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[dreamwritersworld]

tell me. (sully brother x reader)

y/n was the Sully’s family brightest friend. She was smart, witty, and kind hearted. These traits were the reasons why the Sully family loved her. Y/n lost her parents at a young age due to outsiders and instead of turning their back on her. Jake Sully introduced her to his children and opened his home to her always.

Being that she was alone, she grew to become very well trained. She was better than any warrior in the clan..well almost. Everyone but Neteyam. He was her equal. Of course highly trained warriors didn’t need each other but somehow they found a way to have that need. Neteyam needed her just as much as she needed him.

As serious of a warrior she was, outside of that she was an absolute goofball. She was almost as bad if not worse than Lo’ak. She didn’t have any limit or someone to keep her from exploring. Y/n loved every part of the forest. All corners of it were familiarized but she only dared to explore the forbidden parts with Lo’ak and Kiri. On any free day she made sure Lo’ak was up and out of bed, tugging on his leg singing a good morning song, giggling like an idiot while Lo’ak struggled to open his eyes and begging her to give him five more minutes.

It’s safe to say all siblings knew Y/n from front to back. As older as the children got, Neteyam denied her of anything more than a friendship. He couldn’t see himself going further when he believed Lo’ak was in the way.

To say it didn’t hurt Y/n would be an understatements she knew. She saw the way he separated himself slowly but surely and she never understood why. It broke her heart and yet she buried that pain. While the years grew, it was inevitable for Y/n to grow closer with Lo’ak.

“Lo’ak! Wake up! It’s my free day! You should be awake hurry-“

“Y/n! I could sense you coming from miles away! You do this every free day you have-“

“Oh Yea? If that’s so, why aren’t you ready for our day of…adventures.”

Y/n whispered the last part as if the rest of the family hadn’t known of their mischief but it felt better acting as though it was a secret. It meant they had this one thing to themselves and only meant for them.

“Can I come?”

Y/n nods quickly to Kiri’s request while Lo’ak turns his head to roll his eyes. Can’t he and Y/n have at least one free day to themselves? It’s been weeks since Y/n’s gotten a chance away from training. He needed alone time with her.

The trio ran through the forest and soon found a comfortable spot to relax in. The conversation was going fantastic until Neteyam was brought up. After hearing his name Y/n faded away into her thoughts. She couldn’t believe how distant they had gotten when they were so close as children

*y/n’s flashback*

Our last real conversation that wasn’t about work or the clan or his siblings was harsh and rash. I couldn’t believe he had done what he did. I was just so fed up with his silence I wanted to confront him…boy do I wish I hadn’t had the urge to.

For a couple of minutes, I had waited silently, watching and observing Neteyam. I waited for the moment to finally approach him. After a couple of minutes I couldn’t wait anymore.

“Neteyam, please we need to talk.”

“Talk about your training today? Or the clan?”

“Why must it be just about that Neteyam? What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

In that moment I wanted to curse myself for our horrible communication skills. When we trained, we understood each other but when it came to anything else these days..it was completely different.

“I mean..us.”

“Always one to confront Y/n-“

“Yes when it really matters to me I always am.”

“Matters? Y/n our friendship is just fine.”’

“No it not Neteyam. You barely speak a word to me unless it’s about work. I need you. I’ve always needed you and it doesn’t seem that way for you anymore-“

“It never was Y/n. What you need to understand is that there are plenty of friends you rely on and you can’t depend on me when im so busy-“

“Neteyam! Can you please help us serve the table? We can go fly together once we’re done!” Another women had called and he listened. He listened for her. He didn’t deny her.

“Of course-“

There Y/n stood in verbal silence but it was clear that her heart had shattered right in front of him and he hadn’t cared.

“Neteyam wait. Please just tell me-“

“I’m talking to someone!”

Neteyam had turned harshly and corrected her. It was as though he had already been Olo'eyktan. He ordered her to walk away and mind her own. This hurt Y/n deeply. She was such a strong person but her heart was truly gentle. This pain was written all over Y/n’s face. She had turned away from Neteyam quickly.

“Wait…Y/n im sorry..”

Y/n hadn’t turned back to spare him a chance of an apology and instead she kept walking further away from him. She couldn’t recognize him. For the first time in her life she couldn’t understand him or see him. He never raised his voice, he never corrects her the way he did.

What she hadn’t realized was that Neteyam watched her always. Such a skilled woman and she was blind to Neteyam’s ways. After the flying, he saw how Y/n helped clean up the area that the clan ate at with Kiri. Then suddenly he was pulled away when Lo’ak approached him.

“Neteyam! Neteyam! You have to help me.”

“Help you how?”

“It’s Y/n Neteyam. She is the light mom and dad always speak of!”

“Just talk to her like you’ve done many times before. Be yourself.”

Neteyam spoke of it as though it was so easy…because for him it was. Y/n constantly spoke to him with excitement and she cared his words and emotions as though it was hers. Lo’ak harshly sighed at this response stressed and frustrated.

“No Neteyam. You don’t understand! Myself isn’t good enough. Of course I’m good friends with her but it’s never been just us and when it is someone is always nearby..I need more.”

“Fine. Fine. Keep it simple. Ask her a question.”

“Right! A question…this is good.”

“Yea. Try to be confident, disinterested-“

“But im very interested!”

“Tell her about the flowers.”

“What flowers?”

“The ones she always takes Tuk to when she’s not running around the clan with work. They’re called sun lily’s. Long stems. It’s absolutely beautiful.”

“Ok! Ok! Here I go!”

Neteyam watched Lo’ak slowly pick up and clean, walking beside Y/n. Never had he seen Lo’ak so nervous. He understood why someone like him could be intimidated though. Y/n stood tall and confident. He assumed maybe she was still upset after their dispute so he knew when upset she often liked to listen before she spoke shortly, leaving a gap of silence some may have trouble finding comfortability in.

“It’s very hot isn’t it?”

“Yup.”

“I-I love listening.”

“ok?”

“I’m listening right now.”

“To what?”

“What you just said.”

“You’re the one that’s talking.”

“I am? You smell like a sun-“

Y/n laughed at his abrupt statement, completely confused yet amused at his inability to speak

“What?”

“uh..a sun lily!”

“How do you know about those flowers?”

“I-I-..well I inhaled them with my nose..I can smell them!”

The panic was clear to Y/n. She couldn’t understand why. Lo’ak had always spoken to her but maybe it’s because this time they were alone? Or perhaps he’s trying to find a way to express his stress but doesn’t know how to? Either way, Y/n didn’t bother to push it out of him. In fact she was glad. He made her feel better after the whole incident with Neteyam, she no longer thought of it.

“That’s wonderful Lo’ak! I heard that only Olo'eyktan can do that!”

“Really?”

“Yes of course! Mhm you’d be great as one.”

“I-I don’t know maybe?”

“Oh without a doubt you would!”

“Well then perhaps until then we should go out more often”

“We always do silly!”

“Yea but I mean-“

“Y/n! The children want to hear a song!”

Kiri interrupted their conversation abruptly. Y/n smiled at Lo’ak thinking nothing of his kindness.

“I must go. But when im done let’s fly before eclipse!”

“O-ok! Definitely..”

“What were you doin?!” Kiri asked Lo’ak in a rushed quiet tone.

“I was trying to talk to Y/n Kiri-“

“In what way? Because you were going to embarrass yourself.”

“What? Huh?”

“Didn’t you hear? Y/n and Neteyam got into an argument earlier.”

“How so?”

“She tried confronting him on their friendship and he threw it in her face!”

“Oh..well she didn’t mention that.”

“Of course not. It’s none of your business.”

“Ok then what’s that got to do with me and embarrassment?”

“She clearly saw something with Neteyam. Lo’ak, don’t do this. Not yet. She just got denied from our own brother, her best friend.”

“Neteyam didn’t mention this either. I spoke to him and he sent me her way. Their dispute must have been nothing but a disagreement you Scknwang”

“Yes well he’s one to put you first. Tsk. You said she smells like a sun and you call me a Sckwang?”

Lo’ak laughed at his ignorance but he couldn’t help but watch Y/n while doing it. She was so good and proud of the clan. She fit right in.

“you like her don’t you?”

“maybe…I-i don’t know.”

“We’ve been friends for so long. We grew up together Lo’ak its natural.”

“Natural? What’s natural about this?”

“This is just a small crush. Right?”

“right.”

*end*

“Y/n! Pandora to Y/n!” (Lo’ak)

“Huh?”

“I thought we lost you!” (Lo’ak)

“Lose me? Tsk never that!”

“You went prettyyyy silent there Y/n” (Kiri)

The sister urged Lo’ak to look at Y/n’s actions when she was about to begin a questionnaire with the young warrior.

“Thinking of someone perhaps? Someone named Neteyam.” (Kiri)

“Kiri that is not your business or worries-“ Y/n spoke silently

“Oh Y/n. I know it’s not but I too can’t understand.” (Kiri)

“Understand what? Keep me involved guys.” (Lo’ak) urged them to finish their sentences urging them to admit whether Y/n still had a crush on Neteyam or not.

“Understand why Neteyam stopped speaking to Y/n.” (Kiri)

“It’s simply a misunderstanding. I don’t feel like talking about it-“

“Well you can’t ignore your frustrations Y/n. It’s only been a couple of months-“ (Kiri)

“Do you like him? Because no offense but I heard he was with uh…ma’eve.”

“Lo’ak you don’t even sound sure of that in your lie.” Kiri could see her brothers jealousy from a distance. She knew Lo’aks small crush was more than Y/n needed..or wanted. Y/n didn’t understand what she needed.

“It’s not a lie! It’s true!”

Lo’ak got up quickly urging the pair to believe him, putting a hang up swearing to it

“True? How could that be true-“ (Kiri)

“Kiri don’t act oblivious now. Mother and father had tried approaching him about a ‘queen’ to the future Olo'eyktan-“

“really?”

Y/n spoke in a low voice but her face didn’t show it. Lo’ak couldn’t tell if she still had feelings. He didn’t know how to read her.

“Yes! Yes and that’s why he’s with her-“ (Lo’ak)

“Oh please-

An eye roll and waved hand came from Kiri pushing past the idea of Ma’eve entering their family

“That girl doesn’t even know the basics of healing or being a warrior OR helping in the clan. She is nothing-“

“All that can be taught! Just like dad-“

“Dad had the patience and determination to work. She isn’t the type to-“

“She cleans before and after dinner!”

“So? Lo’ak she can barely prep a meal! She is not fit to be next in line with Neteyam. Listen we all have our place in the clan as father’s children but at least we know to make our mates valuable.”

“Well it doesn’t matter now! He seems to have made his choice-“

“But not with her!”

Y/n watched as the two siblings argued and she had wished for forgiveness from Eywa. She apologized for all the great warriors and men she sent her way. She apologized for denying them of a relationship or even the idea of them catering to her. All of them and yet she denied them for Neteyam. It was always Neteyam.

“It’s fine guys! Please stop treating me as though i like him or something.”

Kiri could see right through Y/n and her lies. As slick as it came out it was deafening. Lo’ak couldn’t see that. He was too ignorant and too excited to ignore her clear needs to love.

“You’re right Y/n! Completely right.” (Lo’ak)

Y/n laughed at his urgency and she smiled at him brightly.

“I’m serious! You’re beautiful, the strongest warrior, the best healer besides Kiri! You’re perfect and Neteyam is too ignorant to see that.” (Lo’ak)

“He is but we can’t trash his character for that Lo’ak. He’s our brother-“

“Then I shall be allowed to do whatever I please.” (Lo’ak)

“I don’t know about that Lo’ak. He’s still my friend-“ (y/n)

“Friend? Y/n he doesn’t treat you how I treat you- I mean how WE treat you.” (Lo’ak)

“Tsk Lo’ak stop.”

Kiri demanded it. He was trying to feed Y/n’s mind with ill intentions

“Stop why? Because im telling it how it is?”

“No because it’s wrong Lo’ak. He’s our brother. He cares about us and everyone in this clan. He’s far to busy about thinking what’s next. His worries isn’t about a partner Lo’ak.”

“But it is. How else would he find someone to take care of the clan with. All our mates are important.”

“They are but we shall not let our past define us.”

“This is present Kiri.” (Lo’ak)

“Yes well all the pressure he gets is part of both his present and past. He’s just too involved in his own world. We can’t judge him because of it-“

“Correct. Now that’s enough bickering. If he’s focusing on himself it’s only right. We all deserves a mate..” (y/n)

“So..are you looking for your mate-“

“Lo’ak! That’s not your place to ask!” (Kiri)

Y/n laughed softly at his foolishness. She always enjoyed how much Lo’ak was willing to ask and how free he was of responsibilities. He had a way of making people feel better and his jokes were always incredibly funny.

“It’s fine kiri. As of right now I am not looking for a mate. All though I should. I’m only getting older and wiser-“

“That’s true! And perhaps your future mate is right here in this very clan.” (Lo’ak)

“He has to be. Where else would I get a mate?”

“Oh..rightttt”

Kiri eye rolled every chance she got. Her brother always failed to talk to Y/n correctly ever since he’s got this thing for her.

“Time will tell-“ (y/n)

“And people will tell!” (Lo’ak)

“Oh! Lots of people will tell!” (Kiri)

“What do you mean?” (Lo’ak)

“Plenty boys in the clan one way or another see Y/n as a perfect match. She’ll be a person in a heard full of pululkan’s.” (Kiri)

“Plenty of boys yet I haven’t thought of that aspect of my life…settling down. I’m too young.” (Y/n)

“We are all too young for children but a mate is a perfectly great time. It catches you out of nowhere.” (Kiri)

“Right well as Lo’ak said. We’ll see.”

Y/n shrugged off the topic but Lo’ak grew envious at the idea of other boys liking Y/n. He knew of some boys his age liking the older girl. At least for him, Neteyam no longer showed interest and he kept Y/n at a safe distance.

