#your 'a' sound betrays you karl

[denimshortsdean]

karl urban your slutty little faux-cockney accent isn't fooling anyone. every now and then you will say a word in the most wellingtonian accent known to man. you can't potato potahto your way out of this one karl. i know it's you

[diabolikpersonals]

aaaaand ruki cl endings!

euphoria end:

In the church, Karl Heinz explains that this was all a test, and when Ruki asks “ok can you please stop the test now” Karl Heinz is like lmao no. show me that you can surpass me first. It might be impossible for Ruki because he’s a former human, but Karl Heinz says he approves of Ruki in a certain way, and he just needs Ruki to show that he’s capable of seeing his plan through…….or else, Karl Heinz will take Eve back.

Ruki tells Karl Heinz he owes him a debt of gratitude but he won’t be doing that. He can’t give up Yui OR turn his blade against Karl Heinz. Karl Heinz is like “awww, that’s cute, but check this out” and there’s this terrible magic sound and blood splatters across the screen and Ruki’s like “GUAAAGAGHHH” and I’m thinking “oh no did I actually get the bad end???” and Karl Heinz is like “pick up your sword, pussy” (he doesnt say that last part)

Ruki stands up, all covered in blood, and says that he probably isn’t the right person for Yui. He messed up Karl Heinz’s plans too. But he still doesn’t wanna let her go ;-; um, but he still doesn’t want to fight Karl Heinz, so Karl Heinz is like “die like a dog then” and blasts him. He tells Yui he’ll let Ruki live if she comes with him. He wrecks Ruki’s shit a third time and I imagine he is a blood stain on the floor at this point.

Yui’s about to say she’ll go with Karl Heinz, but Ruki stands up (?! what a trooper) and hugs her. He wants to stay with her to the very end ;-; He thanks her for choosing him, and Yui says there’s nothing to thank her for, she just fell in love with him, simple as that. They kiss and it tastes like Ruki’s blood.

………but again, if you’ve seen some other endings, you know where this is going, right? Kissing in the church is actually the key to leaving this place, so the whole world disappears into whiteness. They wake up in that room in Eden and all of Ruki’s injuries are gone. Karl Heinz is like lol congratulations!! Since Ruki and Yui chose each other in the face of death, they’ve proven their love is real. He’s like “Well, I really thought it would be one of my sons, but the future is full of surprises. peace!” and he disappears..,, giving me no time to strangle him

Anyway we go back to our regular lives. Kino is still a mystery. I imagine Shin acts awkward every time he sees Ruki from now on. We see a nice, familiar scene of the Mukamis being rowdy at dinnertime. Yuma suggests rukiyui should just get married already. Ruki absolutely intends to do that, so kou’s like “whoaaaaa okay this is getting steamy, let’s leave” lmao. When they’re alone, Ruki tells Yui he no longer has any doubts or hesitations about loving her. Before this, he thought he could just keep running away, but now he feels like he can stand his ground and face people like Karl Heinz, and defend the fact that he loves her.

labyrinth end:

Ruki kept Yui to himself even though he didn’t have the qualities to become Adam, and that’s basically betraying Karl Heinz. He’d rather run away with her than face this fact. Karl Heinz lets him run and he’s like “fine, run forever. you can stay here till you make a new choice.”

While they’re running, Yui wakes up in the church again. She’s right back where she started, and Reiji, Kou, Laito, and Ayato are there too. oh my god did I just get timelooped???? tell me I got timelooped

Yui basically plays the general prologue again and chooses the Orange house in hopes of meeting Ruki. He’s there, but he doesn’t remember her anymore!! we totally got timelooped!!! fuck!!!!

Back in Eden, Karl Heinz is talking to himself and he says he’ll rewind this story as many times as it takes for Ruki to figure his shit out. But we gotta do this quick, because the soul can only handle so many repetitions before it breaks down.

Ruki (memoryless) stabs Yuma in the heart and kills him, then the shock gives him his memory back and he freaks out. Yui wakes up in the church AGAIN. The church bells ring AGAIN. She STARTS OVER.

And so it repeats over and over. Sometimes they make progress, sometimes Ruki kills his brothers, sometimes Yui dies. Ruki starts having dreams about past iterations; nightmares where he stabs Yuma’s heart and cuts Kou and Azusa to pieces. His hands feel like they’ve really done it. She tells him it’s all a bad dream and hugs him, but he says “This time you’ll be killed. I don’t know how, but I can see it.” Then he’ll take his sword and kill himself too.

Yui screams no, it’s just a bad dream!! And she hopes she wakes up soon ;-;;;;;

[fenmere]

Someone has just told me this information, and I find myself trying to tune them out, not looking up.

It's an overcast day, but most of the seats at the tables in Pioneer Square in Portland are taken, and I did ask if I could sit here to enjoy my croissant and mocha. And this person said, "Please!"

I'm always a little surprised when someone agrees to share a table with me, considering my towering presence and alarming features. But no one says "no," and no one ever betrays a hint of fear or discomfort.

Even when people come to ask for money from me, they call me "Ma'am." I don't get out much these days, but this is better than Bellingham where they all called me "Sir."

"M'Drah" would be better, but nobody knows that word until I tell them.

I was going to write. I suppose I'm doing that now, but they're also talking to me, and I've found that I'm listening.

"I thought Jesus was a myth," I say, experimentally. When someone just starts volunteering stories like this, you never know quite how they're going to react.

"Oh, he is, yes!" they say. "But, as you know, myths are Truths, and this is the Truth."

"Ah, you've been to college!" I joke with them, looking down at my phone as I type this, glancing up only to check their reaction.

They smirk like Micheal Sheen, "Oh, dear no. I definitely have not."

OK, I confess, I'm not exactly typing this as I talked to this person. I took shorthand notes. But I'm writing it more fully now as if I did. I mention this, because at this point, I really did stare at them, looking them up and down, finally registering what they looked like.

We must have made quite the scene to all the other people in the square. Big, old, green, tan, tawny, and white me, with my wings, tail, breast plates, horns, tusks and all. Across the table from a gloriously androgenous person of indeterminate genetic heritage wearing some kind of ancient looking armor, all gleaming.

You'd think I would have noticed all that before I'd asked them if I could share the table, but I'd already had my phone out to check my Tumblr, I hadn't truly looked at them.

Now I'm wondering why I've never seen anyone like them besides Tilda Swinton in makeup and costuming before. Except not even Tilda did this entity any justice.

"So, how do you know about this tidbit of information regarding Christ?" I ask, expecting my suspicions to be confirmed.

"It is my business to know," they say.

I put my phone down, face down on the table, take a drink of my mocha, and look them in the forehead pointedly, "So, your god really does choose to send human souls to Hell for all eternity if they don't behave well or as laid out in some sort of plan?"

"That is correct."

