#wolf has to hold himself back from actually throwing her

[spacenintendogs]

theo is a tantrum thrower

[vinylfoxbooks]

February 4 - Skirt | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 758

It’s a no-brainer really. When the girls come into the Gryffindor common room talking about how Slughorn got on their asses about wearing pants, over the weekend and in their free time to wear as they please, there’s nothing else to do. 

It’s how they ended up here, standing around in the dorm room figuring out what skirt should be worn by who. Currently, Remus has on a mid-length brown plaid skirt that Lily pulled out for him, Sirius with a leather miniskirt that Marlene gave him directly, Pete has on a long black skirt, and James is wearing a pleated red skirt they grabbed while Marlene was presenting her options for them. 

James swirls the fabric around, smiling down at the motion of it. Sirius does the same not far away from them. 

“Ready boys?” Remus asks, pushing himself up with his cane. The group agrees and they head up and out of the dorm where the girls are waiting in the common room. 

Marlene starts cackling upon seeing them, throwing her head back, “Oh my Merlin, you guys actually did it!” 

James does a little twirl, “Of fucking course we did. Any excuse to say fuck you to authority.” They reach out their hand to help her stand up. She takes their hand and moves to stand, nodding approvingly at them and Sirius. Lily and Mary stand up as well, complimenting the guys.

Sirius claps his hands, “Well lads and ladies, where shall we go?” 

“I for one,” Marlene smiles, “Think that we should go find Regulus and Dorcas and show them the glorious scene before me.” 

“You’re getting way too much amusement in this.” Remus shakes his head.  

She shoots him a look, “You can’t fucking tell me that you’re not happy seeing Sirius in that skirt.” Remus doesn’t say anything, and she crosses her arms triumphantly like she knows that she won -- everyone does. Then she grins, walks up to James and Pete and intertwines her elbows in theirs, “Let’s go girls.” And with that, she marches out of the Gryffindor common room, Remus and Sirius following behind them hand in hand with Lily talking to Remus and Mary bringing up the rear. 

They all have different reactions to the looks, James grins at everyone who dares shoot them a disgusted look, laughing when the odd person wolf whistles at them or compliments them. They walk like that in their little entourage of women wearing pants and men wearing skirts. 

They figure that Regulus and Dorcas are in the library, so the group heads that way, not before dropping by Slughorn’s classroom -- and conveniently Snape on the way -- and getting him to see their attires. Lily runs into the library to grab the two of them while the rest of the group lingers around the hallway near it. She surfaces a couple minutes later with the whole Slytherin group in tow. 

The cackle that Barty lets out upon registering what the fuck he’s looking at is nearly immediate, joined quickly by Evan. Pandora makes their way over to Lily and Mary, asking about what is going on while Dorcas makes her way to Marlene, pressing a kiss to her cheek while Regulus ventures to James, looking him up and down rather salaciously. 

Mary grins, “Slughorn was being an asshole about us wearing pants because Merlin-forbid a woman wanting to wear something that’s not a skirt for once and so the guys all agreed to take our skirts out for a ride.”

Sirius hums, giving her a triumphant grin, “I think we rock it if I do say so myself.” 

Marlene hums, “You look better in my skirt than I do.” 

Regulus hums, looking them up and down, saying lowly, “I rather not say what I’m thinking about it, my brother is here.” James grins at him, leaning down and rubbing their nose against his. 

“What do you think?” James asks, smiling as Regulus wraps his arm around their waist. They bring their arms to rest on his shoulders, holding their own hands behind his head. 

“Oi, you two.” Marlene calls to them, “Get a fucking room, and you’re not doing anything in my skirt.” 

James pulls away from him, pulling him around so they’re side to side and James has an arm draped around his shoulder, “I mean… it is easier with clothes off.” Regulus rolls his eyes but reaches up with his free hand to grab at the one they have dangling over his shoulder. 

“My brother!” Sirius shouts, making the group laugh.

[lycheedr3ams]

ℑ𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

werewolf!könig x fem!reader

Prologue | October 29th | October 30th | October 31st

Summary: You're a bakery worker in the small, isolated town of Heiligenblut, Austria. König is a hunter and lumberjack who stays to himself and always has an aura of mystery and darkness. and through a series of strange circumstances, you're the one to uncover his secret. (set in the modern-day) CW: fem she/her reader, no use of y/n, adult content, predator/prey dynamics, werewolf-fucking, mentions of animal carcasses and blood, a bit unsettling at times, slight dub-con Note: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG BUT I FINALLY DID IT! also here's the link to the rest of the series if this is your first time finding it

WC: idk

LORE EXPLANATION, READ BEFORE PROCEEDING: i had to make up some of my own werewolf lore mixed with real world history, so plz bear with me: when a werewolf falls in love with someone, and that person also falls for them, the werewolf becomes spiritually tied to this person. when this spiritual connection is created, the werewolf's ties to the spiritual realms are interrupted. the werewolf must physically bond with the person whom the feelings are mutual with to restore the werewolf's connection to the other realms. Halloween is the day when that veil between our world and the spiritual one is thinned, allowing for connections to take place. this is why people always wore costumes: to scare off the ghosts that came onto our plane during this time. i can't say anything else without spoiling it, just know most of this is NOT from folklore, i just made up my own werewolf lore bc plot~

this is the last part! get ready for some werewolf sex lol.. I felt kinda weird writing this, plz don't judge

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME A YEAR

previously on October 30th...

könig slowly closed the distance between you two, his arms returning to his sides. you looked up at him, feeling a bit jumpy; he had been so unpredictable this whole night. he placed his large hands on your shoulders, engulfing each one, and gently pressed his fingers into you. his attempt at holding you close, maybe? but his arms seemed to tremble, and his breathing was shaky and loud, almost like he was a crazed man. you leaned away a little, but könig brought his masked mouth to your hear.

"please," he whispered desperately into your ear, his voice slightly cracking. his entire body trembled before you. "please help me."

October 31st - midnight

you looked at könig with your head slightly tiled to the side. help him? "what do you mean?" you asked. "if you're talking about hunting, I can't help you with that."

könig pressed his fingers into your shoulders a little more, his large form trembling. "yes, actually, you can." he said cryptically.

you glanced around his cabin. there were no guns, no bows or arrows, no traps, nothing at all that looked like it could remotely kill a deer or wild boar. könig sensed your hesitation.

"do not be afraid," he said through gritted teeth. he took a few steps back from you, his arm wrapped around his stomach almost as if he was going to throw up. your eyes widened.

"what's wrong? are you sick?" you took a few steps towards him, but he stepped back again.

"don't get any closer...not yet," he said quietly. he looked at you from the corner of his eye. you had thought his eyes were brown, but maybe it was the lighting that seemed to turn them golden.

"könig, just tell me what's going on! the whole town is wondering what happened to you and why there's no feast for Halloween!"

König's demeanor shifted, and a noticeable tremor ran through his spine. it almost looked like he was convulsing, or being possessed by something. your heart skipped.

"ah, so that's what they say?" his voice was suddenly more menacing, the words almost coming out as a snarl. "they think I am incapable. sheep begrudging the wolf."

“Um… well, just tell me what’s going on,” you offered with a shaky voice.

König stared at you for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as he thought. “You won’t believe me” he huffed out.

“Try me.”

…

König’s demeanor grew nervous for a moment. He fidgeted with something in his pocket and his eyes darted around. “I’ve just been having a problem.”

“With what? Just tell me König” you said pleadingly.

“Have you ever wondered why I always catch the best meat out of the other hunters? Why I’m so solitary, why I never train anyone to hunt with me?”

You took a shaky breath in. “Yes, I have.”

König’s chest tightened. “It’s… because…because I’m a werewolf,” he said in his thick Austrian accent.

You froze, and couldn’t help laughing for a moment. “König, werewolves aren’t real.”

“They are!” He yelled, causing you to shrink back in fear. He slumped his shoulders and stepped back, regret clear in his eyes. “They are real. But I can’t show you because of my problem.”

You stared at König with an incredulous expression. Why the hell was he saying he’s a werewolf? But if you thought about it, if anyone was a werewolf, it definitely would be him.

“Okay. So you’re a werewolf” you repeat. “How could I possibly help you with that?”

König’s cheeks reddened slightly under his mask, an expression you had never seen from him before.

“It’s… hard to explain. I swear I’m not making it up.”

You nodded. “Just tell me.”

König took a long breath before fidgeting with something in his pocket again. His eyes were averted from yours as he spoke.

“When a werewolf… falls for a human, their soul becomes tied to them. I know it sounds crazy,” König stared pacing around the cabin, his steel-toed boots thudding against the tattered wood flooring. “The werewolf can’t transform until they know their feelings have been returned. But that’s not all of it.”

You stood silently, waiting for him to continue. He took another deep breath.

“The werewolf can’t transform out of his human state until he… he…” König looks away, almost shamefully. “Until he is intimate with the object of his affection.”

Your heart skipped and your cheeks got hot. Intimate? “Like….”

“Ja,” König nodded. “Like… that.”

You blushed. “So let me get this straight. You’re a werewolf. You’ve secretly liked me but didn’t know I liked you back. You can’t transform into a werewolf again until you’re intimate with me?”

“…Ja” König said flatly after a pause.

“This… this is insane,” you said.

“I know it sounds insane. But listen, bitte” he almost pleaded. “The reason why I haven’t gotten any prey for the festival, the reason everyone is doubting me, is because I can’t transform. And it’s all because I fell for you.”

You took a deep breath. “So if we’re intimate, you can become a werewolf and hunt again?”

“Ja,” König said.

“Fine. All right.”

König’s eyes seemed to light up. “Really? Do you agree?”

“I do,” you said with a nod. “If it means everything will go back to normal, then I will. I mean, I can’t lie… I’ve wanted to do this with you for a while now.”

König’s eyes turned predatory, and you thought you nearly saw a wolf in that moment.

…

König restrained himself as much as he could. He helped you onto the bed and hovered over you, his body heat emanating in waves. Your breathing instantly deepened. Just the presence of König from over the bakery counter was intimidating, but having this beast of a man on top of you? You thought you could’ve turned tail and ran.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked as he tilted your chin up with his index finger. You nodded breathlessly, and he didn’t waste a moment before pressing his chapped lips onto your soft ones. you thought he must've been starving with the way he was gently gnawing on your plush bottom lip, or with the way he lapped at your mouth when you parted your lips for him. you tried to back away slightly, just to catch your breath, but he held the back of your head firmly with his large palm, his fingers slightly digging into your scalp as he smushed his face into yours. when konig was finally out of breath, he looked at you with wide eyes, and you wiped your cheeks clean with your sleeve.

the air was thick with tension, nothing but the sound of the crackling fire and wind in the trees to fill the silence. until suddenly, konig pounced on you. his kisses were even sloppier than before, his large body pinning you down on the deer-fur carpet on the cabin floor. he hastily yanked at your clothes, growling when they got in his way. you helped him take off your clothes, but he was too eager and didn't even wait until you were fully nude. your panties hung on one of your ankles, one bra strap still clung to your shoulder.

konig looked at you with the most desperate look a man had ever given you. his eyes were half-lidded, and his lips half-parted as he breathed heavily from between them.

"you ready, ja?" he asked as he unceremoniously ran two fingers between your lips, feeling your warm slick. you mewled, not expecting the pleasure from his rough, calloused fingers so soon. he looked at you, almost with intrigue, as he teasingly rubbed your clit. you squirmed slightly, your eyes shutting as you moaned. but konig couldn't wait for you to orgasm. he tugged his pants zipper down, not even bothering to undress at all.