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hi!!! I’m sure no one reads avatar fanfics anymore but I was bored. There’s siblings rivalry here and Y/n definitely likes plenty of qualities Lo’ak has. But is Neteyam truly off her mind?

[neverchecking]

Hi!! I just wanted to say that I love your work and I find your rendition of Sage/Totk Link absolutely AMAZING!!

And this isn’t specifically a request or anything I just wanted to comment

(and idk if this would count as a spoiler for TOTK but just in case I’ll say it: just talking about Link’s home in botw and Totk)

But as much as I love Link’s new home near Tarrey Town…

I MISS MY COTTAGECORE ONE IN HATENO!!!

And this just might be me projecting but I feel like Sage would miss it at times too.

Especially since a certain princess took it over and made it her own home.

And just passing through Hateno and hearing all about how “how this is Princess Zelda’s home” and how there’s literally villagers who will go in and clean the place while Zelda’s gone like?!?!?

Where was this hospitality for Link?!

Honestly I somewhat headcannon that Sage would begin to start avoiding Hateno simply because of how prominent of a figure Zelda became there for the citizens and how all the citizens seem to forget that HE used to own that house, that HE worked hard to but said house and completely fix it up when it was going to be demolished.

I ALSO MISS MY HATENO HOME I LOVED IT SO MUCH THEN I HAD TO USE MY IMAGINATION AND CREATE MY OWN HOME??? wHICH, BTW, COST SO MUCH MORE?!?!?!?

I think that's where a lot of Sage's resentment towards Zelda would come from, if not where it started. Imagine, you wake up with no memories whatsoever, suddenly have an entire kingdom on your shoulders, find out your friends are all dead, forced to rescue this kingdom and save someone who treated like absolute shit, but still manage to find a life for yourself only for her to then take it over.

Idk about yall, but I would be LIVID.

And yk what? Sage is. He is fucking boiling alive with his anger. When he first moved in, to a house that was fucking falling apart mind you, the villagers of Hateno all avoided him. None of them, save for Bolson and his company, offered their help. Bolson's help came at a price too, so he barely even counted that.

But here's this brat with the palm in her hand, getting all the credit for something he did. He fought Ganon. He saved her pathetic life. He did it all. When he finds out that the Mayor's wife is personally seeing to it that his home is being kept clean for her?! He has to leave the village and find a monster camp to cool down.

He probably only goes to Hateno for Cece. Bc we love Cece here. She did as all a favor with that Hylian hood (Iykyk). Or milk up at the farm as the farmer's family also love Link. They probably don't care too much for Zelda as she's all about modern this and technology that, while Link is much more comfortable with the slow life.

The only good thing is that now, he can let Reader design their dream home! A place with no memories of Zelda, or the Champions (The bitch took his picture too), just him and Reader, and the family they'll build there. :)

[just-a-ghost00]

Crush series - Compatibility test : your kinks vs their kinks (18+)

Minors do not interact.

Group 1

For you my group 1 I intuitively channeled the song Alibi as I picked your picture on Pinterest. Maybe some of you have struggled with intimacy in the past and/or were surrounded by abusive people. You may have struggled with finding beauty in yourself, feeling cared for and valued, setting boundaries. If that is your case, first of all I am sorry that you had to go through all of this. Second of all, then this could be a confirmation you picked the right group.

Your kinks - The World, The Hierophant, The High Priestess

You like to be adored, to be put on a pedestal. In the ideal version of how your sexual life should be, you want to feel powerful and in control of what is going on in the bedroom. You would rather keep your sexual life private. So exhibitionism or sharing your intimate moments online are definitely out of the equation. You want to feel safe and nurtured. But most importantly you want to see in your person's eyes that not only are you important to them but you are their world. You want your partners to keep their eyes on you and treat you as a goddess. You want to be pampered, to be praised, to be venerated. You like to be courted. Your kinks involve being fully clothed or wearing expensive outfits and jewelry. Things that your partner would have provided for you. You likely want to be on top physically or feel like you are on top of things. You want your partner to answer your every request. You would definitely instore a safe word. Also, some of you may be reliigious. So you would want your partner to keep their distances until marriage/commitment. You want to be romanced, wined and dined. You want your partner to be respectful of your boundaries and also adaptable. You would best be compatible with someone that is open minded, that likes to explore new things in the bed room and shares your values and desires. You would want your partner to read you like a book. Some of you may enjoy travel sex, car sex.

Their kinks - 3 of swords, 9 of swords, The Emperor

I think it is safe to say that this person's priority wouldn't be their partner's pleasure. They don't like giving up control. They want to possess and to dominate. This person is into BDSM, fast and rough sex, mind games, dirty talking. They honestly enjoy torture. They would probably overstimulate their partner or keep going even if the person was exhausted and couldn't handle it anymore... They care about their own pleasure more than that of others. They are a taker. They are an abuser. I don't know how to put it any other way. They enjoy mental anguish. They would enjoy keeping people guessing, flirting through texts or phone calls. They are the type to take their partner by surprise or in their sleep. They litterally view their partner as a toy. Do I need to elaborate or you get the picture? I really don't like this person's energy. I can't think of any positive thing to say about their kinks.

Compatibility test result : 0%, this person would make you so unhappy and you deserve better than that.

Group 2

Since I had picked up intuitively on songs for the other two groups, I asked my guides to point me toward a song that could be relevant to you. Punching bag is a song that expresses the tiredness and frustration we may feel when the people surrounding them aren't being mindful of their words and actions, when they are either subcounsciously or consciously walking over us and disrespecting our boundaries, when they are being harsh on us and belittle or bring us down. If that is something you relate to, then this is your sign you picked the right group.

Your Kinks - Ace of swords, 2 of swords, Emperor

Communication and spiritual/mental connection are major factors in your relationships. Your ideal version of intimacy involves words of affirmation, praising, dirty talk, mental stimulation. Foreplay matters to you more than the actual act. You are the type of person that enjoys sexting, teasing phone calls and possibly sending nudes to your partner. For you, sex must be aerial, lighhearted and make you feel like you are touching the sky. You enjoy trying risky positions or positions that are somewhat artistic, that need a good balance. You also enjoy switching roles and positions, though you prefer to be in control. You enjoy giving and receiving oral. You have a fascination for the genital area and this is likely to be the part of the body you would be focusing on the most or would like for your partner to focus on. Breathplay could also be a thing you're into. The throat and the mouth seem to be significant to you. Those could be erogenous zones you enjoy teasing or being teased. Hickeys also. You may like to leave marks on your person's body and have them leave marks on yours that show who you belong to. You could tend to be a bit possessive and jealous. For you, sex could be a way to keep the upper hand in a relationship. If you are the type to be rather submissive in your daily life, you tend to balance that out by being more controling and demanding in the bed room. You are the embodiment of the saying "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets". You could like mind games to some extent. You could also be into blindfolds. You may prefer a partner that is a bit dominant and challenges you for power without being forceful about it.

Their kinks - Page of cups, 7 of cups, Knight of wands

Your crush is a major giver and a romantic at heart. Nothing to them matters more than feeling a deep and meaningful emotional connection with their partner. To them, sex is first and formost an demonstration of love. Thus, their main priority is for their partner to enjoy the experience as much as possible and to feel cared for in their arms. They are quite the charmer. They ally a good mixture of cockiness and gentleness that makes intimate moments feel like a moment of bliss. This person has a thing for fluids of all kinds. Obviously, that includes saliva, semen, even sweat. They could be into shower/bath/jacuzzi/beach sex. This person could also enjoy having a bit of liquid courage before doing the deed. When they are sober, they may be extremely shy so getting a little buzzed could help them channel their inner fire. I don't see this person getting drunk to the point of not being conscious and forgetting it all afterwards. On the contrary, they want to remember every single detail. They also enjoy their partner being vulnerable and emotional. One of their kinks could be to be intimate with virgins or people that are younger than them. They like the "damsel in distress" type of people. People that seem very innocent and submissive. They tend to be more of the dominant type but they would definitely be willing to hand over some control if that makes their partner happy. If they're dominant, they're a soft dom. They like passionate sex that makes them lose their breath and be all sweaty. This person tends to get a bit hasty when they are aroused. They could be the type to whine or moan, maybe even cry of happiness at how good they feel with their partner.

Compatibility test results : 80 to 95%, this person would want to put you first no matter what, they feel genuine and communicative but they maybe wouldn't be as mentally and verbally stimulating as you wish.

Group 3

I have no idea why but upon seeing the picture I picked for you on Pinterest, I immediately thought of The Grinch lmao That might be one of your favorite animated movies or your crush's favorite. Definitely tell me in the comments if that is your case!

Your kinks - 2 of pentacles, 6 of wands, 9 of cups

You enjoy having to work for it. But you also like when your partner is being encouraging and reassures you. You're into praises and pet names. You enjoy switching roles and positions. You are fine with being both dominant and submissive. You're a bit of an adventurer when it comes to intimacy. You are curious and daring. Foreplay is definitely a thing that turns you on. You also like to feel a bit foggy or dreamy during sex. So maybe you could enjoy getting drunk with your partner before. You want to feel emotionally connected to your partner. You're into body fluids as well as water or other liquids. You may enjoy a partner that's a bit resistant, that doesn't show affection easily in their daily life but would be vulnerable only with you, in the most intimate moments. You like to get under your person's skin. 69 might be a position you enjoy. Missionary as well. You might enjoy to be woken up with sex in the middle of the night or to have sex when you've just woke up. You could be into tantra and other sensual practices that could help you connect with your partner through dreams. You enjoy fantasizing about your partner more than you enjoy being intimate with them. The waiting phase or the uncertainty before the moment is something that turns you on. You may be into orgasm denial. You may also like to go back and forth for several rounds until you are sleepy. I feel like you would go with whatever your partner wants as long as they are pleased with you and the connection.

Their kinks - knight of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, King of pentacles

Your crush is both a taker and a giver but they lean more on the giver type. They are quite reserved and uptight but when it comes to intimacy they go all out. To them sex is essential to a relationship for it to be prosperous. They give it a lot of care and importance. They view it as a duty and an honor. They take this responsibility very seriously. They tend to take their time and increase intensity gradually. They enjoy sex that is deep and rich, very earthy and sensual. For it is a grounding step in a couple's life. They may enjoy riding, whether they are the one on top or their partner is. They may have a breeding kink. They are not very communicative during sex. They envision sex as a dialogue between two bodies. Touch is really important to them. Through touch they express their satisfaction, their passion, their needs. They have a tough exterior that is hard to break but once you get under their skin they give you their all. Their arousal would mainly be seen in their eyes, through their fast movements or the tension in their body. They are the type to grunt, to grab and hold on tightly to the sheets or the bed. They want their partner to do the same. They enjoy positions that are stable and simple but efficient. So they are not the type to try out super flexible positions, though they could definitely carry you around without any problem. They enjoy chair sex, desk sex, work sex. Also travel sex, car sex. They could enjoy outdoors sex. They definitely are a hard worker but they also like to make their partner work for their attention.

Compatibility test results : 75 to 80 %, I feel like this person would satisfy you to some extent and make you feel safe but they seem a bit too rigid and old school for the curious spirit that you are, also they maybe wouldn't be able to provide as much emotional satisfaction as you need.

[dixons-sunshine]

Good Boy | Were!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Finally being cleared to go out on runs again, Daryl took you with him to go explore an abandoned warehouse. There, the two of you stumbled across something that had you saying werewolf puns left and right, much to Daryl’s chagrin.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Alexandria, no arc in particular.

Warnings: Swearing, slight insinuation towards sexual themes near the end.

Word count: 2.2k.

A/N: Okay, so my original intention for week one of @lazyneonrabbitt’s Halloween challenge was to introduce my OC I made specifically for were!Daryl, but I completely scrapped the idea I had and it’s gonna take me a while to rewrite it. In the mean time, here’s this to get my foot in the door with writing for this popular AU. I hope y’all like this!

“Woah, girl. Hold yer horses. We dun’ know what could be waitin’ for us in there.” Despite his words, Daryl could not help the small chuckle that reverberated in his chest at your clear-as-day giddiness. You had not over exaggerated your need to get out of the community. Two weeks of mandatory bed rest due to your sprained ankle and you were antsy and rearing to go, to do something other than be confined to the walls of your home.

You laughed lightly at the archer’s concern, but complied with his request nonetheless. You slowed your pace and allowed for him to catch up to you, although you knew that he could easily outrun you if he truly wanted to. “Sorry,” you apologized halfheartedly.

Truth be told, you did not completely mean your apology. If there truly were any dangers lurking beyond the doors of the warehouse the two of you were about to enter, Daryl’s keen, heightened senses would have instantly alerted him and he would not have been as lighthearted and lenient as he had been up until that point. Sometimes you truly cherished the fact that you had a werewolf as a boyfriend—well, partner. Daryl was not particularly fond of the ‘b’ word.

With a shake of his head, Daryl chuckled at you. “S’alright. Jus’ stick real close to me, yeah? Dun’ want nothin’ happenin’ to ya. I dun’ trust myself enough to say for sure that there ain’t nothin’ behind this door without makin’ sure first.”

“Okay,” you said with a nod. You remained silent whilst he banged on the metal of the door, a routine you knew all too well at that point. After about two minutes of silence, and no walkers came to inspect the noise Daryl had caused, you stepped forward and lightly nudged his shoulder, a small smile on your face. “You should really learn to trust yourself more, Dar. When was the last time your senses lied to you?”

Daryl opened his mouth to protest, but he realized that what you said rung true. When he picked up on something, he was always right. His supernaturally heightened senses had rarely failed him back before the world ended, and it had not failed him once since the dead had started to rise. However, he was a stubborn man, so he refused to accept the truth that lingered in your words.

“Jus’ humour me sometimes, alright? I jus’ wanna make sure ya stay safe, Sweetheart,” he replied, his tone of voice sincere and filled with love.