"But wait," I snap. "You said that if anything other than a human kills him, all humans ascend to Heaven, whether they believe or even want any of this or not?"

"That is also correct."

"I don't like to believe in a universe with such a fucking bastard of a creator in charge," I growl. I imagine I sound little bit like Karl Urban there. Maybe not really, but I imagine it.

"Nevertheless, this is the Truth."

"Then why are you telling me about it? I'm not human," I say, tearing apart my croissant with rough, frustrated movements. "What does your abusive, piece of shit diety want with me?"

"He doesn't," is the reply.

I place half the croissant on my tongue and envelope it with my mouth, chewing for what is to me a tiny bite, making a point to enjoy the textures of the layers as I pull them apart with my teeth and my tongue. It's a crappy croissant, but I can't find any good ones around here, so it entertains me well enough.

Then I swallow and say, "You're just volunteering this?"

"Yes."

"I thought your type doesn't have free will," I point out.

"Apocryphal," they say. "Not much that is written down about the Truth is true."

"That makes sense, since your story doesn't match what I know about the Bible. Or anybody else's sacred texts, for that matter," I'm still doing the Karl Urban thing in my head. Like how he talks when he plays Bones in those Star Trek movies.

"Just so."

"Again. Why are you telling me?"

"It might benefit humanity if someone besides them or us knew about the arrangement."

I slam the other half of the croissant down on the table, squishing it flat, and I stand up to my full height, causing the tent above us to lift up on the tops of my horns. This probably looks awkward and ridiculous, but I don't care.

"A hundred and seventeen billion human beings have been born, lived, taught one of any number of really different religions or spiritualities, and then died on this planet, all fighting and loving and making art about it, and there are eight billion alive today, and you expect me to believe that one being from one of those religions keeps being reborn with the expectation of fulfilling some sort of absurd, arbitrary contract, or some of those people will go to Hell when they die?" I ask.

"That is the sum of it, yes," the person who apparently wants me to believe they're an angel tells me.

"I'm the least murderous dragon in Portland," I shout. "But if I could meet your god, I'd fucking kill him!"

"That can be arranged."

I finally grab the tent, wrestle with it, and then toss it up onto the roof of the Starbucks, and then glare at the supposed angel.

Nobody around us looks.

They never do.

We don't really matter to them.

I'm sorry. You're not going to get my usual good writing today. This whole thing is just too ridiculous. And I'm too incensed to do it justice.

"I've got a MAX to catch, and a date with a raccoon. You know how it is." I gather my things and move to leave.

"He happens to be in town."

"Don't tell me where," I snarl, and walk away.

Well, it's more of a waddle, tail snaking between the tables.

Fucking Jesus Christ.

I didn't sign up for any of that bullshit, and neither did you.

Jesus Christ is born once every century. Each time he takes on a new body and a new name. If he dies at least once not by the hand of man, all of humanity will ascend to heaven. This has not happened yet.

[muiitoloko]

Stubborn hearts

Summary: You're stubborn, but so is Karl. He wasn't willing to give up on you, even if the constant rejection hurt him.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Rejection and mild anguish

Author's Notes: Can you believe I wrote this scene twice? Originally, I had this fun idea of them both having a comical fight over being scared of a cockroach, but then I thought, "Wait, would that really fit with Alan Rickman's performance style?" So, I decided to rethink and rewrite the entire scene without any cockroaches, unlike the original draft. 😅

Also read on Ao3

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh and Eighth part here.

In the days that followed, Karl's attempts to win you over continued, but the gulf between you remained as wide as ever. He showered you with gifts—a new set of books, elegant jewelry, and even a grand piano for the music room—but each gesture seemed to push you further away rather than draw you closer.

Despite your continued rejection of Karl's advances, you found solace in the company of the Pomeranian puppy he had gifted you. You had named him Mouse, partly out of defiance but also because the name seemed to fit his small, jittery personality.

Mouse quickly became your constant companion, following you around the estate as you went about your daily routines. His playful antics and unwavering loyalty began to melt the icy walls around your heart. You found yourself talking to him, confiding in him your frustrations and dreams, knowing he would never judge or demand anything of you.

One afternoon, as you walked through the gardens with Mouse trotting alongside you, you heard Karl's footsteps behind you. He approached cautiously, as if afraid of startling you or upsetting the fragile peace between you.

"May I join you?" Karl asked tentatively, his voice betraying his uncertainty.

You paused, considering his request. Mouse looked up at you expectantly, and you sighed softly. "If you wish," you replied coolly, continuing your walk with Mouse at your side.

Karl fell into step beside you, keeping a respectful distance. "He seems to adore you," he commented, nodding towards Mouse.

You glanced down at the small dog, who was busy sniffing a flower. "He's a good companion," you admitted, your voice softening.

Karl smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "I'm glad," he said quietly. "I hoped he might bring you some comfort."

You nodded slightly, a flicker of gratitude touching your expression. "He has," you admitted, turning your gaze back to the gardens, ignoring him.

Karl sighed at your coldness and decided to leave you alone, feeling the weight of your distant demeanor heavy on his shoulders. He turned to walk away, the disappointment evident in his posture as he retreated, hoping to give you the space you seemed to desire.

Later, as you sat in the library, the soft glow of the afternoon sun casting warm rays through the windows, you found yourself lost in the pages of a book. Your faithful companion, Mouse, was curled up at your feet. The gentle rustle of pages turning was the only sound in the room until the door creaked open, breaking the peaceful silence.

Raising your eyes from the text, you saw Karl entering, a hesitant smile playing on his lips beneath his thick mustache.

"May I join you?" he asked softly, his voice cautious.

You glanced at him over the edge of your book, a hint of amusement in your eyes. "It's your house, Karl. You don't need my permission," you replied matter-of-factly, returning your attention to the page before you.

Karl sighed, a mixture of frustration and resignation evident in the sound. Nonetheless, he moved further into the room, his gaze sweeping over the shelves of books as if searching for something to occupy his attention.

"What are you reading?" he inquired after a moment, his tone light but curious.

"A book," you replied with a hint of sarcasm, not bothering to look up.

Undeterred, Karl continued his search for a book, occasionally stealing glances in your direction as if trying to gauge your mood. Eventually, he made his way to the sofa where you sat, his steps hesitant.

"Which do you think I should read?" he asked, his tone softer now, more tentative.

You sighed inwardly, recognizing the effort Karl was making to engage with you. Setting your book aside, you motioned for him to join you on the couch.

"Come here," you said, your voice softer than before. "Let's read together."

Karl's expression softened with surprise, but he nodded and took a seat beside you, careful not to intrude on your space.

You reached for the book you had been reading, a well-worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice," and opened it to the first page. "I was just starting this," you explained, your voice steady yet tinged with uncertainty.

Karl glanced at the title with interest. "Ah, a classic," he remarked with a small smile.

