform?? Except Rayla. She gets comfort

"What have I done" my poor boy is never going to sleep again

"He took our blankie" LMAOO

Barius could be an award-winning baker in our world

"I'll be fine. I have my blankie." I'm going to live by this phrase

Claudia, PLEASE get some therapy

Chapter 2: Love, War and Mushrooms

Ayo we get a Claudia intro now??? Leave my girl alone

SORUVS CRUMBS LET'S GOOO

"I'm happy to see you, too." Good. Now kiss

Karim's reflection in the crown :( poor Janai

"What am I not seeing?" Corvus, honey. There are weirdly-colored mushrooms. EVERYWHERE.

Not him having to babysit Soren and Hat

"But I will do what I must" Karim stop trying to be Viren

Ezran and Zym being brothers <3

Soren's carrying the entire show with the modern references "Among Us"

"If I ever start to doubt you, I'll know I am truly lost" crying rn

I did not expect Soren to have beef with a mushroom

Hello?? The parallel scene with Janai and Karim's speeches?? I am speechless?? It's beautiful.

Fun sized Zym!

YES JANAYA IS GETTING MARRIED

Each group adopted a baitling and I'm here for it

Chapter 3: The Frozen Ship

AARAVOS FORCED HIM TO USE DARK MAGIC ON THE SHIP???? HE WAS POSSESSED AGAIN???

"Aww, look at that pair, Sneezles and Snoozles" as he's having a traumatic nightmare LMAO

Terry is still waiting for her...

SNEEZLES WHY'D YOU RUIN THE KISS (Very smooth, Callum)

I love Earthblood magic

"Evil black ice" preach, Rayla

They really put the ship monologue in, didn't they 😭

"I mean, you can sit here and draw pictures up the ship, but does that change anything?" hey, shut up <3

Y'know what, forget the plot twists and everything, I wanna know how Claudia's nails stay perfect

Rayla sobbing over a love tragedy while Callum's out in the freezing snow

"Rayla, I'm here!" *door slams in his face*

"Rayla..." *gives a super soft look* "all this time...you were READING?" Writers how dare you

WE GET DAD LORE, EVERYONE. HIS NAME IS DAMIEN. HE WAS A POET. AND HE HAD A BREATHING DISEASE. Maybe the same like Soren? Could he have been saved with Dark Magic????

Callum just share the blanket...YES

Stella the wingman

Callum nO—WHY WOULD YOU TELL HER ABOUT THE DARK MAGIC RIGHT WHEN YOU WERE ABOUT TO KISS?

Claudia is slaying with that new haircut

TERRY WAS COLLECTING THE STICKS TO MAKE HER A LEG HJLEFHKBEFAHKBEF "I did it for you!" kuhewfkhuefw "I would do anything for you." YES

Idk why but the animation during the argument was just *chef's kiss*

"I promise." Hey. No. Stop it.

"I am a humble servant!" How the turns have tabled

Aw, Viren's begging and sobbing on the ground like the pathetic man he is.

"Good. You don't deserve any." LET'S GO, EZRAN

Chapter 4: The Starscraper

I was expecting Callum to just be shot up in the sky like he was walking into a geyser, tbh

but the starscaper is giving minecraft beacons

I was kind of expecting a "BUT it's a living creature and deserves to not be used for parts" but ig we'll settle for a "BUT it's sooo cute"

"Hello, we need help." "Drop." Well alright then

Claudia, yes. Step away from Aaravos. No, he does not deserve your help. nO

"I need to see my dad, he can tell me the right path" Yeah, I don't think she's gonna see her dad again

"How do you all feel about spiders" haha nOPE I'm out

Oh, yay. Sol Regem.

"No" HA

"No horns! But greasy hair..." dang Astrid what did Callum do to you

THE STAFFS. AND VIREN'S SHOULD BE THERE

The novablade was given to a human girl?? The Orphan Queen, mayhaps?? 👀

AARAVOS CAN'T BE KILLED???

Thank you Terry, for saving Claudia from using that vial

ohhh, Soren's about to get severe whiplash

Chapter 5: Moonless Night

Soren's serious and I don't like it

LMAO not Stella trying to steal Callum's book

"Maybe I just want to see you suffer" As you should, Soren

"And I'm so proud of you" "Everything you're telling me is some kind of lie" OUCH

Viren being miserable brings me joy

Not the wet socks :(

Rayla girlbossing as usual

her seeing the good in the ones that everyone else thinks is a monster >>>>

I want to pet Esmeray

Moana who? I only know Rayla

"Luna's love is with you even if she's not" didn't Runaan say something similar to Ethari before he left??

What's the significance of the bells

THE QUASAR DIAMONDS

HE DID IT FOR HER. HE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HER. SHE GETS TO SEE HER FAMILY AGAIN

Imagine the first thing you see in your life is the stars...I think I'd transcend, too

THEY'RE SEEING EACH OTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME

Kosmo's getting his magical girl transformation

"Your star is...darkness" That wasn't very nice >:(

Lain's face is full of defiance while Tiadrin and Runaan are terrified

Poor Callum

The scene with Viren shouting to Aaravos he can't control him, and then panning to the fly caught in a spiderweb is a nice touch

Chapter 6: Moment of Truth

I'm sorry, what happened to "Hello?" "How are you?" WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT THE REAL PEARL? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S THE DECOY? WHAT DO YOU MEAN AARAVOS CONTROLLED HIM AGAIN?

The parallels of both Viren and Harrow writing a letter to their son

Lissa is gorgeous

Nooo, writers, stop trying to make me feel sympathy for the rat man

Kpp'Ar?!? Isn't actually a bad guy?