Your heart practically melted at his soft admission. You stepped forward and gently took his face into your hands, making him look at you. “You’re too sweet for your own good sometimes, Dar,” you told him softly, giggling lightly as you noticed the crimson colour that had begun to spread across his cheeks. “I’m not gonna say I can take care of myself because I know that’s not going to change how protective you are, but…”

Daryl’s lips twitched up into a small smile as he saw the mischief that sparkled in your eyes. He knew exactly why you had not finished that sentence. If you had, you would have contradicted what you had just told him. “But ya can take care’a yerself,” he finished for you with a light chuckle, his pointed canines on full display.

You smiled at him. You gently patted his cheek before taking a step back, withdrawing your hunting knife—a gift from Daryl—and holding it at the ready. “Damn straight,” you told him confidently, your heart skipping a beat at the lighthearted laugh you managed to coax from Daryl at your confident demeanour. “Now come on. Let’s see what we can find.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Daryl replied, his cerulean eyes sparkling as he looked at you. He adjusted his grip on his crossbow, ensuring that the weapon could be fired at a moment’s notice, before finally opening the door to the warehouse.

The two of you stepped into the abandoned building, your prior camaraderie fading as the seriousness of the situation took root inside your minds instead. You could hear the faint drip of water droplets descending to the floor somewhere within the building, and the chill of the wind outside blew through the broken windows, making the warehouse colder than it needed to be. However, as you continued to explore the area, you noted that there truly were no walkers around, and no other dangers had made themselves known yet, so you were certain that the building was secure. Still, even with that knowledge, you kept your guard up, your eyes searching the place nonetheless.

After about ten minutes of silence, where you and Daryl had just been busy exploring and ensuring that the warehouse truly was safe, the archer spoke up. “Place seems secure.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. However, you could not help the satisfied smirk that painted your features. “Would you look at that? I was right. Your senses didn’t fail you.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Jus’ rub it i—”

Before Daryl could finish his sentence, a loud bang could be heard. Whipping around with his crossbow raised, he could see that the source of the deafening noise had been caused because a few metal pipes had fallen from their place against the wall. However, what had caused that to happen in the first place, he did not know. All he did know was that he smelled something he had not smelled outside of the community in a long time. He had to be wrong, though. There was no way he could be right about that.

With his finger raised to his lips, a silent insinuation for you to be quiet, he trudged forward to investigate. You followed closely behind him, your knife raised in case you would need it. However, you soon realized that what had happened was not caused by an enemy. In fact, it had been caused by a poor, unsuspecting creature.

You heard it before you saw it. The pained whimpers reached your ears before you laid eyes on the small, injured creature, making you grasp Daryl’s wrist in your hand to stop him before his finger curled around the trigger of his beloved crossbow. “Stop!” you exclaimed hurriedly, instantly regretting your loud tone of voice when Daryl flinched at it. You had momentarily forgotten about his heightened hearing. “Sorry,” you apologized sincerely, sheathing your knife into its holster. “Just... look.”

You moved forward and crouched down in front of the metal pipes, and slowly began picking them up and moving them aside. Slowly but surely, you began to see brown fur, closely followed by a white paw, and then another. Soon, you could see a pair of the cutest dark brown eyes staring up at you, and you could not help the gasp of surprise that left you.

“Hi, baby,” you cooed to it and extended your hand towards it—a small, brown dachshund dog.

The dog slowly began wagging its tail, lifting its head slightly to nudge its nose against your hand, getting familiar with your scent. When it noticed you were not a threat, it began to crawl its body towards you, but stopped and let out a whimper at the exertion.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you picked it up. With a quick look down, you noted that the dog was a boy. “It’s okay, boy. I got you. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna take really good care of you, okay?” The dog simply looked up at you with his adorable brown eyes, and it made you smile. “You’re just too precious, sweetheart.”

Daryl smiled softly at the sight in front of him. He lowered his crossbow and took a step forward, but stopped when the dog looked at him and began barking. The archer rolled his eyes at that. He was not surprised. That was generally the reaction he always got whenever he encountered a new dog. Thankfully, he knew how to take care of it.

Daryl walked up next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. He looked down at the dog and let out a low growl, his eyes momentarily flashing an orange colour, before fading back into its usual blue. The dog whined and lowered his head, his barks quieting down. The archer slowly lifted his hand and extended it towards the dog, and when the dog made no protest, he slowly began scratching him behind his ears.

Your giggles soon reached Daryl’s ears. Looking at you, his eyebrows raised questioningly. “What’s so funny?” he inquired, his eyes darting over your face.

You shook your head. “Nothing. I just never took you for a dog person, Daryl.”

Daryl scoffed and took a step back, his eyes narrowed into a glare as he looked at you, but there was no real heat behind his eyes. “Ya think yer hilarious, don’tcha?”

“Oh, I know I’m hilarious,” you replied with a quiet giggle. “I’m just saying, though. Should I be scared that you’re gonna get into a tug-of-war battle with him once I find him some toys?”

Daryl glared at you, but he could not help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. He decided not to comment on the fact that you had decided to keep the dog without even asking for his input, but he did not really mind. He would have said yes anyways. Anything to ensure your happiness. “Nice,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. Opting to change the topic, he continued. “C’mon, let’s go. Ain’t nothin’ here ‘cept dust and some metal. We should pro’ly head back.” He mainly said that because he knew that your mind would be occupied with the small dog instead of looking around the warehouse, so his safest bet was to get you home. He turned around and began making his way towards the exit.

Adjusting the small daschund in your arms, you jogged slightly to keep up with your partner’s long strides. You thanked your lucky stars that you and Daryl had opted to take a truck instead of his bike, because that made it so much easier to get the dog home with you. “Does this mean that he’s a part of your pack now?”

Rolling his eyes, he opened the door to the back of the truck and took the dog from you, placing him into the backseat. “He’s a dog, m’a werewolf. We’re not the same.”

You nodded at his words. “Okay,” you responded. When Daryl turned around, you smirked to yourself and reached down, picking up a stick. “Hey, Babe?” When Daryl turned around, you threw the stick to the side. You smiled at the way he perked up, his eyes following the stick, clearly wanting to chase it.

However, he refrained himself from doing so, and instead shut his eyes at the fact that he had been caught. “Yer on thin ice, woman,” he grumbled.

You laughed and stepped forward, gently cupping his cheek in your hand. His eyes opened and he stared at you, his gaze softening considerably. “There’s no need to be ashamed about your more dog-like tendencies, Dar. I find them endearing. Plus, I think it’s adorable when you glare at a squirrel or you have to refrain yourself from doing things like that.” For added emphasis, you gestured towards the stick you had thrown a few moments prior. “I think those things perfectly balance out your ‘scarier’, stronger qualities. I love everything about you. Everything about you makes my heart howl with joy.”

Daryl rolled his eyes, but he could not help the smile that spread across his face. “Thanks,” he mumbled, closing his eyes at the feeling of your hand slipping into his hair, scratching at his scalp right behind his ear, and he leaned into your touch. However, he soon realized what you had done, and he stepped back and sent you a playful glare, a small smile on his face. “Okay, yer a bitch for that one.”

You laughed and leaned in to give him a quick kiss, before pulling back. “I’m sorry. That one was just too good to pass up.” You stepped back and smiled at him. “Come on, let’s go. You did good today, and every good boy deserves a treat.”

Daryl deliberately ignored that last dog pun, instead focusing on the insinuation behind your words. Within seconds, thanks to his supernaturally enhanced speed, he was situated within the truck, looking at you through the open window expectantly. “Ya jus’ gon’ stand there and look pretty or are ya comin’?”

You giggled and made your way over to the passenger side, clambering in to the vehicle before shutting the door behind you. Daryl started the truck and pulled away from the warehouse, beginning the drive back to Alexandria. You glanced back and noticed that the dog you had found had curled up into the seat, his breathing steady as he slept, and you smiled at the sight. “Is that what our kids are gonna look like in the future?”

Daryl glanced at you, his heart swelling at the knowledge that you had thought of having kids with him. “Yeah, somethin’ like that. They come out human, though. They shift on their first birthday if they carry the lycanthropy gene.”

“Well, if that’s the case, I can’t wait until we have our own litter of puppies.”

“I walked head first into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yes. Yes, you did.”

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Mirage X Reader - Falling

Description (This was a request but it got sent to my PMs instead of my inbox by accident): When Alison Moyet's song Falling comes on the radio, Mirage is forced to think about you and his feelings towards you.

A/N – Yep, so another Mirage one for all of you desperately waiting for the film to come out on a good pirating site in top quality.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

You stood at the sink washing dishes, a tune on your lips that you mumbled quietly to yourself, only half singing with your mind on other things like lost loves, failed relationships, and someone new in your life; Mirage.

“She said something like, I’m tired of me,” You sang Alison Moyet’s ‘Falling’, and then transitioned to whistling part more of the tune which had only come out a year prior.

Then, without the radio to follow, you reset to an earlier part of the tune, singing whichever little bits came to mind.

Little did you know, Mirage was spying on you, trying his best to imitate the stealthy way Arcee moved. Alas, subtlety wasn’t Mirage’s strong suit and he had already knocked over a row of garbage cans, and crushed some kid’s bike; he could only hope the bike wouldn’t be missed. Fortunately, among the usual noise and squalor of New York, nobody had cared about the sound or come out to explore.

Mirage wasn’t trying to be a creep by observing you. He just wanted to know more about your life and what you did. It seemed that in your day-to-day routine, you were obsessed with music. Bumblebee had already introduced Mirage to the concept of human music which was vastly different from the stuff that used to exist on Cybertron and Mirage liked it.

It was different from what he was used to for sure, but there were some songs he just couldn’t resist. The Twisted Sister song ‘We’re Not Gonna Take It,’ seemed to be a great Frag You to any Decepticon scum that attempted battle with him. And there was that one Bumblebee had introduced to him, ‘I Can’t Drive 55’, by that Sammy Hager fella. That was great, but Mirage was more than capable of beating that set speed and regularly did so when he wanted to bait the local authorities into a fun chase.

Still, he wasn’t sure he saw the appeal of this song. It sounded happy and sad at the same time, and he couldn’t decide which it was supposed to be with its New Wave vibe. Was it about falling, like it said? Falling for what? Mirage wasn’t sure, but you seemed to enjoy it. You hummed it quite a lot when you were thinking; he wasn’t sure you realised that you did that. It was one of the things he liked about you. It felt like you were letting your guard down when you hummed along to half a tune, and he enjoyed that you could feel so relaxed around him and the other Autobots.

Mirage might have called on you that night to ask you out on a drive; he liked your company. Alas, he got a message from Optimus telling him to return for the evening so they might meet the humans that Noah had been found by. Apparently, the new humans wished to discuss the possibility of an alliance with the Autobots.

Either way, Optimus’ message ended with, “Return to the rendezvous immediately.”

“Mirage, return,” Mirage mocked, impersonating Optimus. “Mirage, meet the humans. Mirage, I choose you.”

“Did I ask for your backtalk?” Optimus’ gravelly voice came through the radio.

“Scrap!” Mirage hurried to end the communication, having not realised that the line was still open when he had been joking around.

He transformed and raced off to the rendezvous point, any thoughts of you temporarily forgotten.

The next night, the Autobots stood in a unified line as they stared at their new base, a fully functional warehouse, with technology that they could use, even if it was primitive Earth tech.

“Optimus, can we trust these humans?” Arcee asked, her optics never leaving the building.

“We must try, Arcee. I see now that we have spent too much time working only for ourselves when we should have been working together.”

“Any way you want it, that’s the way you need it,” Bumblebee played from his speakers, using Journey’s immortalised words to convey his point.

Arcee looked past Optimus to catch a glimpse of Mirage, “You’ve been awfully quiet, Mirage. Thoughts?”

Mirage marched himself in front of the trio, clapping his servos together as he began his speech, “Well, I mean, clearly there’s a lot to think about here. There are the new humans we know, we have to check the place for bugs, and of course, there’s the most important matter of all-” He took a few slow steps backwards, “- who gets the biggest room. I call dibs!”

With that Mirage spun on his heel and pelted towards the base. Bumblebee, unwilling to let Mirage have all the fun joined in the race and chased after his ally, though when he had just about caught up, Mirage jumped backwards, crashing into Bumblebee and knocking him over. Before he could sprint off again, Bumblebee grabbed Mirage’s ankle and the two began brawling on the floor.

Optimus walked past the wrestling bots with dignity befitting his position and a dismayed shake of his head.

Arcee took a few steps closer to her allies, resting her servo on her hip as she took in the show.

‘Scouts will be scouts,’ She thought mirthfully.

Eventually, the competition was over, with Bumblebee the clear victor, and after sitting on top of Mirage for ten minutes, he finally let him get up, but only after Mirage admitted that Bumblebee was the best Autobot and the supreme Earth expert.

After that, they raced through the base, checking out every nook and cranny, and wondering which exits they could exploit and sneak out of, should Optimus try to ground them from the drive-in again.

Eventually, Bumblebee and Mirage settled down, each picking out a portion of the warehouse that was just for them. All rooms had been modified with individual entrances so they could come and go as they pleased. Mirage had even been hooked up with some sweet racing posters. He set about decorating the room to his liking, letting his internal radio play as he did so. After switching channels, he stumbled across the song you liked so much.

Curiously, he let it play, trying to really listen to what the lyrics meant.

She said something like I want to go Down where the river's wild He said take me then I want to drown Deep in your violent eyes

Deep in your violent eyes? Was it a love song? If it was, it was the strangest one he had heard before.

He continued listening.

But I want to be sure of one thing That I'm getting into something peaceful I want to fly in on your wing Way, way up here I don't care for anything It's all in, and I'm not afraid I don't fear Falling

There was no doubt about it. The song was indeed about falling in love.

Mirage felt a sharp prick of indignation. Were you in love with someone? He had to assume so, considering that you didn’t seem to sing anything else. It was always this song. Who were you in love with, and why did he care so much?