You nodded in agreement, turning to the first chapter. "Shall we begin?" you asked, and began to read aloud.

"Chapter One. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

As you read, Karl listened attentively, the words of Jane Austen weaving a spell of enchantment around you both. Your voice, though soft, carried the subtle humor of the text, drawing Karl into the story with each word.

And as the chapters unfolded, the tension between you seemed to melt away. The shared activity brought a sense of quiet companionship, a bridge over the gap that had separated you for so long. Karl's presence beside you felt less imposing, more comforting, and you found yourself relaxing in his company.

When you finished the chapter, you glanced at Karl, surprised to see a genuine smile on his face. "Thank you for reading," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

You returned the smile, feeling a sense of connection that had been missing between you before. "You're welcome," you replied, a hint of warmth in your tone.

Karl hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Would you like me to continue?" he asked tentatively, gesturing to the book in his hands.

You considered his offer, touched by his willingness to share this moment with you. After a moment's thought, you nodded. "I'd like that," you said, and settled back against the cushions, ready to listen as Karl began to read.

As Karl continued reading, Mouse, the faithful companion, lay curled up at your feet, his soft snores adding to the tranquil atmosphere of the library. The warm glow of the lamplight bathed the room in a cozy ambiance, wrapping you both in a cocoon of peace and comfort.

Suddenly, Karl paused, his gaze lingering on the page before him. "You know," he said, his voice thoughtful, "the dynamic between Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy feels familiar, doesn't it?"

You turned to him, intrigued by his observation. "How so?" you inquired, curious to hear his perspective.

A faint smile graced Karl's lips as he explained, "Their relationship, at its core, is a journey of understanding and growth. Despite their initial misunderstandings and differences, they find a profound connection rooted in mutual respect and admiration."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, considering his comparison carefully. "You believe our relationship mirrors theirs?" you asked, searching his eyes for sincerity.

Karl nodded earnestly, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, I do. Despite our differences and the challenges we've faced, I believe there's a potential for something meaningful between us."

But you couldn’t stifle a laugh, though it was laced with bitterness. “Karl, let’s not deceive ourselves. Ours is not a love story. It's a pact of convenience. I didn’t choose this path, and I certainly didn’t choose you.”

Karl’s gaze dropped to the book in his hands, his grip tightening as he absorbed your words. "Why do you reject me so vehemently?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and pain.

Your frustration boiled over, fueled by resentment. "How can you even ask that?" you shot back, your tone sharp with anger. "You destroyed my family's business, Karl! You purposely drove it to ruin just to manipulate my father into agreeing to this marriage."

Karl's expression faltered, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. "I never intended to—"

"Don’t bother with your excuses," you interrupted, your voice icy with contempt. "You desired me, and you exploited my family's vulnerability to fulfill your own ambitions. You may be old enough to be my father, but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate my life."

Karl opened his mouth to respond, but you refused to let him. "You are not the man I envisioned spending my life with, Karl. Not even close. My dreams were of love, of partnership, of a future built on trust and affection. Not this... this travesty."

Karl winced as your words pierced his heart. Releasing his grip on the book, he struggled to maintain his composure, his emotions roiling beneath the surface. After a moment of tense silence, he rose from his seat, turning to face you with a mixture of sorrow and defiance. "It doesn’t matter, [Your Name]," he said, his voice strained with emotion. "You're my wife now, and whether you accept it or not, you belong to me."

You recoiled at his assertion, your eyes blazing with indignation. "Belongs to you?" you spat, rising to meet his gaze with equal ferocity. "I don't belong to anyone, Karl. Especially not to you."

Karl's jaw clenched, his frustration evident. "I have tried to be patient, to understand you," he declared, his voice tinged with frustration. "I have extended olive branches, I have given you space, but I can no longer abide by that!"

With sudden resolve, Karl swore under his breath, his native tongue carrying the weight of his determination. "Genug ist genug!" (Enough is enough!)

Advancing towards you, he locked eyes with you, his resolve unyielding. "From this moment on, we will share the same bedroom, the same bed," he announced, his tone authoritative. "I refuse to tolerate this distance between us any longer."

You recoiled at his demand, shaking your head in defiance. "I will not share a bed with you," you declared adamantly, your voice trembling with resolve. "I would sooner sleep on the floor than spend a single night under the same roof as you."

Karl's gaze hardened, his determination unwavering. "So be it," he stated firmly. "But mark my words, [Your Name], this divide between us will not endure. I will do whatever it takes to bridge the chasm you've erected around your heart."

With that final declaration, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts. As his words echoed in your mind, you couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty that gripped you, uncertain of what the future held for you and Karl, bound together by a marriage forged in strife.

As you lay in bed, the soft purring of Mouse providing a comforting backdrop, you couldn't shake the sense of unease that settled over you like a heavy blanket. The room felt stifling, suffocating even, despite the gentle glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls.

When Karl entered the room, a pillow in hand, you braced yourself for the tension that always seemed to accompany his presence. His silent entry did little to ease your discomfort, and you found yourself retreating further into the covers, seeking solace in their embrace.

As he settled into bed, you felt his eyes on you, a weighty gaze that made your skin crawl. Without a word, you made your decision, gathering your pillow and Mouse before rising from the bed. His voice cut through the silence, tinged with concern, but you paid it no mind.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room," you announced, your tone firm and unwavering.

Karl's protest fell on deaf ears as you turned to leave, his confusion evident in the furrow of his brow. "Your duty as my wife is to sleep in the same bedroom as me." But you refused to be swayed by his attempts to assert authority over you, to dictate the terms of your existence.

"My duty as your wife?" you scoffed, your voice tinged with bitterness. "I never asked for this marriage, Karl. It was forced upon me, and I will not be confined by your expectations."

With that, you left him in the darkness, his frustration palpable in the air. Alone in the silence of the room, Karl's thoughts raced, his mind consumed by the image of you retreating to the guest room, away from him.

"Verdammt schwierige Frau!" (Damn difficult woman!) he muttered under his breath, the words a testament to his mounting frustration. He punched his pillow in a futile attempt to release his pent-up anger before extinguishing the light, enveloping himself in the darkness.

But despite his efforts to find rest, Karl found himself tossing and turning, unable to escape the gnawing sense of longing that consumed him. For in that moment, as he lay alone in the darkness, Karl couldn't deny the ache in his heart, the yearning for a connection that seemed just out of reach.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Karl couldn't bear it any longer. He rose from his own bed with practiced silence, mindful not to disturb the other occupants of the house. Step by step, he navigated the familiar corridors until he reached your guest room.

Pausing at the threshold, Karl's heart raced with a mixture of apprehension and resolve. With a steady hand, he pushed the door open, the hinges protesting softly against the intrusion. Mouse, your loyal companion, stirred at the sound, his inquisitive eyes meeting Karl's.