"i can't wait, i need you now". he parted your pussy lips with his large fingers and sunk into your slick, wet heat. you both moaned in unison at the delicious stretch of his cock.

he tried to be gentle at first. he really did. but he finally had you. he couldn't hold back, not at all. the filthy, wet, sticky sounds of your coupling filled the cabin as he rutted into you like a rabid animal. he grunted when he saw your breasts heaving with his thrusts, knowing that you were feeling so good because of him.

his grunts filled your ears as he pinned you up and open, your knees by your ears. his head was bent next to yours, forehead on the floor as he pounded into you. he gasped and groaned, feeling your warm, tight, wet heat around him. your face was contorted in ecstasy, your toes curling.

but suddenly, konig's eyes seemed to...change color? he groaned loudly, almost as in pain, and you felt fur rather than his sweat-slicked skin against your chest. before you understood what was happening, konig had transformed into a werewolf. even though konig had explained to you what he really was, you hadn't expected this of all things, for him to turn into a werewolf while he was fucking you.

but the pleasure he was now giving you, with his large, girthy cock was just enough to completely make you unable to think. all you could do was take, take the pounding that this man-beast was now giving you. You didn’t even have the brain power to think about any embarrassing faces or noises you were making from the sheer pressure and heat and force that his cock was giving you. The rickety wood of the floorboards creaked rhythmically as konig, in full werewolf form, fucked you on the floor of his cabin.

His fucking was not gentle, and it was so intense and loud and hot that it made you see stars. One of konigs large, half-human half-beast paws gripped the back of your head when it tipped back against the floor. His claws gently pricked at the edge of your years, causing your spine to tingle and your walls to flutter. It was single-handedly the worst and best physical sensation you had ever experienced.

His growls sounded in your ear as his thrusts lost their rhythm and grew erratic. You heard garbled words in your ear as he tried to speak with his wolf muzzle, but you couldn’t make out any words. You pulled on the fur of his back as he mated with you, your toes curling in the air and back arching at the delicious feeling of his werewolf cock inside you.

Suddenly, his cock went deeper and what you now realized was his knot slipped into you. You gasped from the slight burn of the stretch, but your insides were quickly soothed when he came inside you, a pleasant and full warm feeling that leaked out from where you two were joined. You panted as if you had just sprinted, while his breaths came in huffs from between sharp, gritted teeth. You closed your eyes for how long you weren’t sure, and konig was human again when you came to, lying naked beside you.

“I must hunt.” He said matter of factly as he stood up and got dressed. “Are you okay?”

You couldn’t find the words to speak, not after everything that had happened. Not only did you just fuck the untouchable konig, you fucked the untouchable werewolf konig.

“How…am I dreaming?” You asked.

Konig leaned down beside you and brushed your hair away from your face. “Nein, you are not dreaming. It is real. I will be back. Stay here.”

And just like that, konig left the cabin in the dead of night.

…

You awoke the next morning lying in konigs bed, covered in soft fur blankets. You blinked open your eyes and saw konig sitting by the fireplace, staring into the flames. His normal black face mask was back on, and his eyes widened when he saw you were awake.

“Are you hungry?” He asked simply.

You nodded. Konig got to fixing you a plate of food, fresh catch from what you assumed was his hunt last night. He kneeled down next to the bed and gently, almost reverently, placed the plate in your lap. He watched you as you ate.

Konig cleared his throat. “Because of you…I was able to bring meat back for the festival. I hunted all I could, and the festival went on.”

You nodded, not really sure what to say. Konig noticed.

“I know you must be thinking about a lot right now. Just eat. Everything will be okay. I am not a monster.” The crinkle in the corner of his eyes betrayed a smile hidden underneath that face mask.

You smiled and shook your head, realizing how sore your body was from the events of last night. You supposed that konigs secret didn’t matter, as long as you got to benefit from it every full moon.

Thank you all for being here

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[spiralingemptyness]

Clone wars hc

Been lurking on tumblr for a bit (while) and decided to throw my own clone wars hc cause the hyperfixation be hyper fixated (sorry for any spelling errors).

Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan are bffs - They both lose their robes and seem to flirt with anything that walks. meaning they have get togethers and give each other flirting advice.

Jocasta Nu and Admrial Yularen are BAMF, and are severly underrated. you don't get away with hurting someone they care about unpunished.

Rex's first thought of ashoka was "that's a child" followed by "that's a child on a battle field" and then "that's a child on a battle field with no clothes, what the kark".

One of the shinies from Monnk's battalion definitely asked Fisto (while high on pain meds) if he lactates and monnk and fisto lost their shit and couldn't stop laughing for 5 min straight.

Kix (and other medics by default) have tranq/hypo guns for any vode or jedi that try to leave med bay when on bed rest.

Fox and Amidala gossip and constantly talks shit about Palpatine

Kit Fisto Smile Supremacy, this man win's best smile, it never fails to cheer someone up.

Rex definitely twirls his guns before putting them in his holsters when he's done using them

Bly is obviously in love with Aayla, and he tries to hide it (and fails miserably) but he's so respectful about loving her and swooning, that Quinlan couldn't even give him a shovel talk.

the clones were absolutely baffled when they met the jedi's

Wolffe and Fox are twins, they might be at each others throats 90% of the time, but if you talk shit about the one of them, the other won't hesitate to beat your ass.

Monnk says the most off handed shit in a dead pan tone (ex. Monnk: well I'm not gonna live, laugh, love this. Fisto, laughing his ass off: I-I'm Sorry? Monnk: I'm just saying this is gonna be a bitch)

Plo Koon is Plo Buir, He's at least adopted the Wolf Pack and Ashoka

the 501st and Ashoka are siblings

Grey adopted Caleb Dume

The Iron Battalion/13th battalion took one look at Cal and immediately adopted him

Ponds isn't dead (cause fuck canon), he found Boba before his schemes could go off and made him a deal, He helps Boba plan the assassination attempts on Windu (he trust his general won't die, but he gave him more headaches) so there's no casualties, but slowly the attempts stop and now Boba just lives in the 91st venator's vents.

The first time Cody picked up Obi-Wan's lightsaber he thought it was so cool, and now he just wants to glue the damn thing into his hand

Hound spoils Grizzer, he absolutely adores the massif

Jesse make sure Kix is actually taking care of himself, and make sure he's not over working (and when necessary, he uses a hypo to make sure Kix sleeps, cause Kix will hold that over his head and pay him back for it)

Fox and Thorn are opposites but they are really close

The corrie guard has a list of all the good and bad senators

The most forms that Monnk and Cody (and occasionally Ponds) fill out are forms for more robes

Cody's name is Kote (but goes by Cody cause so many nat borns mispronounce it) and Obi-Wan randomly asked if that was his name, and Cody was just utterly shocked

After Umbara, Fox say a very traumatized trooper (it's Dogma) who is facing shitty consequences for doing the right thing and adopts him into the guard

After Kix woke up from his stasis and found artoo's (again, fuck canon) he would stay up on nights he couldn't sleep and watch videos of him and his vode from artoo's memory bank

Clones using their Jedi's lightsaber - Cody using Kenobi's lightsaber after he loses it for the millionth time, Rex using it to back ventress away from ashoka, Fox finding quinlan's in a dumpster (with quinlan in said dumpster)

Hound let's grizzer purposely tackle people when he can easily apprehend them because it's funny or because whoever he's chasing pissed him off and he's petty

Yoda is the ultimate menace (like srs palpitine hates his ass, but yoda -and everyone else- hates him even more)

Yoda still keeps in touch with Rys, Jek, and Thire (mainly Thire) after the treaty or smth

The Corrie found Quinlan Vos in a dumpster and now he won't stop bugging them (expecially Fox)

Fox is a walking encyclopedia of every republic laws, you do one minor thing wrong and he can quote every law you broke, word to word

A trooper (let's call him Sharks) from Fisto and Monnk's battalion can just get a group of sharks to gather around, at every planet, every time, without fail

Plo's disappointed dad sigh can make a separatist army fold into defeat

Kenobi absolutely loathes caf, he hates it with a passion

Each high ranking clone officer has to deal with something of their jedi - Cody has to deal with Kenobi flirting with seperatist and losing his lightsaber, Rex has to deal with his general constantly crashing ships, his batshit crazy plans and his general continuously using the force to throw him, Monnk has to deal with his general randomly "shedding" clothes, and all the clones have to deal with their generals and commanders not wearing armor (Except for Jaro Tapal, HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO WEARS ARMOR)

Corrie Guard can sleep standing up, very useful when guarding in the pods during senate meetings

The nice Senators (mainly Chuichi, Amidala, and Organa) and Vos very often get things for the Coruscant Guards, and whenever the guard see's the gifts they are baffled and bamboozled

Rex called dibs on Domino squad after the moon mission

Echo and Fives without hesitation took Tup and Dogma under their wing

Fives, Hardcase and Jesse started a prank war in the 501st that accidently evolved into a GAR wide prank war (with Coruscant being neutral ground, cause the guard doesn't need to deal with that shit, doesn't mean they don't help out)

Fox holds ALL the blackmail, and has multiple informants in every battalion, plus he has the power to withhold caf shipments

Fox also regularly reads his batchmates mission reports to mae sure their ok

The Corrie guard accidently adopted a stray tooka and a loth cat, now they're the guards emotional support animals

Rex keeps complaining about his brothers flirting with their jedi's that he didn't even realized that he third wheeled between Anakin and Padme that he joined their relationship

every mothers or fathers day without fail, shaak ti and plo koon always gets presents and gifts from their children (troopers and cadets.... and ashoka)

Coric is Kix's Ori'vod, he didn't admit it at first but Kix grew on him and well medics stay togeth

Coric purposely avoided being CMO of the 501st because they are hellions, Kix wanted to strangle him after he realized what being CMO of the 501st meant

Rex was on the 212th with Cody when Anakin was still a padawan

Rex hates evals, natural blonde plus Kamino is a recipe for hell. Also he was shocked at Skywalker being nonchalant about his hair, Anakin just though it made him cooler

That's all I have for now, if you see any you've seen before my bad, I honestly just typed the first that came to mind and kinda spiraled from there. I'm just now starting to interact with tumblr, so I might upload more and maybe even some art if I can stay focused long enough.

[feyhunter78]

Hiiii. I just read the new chapter of lab partners and it was 10/10 as always 🥰 Also I got another idea! What a about a pool party?👀 Now that Miggy is more popular he is invited to a pool party and he sees Y/N on a cute swimsuit and he goes crazy, but tries to keep it together to not look like a creep in front of her 😂 Especially when things are more tense after they almost kissed 👀👀👀👀

Thank you love!!!! I definitely wanted to lean into the tension left over from their almost kiss👀 I'm also using this one to set up the post I'll put out on V-Day!!!!

Pool Party

Artist cred: Supayell on Instagram!

He hates his brother, not really, but he does want to kill him. It was Gabriel’s idea to invite everyone over, to rent one of their apartment’s pools and throw a party. So now here Miguel is, forced to watch as you gallivant around in a dark blue bikini, with adorable little white hearts all over it, while he’s trying to keep himself from revealing his difficult situation.

Gabriel pushes the cabana’s curtains back even further than they were before and flops into the pool chair next to him, handing him some mixed drink in a red solo cup. “Enjoying the view?” Gabriel asks, lowering his sunglasses and letting out a wolf whistle in you and Mina’s direction. “Lookin’ good baby.”

Mina rolls her eyes but smiles and blows him a kiss, before linking arms with you and dragging you off towards a few of your other friends.

You’re so happy, smiling and giggling, drink in hand, swaying your head slightly in time with the music. He knows you, knows you love to dance, but there’s too many people here that you don’t know, so you stick with Mina, and stay away from the cleared out space in front of the speakers.

“It’s a nice party.” Miguel says, sipping on his drink. The taste of coconut rum coats his tongue, the pineapple juice mixed in, dulling the sting of the alcohol. He can barely feel it, a sense of dread making his mouth go numb when he sees you making your way over, a bottle of sunscreen in your hand and a drink in the other.

You smile at him, then give him a confused look when Gabriel squeezes his shoulder and bounds off towards a now unoccupied Mina.

“He’s probably going to try to convince her to go back to the apartment with him.” Miguel jokes, swallowing hard as he realizes just how pretty you look.

Your hair shines in the sun, your skin practically glowing, and your breasts—fuck he’s got to keep it together, he needs to look literally anywhere else—his eyes land on your lips, curled up in a smile, your lips glossy with chapstick, soft and supple looking. Not better, not better at all, because now he’s thinking about kissing you.