He wasn’t sure, but the idea of you with someone else made Mirage’s engines rev and his face contort disgustedly. You were his buddy, his pal, his partner in crime. Why did you need some stupid, boring human, when you could hang out with him? Speaking of which, when was the last time the two of you had hung out of late? You hadn’t been together much since he’d been repaired. Well, with his room claimed and little else to do, Mirage decided that tonight was as good as any to get in some bonding time.

He transformed, revving his engine loudly as he waited for the automatic garage door to open for him. His wheels spun on the spot in a move that would have burned rubber on any ordinary car. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door opened enough for him to slip through and he sped off, ignoring every speed limit he came across; if Prime gave him the third degree about laying low later, he would claim ignorance and take whatever punishment he was given.

When Mirage got to your house, he honked his horn loudly, waiting for you to open your window and see him. He couldn’t transform into his root-mode while a few seedy humans lingered about, so he had to wait for you to get to him… presuming you weren’t with someone lame, like a crush you hadn’t mentioned.

At the commotion, you poked your head out of the window, grinning when you saw Mirage. You held up two fingers, indicating that you would be two minutes and then hastily got changed from your pyjamas back into your day clothes. Grabbing your keys, you ran outside and climbed into Mirage’s passenger seat, buckling up in case he decided to take off before speaking as he was prone to do; buckling up was indeed a wise choice as Mirage took speedily to the streets.

“So,” You asked casually, “Business or pleasure?”

“Have you ever seen me do business? Business is for the big guy, you know, never smiles, never shows me that underbite, the big OP,” Mirage sassed you.

“I dunno, you seemed pretty business when you fought Scourge for me.”

“For you? No, no, no, I was fighting Scourge just for the sake of being the tri-planet champion.”

“Tri-planet champion?” You repeated incredulously. “You only fought him on Earth.”

“Yeah, but he’s from Galvatron, the living freaking planet. He fought on the Maximals’ planet, and he came here. Count ‘em – One, two, three. So, I digress, Tri-planet Champion.”

“Well, technically Noah was the one to face off with him, so-”

“Yeah, while he was inside me.”

“Okay, but Optimus was the one who took him offline.”

“Look, Optimus is always gonna be the champion of frowning and hard stares, a class I can’t compete in, so this is my thing.”

“All right,” You held up your hands in mock defeat. “You’re the champion.”

“Damn straight.”

“…Is the Champion going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nowhere. Everywhere, Anywhere the road takes us. Just sit back and relax. We could listen to some music,” Mirage suggested innocently, his hidden agenda on his processor.

“Sure, then I can be the champion of karaoke,” You bragged.

“Against my voice? In your dreams.”

“Oh, so you can fight, race, and sing? Triple threat.”

Mirage laughed and turned on his radio. He let a few songs play, letting you sing along while he distractedly kept his inner workings tuned on finding the Alison Moyet hit. It would likely play soon, considering its popularity.

After a few good tunes, Mirage managed to find the song and he switched channels.

“Oh hey, I’ve heard this one before,” He said nonchalantly, “This is that sappy love song, right?“

“I don’t think it’s that sappy,” You defended with a smile.

“Oh yeah? Why? Does it make you think of someone special or something?”

You imagined how easy it would be to tell Mirage the the ‘someone special’ was him; as it turned out, it wouldn’t be easy at all. You clamped your mouth shut, a blush peppering your cheeks.

“So there is someone!” Mirage said all too accusingly. “You won’t be needing me anymore then, when this new person comes into your life.”

“You sound angry.”

“No I don’t!” Mirage replied huffily, proving your point. “You know what? I don’t think I like this song after all.”

He turned the radio off and the two of you sat in awkward silence. He kept on driving, slamming down on the accelerator. There was a lot of noise from honking cars as he sped in and out of their way.

“Just tell me who it is!” Mirage demanded petulantly when the silence finally got to him. “Is it Noah? He’s probably your type, right?”

“Why do you care?” You asked, annoyed and upset by the turn of events from nice drive to speedy interrogation.

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you asking so many questions?”

“I just feel I deserve to know who it is.”

“NO YOU DON’T!” You yelled back. “THEY’RE MY FEELINGS”

“AND I’M YOUR FRIEND,” Mirage countered as if that ought to give him the right to know everything you thought.

“This is so stupid,” You breathed, shaking your head.

“Come on!” Mirage insisted. “Tell me!”

“No.”

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me-”

Against Mirage’s frustrating onslaught, you finally yelled, “IT’S YOU!”

Mirage slammed hard on the breaks and you lurched forward, hissing as the seatbelt bit painfully into your collar bone. Fortunately, you were in an area with no cars on the road, having got off the interstate some time ago.

“What?” Mirage asked.

“It’s nothing, just… take me home, please,” You begged, scared now that you had said too much.

“You like me? Like romantically? You like me romantically? You romantically like me?”

“You done with the combinations?” You said bitterly.

“But I’m- I’m an alien.”

“Yeah,” You threw your hands up. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. Now will you please take me home?”

Mirage transformed his arm, pulling you out of his chassis as the rest of his body followed suit. From his palm, you looked down to the floor, wondering whether it would be better to jump and get a concussion rather than have the embarrassing conversation that was about to follow.

“I don’t get it,” Mirage said, staring at you as if you were a complicated mathematics problem.

“I know,” You said, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself as if it might protect you from the sorrow you were feeling.

“No, but like, I really don’t get it. I thought you were just a friend, and kind of cool but I think- I think I feel the same way, maybe?”

You watched Mirage guardedly, unsure as to why he was asking you when it was his feelings that were scrambled.

“Look, Mirage, you don’t have to pity me, okay? Please don’t test yourself on me. I know I’m not what you’d look for and-”

Mirage pressed his lips against yours then hastily pulled away. You stared at him, too scared to speak.

He nodded to himself, pecked your lips again, and then vented a quick puff of air from his systems.

“Yeah, yep, yes,” He stammered. “That- That was a feeling. A-ha. Yeah, so I just found out I have a thing for you too.”

“You serious?” You asked, making sure that Mirage was alright as he stumbled through a barrage of new feelings.

“Yeah, I uh- I get the song now. Still don’t love it, but I get it.”

“Seriously? You’re still thinking about the song?”

“Hey, I’m thinking about a lot of things at once here (Y/N), mostly how I’m going to explain this to Prime later, a little bit about how this is going to work, and yeah, the song slipped in there. Frankly, I think we need to get you more into Bon Jovi, but I guess this could be our song or whatever.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “This was not how I pictured any of this going.”

“Yeah,” Mirage nodded, pacing back and forth, the motion rocking you on his palm, “But at least we got a song, right? Most new couples got nothing.”

Despite your tiredness, you couldn’t help smiling at his straightforward manner of thinking, “Sure, Mirage. At least we have a song.”

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Don’t Trust Him. (Wally Clark x Reader)

Summary: With Rhonda, Charlie and Wally trapped in the fallout shelter, Y/N is their only way out.

Word Count: 2,727

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings - Violence, Swearing?

A/N - So I know technically the ghosts don’t bleed but I felt like it was slightly better in this situation if they did so let’s just pretend they do. I also apologise for how rushed this is, I really just wanted to get something posted.

Before I died, my knowledge of ghosts was based on what I’d seen in movies. Completely fictional. Turns out there is no way of communicating with the  living, nor any way of possession or torment. Not even a way of leaving the place you died. Unless you’re the exception. Which in my case, turns out I am the exception. It’s funny, in life I was very much average, no different from the other thousands of kids attending Split River High. Though in death, I’m powerful. Able to leave the place that the others are stuck, able to speak with the living if only for short periods of time. Mr Martin tells me I’m a vessel. That I should be careful because other ghosts may attempt to take advantage of my unique skills. However, I haven’t had any issues so far. In fact, I’ve done my best to help those trapped here to heal old wounds. Allowing them to forgive.

I’ve been here since 2007, over a decade and yet I’m still the newest ghost. Rhonda died in the sixties, Dawn the seventies, Wally the eighties and Charlie the nineties. Not that I mind, as much as we’re a weird bunch, we’re friends. Hell, I consider them family at this point as we have done nothing but support one another since dying. Wally even more so. He made a point of helping me get settled when I died. Sticking by me through all my meltdowns and the struggles I faced when coming to terms with the powers that I held. It’s safe to say we grew close.

So close in fact, that we’ve been dating for the past seven years. Contrary to popular belief, Wally is fairly shy and so it did take a good few years before either of us dared to confess our feelings. I can’t complain though, we’d been going to homecoming together for years at that point and as we lay on the field gazing up at the stars, he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. What followed was a pretty eventful night fuelled by passion and desire. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Which brings me to the present day, returning from my trip to the grocery store, I wander aimlessly around the hallways. Hoping to find Rhonda, Charlie and Wally, however, they are nowhere to be found. I must admit, the empty hallways are pretty eerie, with Dawn gone the air feels heavier. She brought a certain lightness to the school that can’t be replaced.

Entering the basement, I find myself swinging the shopping bag slightly. Attempting to give myself a confidence boost by acting as though it’s a happy, cheery place to be. Despite residing here for all the years, I’ve never once found myself in the basement, so as much as I am creeped out, I do use this opportunity to be nosy and explore everything on the shelves. Nothing peaks my interest though. Dusty old paint pots and garden tools aren’t exactly my idea of entertainment.

At that moment I begin to hear yells and shouts for help. My head spins in the direction it’s coming from and only then do I notice the huge metal door tucked into the wall. Hesitantly stepping towards it, the shouts get louder, pleading for help. The voices sounding very familiar to those of my friends.

“Wally?” I ask, feet pushing me towards the door a lot faster as I realize who is yelling. “Rhonda? Charlie? Is that you?”

Pushing on the door, I try to move the latch but for whatever reason it is completely sealed shut. No movement whatsoever. It doesn’t matter which way I attempt to pull or twist, the latch isn’t budging. My brows furrow in confusion as I try to work out how this could have happened. The door is old but not old enough to become so stuck that it is impossible to open.

“Y/N!” Wally calls out, relief evident in his voice. “Y/N, we’re completely stuck, the back hatch is locked too.”

“It’s okay. I’m here, I’ll get you out.” I tell them, still pulling on the door, though my eyes shift around the room, hoping to find a crowbar or any sort of object that may help me.

“Y/N, be careful! You can’t trust him!” Rhonda shouts, her voice panicked, the first time I’ve heard her sound genuinely scared.

“Trust who?”

Before my question is answered, the basement door swings open and I see a shadow looming over me at the top of the stairs. The shopping bag slips from my hand, glass bottles smashing against the floor as I realize who Rhonda was warning me about. Mr Martin’s friendly demeanor is gone, appearing menacing and dangerous as he makes eye contact with me. Shuffling backwards slightly, I keep my eyes on him. Trying to calculate his next move.

“Y/N, do you remember our little chat?” Mr Martin asks, slowly descending the stairs with his hands clasped together, truly looking like a villain.

“I’m not sure which chat you’re talking about, but I’m sure you’re going to enlighten me.”

Each step Mr Martin takes towards me, I take a step back, putting as much space between us as I possibly can. Unable to contain it, I feel my body trembling, the sounds of my friends pounding on the door simply heightens my nerves. Their shouts fill me with dread and I do my best to remain calm, to remain observant. Mr Martin feels like a predator, stalking me as if I’m prey. Was he always like this? Were we all fooled by his supportive teacher act?

“A short while ago, I talked to you about your uniqueness.” He starts, throwing a sharp glare towards the metal door that my friends are trapped behind. “You told me that you wouldn’t use your gifts to benefit others. Clearly you are not a girl of your word.”

He talks slowly, I’m assuming to get some sort of reaction out of me. If I react on impulse, he is in control. I can’t let that happen. If he gains control of this situation, there is no way I can help Wally and Rhonda and Charlie.

“I don’t think I’ve really used it to benefit anyone other than myself.”

“Peach iced tea. Is that not Rhonda’s favorite beverage? Plus, I know for a fact that pack of jelly doughnuts is for Wally.” Mr Martin points out, reaching down to the shopping bag on the floor and rummaging through it to see its contents.

“If I’m going to the store, I’m going to pick up their favorite things. That’s called being a decent person.” I respond, feeling my back touch the shelves that line the walls as I continue to step away from Mr Martin. “They’ve been stuck here long enough, they deserve good things.”

He smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes and ultimately feels incredibly forced. Continuing to make his way towards me, I know he thinks he has me cornered. He thinks I am trapped in the room with him. Little does he know he has made one major mistake. If there is one thing about me, it is that I am insanely loyal and I will do whatever it takes to protect the people I care about. Right now, those people are trapped behind that stupid metal door, and there is nothing I won’t do to get them out.

“You know Mr Martin, I think you’re just jealous.”

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing?” Wally shouts, the banging on the door becoming more frequent as I sense he is becoming increasingly more panicked.

“Jealous?” Mr Martin questions, an expression of confusion on his face as he obviously didn’t expect me to steer the conversation in this direction. “Jealous of what Y/N?”

My hand snakes behind me at a snail’s pace, ensuring that he doesn’t catch the movement and spoil my plan. I just need to stall slightly, catch him off guard and then if all goes well, I should have them out in no time. Then I can stop worrying, especially about Wally. I know he’s only on the other side of that door but it feels like he is one million miles away.

“Well, you’re the only teacher here. Stuck with a bunch of teenagers, must be hard right? I’m sure you feel isolated and alone. Especially when one such teenager has powers that you can only dream of having. Powers that she uses to get her friends and boyfriend their favorite snacks or new books and films.”

“You think I’m jealous that you use your gifts on something so trivial?” Mr Martin questions, stepping towards me once more so we are practically inches apart. “Trust me Y/N, if I had the gifts that you hold, I would be using them to guide myself to the light. To cross over. Not you though, you’re just a stupid little girl that wastes talent on a bunch of people that do not care about you and are only using you for your gifts. I mean do you really think Wally would be sticking around with you if you weren’t able to bring him little treats? Though I suppose you did spread your legs for him the moment you arrived so who really knows.”