Karl offered a tender smile to the faithful dog, beckoning him over. Mouse obliged, his tail wagging in anticipation. With a gentle touch, Karl closed the door behind him, leaving Mouse outside. Now it was just you and Karl, alone in the stillness of the night.

Approaching the bed with cautious steps, Karl's gaze softened as he beheld your peaceful form, a hint of furrowed brow betraying your slumbering mind's wanderings. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Karl eased himself onto the bed, careful not to disturb you.

As he settled beside you, the warmth of your body beckoned to him, drawing him in. With a tender touch, Karl pulled you close, enveloping you in his embrace. A sense of calm washed over him as you nestled against him, fitting perfectly into the curve of his arm. In that moment, Karl found solace in the simple intimacy of being close to you.

"You're so stubborn," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the darkness.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. Karl chuckled quietly, his chest tightening with affection.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair.

You shifted again, curling into him even more. Karl felt his heart swell with warmth, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time.

"You're worth the fight," Karl whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

But as he lay curled up in bed with you, Karl sighed softly, his breath barely audible in the quiet of the room. He knew that you wouldn't approve of this closeness if you were awake, but he couldn't help but relish the moment. Despite the tension and distance between you during the day, being here with you now felt strangely comforting.

Gazing at you, sleeping soundly beside him, Karl couldn't help but admire your peaceful expression. In the soft light filtering through the curtains, you looked utterly serene, your defenses momentarily down. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, unable to resist the urge to touch you.

Karl leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. He knew you wouldn't appreciate such intimacy, especially considering the strained dynamic between you. But in this fleeting moment, he allowed himself to indulge in the tenderness he felt towards you.

As he stood up, Karl heard Mouse scratching at the door, eager to join him. He glanced back at you once more, feeling a pang of longing as he admired your slumbering form. Despite the complexities of your relationship, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you, the desire to be close to you in whatever way he could.

Opening the door, Karl welcomed Mouse inside, watching fondly as the little dog bounded into the room, his tail wagging with excitement. Mouse struggled to climb onto the high bed, and Karl couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. He reached down, scooping up the small dog and helping him settle on the bed beside you.

Seeing Mouse snuggle up next to you, Karl smiled softly, a twinge of sadness tugging at his heart. In that moment, he wished things could be different between you, that he could openly express his affection without fear of rejection. But he knew that such fantasies were futile, mere illusions in the face of reality.

With a heavy heart, Karl left the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He made his way to his own bedroom, the weight of the night bearing down on him. As he settled into bed, surrounded by the darkness and silence of his room, Karl couldn't shake the image of you sleeping peacefully, a reminder of the distance between you that seemed insurmountable.

The memory of your presence lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the warmth he craved but couldn't have. He traced the empty space beside him, where you were meant to be, feeling the weight of your absence like a physical ache.

Despite his longing, Karl knew he had to respect your boundaries, even if it meant sacrificing his own desires. He sighed deeply, the conflict within him palpable. He couldn't force you to feel what he felt, no matter how deeply he loved you.

But love wasn't something Karl could control. It had crept up on him unexpectedly, refusing to be ignored despite his attempts to keep it at bay. He loved you with a depth he couldn't explain, a fierce devotion that left him vulnerable and exposed.

As he lay there, lost in his thoughts, Karl couldn't help but wonder why it had to be you. Of all the women in the world, why did he have to fall for someone so out of reach? It was a question that tormented him, a mystery he couldn't unravel.

He longed to bridge the gap between you, to break through the walls you had erected around yourself. But every attempt seemed to push you further away, leaving him feeling helpless and alone.

"Why do you repudiate me so much?" he whispered into the darkness, his voice heavy with emotion. "Can't you see how much I love you? How much I want to make you happy?"

The ache in his chest refused to ease, a constant reminder of the divide between them. Karl knew he had to respect your boundaries, to give you the space you needed. But it was a painful sacrifice, one that tore at his heart with each passing moment.

He closed his eyes, seeking solace in the memories they had shared. The moments of laughter and companionship, the fleeting glimpses of the woman he knew you could be. He held onto those memories like lifelines, desperate for any sign that you might feel the same way.

Karl wasn't one to give up easily. He had faced countless challenges in his life, overcoming each with a determination that bordered on stubbornness. But this, winning your heart, felt like the greatest challenge of all.

He loved you with a fierceness that both scared and exhilarated him. He didn't know how to love you any other way. And he couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

So Karl lay there, alone in the darkness, his heart breaking silently as he wrestled with his love for a woman who couldn't return his feelings. But despite the pain, despite the uncertainty, he knew one thing for certain: he would never stop loving you.

[asafeplacetostay]

Kissing Them (Series) P1: KARL JACOBS

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pairing: cc!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

summary: just a short series of how I think it would be kissing some dsmp men based on their online persona

tw: making out? slight nsfw ig

Kissing Karl is a whole experience on its own. He's giddy and shy, face warming softly when you tuck a strand of chocolate hair behind his flushed ear. He shuts his eyes like he's about to experience pain, but the smile of gold that tugs at the corners of his mouth betrays that thought.

He is soft, pliant under your touch. Back arching slightly as your hands slid up his side, your tongue brushing against his briefly while he whines over your lips. He keeps one arm secured around your shoulder, the other wrapped around your middle back, like he was embracing you really tightly. It could look like a hug if you didn't pay attention, not like you care.

He reacts at each touch, shivers running up his spine and he tries to pull you closer (even though that's quite impossible) when he feels your teeth close around his bottom lip. He's vocal, high pitched and airy. He huffs and moans with only the mere feel of your fingers on his skin, he goes crazy once your hand slips under the fabric of his sweater.

When you lean back Karl always clumisly chases your mouth for more warmth, he can't get enough of you, and quite frankly, you can't get enough of his either.

When you finally manage to calm his eagerness, he giggles, softening the room even more, as if his gentle sound could make the lamplight more golden and the fires burn warmer. That sweet eruption of pure glee was the gift you didn't know you needed, and it made your heart hammer like crazy.

[pileofscoundrels]

“Good.” Rip said calmly. “Looking forward to meeting you tonight.” And just like that he was back to his fake-friendly, calculating self. He put down his phone without giving them a chance to say anything else. 

Tonight was going to be fun.

-

Seeing Karl get all flustered by Rip of all people felt really wrong. He had initially hoped that the Karl charm would somehow fix their problems but instead he watches Karl stammer around nervously and give in? No, no this couldn’t be it. Please, no. 

Julian knew all too well what it was like to fall victim to Rip’s games but somehow he had assumed that Karl would be better than that. The Karl he had met was. 

“Shit. Okay. We can deal with that. We can totally deal with that. Don’t you worry your pretty head.” He tried to reassure the other man but unfortunately his voice betrayed him. Instead of comforting, he sounded worried… unsure. And when he leaned over and reached out to touch Karl’s face in order to turn it towards him, he noticed that the color on his cheeks hadn’t quite faded yet. “You’re blushing…?” 