He shifts in his seat, praying no one notices the awkward way he’s sitting. Thankfully, the side curtains of the cabana are still down, so he just has to worry about anyone walking in…and you.

“He can try, but I know Mina’s been waiting all week for this party, there’s no way she’ll leave.” You laugh, shaking the sunscreen that’s in your hand, before downing your drink and setting it on the ground next to you.

“Yeah…are you enjoying the party?” Miguel asks, taking a big swig of his drink. Liquid courage, right?

“I mean, the drinks are good, music’s good, snacks are great, and I got to wear my new swimsuit, so yeah, I’d say I’m enjoying myself.” You gesture to your bathing suit as if it isn’t the very thing Miguel is trying not to look at.

“I like the color.” He says, taking another swig of his drink.

You beam up at him and toy with the strings holding the bottoms together. “Thank you, I was a little worried it would be too dark, but I actually really like it.”

His inebriated mind plies him with an image of you undoing those strings and letting him feast, suffocating him with your soft thighs, biting down on your fist to keep the others from hearing your moans.

He nearly groans aloud at the thought, hiding his face in his drink.

“Can I try that?” You ask, shifting to tuck your legs under you, your full attention on him.

“W-What?” He stutters, trying to banish the lewd image from his mind and focus on your words.

“Your drink, you’ve basically been chugging it, it’s gotta be good.” You elaborate, giving him a playful smile.

“Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, of course.” He hands you the drink, and you bring it to your mouth then frown.

“It’s empty.” You pout at him, leaning forward to set it on the small wooden table beside him, the stretch of your body, your bare skin brushing against his, makes his head swim.

“Sorry?” He manages to get out, his hand shooting to grip the side of the pool chair for stability.

“No worries, I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He bets you can. Bets he’d fit perfectly, lying below you as you ease yourself down onto his coc—

Suddenly, you turn your back to him and pull your hair up off your neck. “Do you mind putting sunscreen on my back? I want to get back in the sun, but I don’t want to burn.”

He’s going to die, right here, right now.

“Yeah, sure I—I can do that.” He takes the sunscreen from you, apologizing when you hiss from the change in temperature.

You both sit quietly as he rubs the sunscreen in, making sure there’s no white cast, his large hands smoothing over your back, and shoulders, taking care to get every inch while trying to remain as respectful as possible.

“I have to—do you mind—?” He lifts the thick strips of fabric that keep your bathing suit together ever so slightly, waiting for you to nod, or pull away.

“No, no, you’re good, I’ll just…” You hold your top to your body with one hand just in case as Miguel rubs the lotion in, much quicker than before.

“Okay, I think you’re all good.” He says, snapping the cap back on the bottle.

You don’t turn around, staring at the canvas of the cabana. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

He nods, before realizing you obviously can’t see him. “Yeah, of course, anything.”

You turn now, but you won’t meet his eyes, too focused on fidgeting with your nails. They’re different shades of pink, a pleasant gradient ending in white on your thumbs. “My sorority’s semiformal, Valentine’s Day dance thing is coming up, would you maybe want to go with me?”

He’s stunned, frozen, astounded, flabbergasted, astonished, a dozen other words to say he’s shocked. Shocked that you’re asking him. That you want him to come with you to this event, honestly, he’s still shocked you want to be seen in public with him.

Do you feel the same way he does? He’s been hoping, praying, your almost kiss lingering, haunting him, plaguing his dreams, his every waking moment.

He says yes at the same time you say, “as friends,” and his world shatters.

“I don’t want to make you feel weird or anything, no pressure, just two friends have a good time at a Valentine’s themed dance.” You give him a smile, but he knows you, knows it’s fake, and he feels a twinge of hope in his chest once more.

“It’s not weird.” He reassures you, wishing he had another drink to drown his maybe sorrows maybe half-baked hope in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Okay yay! I’ll figure out our outfits and all the details, and I’ll get them to you.”

You bound off in the direction of your friends, leaving Miguel’s skin tingling, his heart hurting, and his stomach twisted into knots.

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows

[otakubimbo]

.The Rabbit and The Wolf

Bad date and confessions

You’re still trying to get your not a date but a date with Iruka out of your head when you get some information that sends you into a spiral.

MDNI. MATURE CONTENT.

Ch 1 2 3 4 5

master list

OBN: okay so i realized that i uploaded chapter 4 twice so here's chp 5, it's a lil shorter than the regular chapters cause i cut the original into 2. hehe. mwah!

All night long Kakashi’s face plagued your dreams, tossing and turning with the thoughts of him. As you awake, if you could even call it that since you didn’t even sleep, you realize you’re covered in sweat and your bonnet has escaped you in the night.

“Fuck” You groan attempting to pull yourself from the entrapment of your sheets. It was a long day before it even began, dragging yourself to the bathroom to get a good look at yourself. Yeah, you looked exactly like how you felt. Like shit. Hopefully, a shower will fix you up a bit; the steaming hot water should put some life back into you.

After your shower, you hadn’t even realized that you were already running behind, you would have to go visit your sister after training or you would be late. Barley putting yourself together, you hurry to the training grounds, but you are still late to your standards especially since Sasuke was already there.

“You look terrible” He comments, noticing you as you walk up.

“Thanks, didn’t notice.” You say pushing your palm into his forehead for his rudeness.

“Must have been one hell of a date.”

You groan with an exaggerated roll of your eyes telling him to watch his mouth, “It wasn’t a date Sasu, first of all. Second, where is your respect for your sensei and her personal life?”

“I’ve known you for too long for that to matter,” he says casually which makes you roll your eyes even harder as you give your body the stretch that he needed. Unfortunately, he was right, he was like a little brother to you, and just like a little brother, he was annoying.

“Are you seeing him again?” His question throws you off guard. He wasn’t one to usually ask these kinds of questions.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you nosy today? I mean, Yeah, we are friends. We will see each other when ya know we all hang or whatever.” You respond with a shrug of your shoulders.

“So, it didn’t go well.” He comments chuckling to himself. You flick him right in the forehead this time.

“Please stop” You groan putting your face into your hands. The last thing you wanted was more reminders of last night.

Eventually, the rest of the team shows up, well besides Kakashi of course, and they immediately both start pestering you about last night. The vein in your head would explode at any moment if they wouldn’t stop bothering you about it, so you made them a deal. If they could land a hit on you before Kakashi showed up, you would tell them about your night. You assumed it was going to be easy, except the training that you had been putting them through was having them show actual improvements. There were movements that you could feel they may have to take them with some type of seriousness.

“Well better luck next time, kids” You chuckle taking a place beside Kakashi as soon as he decides to arrive, “Took you long enough.” You elbow him in his side.

“I was actually late for a reason today. We have a mission.” He states holding up a scroll in his hand. “We just must deliver this, simple enough. But there is a festival happening in the village we are going to so I thought it would be nice. A reward for all the hard work.”

Naruto and Sakura celebrate, of course, while you look at the man confused. You place your hand on the side of his face to check for warmth.

“You sick? Who are you and what have you done with Kakashi?” You question as you’re still trying to gauge his temperature. He swats your hand away. You have never known this man to do anything easy.

“Yes, I’m fine. There's nothing wrong with taking things easy for once.” He remarks casually.

“Hmmn, well y’all have fun with that.”

“Oh. You’re coming on this mission too.”

“Me?” You question and you can see him smirking under his mask.

“Yes, you.” He responds, bringing even more joy out of Naruto. “We can discuss the details of the mission. Everyone else go get ready, it’ll be a three-day trip.” He dismisses the kids, and you stand there knowing that there must be something else going on for you to also have to go.

“So, what’s the actual mission?” You ask him once the kids leave.

“Your favorite, a little recon, a little stealing intel.”

A huge grin spreads across your face. These were your favorite missions, and they were always your favorite with Kakashi because there would always end up being some type of bet involved between the two of you.

“Oh, this is going to be fun. Just like old times. I knew you weren’t getting soft on me” You playfully pushed him.

“There really is a festival and I do want the kids to enjoy themselves, that wasn’t a lie.”

“Awh you are getting soft on me in your old age.” You laugh at him while he just rolls his eye, and you stick your tongue back out at him in return. You were really excited for this. Back to what you were good at, what you loved. Maybe get to fight a bit, hopefully. You haven’t gotten your hands dirty in so long.

The two of you go your separate ways and you head to see your sister since you didn’t get to see her that morning.

The first thing out of her mouth when she sees you is about your ‘NOT’ date, which makes you immediately groan before you fill her in on everything that happened. By the time you were done, your sister was laughing her ass off at the whole ordeal.

“It’s honestly not that funny.” You grumble crossing your arms. Your sister was laughing so hard it was bringing tears to her eyes, which she wiped away before settling down.

“It actually is considering you didn’t view it as a date at all and then he had such confidence to kiss you. It’s hilarious.”

At the very least, you were glad to bring a smile to her face even if it was at your expense. She was looking better and healthier, she even was feeling better according to her. Maybe she would be able to leave soon, you hoped.

“Anyways,” You start, making her lay back down “I actually have a mission to go on tomorrow with Team 7.”

“They’re sending those kids on such a dangerous mission it requires you to go?” She questions, a bit concerned.

“Nah, it's mainly a mission for me and Kakashi, they’re just coming with us because the old softy wants them to go to this festival.”

“Awh, he really is a sweet man” She compliments, and you snort.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It should be a fun easy mission though.”

“Good, I know you're ready to get back out instead of babysitting your big sister.”

“Don’t be silly, you always come before anything. You and me.” Your hand reaches out to hers, grasping her small fingers gently.

“You and me” She repeats back to you, using her other hand to pat yours, “I know.” Her smile is soft and gentle.

The two of you talked casually after that, about random things and whatnot until you had to leave. As you leave the hospital, you run into Kakashi.

“How’s she doing?” He asks as a greeting.

A smile sets on your features, your eyes softening with the thought of her “She’s doing really good actually, a lot better. I really think she could make it through this. Ya know, unlike our mom.” The smile on your face, wavering a bit.

“Well, she’s strong like you so I know she’ll be fine,” he says attempting to calm your thoughts, it’s as if he can hear the worried voice in the back of your head.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You say, pausing to look at him, realizing you had never thanked him for looking after your sister while you were away. “Uhm, thanks by the way.”

He looked down at you confused, “For what?”

“Ya know, checking on my sister and everything while I was off on all those missions.” You say avoiding his gaze.

“Of course, the both of you mean a lot to me, “he says so casually as if that didn’t make you stop breathing for a second.

‘The both of you’.

If you meant so much to him, why did he leave you alone after your night together and then immediately avoid you? If you were going on this mission with him, you would have to ask him. It had been hanging in your thoughts for too long.

“Thanks anyways. Can we walk and talk?” You ask nervously, not knowing how you would be able to approach this.

“Uh, sure.” He says and you immediately turn and start walking in the direction of your house feet moving automatically. “What did you want to talk about?” Your behavior was confusing him because you’re not one to act so nervous, hands fumbling with a shruniken with your lips pursed in thought.

“I was just thinking” You start not knowing where to really go with the conversation. He can tell there is really something on your mind so he’s patient and allows you to get your thoughts together.

“Ya know this is our first mission together since before my sister's wedding.”

“It is” he commented, assuming where this conversation was going. He just thought you were going to let it go by the way you had been acting previously.

“And then my sister's wedding happened.” You continue, even though you brought up the topic it was as if you were avoiding the main point.

“it did” His gaze follows down to your face as you steel your nerves to proceed.

“And then what happened after.”

“And then what happened after.” He repeated back to you, making you stop in your tracks to face him. You finally look up to meet his gaze on you. His expression is unreadable, but you knew you had to continue regardless of your hesitations. What were you supposed to be afraid of?

“Why did you leave and then disappear on me?” You ask, looking him dead in the face hoping your voice sounded stronger than you felt. There was a long silence between the two of you. His face is still unreadable, and you hoped he couldn’t see the small panic you were feeling. Luckily for you, your expression was as unreadable as his to him. Eventually, he’s the first one to break eye contact with a sigh.