With a sigh, my hand takes a firm hold of the paint pot handle. “I really wish you hadn’t just said that.”

With a sharp swing I aim the paint pot directly at Mr Martin’s head, hitting him right above his ear. A pained groan escapes his mouth as he is knocked off balance, planting his hand against the wall so that he doesn’t fall to the ground. Sure, he can’t die twice, but I’m certain that I can at least knock him out for a while. As I go to swing the pot again, his forearm blocks my blow. Sending the pot clattering to the floor.

“Well now I’m angry.” He states, giving me no time to react as he grabs the end of one of the smashed glass bottles swiping at me with the sharp end.

Despite finding reassurance in the fact that I can’t die twice, I still wince at the feeling of the glass drag directly across my cheek. Cut opening, I feel the blood dripping down my cheek and in the one moment that I reach up to hold my wound, Mr Martin strikes again. Blunt end of the bottle hitting the back of my head sending me crashing to the ground. Grunting softly as I hit the floor with a thud.

“Y/N!” Wally bellows, worry laced in his voice and guilt floods through me as I hate to put him through this. “Y’N be careful, please. Y/N!”

Rhonda and Charlie are shouting as well, pain in their voices as they are evidently stressed out not knowing what is going on and only being able to hear the sounds of our fight. It must be hard having no indication of who is winning.

Flipping myself so that I am no longer facing the ground, I watch as Mr Martin stands over me. Dropping himself into a crouch, his fingers brush a stray hair out of my face. A wicked smirk settled on his face.

“Such a pretty face, too bad nobody else will get to see it.”

A rush of energy pulses through my body and with all the strength I can muster, I manage to stretch my arm out to grab the paint pot. Repeatedly hitting the teacher over the head with it and I feel little splatters of blood coat my face and body as he collapses to the floor. When I see no sign of movement, I begin to search through his jacket pockets. Whether that’s for a key or a key code, I’m not too sure. Though, I’m hoping when I find it, I’ll know.

With just my luck, a key slips into my hand, just in time for me to watch his body disappear as he resets to wherever he died. I’m unsure of how long he will be out and so for now I ignore my injuries focusing on finding any sort of lockbox.

“I’ve got a key. Any idea where it’s supposed to go?” I ask, hoping I can find some sort of answer from the three behind the door.

“I’m pretty sure there’s a little box to the right of the door, just above the ground.” Charlie answers, allowing me to search quickly.

Within no time I have found the box, twisting the key to find a switch which completely resets the lock on the door. This time when I try the door it pushes open with ease and I’m greeted by a swarm of tight hugs. Even Rhonda wraps her arms around me, squeezing slightly.

Wally hangs back, waiting for the other two to finish their greetings first. As soon as he gets the chance, he’s sweeping me off my feet, hugging me so tight that I feel as though my ribs may shatter. He’s twirling me around clearly happy just to see me again, and no doubt to be out of that room.

“I hate to break this up guys but we should probably head off before the evil teacher decides to come and take his revenge on Y/N.” Rhonda states, already beginning to make her way up the stairs.

Once we make it to the library, Wally is immediately all over me. Tending to my wounds as best as he can with the limited medical supplies we picked up from the nurses office on the way. He has a slight frown on his face as he wipes away the blood and I can’t help but place my fingers under his jaw, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips as a way of cheering him up. Yet the frown remains.

“Hey, what’s wrong? We made it out didn’t we?” I ask, cupping his face with my hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“Yeah but I should have been out there to protect you. If I was there you wouldn’t have been hurt. You would never have been in that position.” He tells me, eyes not meeting mine as he speaks and I have a feeling that it’s because he is embarrassed and ashamed that he couldn't do anything.

Smiling softly, my lips press against his forehead, followed by both cheeks, then his nose, chin and lips. As I’m peppering kisses all across his face, he finally begins to crack a slight smile. His hands wrap around my forearms as he tugs me into a slow, heated kiss. Lips moving against mine at a relaxed pace and I find myself pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. He groans quietly, hands moving to carefully pull me onto his lap as we get caught up in the heat of the moment.

“Can you guys please be gross somewhere else?” Rhonda asks, tilting her book down slightly to make sure we hear her.

I giggle as a soft rose blush tints Wally’s cheeks, pink from ear to ear. It’s cute, and he’s the most relaxed I have seen him since leaving the basement.

“Not to kind of spoil the mood, but what do we do about Mr Martin?” I ask, sharing a worried glance between the three other ghosts sitting at the table.

“I mean, we’re already dead, he can’t hurt us.” Rhonda states, a logical answer though I’m sure he’d still find a way to make our lives hell.

“Yeah but he still trapped us and look at Y/N’s face.” Charlie comments, clearly nervous by the entire situation. “No offense.”

“Not to mention he’s been studying us.” Wally adds in, to which he receives a questioning look from me. “I’ll fill you in later.”

“I guess we just avoid him and maybe brush up on exorcisms and ridding ourselves of negative spirits.” I say, smiling at Wally as I feel him reach for my hand under the table.

As eventful as today was, and as scary as today, I’m no longer scared. Mr Martin may be big and tough but I know that the four of us are able to take on anything. Besides with Wally by my side, I know I’m able to accomplish anything.

[unspeakable-imagination]

Cigar smoke and Sleepless nights | part one

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader

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Cw: Cigars and smoke, drinking, reader has ptsd, Logan has ptsd, canon-typical violence

Part two. Three four

The humans made your life hell, especially since you were the only mute in the tiny town that hardly had 500 people. They ran you out, and in such a time of need, imapretly the old professor had heard your cries the loudest.

It had been five days since you'd arrived at Charles Xavier's school for the gifted. Granted, you weren't a child like many of the people here. A woman named storm had retrieved you, by Charles' request. After leaving your home at seventeen, you lived, bouncing around place to place till you landed in a little nowhere town in montana, just south if the Canadian border. You stayed for awhile, plenty of years, until word got around that you were a mutant.

Storm had managed your retreaval in a matter of hours with the x-jet. By the time she'd gotten you back to the mansion, it was coming dawn, and your bedtime. Foxes are nocturnal, after all.

Storm and Xavier were quick to set you up in a hardly furnished room, telling you to make if your ownm The smell of all of the mutants was thoroughly overwhelming and only made you want to sleep more. So you did.

You slept through just about every hour of daylight, and then, as the sun set, you had finally woken up. It was easy to hear that nobody was awake, and so, in an attempt not to bother them, you found the jacket that you'd tossed on the floor while you prepared to crash. Fishing through the pockets you found the object of your vice, a pack of thin cigarette and pretty silver zippo.

Opting not to wake the people in the building with creaky stairs, you flung open the window, leaning your head as far out as possible, since Xavier didn't like smoking indoors. It was easy to light the cigarette and only took you a few minutes to finish.

When you returned in from the position in the sill, you figured you'd had some exploring to do. It didn't take long to find your way down the stairs, to the communal kitchen, and it didn't take you long to find a pack of bacon in it, either.

It had only taken you another moment to get the stove top lit with a griddle ontop, waiting for the pan to heat. After an impatient few seconds you preferred to just slap almost half the slab and the hardly warm pan and fork it apart, watching parts of it smoke, the fat bubbling. The constant impatience of you flipping the bacon, almost every twenty seconds was making it cook slower, and your frustration rise quickly until you scrunched your face in pure frustration and just threw the fork onto the counter, stepping away in defeat to just let the damn bacon cook.

At this point you didn't care if it burned. Turning around to rummage the fridge, you bristled at the fact you couldn't even find a beer. "Of course not," you stated. "It's a fucking school." Closing the fridge, you jumped in surprise to see the only other person you've met, Hank.

"What's that meant to mean," he said, tilting his head. Hank constantly gave you that innocent and sassy vibe, so you weren't sure what to say. Deciding to be truthful, you shrugged.

"I mean, you guys don't have a beer or even a fuzzy navel, nothing good. I should have figured since there are so many children." He nodded, quickly catching to what you said.

"Alcohol isn't good for you, but if you really need something, I think Logan has something in his room, but he's not here. I can go in and grab it?" You didn't know who logan was, and honestly didn't need a drink that badly. "Plus, we have milk... and water? Oh there are tea packets in the cubbord and, " his eyes shifted to behind you, "and- I think your bacon is burning."

Flipping around you hastily stepped to the stove grabbing the fork you earlier then and flipping the now slightly charred bacon. Grimacing at the smell of the burn, you turned back to the blue beast. "Sorry, Hank. Where did you say that tea is?"

"That cubbored down there," he pointed up to one of cabinets at your knees, under the microwave. You nodded a d grabbed a cup from one of the racks filled with mugs hanging from the wall and filled it with tap water.

"Thanks, Hank. Shouldn't you be asleep?" He nodded before saying something under his breath and then replying.

"Yeah, I'm just on my way there, now. Deal well, [Name]." She said, nodding his head a little awkwardly, then walking away. She just nodded her head and waves him off.

Turning off the burner, you used your fork to scrape off the cooked slices, that had simmered down to a considerablely smaller amount, to your plate your gotten out earlier. You put the water in the microwave and set it on two minutes, just to get the water hot and began to shuffle around in the tea cubbored. After finding some random flower flavor that sounded appealing, you tore open the packet and threw away the wrappers setting the bag on the counter next to the microwave.

"Thanks for the food," you mumbled to whatever God could have been listening. Grabbing the bacon, slice by slice, you practically shiveled it into your mouth until the microwave sounded. You shifted away from the island you were eating on, taking your cup and putting the teabag in, tying the string around the handle so it wouldn't fall in.

You let it steep while you finished your bacon, and looked to the sink. It was empty so you figured, maybe waking what mess you made would be better. Flipping on the faucet, you put the griddle and your plate and fork in, just quickly washing them and setting them in the drying rack. It okay took a couple of seconds, but when the faucet went offc you realized you heard something.

It was a somewhat familiar rumble of a distant motorcycle engine. Plenty of men in montana drove motorcycles and they didn't sound to much doffrent aside from volume.

Grabbing your cup of tea, you listened. The rumble gradually got closer as you sipped, realizing that they were coming to the school. Within a few minutes, they were here. Sipping your tea, you watched a silhouette with the burning embers of a cigar open the door to the school, walk right in, and wander up the stairs. You weren't sure if the man noticed you. IF he did, it wasn't obvious. You tilted your head and listened to him wander down the hallway and slam a door.

Finishing your tea, you shrugged it off and continued your nightly activities.

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House of the Dragon

Alicent Hightower

Oneshots

Crime and Punishment ✨️🪆

The Queen and you get along wonderfully. After all, the strongest friendships are based on shared interests.

Speak now

Alicent is not too sure of how she feels about you. Or about the fact you just proposed to run away. But she is sure about how she feels about the wedding. 

Harwin Strong

Oneshots

Win some, lose some✨️

Harwin and his wife have a disagreement over communication skills. The end result is exactly as the title says.

Lemon cake ✨️

Harwin’s wife is a tough crowd.

Aegon Targaryen

Oneshots

Daedalus

On the eve of Aegon’s coronation, both of you disappear. Your mother imagines a thousand scenarios. But were you really abducted by him or is it a simple coincidence?

Aemond Targaryen

Mini series

Death in four moves 🪆

Aemond and his new partner explore trusting again after SA.

Death in four moves 🧸

Whatever souls are made of 🍂🧸

MAD

Caught in the crossfire of your familiy's ploys, you never expected to catch the eye of the enemy.

Threads of fate

Muña✨️

In which you find yourself caught in a deadly game of tug of war between two dragons. Daemon, your husband, and Aemond, the man who promises to make you a widow.

Oneshots

Last man on earth ✨️

No one told King Aemond about the Song of Ice and Fire. As the daughter of Rhaenyra, you have one last mission left.

Categorical✨️

Aemond needs to blow off some steam, so you offer to verbally spar with him. 

Last word ✨️

Aemond instructs you on the importance of protecting your virtue.

Push and pull ✨️

You just love riling him up. Especially on his name day.

Bouquet of Violets 🧸🍂

You are happy in your marriage, even if your husband can be quite hellish. It all starts to go wrong when a secret admirer shows up.

The Seamstress ✨️

Prince Aemond is your favorite client.

We light the way

House Hightower does not have dragons, but they have a magic of their own.

No masters or kings🪆

Aemond has issues around sex. The thought of being married to you, an angel, it's not helping.

Unforgivable

Aemond and you are tired of being pawns. Instead of chess, you decide to play draughts.

Young Gods 🪆

History has a way of repeating itself. Ft. Hades! Aemond.

A Challenge

In which you are in a search for identity, and Aemond is in search for a way to prove his superiority to your father. Somehow, both of you find each other.

Daemon Targaryen

Oneshots

Honesty✨️

Daemon seduces his unwilling Lady Wife.

Mirror

Courting. Daemon's version.

Staring back at you✨️

Companion piece to Mirror. You have married Daemon. Now, it is actually time to bed him. You find out you have a few more things in common with your uncle than you thought.

Capital

You think you married the plainest woman on earth, and you look away for one second and suddenly she is not. Typical. At least, for Daemon.

A Thousand Words ✨️

You want to marry him. He wants to fuck you. The two things are not as incompatible as they sound. 

Violent delights 🪆

As a dornish princess, you live by one saying. All is fair in love and war. When Prince Daemon stumbles into your life, you start to reconsider your stance.

Lookalike

Inside the highest tower of the Red Keep, lives a girl with long silver hair...

Bestiary ✨️

Your husband and you do not speak the same language. During your wedding night, you find out that High Valyrian and the Common Tongue pale when compared to the way your bodies allow you to communicate.

Vūjigon ✨️

Companion piece to Bestiary. Daemon has been having sex without love his whole life. It's easy. Marriage should be more of the same, right?