Julian pulled away abruptly and and rubbed his eyes in frustration, then sat up properly, reaching for the cigarettes he had dumped on the nightstand. Shaky fingers were fiddling with the pack as he thought about his options. This was going to be a problem and despite all, he still didn’t want Karl to see how bad things could get. He wanted to keep that part away from him at all cost. It hadn’t been that long yet but until tonight? There were still a few hours to go. “Are you sure we don’t have anything left? Not even a tiny bit? Anything?” 

See what’s become of me

@karlgrove <3

He couldn’t tell if Muriel was really his friend or if she used him for a roof over her head while escaping her family but through the blur of substances and loud music and mindnumbing TV it sure as hell felt like it. She shared too, which he could very much appreciate and she only got angry when they ran out. Which was something he understood as well but he’d rather die than go to Rip about… this. He didn’t plan for this go on anyway, a week at most… how long had it been… Regardless, they managed just fine for the most part and whenever the phone rang, he just turned the music up louder.

-

Somewhere in an ridiculously overpriced apartment in New Hampshire, Blair was trying to concentrate on a book but no matter how hard she tried, one thing just would not leave her mind alone. Julian. He hadn’t called to be a sappy idiot or to rant about minor inconveniences or to beg her to come back in a while and not once did he pick up the phone or call her back either.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, even after all that happened she did but she had also known him far too long to ignore it completely. Blair was getting worried and even though Clay insisted he’d be just fine, her gut feeling told a different story.

It wouldn’t have been difficult to get a hold of the Grove family either way but Julian, not being an idiot for once, had told her the phone number in case something happened. And when the time seemed rather reasonable to her and the nervous feeling became too much, she made her call.

“Hello! It’s me, Blair, there’s something I want to talk about…” the young woman would begin once she reached somebody, twirling her locks with a finger to calm herself down as she voiced her concerns about Julian. How she couldn’t reach him, how she had a really bad feeling and how she was most likely overreacting and there was nothing to worry about and how she found herself worrying regardless.

[sandbees]

Dumbass but hilarious to consider scenario.

Dream SMP however it's the Twisted Boys doing the roleplay.

They were recording it because why not and did not expect the popularity it would get.

Yuu is Wilbur. Especially with the cursed lore. There have been many attempts to get them to stop. They all failed.

Riddle basically has Bad's roleplay role and is quite proud of The Egg Arc.

Ace is Tommy and Epel is Dream. Deuce is Tubbo. Sebeck is Sapnap. And Jack is George because he's not that into the heavy stuff.

You chose who everyone else is essentially playing as. Just wanted to share this.

*Laughs in 10 steps ahead of you*

I actually have like a few pages in a notebook about this. The cast list goes as follows:

Dream: Lilia (Mainly because Diasomnia is a strong af group and they do fit the “intimidating enemies” vibe.)

George: Malleus (Mainly because of King George in that one arc, plus with the lore of Dream and George being very close during that time. Though Jade takes George’s role during the Manberg/Pogtopia arc)

Sapnap: Silver (I find it funny that Silver, who is calm and also really low energy, is Sapnap, who has very high energy.)

Tommy: Ace (Come on, it’s obvious. Those two would be friends if Tommy traveled to Twisted Wonderland)

Tubbo: Deuce (Also very obvious. Tommy and Tubbo are a duo as much as Ace and Deuce.)

Wilbur: Epel (MMMMMM, Epel going batshit insane is a)

Fundy: Jack (...furry-) (No actually I think it’d be really cool for Jack, who has a strong moral compass betray his own morals just to keep up a spy act.)

Eret: Sebek (HAHAHHAHAHAHA, IT FITS BECAUSE SEBEK WOULD TOTALLY BETRAY THEM FOR LILIA AND MALLEUS)

Niki: Trey (Baker :) Also it’s fitting that Trey would be the one to kill Ace)

Techno: Leona (C’mon, his attitude matches DSMP! Techno, and he totally would be an anarchist.)

BBH: Kalim (Egg Arc :)))) Kalim would totally let himself be possessed for the sake of Jamil)

Skeppy: Jamil (Egg Arc :) Also best friends with Kalim obvs)

Sam: Vil  (I...have no exact reason for this. I just think it fits for some reason. Maybe because Warden Vil sounds really cool???)

Antfrost: Rook  (Cats have night vision, Rook canonically has good vision. Also, that one bit where Tommy, Techno, and Tubbo made Ant into an S-L-A-V-E? Hilarious if the cast did that)

Schlatt: Azul (Slimy business man? He would totally kick out Epel and Ace lmao)

Quackity: Floyd (I MADE THIS BEFORE QUACKITY’S PRISON STREAMS AND OOOHHH MY GOOOODD, I’M SHAKING FLOYD WOULD DO THAT IF HE WASN’T RESTRAINED)

Punz: Ruggie (Both do stuff for a price, literally makes the most sense)

Jack Manifold: Riddle (Riddleland :0 and also he totally would help Deuce make nukes with his big brain and use them to attempt to murder Ace with them)

Philza: Crowley (I feel like this one is obvious???)

Ranboo: Othro ( :))) Othro angst where he remembers nothing. Deuce adopts Othro for the tax benefits.)

Puffy: Yuu (THERAPIST ANYONE????)

Karl: Cater (Cater documents his life a lot, like Karl documenting his own adventures.

Foolish: Idia (Idia is from the dorm based on a Greek God. Foolish is a God. Enough said. Also getting sacrificed for an Egg cult is tragic and hilarious)

Anyways, even if this is my general idea, your idea sounds amazing! I’ve written a lot of other DreamSMP inspired ideas on my blog, involving Yuu, Rook, and Jamil being Tubbo, Techno, and Eret on their way to beat up Crowley (Sam) for taking Grim (Micheal). There was also another time where I wrote Tubbo’s Checkmate scene with our classic quartet.

I like your castings, though! I totally agree that Yuu would be the one to make up cursed lore (”I gave birth to Grim, he’s my son, and his other parent is a tree!”) I also like Riddle being BBH, which means Trey would probably be Skeppy, and WHOOO BOY THE ANGST. Thinking about Sebek as Sapnap does make sense, and I could totally see him and Ace fighting early in the SMP. Though, idk about Jack being Gogy, since George basically sleeps a lot, which I don’t see Jack doing at all.