“Because afterward, I realized I was in love with my best friend,” he confessed, lifting his head back up to hold your gaze once again.

 It felt like your brain stopped working for a second. The gears in your head are completely unmoving.

“I’m sorry. What?” You ask, as your brain finally comes back online.

“I said,” He took a step forward, taking your face into his hand. The rough pads of his fingers move along your cheek. “That night I realized I was in love with you. That I had been in love with you for so long. And that terrified me because I didn’t want to lose you.”

You just stare up at him, eyes big as saucers blinking.

“You were in love with me?” You ask barely above a whisper. This was not what you expected.

“I am in love with you.” He corrected. ‘Am’ present tense.

taglist: @smarsd

[angstintensifer]

Hunter Huntsman headcanons

Hunter knows more than he'd like about shoes because he always listens to Ashlynn's many facts about them.

Hunter plays Minecraft with Cerise, Cedar and Sparrow, sometimes he teams up with Cerise just to kill Sparrow on Minecraft.

Hunter lets Dexter play Tailer Quick in their dorm room and keeps it a secret because Dexter doesn't want to get teased for it, but Hunter was already used to it anyway because Ashlynn is also a fan.

Hunter always lets Dexter vent to him about anything, he's a very good listener.

Hunter is very good at keeping things to himself as he has been hiding things about himself from his parents for years.

Hunter gets fairy down on himself a lot, because he knows he will never be the son or huntsman his father wants and while he doesn't want that destiny, he feels ashamed that he can't live up to it.

Cerise is older than Hunter and he has often come to her when he needs advice or to vent.

Hunter and Cerise are fairy good friends, he always suspected Cerise was hiding something but since he hides things about himself as well he never asked her about it and respected her privacy.

Their mothers are actually friends. Hunter's mother once made a comment about Hunter and Cerise "liking" each other in front of them and they both laughed because they never saw each other that way.

Hunter's phone contains millions of pics of Fern, Ashlynn, him and Ashlynn, Pesky, sunsets and any of his favourite wooden works.

Hunter always takes a picture of a good sunset or sun rise.

He is a terrible hexter and doesn't use his phone a lot.

He wants to be good at poetry, because he thought it would impress Ashlynn, but he's not, he's awful at it. (Literally the episode Cedar wood would love to lie)

Hunter can tell something is wrong with Pesky if Pesky isn't throwing nuts at him.

Hunter once scolded Pesky coldly for accidently hitting Ashlynn with a nut.

His favourite artist is Hozier.

Ashlynn is his go to person when he messes up.

He does not like Sparrow, at all. At first it was general annoyance, then it was Sparrow teaming up with Duchess in the exposure of him and Ashlynn's relationship, and then it was back to general annoyance but their friendship has improved because Hunter doesn’t like to hold grudges.

Hunter made the tiny satchel Pesky wears, and he made one for Fern as well.

When Fern learned to walk, Hunter insisted on taking her out for her first walk around the enchanted forest, his parents trusted him because they know he would protect her.

Once he tried on a pair of heels at Ashlynn's shop to see what they felt like, he tripped and accidently damaged them, he vowed to never do it again and paid damages for them.

Ashlynn tips him for delivering shoes, he fought her on it because he only did it as an excuse to see her.

He once beat Daring in a sword fight. Daring made him promise to never tell anyone. (He lied and only told Cerise)

Apple was never close with Hunter even though they share a story but after his relationship with Ashlynn was exposed, Apple lost some respect for him for betraying their story and with that causing her friend to betray hers (no one actually talks abt this and I didn’t even think abt it until I read Gumjesters eah rewrite and Apple made one comment to Hunter during true hearts day and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since)

He is a trans man (I know this is v popular headcanon for him but I adore it and I had to include it bc I love it sm)

Despite being a rebel Hunter is still afraid of telling his parents he doesn’t want to follow his story, he knows he will let them down and he wants to put that off for as long as he can. He thinks they won’t support his decision and his romance.

Hunter and Pesky met when Hunter rescued him from a wolf by distracting the wolf with some meat. Hunter showed Pesky he wasn’t a killer and gained his trust.

He is a great horse rider and has ridden Ashlynn’s dragon (the one from dragon games)

[legendofmorons]

Hold my hand (It's a long way down) - War quartet

A look at what the relationship between Myrah, Captain, Mask, and Sailor looked like. A look at how far they'll go and how they cope.

Told from Mask's perspective.

Sometimes, when the world is crashing down, you just need your big sister to distract you.

Mask paces the medical tent with Proxi trailing his steps. He dosen't know what's happening, and no one will let him leave the tent either. He is still waiting for news on Link, and on Sailor. All he wants is for every one to be okay. All he wants is to fix it!

(All Mask wants right now is for Myrah to come pet his hair and tell him it's going to be okay. She's never lied to him.)

He can hear the rain pouring outside and the last he saw Myrah she was putting on the fierce deity mask. His mind won't stop racing. His feet can't stop moving.

Proxi tries to soothe his worries but it's all Mask can do to keep from screaming.

Lightning crashes outside as someone screams. Shadows whip about unnaturally even within the tent. (The deity always taps into the powers she apparently has. Midna plans to help teach her some shadow stuff, but that is for later.)

Time starts to blur together. Minutes and hours are one and the same.

Laughter rings outside, echoing unnaturally.

Then finally it stops.

Footsteps sound behind him but Mask dosen't bother to turn.

"Seedling?" Myrah's voice asks, gentle and warm.

Mask spins around and finds the woman standing behind him, blood and mud on her but mostly unharmed. His mask is nowhere to be seen, but he's sure she put it in the enchanted satchel on her hip.

She gives a little wave.

"Myrah!" He cries.

She sinks to her knees in the middle of the medical tent, opening her arms for the boy as she smiles softly. "Hey kiventa, any news on Cap and Sailor?"

She looks genuinely unbothered by the place and the grime on her. She seems perfectly at home on the floor of the medical tent.

Mask throws himself into her arms, shaking like a leaf as he clings to her. "Not yet."

"Alright," She says, wrapping the boy in her arms, "Have you eaten anything?"

Her arms are steady despite it all.

"No."

He dosen’t understand what it is with her and making sure he eats three meals a day. He's fine on one meal every day and no more...

She hums once, "We'll have to fix that. How will you kick ass if you don't eat?"

Mask sighs and rolls his eyes, "This is no time to be funny, princess."

"I'm not a princess, and who says I'm being funny?" She challenges.

Mask rolls his eyes again, still clinging to the woman. He can't imagine letting go just yet.

She rubs the boy's back absently, seeming to be lost in thought for the moment. He can't say he minds, the fact that she is here is more than enough.

"It's going to be okay." Myrah says simply, voice steady.

"I know." Mask says, but he hopes she means it.

The way his heart starts knitting back together at her words is embarrassing.

He's a hero who has saved the world twice! He shouldn't need reassurance.

He fought the moon!

And yet... her reassurance helps.

She huffs, ruffling his hair with one hand gently. "If it isn't, I'll just bring them back, little wolf? What then, hm?"

"You can't undo death!" Mask protests, eyes widening.

How can she be so ridiculous?

"How do you know?" Myrah asks with a crooked grin.

"Death is permenant!"

"Oh really? How do you know? Have you died?"

"Obviously not." Mask huffs, pulling out of her arms to give her an unimpressed look.

Myrah smiles, looking like she might actually try to prove death is temporary. "Well then you can't say it's permenant."

"If you die-"

"We don't even know if I can die, I've never died before." She waves off dismissively.

She seems unbothered, aside from the slight hitch in her shoulders.

Mask sighs heavily, but he can see the weight in her eyes even as her face seems laid back. He can see the way her gaze seems burdened by ghosts.

He won't begrudge her efforts to lighten the load for him. (He can't believe someone is trying to do that at all, let alone someone who's never been The Hero.)

"How about we don't find out." Mask says.

She shrugs, "Fair enough. Do you want to do anything while we wait?"

Mask thinks for a moment. "Can you tell me about your life?"

"Sure. What do you want to hear about?"

"You said you were engaged?"

Myrah smiles shakily, "Yeah, I was. His name was Revali, he... died trying to protect people."

"Oh, I'm sorry... did he make you happy?"

"Very."

"Good."

"It is. Why don't I tell you how I met Revali? He was kind of a dick." She offers with a weak laugh.

"Really?" Mask frowns.

He can't imagine why she would want someone who she describes that way.

She smiles, soft and brittle but real. "He really was. I was dazzled by his shitty attitude and pretty eyes."

Mask makes a face, thoroughly unimpressed. "Something is wrong with you, princess."

"I'm still not a princess, and I know." She laughs, shifting so she's sitting on the ground butterfly style.

"Why did you want someone with a bad attitude?"

"Because he was stubborn and skilled, and I could tell he loved as deeply as I do." Myrah shrugs as she pats her leg for the boy to sit on.

"How?" He asks, sitting in her lap and settling in.

"It was how he handled his weapon. He was careful with the tool and deadly with his craft."

"What is it with you and weapons?" Mask raises a brow.

"I like pretty and deadly things." Myrah says softer, "they make me think of my family."

"I... suppose."

"When I met Revali, I was going with Zelda to meet him. He immediately insulted my Link for having the title of hero handed to him, and then he took a look at me and said I should keep an eye on Link."

"No!" Mask cries.

"Yes. I told Revali he should really mind his words because I don't take kindly to blowhards."

"What? Really? You were engaged to him?"

"Eventually. That evening we had dinner with Revali, his sister, and the village elder. Revali didn't apologize, but he did indulge me in a conversation about training regimens versus break time." Myrah laughs a little, shaking her head.

"Of course." Maks rolls his eyes.

"We started writing letters and then dating."

"Did he ever warm up to your Link?"

"Sort of."

"Hm... What about your sisters?" Mask asks.

Myrah warms up considerably, grief falling to the background. She ruffles Mask's hair again. "Callie and Arie?"

"Do you have other sisters?" Mask huffs.

"Mh... no. Callie and Arie are hylians. They're such little things." She smiles softly, "Callie has her mother's skills and Arie wants so badly to adventure."

"They have a different mom?"

"No they have the same mom."

"Okay." Mask says.

He dosen’t understand why she sounds like her sisters don't share the same parents as her, but that's probably not a huge deal.

"Callie is an oracle like her mother, she's good with plants and tea. Arie is good with horses, knots, and maps. They live in Hateno right now. I was helping them start a garden." She explains.

"A garden?"

"Mhm, I've been wondering about the koroks and if they'd help." Myrah says.

"Koroks?"

"Little forest spirits. Possibly fae?" She muses. "They're sweet enough."

"Oh."

"You know... my mother used to say that grief and worry were the greatest proof of love?" Myrah asks, voice taking on a far away tone Mask dosen’t much like.

"How?"

"Why worry if you don't care? What is grief if not love that can't go anywhere?"

"You sound old." Mask informs.

She laughs, "I feel old sometimes, Seedling."

Mask sighs, leaning against her, face against her collarbone. He dosen’t care about the muck on her.

"Myrah?" The head healer asks.

"Yes?"

"Link is awake and Tune is stable."

"Oh thank Din." Myrah breathes out.

"You can go see Link."

Mask stands, waiting for Myrah to do the same before the boy rushes off to Link.

She follows him easily, ignoring the ache of her bruises and joints.

Link sits on a cot, heavily bandaged even after healing. He looks to be exhuasted.

"Link!" Mask calls.

"Little Viper." Myrah greets.

"Hey." Link manages.

"You're an asshole." She says as she comes to the side of the cot, flicking his ear.

"Wha- hey! I was injured!"

"Because you were reckless and didn't listen." Mask huffs.

Link rolls his eyes. "I took a hit for someone who couldn't take it-"

"You almost died." Myrah cuts firmly.

Mask nods. "Exactly."

"I'm not dead."

"Good, necromancy is poorly studied." Myrah huffs, but she reaches out to ruffle the captain's hair gently.