The dragon has three heads ✨️

It's Viserys first day as a King. You and your twin see him off.

You wouldn't believe the things I have done for her ✨️

Daemon lives a dangerous life. You wish you could find a way to protect him, but you are too afraid of guns. Lucky you, Daemon has a plan.

Gold rush ✨️

Your whole life you have been Daemon’s voice of reason. Tonight, you choose to be the impulsive one. 

To conquer

Incest is common amongst Targaryens, Daemon assures you. Unfortunately, Alicent got to you first.

The girl with the pearl necklace ✨️

You marry Daemon to secure an alliance. But surprisingly, you find a haven in him.

Two ships

Two people who do not understand each other, but keep coming back together. Familiar much? It’s the tale you share with your brother, Daemon.

Clad in sea

It is not Harrenhal, what drives Daemon to the Gods Eye. It’s the memories of you and your daughter.

The Brave

A collection of first times with Daemon

Miniseries

Little lamb✨️

After the death of Viserys Targaryen, CEO of Targaryen industries, his heirs get into a legal battle over the validity of the will. It's a terrible time to start fucking your sister's brother in law. So of course, you do just that.

Divine intuition ✨️🪆

My take on modern reader meets Daemon

Threads of Fate

Pyrite✨️

A nefarious plot to place Princess Rhaenys on the Iron Throne leaves you, a handmaid, as the sole witnesses. Deciding to save an innocent life, you find yourself an unlikely protector. But Prince Daemon does not make favors lightly.

Helaena Targaryen

Golden Chains✨️

Helaena isn't yours, but you are always hers

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Oneshots

Baby teeth

Cousins. You love them or you hate them. And Rhaenyra knows exactly how she feels about you.

Three-headed dragon ✨️

Three times Rhaenyra marked you, and one time you did too. Or snippets of the love story I so wanted to tell but didn’t feel confident enough to write.

Doom of Ghis✨️

You decide to trick a Queen. It doesn't go quite according to plan.

Threads of Fate

Viserys Targaryen (Yuck)

The dragon has three heads ✨️

It's Viserys first day as a King. You and your twin see him off.

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[gatheredfates]

Hi everyone! It's been a hot minute since I did a Compendium update, but I promise I'm not dead. For those who don't know, I got a new job! That meant pretty much the entirety of October was spent wrapping up my old job, going to my new site and trying to learn the new one. I'm on break in approximately two weeks, yay! ☃️

These updates will take on a wintery/Starlight theme to celebrate the season, much like All Saints. I hope you enjoy.

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Final Flowery XIV—Compiled by ann0yance(bsky)/@sa8oteur, this guide explores the various flowers in XIV, comparing them to their real-world equivalents and meanings.

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WoL Reference Sheet—Created by @coldshrugs, a handy WoL reference sheet you can build in Canva!

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Cherry | MS47

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her)

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: smut (no plot, just face-sitting smut)

Warnings: not proofread; graphic description of sex; oral (fem receiving); face sitting; mentions of food; +18 (minors DNI);

Summary: Mick has an idea while lying in bed during a lazy weekend, and Yn is more than ready to oblige.

A/n: Every piece I write here it's a new experience, so your feedback, comments, and asks are more than welcome. *mwah* 🤍

Based on this request. I owned you guys a face-sitting smut after mentioning it on rosy cheeks, salty hair, and warm bodies, but not detailing it further. So here you go! ❤️‍🔥

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It was a Saturday afternoon, the sun was bright, while the wind was cold, so the weather felt just perfect to enjoy a lazy day in bed. And that was exactly what Mick and Yn were doing, relishing the match of the ideal temperature with a day off work. 

Yn’s record player, a gift she got from Mick to celebrate their first anniversary, was rolling a red vinyl on its plate. Lana del Rey’s voice was over the room, along with the gushes of wind from the open window. Mick was lying beside her, bare chest rising and falling with each calm breath he took, messy blonde hair around his head like a halo, and ocean-blue eyes observing Yn. 

“We should go to Brazil next vacation, perfect weather, great food, nice people,” Yn states munching on her cherry, there’s another between her fingers, and she turns her head to face Mick just in time for him to watch her pop it inside her mouth. He watches her parted lips and how some of the moisture from the fruit paints them a clear red. 

She looked just about perfect, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts, makeup-free face, braids up in a bun, and big brown eyes curiously waiting for him. 

“I think that’s a great idea,” Mick voiced, eyes still glued on how Yn’s mouth was working the cherries. 

Oh, how sweet.

“You want some?” Yn asks, eyebrows jutting together in a sign of confusion.

You’re staring, Mick chided himself in silence. 

“It depends,” he smirks. Yn stops chewing, and now her whole body was directed towards his. It was her silent sign that she was waiting for his answer. “I want something, but not the cherries.” 

“Oh,” a small gasp passed between her lips, and Mick’s smile grew.

“I wanted to try something,” he signs with his hands, and it’s just a second before Yn is sitting on top of him, the bowl of cherries now forgotten somewhere between the mess of blankets. Mick’s hands find their way to Yn’s waist, exploring her delicious skin and then dipping under the shirt only to realize she’s, in fact, not wearing anything under it. 

“What is it?” 

“Huh?” Mick questions, dazed by the way her body feels on top of his, how pretty she looks. 

“What is it you wanted to try, babe.”  She explains.

His blue eyes search for hers as they get ready to read any sign of discomfort or doubt with his suggestion. Not that what he would suggest was too adventurous. He was used to giving her oral on a daily basis or whenever they were together and had sex, but they never tried the whole sitting thing. He did not really know what Yn would think about it, but if their conversations and how comfortable they were around each other were any indication, he thought that there was a chance for a positive answer. 

Still, Mick was a cautious guy. He was an attentive lover, and he wanted nothing more than to see his girlfriend satisfied and comfortable in all ways, sexually, physically, and mentally, so communicating everything was part of this process. 

“I wanted you to sit on my face,” he blurted without taking his eyes off her. 

He felt when Yn held her breath, eyes growing a tad bigger with surprise, but her body was still on top of his, “Yes!” she sputtered.

Mick chuckled at her reaction, and Yn followed him, face feeling hot just like the rest of her body. 

“Is this something you’ve thought about before?” he asks

“I-” she starts, eyes cast down on his naked chest, nails drawing patterns on his milky skin. “Mmh… You always do those neck exercises when training and I just happen to notice how strong your neck is in comparison to regular people… my mind went there on its own.” Yn confessed. 

Mick did not waste a second before holding her neck and smashing their mouths together in a messy kiss. The movement made Yn lean on top of him, their surface of contact now greater. They moaned and swallowed each other's noises. 

The cold wind moved the curtains blending the noise with Lana’s angelical voice, who was just starting to sing the first accords of “Cherry”.

A touch from your real love it's like heaven taking the place of something evil, and lettin' it burn off from the rush, it echoed through the room just when Mick’s lips found Yn’s sweet spot. He switched between kissing, licking, and eventually biting her neck. Her fingers gripping his golden hair would guide him whenever she felt it was too much, and the assault would leave any marks behind. 

“Will you sit on my face, love?” he asked, innocent face facing her, and dark blue eyes hungry for her final answer, which he knew would be positive, but Mick also knew his girlfriend, knew how much it turned her on when he voiced things. 

The dirtier, the better, she would joke. 

Yn gave him a nod before taking off her oversized shirt and throwing it somewhere on the bedroom floor. Mick’s hand guided one of hers to hold the headboard for support if needed. The other he placed on top of his head, her fingers instantly threading between his soft strands. And then, finally, she easily held her up and brought her down to sit right on his face.

The mere contact of his hot mouth against her wet pussy made Yn shiver. His nose was digging deliciously into her clit, and her head tumbled back when his tongue went out in a lazy lap on her cunt. She felt on her whole body when Mick moaned and opened his mouth wider, eyes closed as if to capture the feeling, tongue drawing figures on her pussy while one of his fingers found her chest and played with her nipples between his fingers.

His other hand found guidance on her waist, but he was just caressing her skin. The placement was more of an encouragement for her to choose the pace. 

And that she did.

Yn pulled his hair and purred when his tongue sank down inside her. She moved her hips just right for his nose to grind on her already puffy clit. Mick moaned again, and Yn pleaded sensually. She was full-on riding his face, and he could feel all his blood rushing to his hard cock. 

The scene was way too arousing, the noises Yn was making, the way her body was answering to his touches, her scent, and taste, the background sound blending with her moans and his groans.  His whole face was messily soaked.

When her body started to drift into a bliss state, Mick knew she was close to her climax, so he made space to insert two fingers while keeping his tongue exploring. He thrust the digits inside while taking turns between kissing the underside of her legs and licking her juices and clit. 

He was in awe watching as Yn sinfully chased her orgasm, taking the reigns and using his face, tongue, and fingers without apologies. 

She looked fantastic, especially when she moaned his name along with some incoherent dirty words and let him guide her to the edge. Her body shuddered and jolted before falling forward, painting his face with her cum. Mick observed as her chest rise and fell with ragged breaths, and her legs quivered, still sensitive. 

He had a satisfied smirk on his face when he moved her body to lie beside him on the bed. Yn still had her eyes closed in bliss when Mick licked his lips and gathered some of her juices in his mouth, moaning at her taste. 

“How did you like it?” he asked, and from the way his voice sounded, Yn knew he was smiling smugly. 

“I think we should do it every day.” She pants, still not over all the sensations. 

“I can try and make it happen,” Mick hummed and grinned before dipping his head to kiss her lips. His gentle yet sloppy kiss only seemed to fuel Yn’s desire, and they rolled in bed, ready to try a new position.

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[atlasthegreatest]

Between Adventures / Lara Croft x Gender Neutral! Reader

In which, Laura Croft and her long-time friend Y/n Drake embark on yet another dangerous adventure, exploring an ancient temple deep in the jungle.

Word count: 3153

A/n: This one was requested by @jamiedc-they-them I hope you like it!

The sun filtered through the dense jungle canopy, casting dappled shadows over the moss-covered rocks as Lara Croft and her best friend, Y/n Drake, pushed their way through the underbrush. The sound of rustling leaves and the occasional bird call filled the air, but the two were silent, communicating without words, as they often did. Years of friendship had made them closer than most siblings could hope to be.

Y/n had been with Lara through thick and thin. They had met in university, both equally obsessed with ancient civilizations, tombs, and lost treasures. From the moment they locked eyes across the classroom, they had known there was something special about their connection. It wasn’t long before they became inseparable.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Y/n said, wiping the sweat from their brow as they shot Lara a teasing glance.

Lara smirked. “Because you love the thrill of it, and because I’d be bored without you,” she quipped, her British accent smooth and laced with affection.

Y/n chuckled, shaking their head. “Right. Because nothing says fun like almost falling off a cliff or being chased by mercenaries.”

“I’ve saved you from worse,” Lara shot back, her grin widening. It was true—there were countless times when Y/n had been on the brink of danger, and Lara had swooped in, fast and fearless. But it wasn’t one-sided. Y/n had saved her too, more than once. From the emotional toll of her father’s death to that time in Siberia when Y/n had patched up Lara’s leg after a nasty fall. Their bond was built on trust, loyalty, and shared danger.

As they trudged up the steep incline toward the ancient temple, Lara turned serious, glancing at Y/n. “You know I don’t say it often enough, but I wouldn’t be here without you.”

Y/n stopped, looking at her with raised eyebrows. “Lara Croft, getting sentimental? Should I write this down?”

Lara gave a light shove, laughing. “I’m serious, Y/n. You’re the only person I can count on. No matter what’s waiting for us in there,” she motioned toward the crumbling structure in the distance, “I know you’ve got my back.”

Y/n’s teasing demeanor softened. “Always. And you’ve got mine.”

They fell into an easy silence as they approached the temple entrance. The massive stone doors loomed in front of them, their carved inscriptions worn by time. Y/n took a deep breath, the weight of the moment settling on them.

“Ready for this?” Lara asked, her voice quiet but steady.

“Are we ever really ready for these things?” Y/n replied, smirking despite the nerves swirling in their stomach.

Lara placed a hand on Y/n’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “We’ve survived worse.”

It was a simple statement, but it carried the weight of their shared experiences—near-death escapes, ancient curses, and the nights spent patching each other up in makeshift camps. There was an unspoken promise in Lara’s words. No matter what happened, they would face it together, like they always had.

With a nod, Y/n and Lara stepped forward, pushing open the heavy doors. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of age-old stone. The temple’s grandeur, though diminished by time, was awe-inspiring. Massive pillars stretched toward the ceiling, and intricate carvings lined the walls, telling stories of forgotten gods and lost civilizations.

Y/n took it all in, but their mind was already on the dangers that lurked within. “So, any chance this place doesn’t have a trap or two waiting for us?” they asked, glancing at Lara.

Lara’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “What’s an adventure without a little danger?”

Y/n groaned. “You need help.”

“Which is why I have you.”

They continued deeper into the temple, their flashlights flickering as the darkness swallowed them whole. The deeper they went, the more Y/n could feel the weight of history pressing down on them. The temple was old, and the air was thick with the sense that they were not the first to tread these halls—and perhaps not the last.

Lara led the way, as she always did, her steps sure and confident, while Y/n stayed close, their eyes scanning for any signs of danger. They had learned to trust each other implicitly, knowing that when one faltered, the other would be there to catch them.

And then it happened.

The floor beneath Y/n gave way, and they barely had time to shout before they fell. But Lara was faster. In a split second, she lunged forward, grabbing Y/n’s arm with both hands, her grip iron-clad. Y/n dangled over the dark abyss, their hearts racing as they looked up into Lara’s determined eyes.

“Hold on!” Lara grunted, her muscles straining as she pulled Y/n up inch by inch. The sound of crumbling stone filled the air, and for a moment, it felt like they might both fall. But Lara didn’t give up, not on Y/n.