Anyways, that’s just my cup of tea. I really like this idea tho! :0

[kaijurakunsobs]

Karl coming back to you and the baby after a successful REVOLUTION!! Cause he deserves happiness (and maybe ethans there because I want rosemary and lil maginito baby to be friends

I like how you think anon

this one is gonna be fun and LONG

Let's start by pretending Ethan wasn't just a human chia pet, but the mold made him mutate like the Lords, he has no powers but his body is just...sturdier

that being said...

after Miranda's announcement of finding the perfect vessel and presenting Rose to the Lords, you could tell Heisenberg was extremely close to start his rebellion in that moment, what stopped him? that your child is waiting for the return of their parents and you still have no way out of everything goes wrong

it feels grotesque to receive a piece of such an innocent baby in a flask

through the creep vine you both learn about Ethan being in the Village, the father of the stolen child, you can see the expression in Karl's face shift into one of hope, he knows something you don't

when Winters is brought to the church you both play your role of sadistic monsters, giving a "show" for Donna and Moreau, but you have made sure there are useful things "left behind" by previous participants of your little game

with bated breaths, you follow his progress, feeling more and more hope with each Lord he takes down

Heisenberg cheers loudly when Dimitrescu goes down, lifting you off the ground and howling harder when only Moreau remains

He knows that, Ethan won't take it well when he arrives at the factory, so you offer to be the one to welcome him, reminding Karl to keep his cool and be straight with his answers and go to the point

NO THREATENING THE GUESS WITH THROWING HIM TO THE STURM

Ethan is, indeed, shaken up when he comes into the factory and the first thing he sees is you, he saw you at the church, why are you waiting for him?

"I must say, under other circumstances, it would have been...nice to meet you, but there's no time to lose, come with me, please"

he's hesitant, which is understandable, but he follows, a hand always hovering over his gun and eyes following your every move

when you reach Karl's center of command, you are careful with asking to sit and please listen to what you two have to say

"That boulder punching guy and his people are here, right Ethan?" Karl has his back to the other man "You see...me and Y/N...we need your help"

"My help!? after everything, each and everyone single one of you psychos put through?!"

But Karl is not listening, he starts to tell his story...your story, how Miranda took you both and used you like she's trying to use Rose, but you two were defective, useless, he wants revenge and is willing to do anything to get it

There's desperation in his voice but Winters seems unmoved by it, later you will admit that what you did was manipulative but as long as it works

Both men see you leave and come back with your child in arms, the kid is a bit older than Rose, the gray hair and factions that resemble yours is all that Ethan needs to know, Heisenberg as a child

they are vastly different but, he's like Ethan, he just wants to put his family in a safe place, so he accepts with the promise of "I'll kill you the moment you try to betray me"

Involving and convincing Chris is a lot harder, the man is already pissed at Ethan and now he's besties with 2 of Miranda's underlings? but time is running out and hes desperate for help, and maybe, it could actually work

Chris gives Heisenberg coordinates of where there's gonna be someone waiting for you and the kid, and that you have to be quick in reaching the point or they will leave with out you

of course, you panic! Karl is staying behind and you have to go? you want to kick Chris in the face and make him change his mind, he already has the soldats, why does he need Karl too?!

it's he who has to almost drag you away towards where the Duke is, he knows he has a better chance of getting you there, Miranda won't spare a glance at the merchant

a hefty payment and promises of coming back to you later, you are delivered safely to the team, Karl's trench coat draped over your shoulders and a sack filled with some of your most precious items. feeling like that's the last time you will see him again.

from the helicopter's window, you see with horror how the factory gets destroyed, gasping when Karl's mechanical form appears from the rubble and his army moving to where Miranda must be

the wait is grueling, painful, the sounds of gunfire and explosions make you jump, your crying child screams for their father, but this time, hes not there to calm the not cries and make them laugh

it's past dawn when the bigger explosion shakes the helicopter and when you cry the hardest, believing hes dead, that he die protecting you both.

the entire ride back to the BSAA is spent in silence, your child cried themselves to sleep and you are...just there...heartbroken, unable to shed another tear

a group of paramedics comes to you when you arrive at the new area, asking you questions and trying to check you for any wounds, but you don't answer or hear or care

from far away you see him, limping and using Ethan as a crutch, and then you are running, harder than you have ever done in your life, a strong hold in your baby

Karl looks up to see you and he can't help but smile and cry, open arms waiting for you and catching you, not carrying for his wounds, hes just there and his family is safe...and the 3 of you are free

neither of you put up a fight when the BSAA informs you that you will be under surveillance or that wherever you go you are expected to stay close to their offices, you laugh wholeheartedly when Karl asks "But we can go anywhere...you won't keep us locked away?"

Mia is the one who insists that both families must be close to each other, and you accept

it feels like a dream when Karl comes back and bitches about something that happened in the new lab, he may not be allowed to use corpses but hes allowed to tinker around with his creations and help to contain all bioweapons

you see your child grow and little Rose comes often to play, both children laugh and run around, not knowing what life they could have had

they whisper secrets and share what they have, Mia lights up whenever your kid gives her drawings, Karl melts down a bit when Rosemary calls him "uncle Heis"

and you see him change, he no longer frowns or gets irritated, he giggles or tells jokes, you have caught him develop a true fascination in watching videos and play video games

for once in so long...everything is finally fine

[elysianightsss]

Hello! So i want to make a request! But only if your comfortable! :)

So, Reader got cheated on :( And now they feeling very sad and lonely, like REALLY sad because they loved them but then the Feral boys go comfort them :) Only fluffy pls-

Again, only write if your comfortable! And it can be short if you want

Hello! Thankyou for this request! I hope you enjoy! 😊

Feral boys x reader

Dreamsmp reality

Empty. You felt empty. Loving someone so much only for them to betray you. You had walked in on your other half cheating on you. You heart broke. Crying was good, crying was the only thing that felt right in this moment of loneliness.

The banging on your front door slipped by your attention as you stared at the wall. You’d been in your house for about three days now. The first day was spent in denial, the second it hit you and today you’d just cried from the moment you woke up.

“Y/N we know you’re in there.” Sapnap’s voice went unnoticed by you.

“Come on, sweets open the door.” You didn’t even hear Karl or the door being opened by Dream’s spare key. It wasn’t until the boys were stood in front of you, did you actually realise what was happening.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sapnap asked, trying to make his voice as soft as possible.

“Sweetheart.” Dream frowned sitting down next to you on the sofa, rubbing your back gently.

“Y/N.” Karl sounded as sad as you felt. He took in your appearance and hated the person who had made you like this. Your puffy, red eyes and tears stained cheeks.

“I felt it crack inside me. My heart.” Your bottom lip trembled as you willed yourself to try and stop crying. The boys all stared at you with so much pity it made you feel worse. “I didn’t know what to do. I felt so betrayed, and suddenly it was like I couldn’t trust anyone.” George leaned forward and brushed some of your tears away.

“You can always trust us.” Karl said firmly, filled with so much confidence.

“Yeah, we’ll never let you down.” Quackity agreed trying to be serious at this moment in time despite it going against his personality. It was true they hadn’t ever let you down in any situation.