Mask just glares, "You suck."

"Geeze, kid."

"Sailor is stable." Myrah says, softer.

Mask pouts. "He also sucks."

"He's so grounded." Myrah agrees as she gives a sagely nod.

"You're grounding him?" Link raises a brow.

"Yes. If I can ground Arie and Callie, I can ground sea pup."

Mask snorts, "You always give into his puppy eyes."

"Whatever you say." Myrah waves off.

Link sighs, knowing better. He knows Myrah only gives in to see Sailor light up. He knows if she truly means it no amount of pleading or puppy eyes will change her mind.

She's stubborn like that.

"Did we win the battle?" Link asks.

Mask winces, looking awat. "Yes?"

"What happened?" Link sighs.

Myrah gives a sharp, vicious smile that looks a little too predatory. "Me and Fierce handled it."

"Princess, you can't- that's dangerous." Link hisses.

"We... needed it." Mask admits, weakly.

Myrah just rolls her eyes, "Just cause I can't tap into my powers on my own dosen’t mean they're useless."

For all she fronts as a fighter... her boys know better. Vindictive as she gets about people hurting her loved ones... she's a lover.

Sometimes, Mask wishes he could use the ocarina to go far enough back to save her from whatever made her be a fighter like this. She shouldn't be so comfortable with the Fierce Deity... but she is.

"You're grounded." Link groans.

"From what?" She challenges with a raised brow and a much softer and fonder smile.

"Chaos. You have to run drills for the newbies all week."

"Is that all?"

"And you have to deal with Impa."

Myrah snickers, "Uh huh."

"And you're grounded from men with shitty attitudes." Mask declares.

"Absolutely." Link nods before pausing. "Why?"

"Din's tits, Seedling you don't get to ground me from my questionable taste." Myrah says with a shake of her head.

"I don't want to know." Link sighs.

"She was dazzled by a ahitty attitude and pretty eyes, Link." Mask groans.

Myrah laughs, "He was passionate!"

"You said he was a dick."

"Language." Link sighs.

"We're in the middle of a war." Mask rolls his eyes.

Myrah snorts, "Come on, Link, kid fought Ganon."

"That's a kid."

"Really? I thought that was a hinox." Myrah scoffs.

Mask laughs.

It's better here, now that Link is awake.

[klaissance]

Do you have any dad klance headcannons?

Thank you so much for asking dear sweet asker I appreciate you so much. I actually,,, lowkey don't? Dad!Klance is not something I think about that much, I think bc as a teenage girl in my 20s I am not in a parent/family space that often BUT FOR YOU IMMA TRY HERE WE GO:

for starters I think they're really good at it let's get that straight from the jump

Lance always wanted to be a parent I think--comes from a big family, has watched his siblings become parents, is obsessed with his cool uncle status, has always seen parenthood ahead as something to look forward to

Keith is the opposite, never in a million bazillion years thought that was in the cards for him

he's gay so that came with its own list of things to be worried about that would be difficult in terms of, like, acquiring a child, plus he just sort of had a shitty time as a kid, has a funny relationship with the words "parent" and "dad" and hasn't had the time to hash that out with a therapist because he's been in space

really truly Keith is a feral desert child and when presented with the thought of turning a small being into an adult suitable for society his brain shorts out

...until they get together

actually, both of them flip on this while they're in space OKAY NOW WE'RE COOKING

Lance, my poor sweet darling prince, is a little less sold on children. He grows up hard and fast and violent in the intergalactic war they're thrust into, sees terrible things happen to good people all over the place, sees kids left parentless and parents lose a child, sees himself nearly die more times than he can count (oop that one time he did die lol), and suddenly the idea of kids in the future isn't tinted golden and sparkling with the memories of his childhood. He's an adult and anything could happen and it's terrifying and hard and he knows he loves what he does--loves helping people, loves interacting with children, wants to teach or something later for sure maybe--but the actual parenting is soured by the thought of his mom back home thinking her son is dead and not even having the closure of a burial or anything. He learns that nothing is certain in the way he used to think it was, and stops expecting specific things for his future

Klance gets together [how?? girls idk any infinite number of ways that is every post I'll ever make until the end of time but not this one--trust though it was juicy] and they stay together while they're fighting the space war, and slowly and then all at once Keith "Lone Wolf" "Not A Family Man" "Feral Desert Orphan" "Kids What Are Those" Kogane is, like,,,, thinking about his life and his future beyond like,,, the next hour,,, and is imagining kids in the picture??? trust it shocks him too

This actually is a version of their relationship that I really like thinking about! Lance pivots on all of his hopes and dreams that he'd had all his life about certain milestones for things--marriage, kids, the white picket fence and all that jazz--and throws it all out the window. Because piloting magical sentient lions in a space war is fucking crazy and life is nothing like what he thought and what is important to him reshapes; it isn't the milestones it is the feelings they represent, the security and companionship he is seeking, the fulfillment he can find from interacting with others in different ways. Keith is the opposite; he never thought any of the milestones were important because he assumed they were for other, non-broken people. People--not him--who could have nice things like spouses and houses and children to raise in their image or whatever. And to make a long and introspective story short he gets to hold Lance's hand and suddenly all of those nice things are back on the table and he gets to want them and finds out that he does

I guess this is where it gets fuzzy for me I've seen some things where they space adopt and that's really fun and fresh

Or they wait until they get back to Earth after having the Cool Uncle Era with Lance's nieces and nephews which is my shit i love cool uncle klance

I do think I subscribe to them adopting older children out of the foster system as opposed to however infant adoption works

but any way you slice it Keith is So Pressed About Getting It Right he's reading books he's asking Shiro and then wanting to die because Shiro is So Cringe about his caretaking advice UGH

and Lance is back in a comfy phase about it now that they've decided to do it, regaling Keith when he freaks out with tales of times he and his siblings totally almost died or that crazy shit happened or that his parents did x y z totally sideways--his point being: and look how well it turned out anyway

the important thing is that when they do have children they love them more than anything and demonstrate a positive healthy relationship for them and they try to meet them where they are and also give them opportunities to grow and be happy and therefore it all works out perfect :)

Also as an added bonus here are some of my favorite depictions of dad!Klance for your perusal:

deerstalkerdeathfrisbee's True Love or Something ok these were like my earliest favorite fics ever when I tell you this raised me and reset my brain chemistry I am being so serious. They aren't dadding until later in the series [THIS ONE] but actually the whole thing is so excellent

that,,, actually is the only one coming to mind right now but people SOUND OFF IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE PLS <3 i will return to this post with more if i find any

I hope this was good for you obviously I just stream-of-conscious dumped into the text box but it was super fun to do, if anybody has any other prompting thoughts I would love to ideate more I just,,,, love thinking about them so much,,,, ok everybody have a great day!!

[yikesharringrove]

I think a lot about Steve and Billy becoming foster parents.

I think about them, mid-thirties, welcoming two kids into their home. A brother and a sister. A fifteen year old boy, and a two year old girl.

And clearly, they’ve been through some shit.

The baby is easy. She’s shy at first, and clings to her brother for the first few weeks, but she warms up easily to Steve and Billy. (Especially when Billy sneaks her cookies and Steve is always down for a little snuggle.

It’s the boy who is hard to crack.

He’s been in and out of foster situations his entire life. If it weren’t for his sister, and the fact that his social worker was actually doing a good job of not splitting them up, he feels like he’d be in his on. Our in a boys’ home.

But he’s seen foster parents that seem kind, but have some ulterior motive. Or call the social worker when they can’t handle his trauma.

So he pushes back.

The first day he’s at Steve and Billy’s, he throws a plate at the wall.

He doesn’t miss the way Billy has a white knuckled grip on the kitchen counter, or the way he leaves the room the second it looks like Steve’s got it under control.

And he assumes, that Billy was trying to hold himself back from smacking him. That he left to call social services.

He doesn’t bother to unpack.

But the next day, no one comes to take him away.

In fact, he startled awake to a soft tap on his bedroom door, and a voice telling him that breakfast is ready, please come downstairs when you’re ready.

He doesn’t. He doesn’t go downstairs all day.

And every few hours there’s a knock and a voice telling him to come down for some food.

He only leaves when the voice tells him that his sister keeps asking for him.

And there’s a plate of food for him in the microwave, and Steve gives Billy a knowing look before taking his sister off to bed.

He knew it was a fucking rouse.

And he wolfs down his meal, expecting Billy to tell him they’ve spoken with the agency, and they’re keeping his sister but kicking him to the curb.

“I need to tell you that you’re not going anywhere. No matter how much you push against us, we promised to care for you. You’re staying here.”

“Is that a threat?”

Billy smiled.

“Nah. It’s just true. You would never leave your sister anywhere without you.”

“Yeah? How the fuck do you know?”

And he wanted that stupid smile to fall off Billy’s face. But it didn’t.

“Because I was you. It didn’t matter how often my dad beat the shit outta me. I stayed there to make sure he never did it to my sister. We’d never, ever, do anything to hurt either of you, but you’ve been hurt too many times to trust that yet. So what you can do, is stop acting out. You don’t have to let us in. You don’t have to start calling us your dads and shit, but please. Accept that we want you here. That we want to take care of you.”

And he’s fucking stunned, because this is not at all what he thought this conversation was gonna be.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I assume the worst.”

“That’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. We won’t push, and like I said. You don’t have to let us in, but we’re here for you.”

He sniffed, and Billy’s hands flexed on the table, like he wanted to reach out and touch him.

“I thought you were gonna tear me a new one about last night. I thought you were gonna send me back.”

“No. I mean, Im not exactly excited about the glass I had to clean up. And your sister was scared shitless, she’s been freaked out all day, make sure you go see her before bed. But, I understand. I know what it’s like to feel like everyone will give up on you, so you might as well push them away. And I’m sorry I left. To be honest, the plate thing, it really freaked me out.”

And that made sense, because of what Billy told him about his own father.

He’s been on the receiving end of a broken dish before, too.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. I mean, Please, never do it again, but your anger and your fear is totally okay. I can help you cope. I’ve been in more therapy than you could even dream.”

And billy kind of had a spark in his eye, one that said it’s really okay.

I just think it’s be neat.

[parhelios]

WIP game when the wolf comes home (but really all of them 👀)

so i already did when the wolf comes home here!! i'll so a brief summary of the ones i haven't discussed yet so people can know if they want to hear more ^_^

reaching into depths where the sun's light has never shone and the still heart beating where it lies are both for exchanges so shhh no explanation for now... (unless you're curious and want to know in dms)

god does not grant us ghosts - this is an au where in 1845, just after their last sighting by whalers, the ships began to seem... haunted. cue the slow creeping realization that the ships are haunted by the ghosts of their future selves, most of whom seemed to have died in some horrible, painful way. the only man without a ghost, it seems, is captain crozier himself.

saint teneu on the brine - this is a longfic centering on trans john irving, following him from 1834 to 1848. it gets a lot worse before it gets better, but it's endgame malving (and perhaps solmalving? as a treat for mars)!

the citadel of my integrity - this is a stargate atlantis hurt/comfort fic. i just wanted to see john sheppard trying to be stoic about being in pain and then get cared for my his friends who try to make sure he knows that he is cared for

jopbirthday - i got really sad about jopson dying on his birthday in the terror book and so i wanted to write a fic about the lieutenants throwing jopson a surprise party on the rescue ships becuase they want to cheer him up because he's been sick in bed. it deals with their ptsd and coping mechanisms in the wake of the expedition. and jopson gets cared for!!!

holding patterns - this is a lestat character study during the period where claudia is gone & focusing on his relationship with louis! also an attempt at writing porn

philomela at the loom - this is my writeup of the missing scene where gibson talks to jirv about hickey, building on some headcanons of mine! i'm really curious wrt how that conversation could have gone down and i've been thinking a lot about the relationship between gibson and irving.

cry havoc! and let slip the dogs of war - this is a followup to noli me tangere where francis does what all of the commenters want to do and slams sir john's head into the wall so hard it leaves a dent

atlantis - stargate atlantis/terror fandom fusion. crozier is the second in command on sir john's mission to find the ancient starship-city of atlantis, selected only for his ability to use the ancient alien technology. stranded in the pegasus galaxy, far away from any help, crozier finds himself the leader of a war against a devouring empire known as the wraith, alien vampires who seek to enslave humanity as a food source.

for all who fly free - in this au, john sheppard of stargate atlantis fame is actually secretly tobias from animorphs, made a nothlit in the wake of the war against the yeerks. his morphing abilities are restored by chaya sar (technically undoing the meddling of the ellimist, who is also an ancient so it doesn't count as her interfering), and when the andalites get dragged into the war with the wraith, some secrets come out.

i've lived my life as a quiet apology - post-jcr ex machina, edward little is a physical and psychological wreck. his group was rescued last, with him as the only survivor, while the sick camp and the mutineer's camp were found relatively quickly. as penance for getting his men killed, and for leaving thomasand crozier behind, and so his family doesn't have to watch him slowly kill himself, he sequesters himself in a house by the sea. after recieving a concerned letter from edward's family, crozier sends thomas to go check on him - thomas, who is furious at ned for leaving them both behind and not apologizing. still, when he finds edward, he can't just leave him to waste away, and so as a favor to crozier he starts to nurse little back to physical heath.