With one final pull, Y/n was back on solid ground, gasping for breath. They lay there for a moment, both of them breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling.

“Remind me to never let you choose the route again,” Y/n panted, trying to catch their breath.

Lara laughed, the sound rich and full of relief. “Noted.”

But beneath the humor, there was something deeper—a bond that went beyond friendship. It was a connection forged in the fire of shared danger, mutual respect, and unwavering loyalty. Y/n Drake wasn’t just Lara Croft’s best friend. They were her family, her partner in adventure, the one person who knew her better than anyone else in the world.

As they stood, brushing the dust off their clothes, Lara looked at Y/n with a rare, soft smile. “You’re my rock, you know that?”

Y/n smiled back, their heartwarming at the words. “And you’re mine.”

With that, they pressed on, side by side, ready to face whatever the temple had in store. They didn’t need words to reaffirm their bond. They knew, in their bones, that no matter what lay ahead, they would face it together. Like siblings, like the closest of friends.

It was them against the world. Always.

———————-

As they ventured further into the temple, the air grew colder, and more oppressive. Every step echoed ominously, bouncing off the ancient stone walls. The passage was narrow now, forcing them to walk in single file, and Y/n could feel the hairs on the back of their neck standing on end.

“You ever think about what life would’ve been like if we weren’t constantly risking our necks in places like this?” Y/n asked, their voice quieter now, almost swallowed by the cavernous silence around them.

Lara chuckled softly ahead of them. “You mean a life where we sit behind desks, drinking coffee and grading papers? It’s crossed my mind.”

Y/n smiled despite the tension. “We could’ve been professors, you know. Lecturing on tombs rather than raiding them.”

“Maybe,” Lara said. “But admit it, you’d be bored out of your mind.”

Y/n laughed, shaking their head. “Yeah, probably. Besides, you’d have dragged me out into some tomb the moment you got restless.”

“I’m good at convincing you to follow me into trouble,” Lara admitted with a grin, casting a glance over her shoulder. “But you never hesitate.”

Y/n thought about that. It was true—they never did. Something about being with Lara had always felt right. Whether it was scaling mountains in Siberia, diving in ancient ruins off the coast of Greece, or sneaking through hostile territories in the middle of the night, Y/n never second-guessed it. Not when Lara was by their side. They had a trust that ran deeper than any friendship they’d ever had. It was unspoken, solid, like the bedrock beneath them.

Suddenly, the corridor opened into a vast chamber. The ceiling arched high above them, supported by towering columns. In the center of the room was a stone pedestal, and on it sat an artifact—something ancient, something powerful. Its golden surface shimmered even in the low light of their flashlights.

“Well, there it is,” Lara said, her voice tinged with awe.

Y/n took a step forward, eyes narrowing. “This feels too easy.”

“Way too easy,” Lara agreed, scanning the room. Her instincts were rarely wrong. Y/n followed her lead, their senses on high alert. There was always a catch in places like this—booby traps, hidden dangers, something waiting to spring the moment they touched the prize.

Lara approached the pedestal cautiously, her eyes darting to the floor, and the walls, looking for any sign of danger. Y/n watched her work, marveling at how calm and focused she was. Lara in action was like watching a master at their craft, her movements deliberate, and calculated.

“There,” Lara pointed to a faint line etched into the floor just in front of the pedestal. “Pressure plate.”

Y/n knelt, inspecting it. “Looks like it triggers something nasty if we disturb the artifact.”

“Good catch,” Lara said, crouching next to them. “But it’s more complicated than that. See those holes in the ceiling?”

Y/n followed her gaze, their stomach sinking. “Spikes.”

“Probably poisoned, knowing our luck.”

“So… we leave it, right?” Y/n said, but even as the words left their mouth, they knew that wasn’t an option. Lara’s eyes were already locked on the artifact, her mind working through the puzzle.

“We don’t leave it,” Lara said. “We find a way.”

Y/n groaned, but there was no real protest in it. They had known Lara too long to expect her to walk away from something like this. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”

Lara smiled, her eyes glinting with that familiar spark. “Not today, Y/n/n.”

Together, they worked through the problem, their movements synchronized like they’d done this a hundred times before. Lara calculated the weight of the artifact, and Y/n rigged a counterbalance from the supplies in their pack. They moved quickly but carefully, speaking in low murmurs, passing tools, and testing ideas without hesitation. It was their dynamic—an effortless partnership built on trust and understanding.

Finally, Lara was ready. She stood over the pedestal, her fingers hovering just above the artifact. “On three,” she said, meeting Y/n’s eyes.

Y/n nodded, holding the makeshift counterweight in their hands, ready to place it on the pressure plate. Their heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through them, but they trusted Lara’s timing completely.

“One… two… three.”

Lara lifted the artifact, and at the same moment, Y/n placed the counterweight. For a tense heartbeat, nothing happened. Then, a faint clicking sound echoed through the room, and Y/n froze.

“Lara—”

“I know,” Lara said, her voice steady, though Y/n could see the tension in her eyes.

They both looked up as the ceiling above them began to shift, grinding as the stone moved. The spikes didn’t drop, but something else shifted in the shadows—gears turning, mechanisms coming to life.

“Run!” Lara shouted, and they bolted for the exit.

Y/n sprinted alongside Lara, their breath coming in ragged gasps as the floor beneath them began to collapse. Behind them, the walls groaned as hidden traps were set off, and the sound of ancient stone grinding against itself filled the air.

“Faster!” Lara called, her hand grabbing Y/n’s arm, pulling them along as the ground crumbled beneath their feet.

They leapt over a wide gap, barely making it to the other side as the ground fell away into darkness. With one final push, they threw themselves through the temple’s entrance just as the passage collapsed behind them.

Breathing heavily, they lay on the jungle floor, staring up at the sky, their bodies aching but alive. The cool air was a relief after the suffocating atmosphere of the temple.

“That,” Y/n panted, “was way too close.”

Lara laughed, the sound light despite their brush with death. “But we made it.”

Y/n turned to look at her, shaking their head in disbelief. “You’re insane.”

“And you love it,” Lara replied, still grinning.

Y/n couldn’t argue with that. They lay there for a while, catching their breath, the adrenaline slowly fading. Despite the danger, despite the madness of it all, Y/n wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.

“You know,” Y/n said, after a long moment of silence, “no matter what crazy adventure you drag me into next, I’m in.”

Lara smiled, the warmth in her eyes unmistakable. “I know, Y/n. I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side.”

And that was the truth of it. Lara Croft and Y/n Drake weren’t just friends—they were family. Bound not by blood, but by something stronger: trust, loyalty, and the shared understanding that they would always have each other’s backs, no matter how dangerous the journey.

Bonus chapter

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the small kitchen of Lara Croft’s countryside manor, a rare moment of quiet settling over the house. Y/n sat at the wooden table, scrolling through photos on their phone from their last adventure—the temple raid, near-death experiences, and the shimmering artifact they’d managed to retrieve. The adrenaline rush was still lingering, even though it had been days since they made it back.

“I still can’t believe we actually made it out of there in one piece,” Y/n muttered, shaking their head as they stared at a picture of the temple collapsing behind them.

From across the room, Lara appeared with two mugs of coffee, placing one in front of Y/n before sitting down opposite them. “Surprised?” she teased, raising an eyebrow. “You should have more faith in us by now.”

Y/n chuckled, taking a sip of the coffee. “It’s not a lack of faith, it’s just that—well, sometimes I think we’re pushing our luck.”

Lara leaned back in her chair, her eyes flickering with amusement. “That’s part of the fun.”

“Easy for you to say, Miss Tomb Raider.” Y/n smiled, though the teasing was warm. There was no bitterness, only the usual back-and-forth banter that had long defined their friendship.

Lara shrugged, her expression softening. “We’ve always made it out together, haven’t we? I’d call that luck and skill.”

Y/n couldn’t argue with that. Despite all the danger they faced, all the near-death experiences, there was always an unspoken certainty between them that they’d survive—together. And as much as Y/n liked to play the role of the reluctant partner in crime, they knew that life without these adventures, without Lara, would feel incomplete.

Still, moments like this—where they could sit in peace, with no traps to avoid or bullets to dodge—were rare. Y/n had learned to savor them.

“You ever think about taking a break?” Y/n asked, glancing up from their phone. “I mean a real break. Not just a few days between expeditions, but, like, a vacation.”

Lara raised an eyebrow, the idea clearly foreign to her. “A vacation? Doing what?”

“I don’t know. Normal stuff. Lying on a beach, reading books that aren’t about lost civilizations, maybe even trying some hobbies that don’t involve scaling cliffs or dodging traps.”

Lara smiled at the thought, though her eyes held a glimmer of uncertainty. “And you think I could handle something like that?”

Y/n leaned forward, their grin widening. “You’d last a week, tops. Probably less.”

“Five days,” Lara corrected with a smirk. “I’d get restless by then.”

“Exactly,” Alex said, shaking their head with a laugh. “But I’d still like to see you try. Just once.”

Lara took a long sip of her coffee, her eyes thoughtful. It was hard for her to imagine stepping away from the life she led, from the thrill of discovery and the rush of danger. But for Y/n’s sake, she’d consider it. After all, they had followed her into every wild, death-defying adventure she’d ever dreamed up. Maybe they deserved a quieter moment, just the two of them, without the shadow of ancient tombs looming over them.

“I’ll think about it,” Lara said finally, the warmth in her voice making it clear she wasn’t just humoring Y/n.

Y/n smiled, appreciating the sentiment. “That’s all I ask.”

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the morning sun streaming through the kitchen windows, casting golden light over the hardwood floors. It felt strange, this stillness between them. But it was a good kind of strange. A reminder that their bond wasn’t just built on danger and adventure, but on something deeper—something that could exist even when the world wasn’t crashing down around them.

After a while, Y/n glanced at the artifact sitting on the counter nearby. It was small, barely the size of a fist, but intricately detailed with ancient inscriptions, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly glow.

“So,” Y/n said, leaning back in their chair. “What are we going to do with that thing?”

Lara followed Y/n’s gaze to the artifact. “I’m still working on that. I’ll take it to the British Museum for a proper study, but I’m not handing it over to anyone until I know what it really is.”

“Fair enough,” Y/n said, their fingers tapping the edge of the table. “Just don’t let it be another cursed object. We’ve had enough of those for a lifetime.”

Lara chuckled, standing up and stretching her arms above her head. “I promise, no curses. Just a little bit of history we’ll need to unravel.”

Y/n rolled their eyes. “History. Right. And that’ll be the end of it.”

Lara’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she moved toward the door. “You know better than that.”

And Y/n did. Of course, they did. Lara’s life was never just about one adventure, or one artifact. It was an endless pursuit of knowledge, mystery, and discovery. But despite all the danger, despite the relentless pace of it all, Y/n knew they’d follow her wherever she went. They’d made that choice long ago, and there was no going back now.

“Come on,” Lara said, motioning toward the door. “Let’s take a walk. I’ll show you the garden.”

Y/n blinked. “Wait, you have a garden? Since when?”

“Since always,” Lara said with a grin. “I don’t just live in tombs, you know.”

Y/n stood, a laugh bubbling up. “A garden? Maybe you really could do this vacation thing after all.”

Lara smirked, leading the way outside. “Don’t push your luck.”

They stepped out into the fresh air, the countryside stretching out before them in a beautiful expanse of rolling hills and ancient trees. The peacefulness was striking, a stark contrast to the chaos they usually found themselves in. But at that moment, as they walked side by side through the quiet garden, Y/n realized something important.

No matter where they were—in the depths of an ancient temple, scaling mountains, or just walking through a garden—Lara and Y/n would always be the same. Two sides of the same coin, always looking out for each other and always chasing the next adventure together.

And maybe, just maybe, they could find moments of peace like this more often. If only for a little while.

Before the next adventure called.

[zmasters]

The Void Crawler - Floor 1: The Main Promenade and The Lift

Introduction

Regardless of who hired you, you have accepted the job to explore the derelict vessel HA Void Crawler. Your mission: figure out what happened, extract the data requested from your patron, get out.

Good luck Lancer, and I’ll see you soon.

Mission Start (LL 0)

The designated insert and extraction point is a cargo hangar bay on the starboard side, near the bow. Schematics indicate that the hangar and hallways leading off from it are large enough to fit most of not all mechs on the market.

The cargo bay is devoid of anything of value. Many of the boxes have been opened, with whatever being inside being taken who knows where.

Scans indicate that the air is breathable, and rats can be found scurrying through the hold. This is despite that reports indicate that the life support systems are down.

As you and your team move through the hall, you notice that the ship is temperate. Despite a decade of being lost in orbit around a small moon, the Void Crawler is completely safe for organic life. You take a step, and feel something soft and wet under your foot.

You stepped on a patch of moss.

As you walk deeper into the vessel, the moss gets more and more prominent. With each step, the air gets crisper, and the moss gets thicker. Eventually the moss shifts to a tall grass, and you swear you saw something move through the brush.

The hall eventually leads to the main promenade. What once was the center of life within this ship, where people would eat, relax, and enjoy their time off. But now it is literally the center of life, as a forest has sprung up in the three floors. Vines hung over the edges of the upper floors as long twisting branches block out the ceiling lights. A pond has formed at the opposite end of the room, being fed from a waterfall pouring from an old cafe on the third floor. God only knows where this water is coming from.

The more eagle eyed lancer's can notice arrows and a blood trail in the dirt. But before this can be investigated, your team recieves a message from your transport.

"Heads up lancer's, we got company. I'm pulling back to a save position. You're on your own until you clear them out."

A reported 4-8 assault grunt mechs, 1 pyro mech, and 1 witch mech had made land fall in the hangar. One should note that while the assault and pyro mechs aesthetically match Harrison Armory (even if Harrison Armory was the company that hired the party), the witch appears to be combination ISP-N and HORUS. As well, the witch would avoid combat when possible. Should the witch be the last NPC mech standing, they will turn invisible and leave.