Kosmo you broke Callum

"You might have all the power of the cosmos but you're still dumb" Astrid ily

Did he just?? Hit the restart button? I want that. Give me the power of the cosmos :(

HARROW CAMEO

Callum's stronger than I am cause I would have walked out as soon as she mentioned the spider was going to bite me

"Without magic, you're just a frail old man" who's talking now, Viren

Oh. "I watched it fill with her tears" my hatred of you has increased tenfold, Viren

RAYLA IS HIS TRUTH. HIS LIGHT. THE ONE WHO BRINGS HIM BACK FROM THE DARKNESS

That letter needs to go to Claudia instead of Soren

Stella bringing out the popcorn lmao

THEY KISSED. THIS ISN'T A DRILL, THEY KISSED

"I love you" IOUHEFIUHGIUEGFIUGHEFWIUHEWIO THEY FINALLY SAID IT

Chapter 7: The Red Wedding

The way he caresses her face adiwefiijefjioef

MOON NEXUS. HER PARENTS. RUNAAN.

Not Stella being mean to Sneezles for messing up another Raylum kiss

Ooh, they're getting married! But Karim has to be a little POS and ruin it with an army

Aanya, beloved

Hmm I saw you moving closer to Ezran there

Janaya for life

"Specifically, we tried to kill each other" true love at it's finest

They keep bringing attention to Pharos's wound and I don't like it

Get married, kill your traitorous brother, and eat cake, all in a day's work

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER they're literally perfect

"Of course I love my sister! I still want to take everything she ever loved from her!" Brother of the year award

So many of my problems could be fixed with an exploding arrow

Ezran didn't reach them in time IS HE GONNA DIE WITH THEM

Wait

LMAO SOL REGEM DITCHED THEM THAT'S HILARIOUS

Oh no he's heading for Katolis oh NO

Chapter 8: We All Fall Down

I am...I have no words for this. (Seriously, I didn't have a lot of notes for this bit. Just seeing Katolis being burned to the ground, the townspeople about to die...the writers were brilliant at letting us feel their horror and fear)

AARAVOS.

Hat survived tho

"Take good care of Hat" you act like you're about to die??

There are a lot of names I'd like to call Aaravos, but I won't say them

"I can't" oh do something for ONCE

"Take my heart." I'm sorry??? No???

Viren. Why is there blood on the knife what did you DO

He carved his own heart. He CARVED his OWN HEART

Soren's alive tho

THE PICTURES OF THE FAMILY JLKBEFJBKLFES

Ladies and gentlemen, Viren is finally dead. And even though I still hate him, his death sequence was top tier

CLAUDIA

Ew, pathetic beast (Sol Regem)

Aaravos, I hope you choke on your own tears <3

Claudia, the tragedy that you are

She lost her father TWICE

Nooo the pearl GET AWAY FROM HER AARAVOS

HE DID ALL OF THIS. ALL OF THIS BECAUSE THE PEARL WAS STILL THERE. HE KNEW SHE WOULD COME BACK FOR HER FATHER. AND HE NEEDED VIREN DEAD TO GIVE HER THAT FINAL PUSH.

I forgot Lujanne had a husband. Or boyfriend. Did she and Allen get married? I don't remember

Thank you for being the ONLY reasonable one here, Terry

Claudia and Callum are after the same spell??

He needed Sol Regem's bones :o

IT ISN'T THE REAL QUASAR DIAMOND?

"Veritas" hello Deltora Quest what are you doing here

HE HAD THE THIRD QUASAR DIAMOND IN HIS STAFF THE WHOLE TIME?? RAYLA HAS TO CHOOSE? WHY CAN'T YOU LET HER BE HAPPY DANGIT

Ooh Claudia's spell didn't work?

Chapter 9: Stardust

"It needs love" That was...not what I expected from you

Leola, cutie. Her and Claudia would have gotten along well

Callum made her a bracelet to bring her back <3

Rayllum!

RUNAAN? it wasn't the behemoth, he's there but he's corrupted? What???

LAIN AND TIADRIN!! And they're...dancing?

Ohhh the key was for a book

They're at peace. Runaan's not. I'm going to die

Leola looks so small standing before them

I love how the cosmic order is just like "oh this is the beginning of chaos" you are quite literally about to kickstart that chaos

The og trio looks so small in the flashback

THE REFLECTION IN THE POND SHOWS LITTLE RAYLA HUGGING HER PARENTS. ILUHEFIUGLEFIUHL

And thus, Leola's Last Wish was born

Oh Santa's back

They put his prison in his daughter's grave 😟

"You taught me to never break my promises!" Hey, so. Can you break the promise you made in Chapter 3?

"No!" Runaan get back here right now.

So Lain and Tiadrin have been dancing this whole time while Runaan's been living in a nightmare. That checks out

Ruthari <3

OOh the Aaravos/Runaan spell is just like the Janai/Karim speech sequence

RUNAAN IS BACK. RUNAAN IS ALIVE

OH NO CALLUM CAUGHT SIGHT OF KATOLIS BURNING

The wedding was supposed to be happy >:(

Aanya got to try her cake tho

Ezran, my poor boy. He was just going away for his aunt's wedding. Nothing was supposed to go wrong. He's still a kid.

Aaravos also gets his magical girl transformation

Hello?? He's literally a giant? Ohhh the "I swallowed her" makes sense now

Terry knows this is a horrible idea. What if Aaravos makes her turn on Terry?????

Is this why is voice is so deep?

Overall, season 6 was a ROLLERCOASTER and probably my new favorite season. There was so much going on, and it did not disappoint. I can't wait to see the next season, AND for those of you who don't know, there has been a mention of a third arc which means possibily 10 seasons instead of 7!!!!! But in order for that to happen we need to show as much support as possible so yeah! If we do get those 3 extra seasons I will never shut up about this series