[josswritessometimes]

@writersmonth Prompt: Day 22 - Sunscreen

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek WC: 800

AO3

XXII. Sunscreen | 

“Derek, why does our son look like he has the same skin condition as Lord Voldemort?” Stiles asks carefully, holding Eli by the shoulders so Derek can see him.

“I have no clue what you are talking about.” Derek says simply, getting a few cold drinks out of the cooler to hand to Boyd and Jackson, sitting next to him on the beach chairs. The two take the drinks gratefully, but completely ignore whatever is going on.

“Derek.” Stiles says again, too calmly to be anything good. “Look at our son.” 

Derek turned to the two of them, first at his son, and then at Stiles, as if to prove there was nothing wrong. 

Stiles sighed, but turned around. “Lydia! Can you come here for a moment, please?”

Derek raised an eyebrow at him, but Stiles stared back at him. “I would’ve called Isaac, but he’s afraid of you now, congratulations.” Derek smiled at that. It was about damn time his betas were more afraid of him than they were of his husband. He knew it was momentarily, because Isaac had accidentally thrown the volleyball too hard at Stiles and he now had a black eye, and Derek hadn’t exactly reacted in the calmest of ways. No physical violence, because Derek had actually worked on becoming a good Alpha and he wasn’t about to throw everything away, but he might have actually yelled at Isaac. He caught himself before it became a tirade, but still. Maybe he shouldn’t be proud after all. 

“Your kid looks ridiculous.” Lydia said as soon as she was within hearing distance, without Stiles actually having to prod. 

“He’s protected.” Derek countered. 

“Derek. My love. My sun. There’s so much sunscreen on Eli that I can’t even grab him without him slipping out of my hold.” Stiles explained. As if to demonstrate, he tried to grab Eli’s wrist, but the boy’s hand simply slipped off. 

“We don’t know if he’s a werewolf yet, Stiles, we need to protect him from the sun.” Derek countered.

Stiles opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it again without saying a thing.

“Okay, I’ll be in sunscreen duty.” Lydia said, using her towel to hold onto Eli’s hand, who so far had only stayed where his Dad had told him to. He wasn’t sure how to move when he had so much cream all around him. “Come on, buddy, we’re going to get all the excess off and then you can get in the water. Uncle Isaac and Aunt Erica are playing shark, and I’m sure you can beat them both.”

Eli nodded at his aunt, but still didn’t move. Lydia sighed loudly, shooting a glare at Derek, before kneeling by Eli to wipe the excess off right there, before applying a normal, thin layer all over the kid. It seemed to break the spell, and Eli was walking towards the water again, Lydia following close behind and pointing him towards the rest of the Pack. 

“Babe. He’s a child. You broke him. You literally broke him. He came to find me standing like a starfish and just looked at me. Malia laughed so hard I’m pretty sure she peed, and Eli just stared at me.” 

“Fine, maybe I overdid it.” Derek relented. 

“He was white. Not pale like me. White. Actually white.” Derek just nodded. 

“I’ll hold back.”

“Thank you, babe. I will make sure he gets a retouch at least every three hours, okay? He’ll be fine.” Stiles assured him, and Derek nodded, grabbing Stiles’ hand to pull him against his chest.

“Are you wearing sunscreen?” Derek asked kindly, pressing a kiss against his husband’s forehead.

“A perfectly normal amount, Der. I will retouch every time Eli does.” He promised, placing a kiss of his own on Derek’s nose. “Now, if you excuse me, I have to go make sure our two year-old doesn’t drown anyone of this Pack.” Stiles said, walking towards the water as well, before stopping mid-step. “Actually, anyone in general. He’s not allowed to drown anyone at all.” He said, seemingly to himself, before he resumed walking.

“Thank you, love.” Derek called after him, and Stiles waved at him in acknowledgement. 

“Pay up.” Boyd said, extending his hand at Jackson. 

“I don’t have my wallet in my swimsuit, man. But, yeah, whatever, I’ll Venmo you.” Jackson said, grabbing his phone to do just that.

Before Derek could even ask, Boyd explained, “Jackson here thought Stiles would be overprotective of Eli. I have seen Stiles when Isaac or Scott get injured. So I bet on you.” 

Derek rolled his eyes and sat down on his chair. “Stiles’ very protective of the kid.” 

“He’s reasonably protective. You made us drink out of paper cups for months just in case Eli found a real glass or cup.” Jackson countered. “Actually, I don’t know why I bet on Stiles.” 

“I told you” Boyd said happily, drinking the cold beer Derek had handed him. 

“I hate you all.” Derek said simply, laying down under their big umbrella. His son was safe, and so was his husband. He could enjoy a few hours of rest. 

[historitor-bookshelf]

Wolftime Chapter 7 & 8

I swear to god I don't intend to make it monthly but somehow... it ended up monthly.

This time: a lot of POV changes but finally two POVs finally meet. Otherwise, lots of Orks getting shot, lots of visions and a questionable word choice.

Anyway. Chapter 7 has five POV changes. 5. One of them dying almost immediately.

So, first off, we meet some new Space Wolves taking potshots at Orks and betting on it. (1st POV)

Followed by an astropath psychically reading a dead astropath's last received vision (2nd POV) only to go mad from the Wagh-energy (?) and bashing her assistant's skull in before being shot by a guardsman. She was on the ship sent from Fleet Primus with the Custodes (3rd POV) to Fenris

Next POV (the 4th one) is a woman waking up hungover because she celebrated her son's birthday. Said son is almost of age. I think she is Fenrisian, but not sure. Also she dreamed of drums and a wolf and a troll

Then we have a Primaris lieutenant Hurok (Unnumbered Son of Corvus Corax) who is our 5th POV for the chapter. They are on a world called Idolis and facing offf against World Eaters, relieving a garrison of Arbites who are delighted to see them after holding off cultists for five years

And then Roboute himself arrives kicking ass on the battlefield - cue the religious ecstasy ramping up even more.

So, in Chapter 8 we are back to Ullr who is the leader of the Space Wolves introduced last chapter. They continue to watch the Orks from a distance before sneaking in together with a Wolf Scout (who is not a scout in the codex-compliant sense) to prepare for an attack. Attack begins, works out fine-ish, Ullr and his pack have to blow up the fuel depot.

So...

So, würgen (note the dots) in German either means to strangle/choke someone (Ich würge dich [odd sentence while grammatically correct]) or to retch (Ich würge [because of the bad smell or something])

At least Dutch has the same verb meaning the same thing, not sure about scandinavian languages if they have a similar verb that might mean something different but yeah... I have to now imagine the Space Wolves are about to throw up.

Instead of blowing up the fuel depot, they are ordered to wait and hold which goes swimmingly - they are outgunned, there's a walker, one of their guys has his jaw blown off. Probably because

They can't retreat or the rest of the forces will be overrun. So they are preparing for their last stand.

Only...

for the closest thing to a fuck dropping in a standard 40k novel

I mean, for reinforcements to arrive! It's the Wolf Puppies!

Ullr's reaction: The fuck are they?

(Gaius, Wolf Puppy leader's reaction in the beginning of the next chapter: Oh, an actual Space Wolf! *wags tail*)

[blackjackkent]

House of Grief Boss Battle Report!

Initial state of play: THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM OH MY GOD

Yikes on bikes.

As pictured, Viconia immediately starts out by turning several of her followers into wolves, which is really pretty mean because Shadowheart has a crippling fear of them due to the memory that was implanted in her head.

Intriguingly, the source of this is a series of connected abilities she has:

Wild. I'm assuming that if we came down here without Shadowheart and Hector had gone through the Mapping of the Heart himself, this attack would be keyed to him and to something he said during the conversation.

Shadowheart is NOT HAVING ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT:

Atta girl.

>:(

Looking at Viconia's other features:

That's going to make Shadowheart's abilities as a damage dealer pretty much moot unfortunately.

Holy tankiness batman.

I'm not entirely sure if she's meant to be a paladin or a cleric here.

She has 124 hit points, which compared to some of the bosses we've fought is really not much; this is very much a mob battle rather than a single target battle. The various other Sharrans around the room range from 30 at the low end to 150 at the max. Including her, we're looking at 20 enemies.

Hector and Karlach are such battering rams that I'm not overly worried about this, but let's see how it goes.

Round 1:

Given the debuff Shadowheart has against Viconia, getting the two of them apart as soon as possible seems like it should be a top priority. With this in mind, Hector comes in with Flurry of Blows for two pushes in a row.

Given the massive number of enemies on the field, I think Jaheira's conjuring abilities are (tragically) more relevant for this fight than her owlbear form is. Conjure Woodland Being puts a dryad on the field who can themselves summon a wood woad which puts two new ally combatants on our side for the price of one. I don't expect them to last very long but they are not intended to. XD

Of course, once again, despite the two extra fighters we just brought on the field and all the other more threatening members of our party, everyone goes STRAIGHT FOR JAHEIRA and starts beating up on her.

STOP BEATING UP ON THAT OLD WOMAN, DAMN IT.

Shadowheart lands a clutch Hold Person to take one of the Justiciars out of the fight temporarily and gets her spiritual weapon on the field for another ally.

It's really disheartening watching the like ten enemies in a row go in the middle of the initiative order.

And of course Jaheira goes down again before I can do literally anything about it. Maybe I should have owlbeared her after all. (Legitimately I don't know why this keeps happening. Normally I would blame my bad combat skills but I hadn't even done anything yet.)

Speaking of bad combat skills, I decide to send the wood woad over to try and draw enemies away from her, and forget it's next to a bunch of enemies already, which all AOO and obliterate it immediately.

This is not off to a good start. None of these enemies are strong in and of themselves but they're making a lot of progress through sheer numbers. Top priority instantly becomes getting the squishy enemies out of the fight immediately.

Round 2:

Hector puts this new plan into action immediately by one-shotting two of the squishies because he is a fucking wrecking ball of a man now.

Jaheira has biffed two death saving throws in a row.

Karlach wrecks one of the wolves; turns out it's a polymorph variant and reveals the person underneath when the wolf form runs out of health. Karlach wrecks that too. XD

Shadowheart is also in VERY rough shape due to Viconia focus firing her and auto-critting everything. I have her disengage and back away from combat and then cast Mass Healing Word. Tragically, everyone is bone chilled and apparently that persists through downstate, so literally nothing happens. Fuck.

This is actually going quite badly. The Sharrans spend their turns casting Darkness on a large portion of the battlefield (which they are immune to) and surrounding Hector in a big deathball. Between Bone Chill, Darkness, and the fact that our party is almost completely optimized for single target damage (except for Jaheira, who is unconscious), things are really not looking good.

Round 3:

Jaheira dies. Shadowheart gets downed on another crit from Viconia. I reload and reconsider the situation.