“T-Thankyou.” You sniffled feeling so tired, you were just so drained from crying so much, from how much stress your body had been under.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed sweetheart.” Dream held your figure close to his as he raised you from the couch. George rushed to the other side, helped you upstairs and into bed. They sat on the end of your bed watching over you as Karl came in with a warm flannel and tissues. He wiped over your cheeks softly and dried your face afterwards.

Quackity and Sapnap came in a bit later with some food. They weren’t having it when you said you weren’t hungry, BigQ going as far as almost feeding it to you. Eventually you took the spoon from him and began to eat the soup yourself while he grinned triumphantly.

“Try and sleep now. We’ll be here when you wake up sweetie.” George said quietly, your eyes closing when he spoke.

You may be sad about what happened for a long time, but you knew with them around you’d never feel empty or alone again.

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@victory-is-here

[maggicktouched]

Karl surveyed the handful of smiling faces as they drank with a contented sigh. He was happiest when he was surrounded with crowds of people---and if anyone in the crowd was unhappy, so was he. His caring nature had reshaped the Bears over his many centuries of rule. What was scattered and self centered under his father's reign, had become familial and warm under his own.

Though he hardly deserved the praise for the transformation. He was no brilliant politician, and he had little patience for mind games or backstabbers. His talents were in battle and hard labor---in good judgement and a loving demeanor that were extended even beyond the bounds of his own blood. It was his wives that had taken his heart's desire and shaped the world. Each of them was extraordinary in one way or another. If any of them or if he lacked in any way, another one of them would rise to fill in the gaps.

The humans would have to adjust to life around witches, but from what he'd seen, they would find friends among his own people.

He nodded and with a surprisingly fluid motion, he stood and followed the Wolf King out of the merriment into the solemn silence of a private chamber. Karl was forced to duck and shimmy awkwardly through the door, and even though Robb did not, he found a chair to settle himself in. He watched the young man pace anxiously, and his heart hurt a little. The boy could not be more than thirty, and here he was holding up a nation as the world threatened to crumble around him. It was too big of a burden, Karl thought, to place on the young, but saying so would only insult a king.

"Sit." He coaxed, motioning to a chair. "You burn a hole in your floor and then? Hm? The Jǫkull Lýðr crawl through to your hall. Sit. Stillness is good for the spirit."

That he asked no questions of this strange man from an unknown place who had shown up with an army of bears and creatures foreign to this land betrayed how frightened he really was. Karl frowned. He had been told the situation was dire, and that was why the doorways needed to be sealed to this land, but he hadn't been there when the Wolf King had taken apart the ice beasts that had wandered into their land. He had not seen them for himself and could not properly know the level of fear they instilled in others.

"Night King? I do not know this name." He'd never been one to spit in the face of other royals, but there was such a thing as too many cooks in a kitchen---or too many kings in a land.

Karl raised up his hands and clapped. The sound cracked like thunder in the small room and around his hands, an amber colored mist coiled slowly. When he pulled his hands away from one another, a massive map of Westeros unfurled between them. Instead of cities or countries, the map only had a handful of points of interest. One in the far North, another on the little Islands just west of the continent, and one just south of them in the swamp lands where they had entered this world. Each point faintly glowed red. He did not expect Robb to startle at this display. He was hardly the first witch the young king had encountered, and he had not hidden what he was since coming here. None of them had.

He pointed to the mark in the far north. "Here is a door. It is--magic door. You go in here, you come out miles and miles away. Across the sea. In the Witch Wilds, this door sits on edge of Wolf Clan land. Two new moons ago, dead men came through. The Wolf King---other Wolf King--not so handsome---he finds them. Takes them apart. They do not die. He sends soldiers back through, they come back afraid. Armies of Jǫkull Lýðr, they say. Ice men. Dead men. Wolf King has his excuse. Finally he can destroy doors for good. A few days later, my daughter comes, tears in her eyes. She hears men here will all die and she can never return, so she asks for my help. Do you have little girls? She is my only little girl. Twenty six children and only two born girls."

Karl grunted and leaned back in his chair, smoothing his wiry beard and idly playing with one of the wooden beads woven into the braids.

"Well. One? My first wife's. My queen's only. The forest reclaims her before she is even a woman. The other? My third wife's. Born one way, becomes another. Seven years old, points to me and says he is boy. Again, I have no girls. Pah. I think. Who cares? Many good sons is no curse. Your wife will give you many, I know." The King waved his hand and shrugged his shoulders. "But she is shy. I come to your home, she hides away. I see no queen."

Karl went quiet for only a moment, scratching his beard like he forgot something. And he had. His whole point in all this. Even now he could hardly remember it, so he pressed on.

"So my baby girl comes to me, asks me for help, asks me for land. I say take it, take it. Go and get my dagger, take heart from my chest. It is all yours. This is the way with girls. So I pack up carts and bring strong men, we come through the door, and here I am. I will bring you, your family, all that will come, home to Witch Wilds. The doors will collapse, the Jǫkull Lýðr they will remain here. You will be safe. All are happy, yah?"

Karl finally paused his ramblings, sitting back to hear Robb's answer to his proposition, blissfully unaware that in the great hall, laid across the chair he had been sitting on, a symbol of a goat's head began to glow like burning embers along the lining of his discarded cloak.

If Robb felt any trepidation, it was only as he watched the look pass between his mother and this bear of a man. Yet, terrible as the idea of his mother flirting with anyone might be--and he certainly hoped that was not what was about to happen--the man otherwise seemed quite harmless, despite the size of him. This fight, impossible as it may be, was far preferable to the other unwinable conflict in the far North. Robb almost welcomed it, the chance to face a living opponent for perhaps the last time, to exchange a few swings, to feel human with every flexing move of his muscles and shuffle of his feet. Before long, Robb felt himself laughing, something he had not had reason to do in a very, very long time. He dodged the bear king's hits the best he could, taking one here and there, and was able to land one of his own.

Neither man fought with much ferocity and certainly without intent for real violence. It felt like sparring with his brothers back in the keeps of Winterfell, back when things were simple and fighting was a skill that could be learned and trained, not the starting line between life and death. Before the war, before every moment had become terrible and deadly, Robb had spent nearly all his time outside, riding horses, shooting arrows, hunting and racing and brawling. Back then, it had never been about hurt or harm but about the game and the challenge, wooden sticks smacked to breaking point, and wrestling in the soft snow.

As the Bear King "surrendered," Robb grinned and extended his hand to shake. "I thank you for not turning me to powder in my own hall," he said, voice light and amused, for he was under no assumptions that Karl could not decimate him in a one-on-one match, should he so desire.

As the wine was poured and passed around, Robb's people cheered their thanks, and Robb found himself smiling once more. He watched as they tapped their mugs together and shared stories and jokes, and wondered if this would be the last time they ever enjoyed themselves like this. When the Night King came for them, there were be no more toasts or feasts, no merriment or laughter. A lump caught in his throat at the thought, and Robb had to work hard to choke it down and bring his attention back to his guest.