Once combat is offer, the party will receive the following message for their mech communications, spoken through a text-to-speech style voice:

"H 3 1 1 0 F R 1 3 N D =) 1 M C Y 1 A! 0 F F 3 R R 3 P 1 A R $! H 3 R 3!"

A map of the ship will be uploaded to the mech's systems, with a passage to nearby elevator being hilighted.

Should the party instead focus on exploring the rest of the area, they will find more signs of sentient life. A net by the pond. A carving on a tree. A few tents hastily buried underneath. It's obvious something had lived here. Was it the original crew? Are the rumors of the Void Crawler discovering alien life true? Are they coexisting? There isn't enough evidence to know for certain.

The Lift (LL 1)

Upon entering the elevator that the mysterious message pointed to, it is clear that this isn't a normal elevator. The dimly light room was large enough to fit around ten mechs without issue. Comparing the lift to the map or the vessel provided indicates that this area was too large for where it should be.

All the materials needed to repair mechs, alongside the appropriate printers to print parts and even new mechs are all set up and waiting for use. Alongside this, an appropriate amount of bunks for the party to sleep in, a large freezer containing enough food to last the party indefinitely if rationed correctly, a prototype growth vat to grow even more food if needed, a stockpile of spare clothing, a bathroom (with a shower and laundry machine), and a terminal connected to the omninet. Whenever an expendable resource (such as food or toilet paper) is used, it will be replaced when the party aren’t looking at where it is normally stored. On the terminal, a sloppily hand-written sticky note saying "for u. b ComfY. pLes stAy."

On the opposite side of where you entered, at the right corner, there is metal gray pillar that doesn't match the style of the rest of the lift. The best way to describe it is as if the pillar was phasing through the lift. It is warm to the touch and you can faintly hear the sounds of sloshing liquid coming from inside.

On the pillar, about chest height, is a collection of buttons that resemble to floor buttons of a normal elevator. The buttons are labelled 1-12 (note that the Void Crawler only has seven levels). The 1 button lit up, indicating you are on level 1 (also note you entered the vessel through the fourth floor hangar and did not change floors up to this point).

This lift will act as the main resting place for the party during this mission. The party can use the area to heal from injuries, repair damaged mechs, print out new ones, and acquire licenses. As well, this is also how the party will travel to the other levels of this "dungeon."

[liaromancewriter]

The Love Language Test

Premise: Sienna and Max explore which of the five love languages works for them.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,350

A/N: Requested by @storyofmychoices from this prompt list - preparing lunch. Submission for @choicesprompts Rewrite challenge. It's inspired by this Blue Bloods scene in S11 between Eddie and Jamie about their love language. I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 40, prompt 1 (in bold)

“What’s your love language?”

Sienna Trinh pursed her lips as she glanced over the top of the tablet and waited for Max Valentine to answer.

It was after dinner, and they were in his home office. He was catching up on emails while she was parked on the couch, keeping herself busy. She had started hanging out here when he wasn’t on calls and found it comforting to have him close.

“My, what now?” he asked without looking up, his hands flying across the laptop’s keyboard, eyes focused on the screen.

“Love language,” she said. “You know, the way you like to express and receive love. There are five of them, but we each have one or two that speak to us the most.”

Sienna explained patiently, repeating the words she’d read in an online article. “If couples communicate using each other’s love languages, the relationship can become even stronger.”

“Sex,” he chuckled, turning his head to wink at her. “Just let me finish here, and I’ll happily show you.”

Sienna rolled her eyes. “Be serious.”

“I resent that,” he joked, eyes back on the laptop screen. “I’m always serious about sex.”

“Why does Cassie know all about this, and you don’t?” Sienna mused, fighting back a yawn as she stretched out on the comfortable couch and pulled a fleece blanket over her legs to keep them warm.

Until recently, she had been under the impression that as twins Cassie and Max were more alike than different in their tastes and interests. But she was slowly realizing the error of her ways.

Cassie loved junk food, and Max was all about eating healthy. Cassie inhaled coffee by the gallons. Max preferred tea. She was an optimist and a big believer in fate. Her brother was a realist and inherently skeptical. And yet, Sienna loved them equally but in completely different ways.

“I keep telling you, babe. We’re twins, not clones,” Max retorted. “Besides, Cassie majored in psychology at Georgetown and has always been interested in this stuff. I’d be surprised if she didn’t know it.”

Sienna rubbed her eyes and checked the time at the top of her screen. She should get up and get ready for bed but felt way too comfortable to move. She’d just started a new job last week, and her body was still adjusting after a two-month break.

That reminded her. She still had to put her lunch together for tomorrow. She’d meant to do it earlier, but it slipped her mind.

She yawned again and fought to keep her eyes open, losing the battle as she sank deeper into the couch.

Sienna woke up the next morning in their bed wearing the Wharton tee shirt she’d stolen from Max’s closet. Slightly disoriented at first, she gazed at the ceiling as she tried to remember the events of last night.

She remembered bantering with Max about love languages, and then her memory was fuzzy. She had wanted them to do an online quiz, but she must have fallen asleep before she could suggest it.

Sienna really wanted to learn his love language, and hers too in this relationship.

Max had arisen before her as usual, but his side of the bed wasn’t cold to touch, so it must not have been long. She yelped when she saw the time and quickly climbed out of bed.

A short while later, she was dressed for work except for tying back her hair. Desperate for coffee, she rushed into the kitchen to throw some snacks together since she wouldn’t have time to make anything.

She pulled up short at the sight of Max behind the counter and delicious aromas wafting from the stove.

“Good morning,” he said affably, walking around the kitchen peninsula to lock his hands around her hips and buss her on the cheek. “You look beautiful today. You should wear your hair down more often.”

He turned away to pour coffee and handed her the mug. “Heard you moving around and figured you’d need this before long.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, enjoying how his hand lingered over hers around the mug before he let go.

She sighed in pleasure as the first hint of caffeine hit her taste buds. “Something smells amazing, and it’s not just the coffee.”

Sienna watched him above the rim of the coffee mug. He wore the loose pants and tee shirt he’d slept in and hadn’t showered or shaved.

“I made you lunch,” he said, voice muffled as he reached inside the lower cabinet for a roll of wax paper. “It’s a roast beef melt on a French baguette with caramelized onions and sautéed mushrooms. Just the way you like it. ”

Sienna felt her heart turn to mush as he deftly wrapped the sandwich and covered it with foil to keep it warm. That’s when she noticed her lunch bag on the counter, the cover unzipped and flipped open. Inside were a trail mix snack, a small container of strawberry yogurt and three chocolate chip cookies.

Setting her mug down on the counter, Sienna moved into Max and wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her head back to meet his puzzled gaze.

“Thank you for this,” she nodded toward the lunch, “and knowing exactly what I need.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, cupping her face. “Taking care of you is my absolute pleasure. I’m so grateful fate brought us together.”

“I thought you didn't believe in fate,” she teased.

“I didn’t...until I met you.”

She smiled dreamily at the words, stretched on her toes and kissed the underside of his jaw.

Max tenderly put two fingers under her chin, raised her face, and then lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was short, sweet, and perfect for the moment, she thought, their foreheads leaning against each other.

“Let’s have a quick breakfast, and then I have to grab a shower and get dressed,” he said, stepping back. “I’ll make sure to be at home on time today. Maybe we can watch a movie or hit the blues club? A night out on the town. Would you like that?”

Sienna shook her head out of a daze as she glanced around the kitchen, her eyes narrowing as she put two and two together.

“Wait a minute.” She placed her hands on her hips. “Did you just practice the five love languages on me?”

She held up one hand and started counting. “Gave me coffee, complimented my appearance, kisses and hand touches, made my lunch, and a mouthwatering one at that, just because, and now quality time as a couple.”

Max just shrugged. “I read up on them last night, and they looked interesting. I didn’t know which was yours, so I figured I’d run an experiment and do all five.”

“I find that incredibly romantic,” Sienna admitted, mind boggling at the lengths he’d gone to at such short notice. “And also mildly terrifying because of how good you are at them.”

He smirked. “What can I say? Valentines are competitive as fuck and overachievers when we go after what we want.”

Max reached for her hand and tugged her close. “By the way, your love language is definitely acts of service. You practically had heart eyes when you looked at the lunch bag.”

“I know,” Sienna said. “I’ve always done things like this for everyone, but someone is looking after me for the first time in a long time. And it makes me feel so cherished.”

He squeezed her hand in acknowledgment. “In case you’re wondering, mine is quality time. I know I can be a workaholic at times. Okay, most of the time,” he amended when she made a face. “But spending time with you, just us, even if it’s having you hang out in my office while I answer emails? That’s what I love most.”

Hand in hand, they stood in the middle of the kitchen, eyes locked on each other. They needed to get to work, but both were loathe to let go of this perfect moment.

“Five more minutes?” she whispered.

“Five more minutes.”

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(Fanfiction Writing Asks)

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

Vibes? Haha. Most of my fics are definitely focused around missing scenes within the existing story framework, expanding on character relationships and adding detail to events. So I look for places where it feels like something could be expanded upon or where there's missing detail or emotional implications. (My liveblogging adventures have been very good for helping me notice where these points are I think.)

Plus requests when I am lucky enough to have some in the backlog. :D Which I do at the moment yay!

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

I was actually just thinking about this the other day as I was working on "Broken Little Puppets"; I'm much more practiced/familiar with Karlach's POV so I was a bit surprised that I ended up writing from Astarion's. "Open Your Eyes" was also originally going to be a Rasaad POV except I just randomly started writing it from Jaheira's instead (and this was before I really went down my current Jaheira fan rabbit hole XD ). A number of little liveblogging ficlets in Hector's run (this one and this one come to mind) were about his emotional turmoil but all ended up being from Karlach's perspective watching how that turmoil manifested outwardly.

Ultimately I'm not entirely sure I ever actively CHOOSE if that makes sense? I just sort of start writing and see which perspective starts centering itself, and I often surprise myself. XD

36. What fic are you proudest of?

Ahh, the dreaded self-compliment, my greatest struggle. XD

I think probably "The Two Sides of the Coin" is at the top of the heap right now. It's the deepest I've gone so far into exploring Karlach and Jaheira's friendship, it's one of the more emotionally intense things I've written, and I made a lot of strides forward in my writing and editing while working on it.

"Prayers and Hellfire" (nsfw) also pushed me way outside my comfort zone and I think turned out really well so I'm pretty proud of that too.

And if we wanna do a big throwback to my Mass Effect fic days many years ago, "Huerta Memorial" was the only longfic I've ever actually completed (hopefully "Open Your Eyes" and the as-yet-unnamed Nine-Fingers fic will join it eventually) and I'm still pretty proud of it.

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It should surprise no one to learn that my answer for this is Karlach and Jaheira. XD

One thing that I've noticed about the fanfic community that I find kind of fun is that even within the niche of writing about a particular fandom, different authors seem to carve out their own little niches within that fandom, and I think Karlach content and Jaheira content have definitely become my particular niche corner.

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2 different posts by [@]khaledbeydoun on Instagram uploaded January 2, 2024

1: "Very sad and ugly. I recognised some of the accounts. But it’s important to have a good team and network to know how to respond to those stirring up division from “within.”

This isn’t surprising to me, given the work I’ve been doing on surveillance, CVE, Islamophobia in the US and globally.

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You can’t make this up. But knowledge is power, and I’m trying to garner as much information as I can to protect people and take action."

2: "This is how they disconnect our efforts and silo people on the ground in Gaza.

Go to [@]motaz_azaiza’s page and engage as much as possible.

The suppression and censorship is getting worse and worse, and like I said in my last post, it’s being aided by some from “within”."

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[id: 1st picture is all text, it says:

I learned today, that through a formal request, that specific Arab/Muslim accounts were reporting other prominent accounts on Palestine with frivolous complaints.

Sad to say this – but some of the suppression on Palestine content is being spurred from “within” the community.

2nd image has text and a screenshot of a warning from Instagram:

Instagram won’t let me post Motaz’s posts anymore without punitive action.

-- Underneath this is a screenshot from Instagram that says:

This post could limit your account’s reach with non-followers

Your post may go against our Recommendation Guidelines. This couled impact your account’s reach on Reels, Feed Recommendations, Explore, Search, or Suggested Acctounts to people who don’t follow you.

-- Underneath this it shows the image that Instagram is warning about. It’s too small to properly see, but it’s of an injured man laying on the ground, with another man crouched near him. The uploader is [@]motaz_azaiza

3rd image if of a string of comments from the 1st picture’s comment section:

khaledbeydoun: I don’t take any of this personally. But take practical action when it harms me or others.

akacaoimhe: [@]khaledbeydoun That’s exactly what they’re being to vicious about too…the fact that you threaten them with legal action, despite the fact that they’re libelling you

anonymouspalan: [@]khaledbeydoun I watched a video today from [@]greg.j.stoker about Hasbara’s next tactics being divide and conquer. Maybe all the big accounts should post about this and make the Pro-Palestinian movement aware that this is coming up. I mean we’re already seeing it as you said.

cookieny29: [@]khaledbeydoun did everyone not watch the movie Fara?! There is always one.

osipmandelstam: [@]khaledbeydoun People aren’t making frivolous complaints. They’re naming people who take money from foundations and NGOs that support Zionism. I used to work at OSF. It has certainly never supported anything or anyone rooted in authentic resistance. That place puts the normal in normalization. I don’t know what your personal endgame is beyond gaining a large personal following and making money off these nonprofits – but you certainly aren’t a revolutionary. And anyone who loves Shaun King like you do can’t be completely above board.

margarita_consalt: [@]osipmandelstam the accounts making these frivolous accusations, like yours, are newly opened (Dec 2023) and have no followers. You are a zi@nist b@t trying to divide us. Find another hobby.

halal.around.the.globe: [@]Osipmandelstam zionist troll! /id]