Attempt 2. I have Jaheira drop all her healing spells for now since we have Shadowheart. Instead, I have her load up everything she can do that does AOE damage or CC, and cast Stoneskin on herself before the fight.

It's called fashion, look it up.

This time we're going to do our best to keep her and Shadowheart to the BACK line and just topping up Hector and Karlach as much as possible and casting AOEs. I've also loaded her up with Daylight again in the hope that it might counteract the Darkness spells.

Let's see if this goes better.

Round 1:

We kick off with Jaheira dropping an ice storm on half the field and then running back towards the door. Only one of the bad guys eats shit on the ice, but it does considerable opening damage to a number of the squishies at once.

I also have her drop a grasping vine in the very center of the arena where hopefully it can mess up Viconia's day. It's a real Dr. Seuss ass lookin' thing.

Hector one-shots one of the squishies on the opposite side of the map and makes a good start on a second.

Viconia spends her whole action obliterating the grasping vine in one go, which is much better than her obliterating Jaheira so I'll take it.

Shadowheart flamestrikes two more enemies almost off the field entirely.

While Hector runs around the arena, this time we keep Karlach on squishy defense duty for now, beating up the Justiciar who is trying to get at Jaheira and Shadowheart.

The long string of enemy turns is still disheartening but not quite as disheartening as it was last time, so that's promising. Darkness on the field again. Two of the enemies eat shit in the ice field at last. Several of them get distracted by how shiny Shadowheart's spiritual weapon is.

Round 2:

Bone chill is really quite a problem but we made it through the first round without anyone taking a dreadful amount of damage.

Jaheira casts Daylight and it does indeed remove the darkness effect!

Hector kills THREE separate people on his turn.

Viconia goes after Shadowheart again at once but this unfortunately moves her into Karlaching range.

At this point I realize two critical things: Shadowheart's Spirit Guardians can do necrotic as well as radiant damage, and (to my surprise) the Sharrans aren't resistant to necrotic damage.

Let's fucking go.

During the enemy turns Jaheira's health starts getting dire again. We also discover that Daylight only removes EXISTING darkness and doens't prevent new ones from being cast, which is annoying.

Round 3:

Hector kills Viconia and one of the Justiciars. The quest completes, but the additional bad guys definitely did not get the memo.

I had a brilliant idea about sending Shadowheart to grab Jaheira and teleport them both out of danger with Dimension Door. This fails for several reasons - Jaheira is in the midst of darkness and thus Shadowheart can't target her for the spell, and Jaheira raised a wall of Entangling Vines which do damage to Shadowheart on the way in. So they're both kind of just standing in the midst of a lot of enemies while very injured and Jaheira is bonechilled. Rawr. Shadowheart just sighs and casts Cure Wounds on herself instead. Her spirit guardians still do mega work though.

We're starting to gain the upper hand, though. Karlach manages to knock several more enemies out on her turn. This has not been a clean or professional fight but we're getting it done. XD

In a moment of unusual generosity, the enemies decide not to go after Shadowheart and Karlach, both of whom they could easily kill, and instead take potshots at Hector and Karlach who are almost full health.

LOL jk [sigh]

Shadowheart mysteriously obtains a second bonus action from somewhere and I'm legitimately not sure where.

????

Oh, it's from her helmet - she gets an extra bonus action when below 50% health. Nice!

Down to three enemies remaining, which is feeling rather more manageable, even if Jaheira dies. (*spongebob arms outstretched meme* TEMPORARILY)

VICTORY! And we didn't quite lose Jaheira. XD

I'm so good at this.

[blimbo-buddy]

I'm a lover of messy GrayFire. These two would have so many problems and that fueled me in the past. (Alongside Fireheart x Silverstream, but it's them realizing Graystripe is two-timing them and they use the other as a rebound but oops, somewhere along the way, feelings actually popped up and neither know what to do about that. She also survives so Fireheart ends up snatching the title of dad from Graystripe because he doesn't deserve it.) Here's an old piece I wrote. Feast upon the slander.

Also you do not understand the amount of restraint I am showing not writing Little Red Frostpaw and Big Bad Wolf Splashtail... You put that possibility in my head and I have ideas.

TW for a toxic relationship, cheating, and internalized xenophobia.

I'd like to preface this by saying my interpretations of the two.

Graystripe has no sense of loyalty to the Clan. He doesn't care about Clan laws and cares about his own comfort the most. More often than not, his attitude gets others hurt because he breaks the rules selfishly. He meets Silverstream, not telling her that he's with Fireheart, and ignores training Brackenpaw (who, canonically, is the son of his former mentor). However, he does have loyalty to cats... to an extent. He would throw himself into a battle to protect Fireheart, but he won't stop cheating on him.

I see Graystripe as the type to not be in relationships long. He's more of a fling type of guy. Long term with children does not work for him. He only enjoys the phase where sparks fly and it feels like a blissful honeymoon. After that? Count him as gone. However, he never explains this to anyone - especially not to Fireheart, who believes they're genuinely mates.

Fireheart, meanwhile, is loyal to the Clan almost no matter what. He has morals he holds himself to, but he feels very guilty when he goes against the Clan norm despite having done what's right. His optimism and steadfast personality has allowed him to keep his head up. At this point, he's dangerously optimistic and needs to be told that sacrificing himself all the time is very bad! He sees the best in Graystripe as a funny goofball who's his best friend for life... despite knowing deep down that Graystripe is doing wrong things.

Fireheart has also internalized his xenophobia very hard. Like, to the point that he blames himself for Graystripe cheating.

Yeah, it's... it's not a healthy relationship. It's hard to see it as one - especially within canon - with all of the mistakes both Fireheart and Graystripe make in their relationships. (With Fireheart cheating on Sandstorm with a ghost, which I constantly throw out completely because it's weird and gross and unneeded, and Graystripe being disloyal and abandoning his kids at the forefront.)

You Keep Lying

Graystripe saunters back into camp, a grin on his maw as he tosses a mouse onto the prey pile. Annoyance flares up inside of Fireheart as he watches his mate casually strike up conversation with Whitestorm. All day, he gave excuse after excuse for Graystripe. What's more, he trained both of their apprentices! His claws dig into the ground, his fur bristling.

I do all of that... Fireheart grits his fangs. For the last moon, Graystripe keeps going off to meet his so-called friend in RiverClan and pushing back telling the Clan they're together. What does the fish-breath of RiverClan have over him? Did he make some kind of mistake that led to this?

He stares at Graystripe, but the tom's yellow eyes never stare back. Graystripe's yellow gaze travels to every cat but him. Of all cats, he thought that Graystripe didn't see him as the kittypet outsider. They're lovers, aren't they? So why doesn't he look at him? Does he need to go get scarred to prove his worth for the millionth time?

"Oi, Fireheart." Yellowfang's raspy voice makes him jump. His head swivels towards the shaggy-furred molly. She sighs and sets a paw on his shoulder. "Calm your heart, kit."

Fireheart can't help but bitterly laugh. "My heart as in the thing that's somehow still in my chest or my fears?" Anger thickly drips from his tone and his eyes follow Graystripe. The other tom's ears draw back as Lionheart confronts him with a disappointed expression. Although, rather than apologize for skipping training his son, Graystripe shoots him a desperate look.

Why must he always lug him out of trouble?

He bumps into a paw. Yellowfang's brows press together as she stares at him. Silence thickly surrounds her before she mutters, "You don't gotta go rescue him from the mud he got himself stuck in."

His ears pin back, another laugh tumbling out like a hairball. Even if Graystripe hurts him, he... "But I do, Yellowfang. He's my-" He cuts himself off. Quickly, he presses his paw against Yellowfang's before moving it out of his way.

Even if Graystripe and him are keeping quiet...

Even if Graystripe keeps making mistakes...

He wants to trust him just one more time. It isn't so wild to dream. Hey, his dreams are quite magical and, according to Yellowfang, shouldn't be happening! And, even excluding his dreams, he has managed to become a real warrior despite his kittypet blood. He's special. That means that, so long as he perseveres, it'll work out!

Fireheart slips between Graystripe and Lionheart, flashing the golden tabby an apologetic smile. "Please don't be too upset, Lionheart. There's a reasonable explanation." He meows and glances back at Graystripe. No shame flickers onto Graystripe's expression, but he's sure that Graystripe is just acting.

This time, he will get a proper explanation...

Lionheart's tail lashes as he narrows his eyes onto Fireheart. It's so clear that the senior warrior doesn't believe him one bit, though he sighs. "Fireheart," his voice rumbles, "My former apprentice can stand on his four paws just fine. When Bluestar gave my son to him, I was under the impression that he would be mentoring Brackenpaw, not you."

His chest tightens. Panic sparks and the flames begin to shoot across his pelt. This next part needs to be convincing. Just... Oh! "I told Graystripe I could handle training Cinderpaw and Brackenpaw. It's good to keep siblings together, isn't it? Graystripe hasn't been feeling the greatest here lately, but I assure you that we won't slack on their training." Confidence floats through his voice because it's true. This whole farce will end. Graystripe can't keep going off and abandoning him.

It works out for everyone!

Although, Lionheart's expression contorts into one of fuming rage. The golden tabby unsheathes his claws and digs them into the soft soil. His fangs bare, yet none of his actions are aimed at him. "You won't slack on training them, Fireheart." He states before glaring at Graystripe. "But Graystripe? My son told me you aren't teaching him anything!"

Graystripe looks away, finally speaking up. "I'll make sure to work with him tomorrow." He begrudgingly meows. His eyes stare off into the distance... No, off towards RiverClan.

The complete disregard of not only himself, but Brackenpaw, makes Fireheart waver.

It's not like he hasn't known. The stars know he has been ignoring it in favor of trying to peacefully resolve things. If the Clan finds out, it's over for both of them. While Graystripe may be the one screwing up, he's the kittypet letting it happen.

Lionheart towers over Graystripe, glaring his former apprentice down as if he's a bug. The stench of fear rolls off of Graystripe as he stares into Lionheart's green eyes. "If your attitude doesn't change-" Within that very moment, Lionheart's paw slams down onto Graystripe's head and smashes him into the dirt.. "-Bluestar is going to have to beg StarClan to let me off with just exile to the Dark Forest."

For a few moments, Graystripe lays there stunned and helpless. His paws eventually twitch and he brings himself to croak out, "Yes... Lionheart..."

Without another word to Graystripe, Lionheart begins to walk away, not without whispering, "I don't blame you, young Fireheart," in his ear. But... Is he not to blame? He has been allowing Graystripe to do this by being a cover. Isn't he just... He's to blame.

Kittypets are always to blame.

"Are you alright?" Fireheart sheepishly asks Graystripe as he gets to his paws. The gray tom doesn't answer, so he decides to slowly tack on, "How about we eat outside of camp tonight? Just the two of us and the forest."

Graystripe looks at him. No warmth stares back at him. Nothing stares at him. There is no besides. He opens his maw, going to try something else, but Graystripe is already walking away. Desperate, he follows after him. Hushing his voice, he murmurs, "We both know that your secret meetings couldn't go on forever. Why not cut ties with your friend and-"

Finally, he gets a reply. "You don't understand, Fireheart." Graystripe snarls, not at all caring the Clan has its eyes on them. "You never do."

His fur fluffs out. Somehow, he bites back a hiss and manages to say, "Because you never talk to me." He doesn't even know who Graystripe is meeting or why! Yes, he has his assumptions - that being Silverstream - but Graystripe has never said it's her! For all he knows, it could be some tiny murderous outsider!

Tail lashing, Graystripe whirls around to face him. He recoils seeing his mate's honey-colored eyes morph into flames. Fear digs into his pelt. His chest tightens, swearing that the worst will be said. That everything will end because he was acting like a kittypet and not a Clancat when he chose not to tell Bluestar about this.

Getting nose-to-nose, Graystripe whispers under his breath, "Because it's my business."

Oh... It's- It's not. He can... He can work with this. Everything is fine. The tension in the air can always fan out. He forces up a smile, trying to get it together. "It's my business too," he defends weakly, "I've been training Brackenpaw."

Graystripe stares down at him, his gaze softening. His ears pin back as he slowly opens his maw. The gray tom's tense shoulders loosen and he lowers his head. "I'm sorry." He whispers at long last.

Fireheart waits a few seconds, desperate to hear him say more, but it never comes. In all fairness, the whole Clan is staring at them. Surely, Graystripe will tell him later.

He will, right?

"I forgive you." He says, nuzzling the crook of Graystripe's neck. The embrace is slowly returned and a purr builds in his throat. "How about we talk about it somewhere else?"

Graystripe jerks back. A laugh leaves him as he looks at the fresh-kill pile. "Let's get something to eat. I don't want all of it to be gone." The words are rushed out of him and he hurries towards it.

Tears sting his eyes. His head drops and he stares at his paws. He hasn't told a soul the truth. Even though it hurts, he has lied to those he respects and trusts all for Graystripe. No matter what, he'll protect Graystripe. He's shown that. So, why can't he be trusted? What more does he need to do?

Really, a bitter voice in his head pipes up, I shouldn't need to do anything! I'm his mate! I'm the one he said he'll be with till the stars all die! That makes me trustable, doesn't it?

Lugging himself after Graystripe, the answer weighs heavily in his gut. It sloshes around with the acid in his stomach. The taste of mouse lured him into Clan life, but now as he stares down at one, his nose can only scrunch up.

Agree, messy GreyFire is the only GreyFire that we accept 'round these parts. Also wait FireHeart+SilverStream with those circumstances is a good idea, throw GreyStripe into the dirt, FireHeart isn't the step dad he's the dad who stepped up. Also oh god oh shit oh fuck uhoh little red frostpaw be careful.

Honestly it seems pretty in-line for GreyStripe to be like that. Just like you said he's always leaving BrackenPaw and ends up with FireHeart always having to take over the mentor job, the poor guy not knowing that GreyStripe scatters off to cheat on him with SilverStream (GreyStripe told her he was single probably). FireHeart on the other hand having internalized Xenophobia is one of my favorites for him because considering the way he was brainwashed into the clan's hateful and war loving culture, it's a sad fate for him that's disguised as being an inspiring story. Also what a way to make FireHeart one of those positive people who take it to an unhealthy and extreme level, such an interesting idea for him! Full talk about the story under "Keep Reading" as to shorten the post more

Off to a great start with FireHeart recognizing that GreyStripe avoids his responsibility as a mentor. But also god…. FireHeart feeling like it's his fault that GreyStripe won't look at him or be with him often, FireHeart you're not horrible GreyStripe just needs to be hung, drawn and quartered. Side note I love YellowFang's call to FireHeart beginning with "Oi", really makes you remember the cats are British. FireHeart is trying to come up with more ways to defend him and even YellowFang has to step in and go "You don't have to always defend him, he got himself into that mess" but Fire still tries to defend Grey because he just desperately wants to see the good in him. FireHeart shows signs of dangerous optimism in his character, he thinks that because of his special dreams, he is special, and because he is special, then these things MUST end well because he - a presumably special cat - believes they will! Right?

But now we're back at the beginning of the cycle, FireHeart making pathetic excuses on behalf of GreyStripe. But instead of the cat he is talking to accepting the excuse, the cat instead becomes sick of these reasons that FireHeart brings up. LionHeart is pointing out GreyStripe's failure to properly mentor BrackenPaw, FireHeart may be handling it well, but it was GreyStripe who was assigned to teach BrackenPaw, not FireHeart. GreyStripe tries to make an empty promise that he'll do better because all he can do is "promise'" to be a better cat, all to get other's off of his back, all to avoid responsibility, all to visit Riverclan. The fact that GreyStripe's stupid ass is enough to make LionHeart - a calm, collected, and patient cat - snap and lash out at his former apprentice is truly telling of GreyStripe's ability to push even the most patient of cats over the edge. But FireHeart sees this and the other past events between him and GreyStripe and just- blames himself for it, specifically focusing on how he's the "kittypet allowing it to happen", his internalization against kittypets shows, he believes that kittypets are always to be the blame.

GreyStripe gives him a pathetic fucking apology, immediately trying to turn attention away from the situation/conversation at hand in favor of trying to distract FireHeart. He's yet again avoiding accountability and responsibility for his actions and words. He wants FireHeart to ignore the truth of their relationship but it only causes the truth to eat at FireHeart's mind, soul, and heart. FireHeart just wants everything to be better, to be normal, he wants their relationship to be just like how it was when he first joined the clans. But, he can't go back anymore, he can't go back and reject the offer of clan life, to live out the rest of his days as a Kittypet.

Poor FireHeart desperately clings onto desperation that GreyStripe will change despite the responsibilities he's avoiding. He just wants GreyStripe to love him and wants GreyStripe to know that his heart will always belong to him, but the same can't be said for GreyStripe. GreyStripe's heart, rather, belongs to someone else.

It's so sad to read about FireHeart's feelings, he genuinely just wants to love GreyStripe but GreyStripe is a cheating son of a bitch who wants Fire to defend him on every immature thing he does. FireHeart please just leave GreyStripe for good come on please

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So how would Baelon and Visenya do if they got incarnated into entirely alien universes? Idk what you’re into, throw a random combo at us. Marvel? Supernatural? NBC’s Hannibal? Teen Wolf? Smallville?

We are just going to grant them the grace of making them not related in this because I’m in a good mood and they’ve been through enough.

And I have seen all of these shows except Smallville and Hannibal, but I’m just going to do Marvel because I think it’d end up being the longest version. If someone wants to hear the others too, I’m more than willing lol

Marvel:

I actually think this one would be so fun if we make Valyria a real place that doesn’t exist anymore, and people with Valyrian ancestry have all but forgotten anything about their heritage because the Doom happened so long ago.

But Baelon’s family (son of Viserys, Alicent is his stepmom, Targtowers are his younger siblings that he loves but also wants to drown) haven’t. They know their shit, they know what Dragonstone is, and they’ve spent every generation desperately trying to bring back dragons because they’re kind of like a cult!

Visenya, meanwhile, is just a plucky little Valyrian history nerd who is like majoring in Valyrian history and has taught herself to speak Valyrian and is the eldest of four (Rhaenyra and Harwin because I SAID SO) and constantly is like “THEY RODE DRAGONS” and Jace and Luke are like “we love you. we love you. get a life”

And then one day Aemond comes sock-skating into Baelon’s room brandishing a fucking scroll he pulled out of the wall or something, basically going “I FIGURED IT OUT” and their entire family is like “oh shit we figured it out” and then Aegon points out that one passage and is like “it says if you fail you die i nominate Aemond”

And Viserys is bedridden so Daemon is in charge because all the kids are still young (Baelon’s 26! He’s offended! But he also doesn’t want to do it so whatever) and Daemon decides they’ll just experiment on someone else with Valyrian ancestry from outside the family so if it works they can kill them (because it is only a Their Family Thing, they’ve decided) and if it doesn’t no one important dies.

And what they come upon is Visenya, who is a Targaryen like them (similar to how so many people are named White but unrelated) and a huge Valyrian nerd and has the heritage and they go “yes. that one.” and, just their luck, she’s put in a request to use their archives to write her thesis. And they always always reject these requests, but they accept hers, and she’s too busy being excited to care why.

And Baelon goes to pick her up from the airport because Daemon doesn’t trust the chauffeurs, and it’s just. There’s a very pretty girl who looks at his Avengers t-shirt and is like “Bruce Banner was a guest lecturer on my campus once” and she smiles, and he is very upset she is going to die because he thinks he kind of wants to take her to Italy or something! It’s a confusing car ride!

And it…takes awhile, to get everything ready. The spell Aemond found had provisions and special criteria that have to be met, and there’s gotta be a certain amount of blood in the air, and it takes a hot minute to get everything ready.

And he and Visenya are just. Hanging out a lot in that time period. Which is a bad idea! She’s got a time limit! But she’s just funny, and she’s nice to his little sister, and she keeps telling him fucked up facts that shouldn’t be interesting but are, and they bond over the lingering trauma of Daeron/Joffrey getting snapped, and he keeps catching himself just daydreaming about holding her hand. And they fall in love because they’re Baelon and Visenya and they always fall in love!

Baelon: what if she IS family

Aemond: what

Baelon: i could make her family

Aegon: what

Baelon: i’m suggesting I marry the pretty girl so we don’t have to kill her

Daeron: you’ve known her like four months

Baelon: don’t slut shame me

(Visenya, texting her friends: what if i marry rich and never have to worry about the lack of practicality in my degree again

Monty, gay and dumb: great idea

Brigit, gay and not dumb: no it is not that man is a STRANGER)

and then they kiss for the first time and he pulls away and he goes: I have to tell you something.

And he tells her the plan, which is supposed to happen in about a few days from then, about how they think they can bring the dragons back but it’s really dangerous and she’s the

And she goes I GET A DRAGON?? and he’s like “well actually if you succeed my uncle still wants to kill you, and I was super against that btw” and she goes “because killing people or because killing me” and he laughs uncomfortably and says “maybe you should just get on a plane”

But no! She wants a dragon! That is an option and she is taking it, are you kidding, and so she makes him read her all the provisions and show her the one they’re still working on, and she’s like “the ancestral dragonglass knife is probably a suggestion, i have a pocketknife let’s wing it” and he’s like “oh dear God” but she’s already leaving and what’s he gonna do? Not follow? Please.

(Baelon: you could die

Visenya: i could have a dragon

Baelon: or die

Visenya: worth it don’t be a pussy

Baelon: do you want to have a honeymoon in Paris

Visenya: we aren’t engaged please focus )

and so they do the thing. but at the last minute Baelon is like “okay fuck this i OWN this volcano i want a dragon too” and she’s like “well your dad does, nepo baby, but if you say so” and it works.

kind of.

see, myths change. folklore gets warped. everything says the Valyrians rode dragons, but that just…isn’t exactly right.

turns out, if you fail you die because turning into a twelve ton fire-breathing lizard with wings is super hard on the immune system.

they are both very disoriented.

(Visenya: and you wanted me to take a plane

Baelon: oh yeah baby my bad i wasn’t aware we could GROW WINGS)

and naturally Daemon finds out immediately , because it’s a Marvel movie and ofc he does, and trying to escape the volcano and then the island when they don’t know how flying works and are trying to keep Visenya from getting killed is super complicated, actually, and there’s a whole thing where Baelon almost accidentally sets Aemond on fire (he lives dont worry but that is how he loses his eye), and then it turns out there’s a time limit and they turn back to people which is BAD because now they’re outnumbered without any advantage at all.

But they make it to the docks because Baelon has a boat, because, again, nepotism, and every rich white man in his 20s owns a boat, and it’s Daemon chasing them, and Baelon has a split second of “yk maybe betraying my entire family for a girl i met six months ago is a little far” but then Daemon shoots a gun and it hits her in the shoulder and he decides it is perfectly far, actually, and then there’s a fight and he thinks Daemon’s dead and kind of just kicks him into the water.

And then they boat away into the distance in silence, and naturally learning to be dragons sometimes is not something easily hidden, so they spend a lot of time on the news even though no one knows who it is turning into dragons. also running from people that his family sends after him, and occasionally killing them because when part of you kind of wants to eat everyone you see, you get less squeamish about it. They do eventually get married. Brigit still thinks it is very dumb.

And the next time aliens invade or something , Baelon opens the door and sees goddamn Sam Wilson, and he’s like “OH MY GOD????”

And then they roast some aliens. Baelon gets to meet Rocket, and he is so excited he is almost crying, and Visenya is much too busy interrogating Thor to care. They’re not e x a c t l y avengers because they’re too blase about people dying, but they are frequently utilized by them which is basically the same thing.

Naturally the rest of Baelon’s family does the stupid ritual and it kills his already sick dad but it turns out Daemon’s alive and that’s the plot of the second movie. They are accompanied by Spiderman in that one because I have the power to do that, and also at some point the multiverse breaks again and they meet themselves as incestuous twins and it is very disorienting for them.