"Come. Let us talk alone. We shall not interrupt them." Leaving the men to their drinks, Robb opened a door behind his throne and held it open for the Bear King. He gestured for the man to take a seat in the chamber beyond, though he himself did not sit, beginning to pace around the room, his hands folded together, expression now serious and focused. "You have heard about the Night King's approach, I take it. Then I suppose you have also heard that his armies cannot be killed. Not by sword or arrow. And those they kill rise once more to join them."

[cornfields-and-bad-dreams]

If dreams can come true what does that say about nightmares?

@doccocksstuff requested reader having a panic attack and Heisenberg comforting them.

Word count: 819

Warnings: Depictions of violence.

Rating: Teen and up

Mother Miranda held you up by your collar, her insidious eyes boring holes in your soul.

"So you're Heisenberg's little plaything?" She laughed.

You writhed in her grasp, trying to free yourself, but it was to no avail. The woman threw you down on the muddy ground at her feet. You attempted to get up and run, but Mother Miranda simply kicked you back down.

"What a disappointment he is, not only has he betrayed me but he's taken up companionship with a pathetic thing like you."

Her foot came down on your back, pressing you down into the thick mud. You cried in pain, clawing at the ground in anguish.

"Hey!"

The sound of Heisenberg's voice filled you with hope, the foot on your back was removed and you flipped over just in time to see Karl take a swing at Mother Miranda with his hammer. She stepped back out of the way, as Heisenberg geared up to swing again Mother Miranda lunged at him. Her hands wrapped around his neck and Karl dropped his hammer. As Mother Miranda squeezed at his neck black veins spread over his skin originating from where she held her grip.

"I gave you your life, I gave you your gift, and I can take them away!" She yelled.

You could tell Karl was trying to move his hammer with his powers, the hammer moved slightly, just barely lifting off the ground before falling again. Heisenberg faltered, falling to one knee he clawed at Mother Miranda's hands, trying to pry them away from his throat. You sat in horror watching as the man you loved gasped for breath. You're mind raced with thoughts of what to do, but you couldn't move, frozen in place. You wanted to move so badly, you tried desperately. Focusing your willpower you willed your arm to move, and move it did.

Your arm jerked and you woke up. Sitting up in bed you breathed heavily, looking around you sat in the dark of the bedroom, the only bit of light came from the hall, filtering in from the partially open door.

Your eyes began to water as you recalled your dream, your breath turned to gasps of air as you began to cry. You couldn't quite catch your breath and your mind raced with fear that, despite it being just a dream, something terrible had happened to Karl. On shaky legs, you crawled out of bed and made your way to the door. Leaning against the doorframe you looked out into the lit hall and down in the direction of Heisenberg's workroom. Your body shook and heavy tears fell from your eyes. Slowly you made your way down the hall, a hand on the wall for support. Finally, you made it to the workroom, you stood a moment in front of the door, scared to open it. Fearful of what might be awaiting you on the other side. Slowly you pushed the door open, holding your breath as best you could.

Heisenberg stood at his work table, peering down at a blueprint. Upon seeing him you took a shaky breath and called his name.

"Karl?"

Your voice was soft, but he heard you. Turning around Karl grumbled.

"What?"

You gave a sniffle and bolted towards him. Colliding with him you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. Letting out the biggest sobs you'd ever made. Karl stood stunned a moment before realizing what was happening. Gently wrapping his arms around you he held you close, and rocked back and forth.

"Shh. It's alright, I'm here."

Karl wasn't used to comforting people, but ever since you'd met he tried his best to help you during bad times. He'd only seen you like this a few times and every time it broke his heart. The two of you stood there a moment, Karl rubbing circles into your back and giving soft affirmations. You cried into his chest until you were able to calm down.

"What happened?"

Karl brushed the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"I, I had a dream. Miranda tried to hurt me, then you saved me, but she attacked you and I couldn't do anything to stop it. When I woke up, I got scared something had happened to you."

"Oh, buttercup. I'm here and I'm alright, you shouldn't have to worry about me."

"W-will you come back to bed with me?"

You stepped back, pulling at his hand. Karl sighed.

"Of course, I will. I won't leave your side."

Karl walked you back to the bedroom, stripping down to his boxers he climbed into bed and motioned for you to join him. Laying your head on his chest you listened to his heartbeat, slowly it lulled you to sleep as Karl continued to rub circles into your back.

"I love you." He spoke.

"I love you too."

[stellocchia]

I was thinking about New L’Manburg... you know how everyone was leaving it right?

Quackity made El Rapids/Mexican L’Manburg and when that fell through he told Tubbo he would be leaving after their fight post festival. Tubbo just accepted it because he recognized it was best for Quackity.

Phil left, escaping house arrest, sure, but he was never chased, never hunted down. He wasn’t really stopped. They never tried to get him back.

Karl didn’t involve himself much, and that was fine. No-one pressured him. He was free to do what he wanted.

Fundy left to establish Drywaters, and Tubbo only gave him a “good luck”. He wasn’t pressured to stay because they recognized it wasn’t what was best for him and he was actually free to do what he wanted. 

Ranboo mught have been afraid of their reaction to the memory book but, once it was revealed, he suffered no repercussions whatsoever. The one person in all of this who could truly be considered a “traitor” had no repercussions from the people he “betrayed”. After calming down they actually tried to listen to him, to understand him.

And then I start thinking about Tommy. About how he was with someone who did not respect him as an equal until he became violent enough. Someone who lied to him about his intentions until the very end. Someone who was supposedly for “freedom of the individual”. 

Tommy left Techno because he realized he was becoming a worse person being with him (similarly to how it was being with Dream or Wilbur for him). He didnt want to leave him the way he did. He even asked him to side with them instead, to not side with Dream (imagine having to ask someone who called you a “friend” to side with you and not your abuser and get denied, that sounds quite a bit more like “betrayal” to me). He was never free to leave, leaving Techno has dire consequences, much more then leaving a country with a governament it seems.

Not only that but, apparently, leaving was such a horrible betrayal that Tommy did not deserve any sort of sympathy after hearing he was beat to death by his abuser in a cell. Techno is so bitter still about a “betrayal” that happened months ago that his response was: “Pog, hated that guy”. 

And worse is that there are still so many people in the fandom considering Tommy’s “betrayal” some big bad thing, when it’s something as common as breathing, if leaving was to be considered “betrayal”. Wonder why the same moral standard is not applied to Ranboo... or to Punz for betraying Dream for that matter, or Sapnap. Is it because when Dream got “betrayed” in those situation he didn’t act like a blameless victim when destroying people homes and belongings? Is it because Ranboo only “betrayed” the Big Bad Governament taking people’s freedom away? What about when Tubbo and Quackity betrayed Schlatt? Why’s that a good thing then? Or Puffy betraying the Egg?

I don’t know where I’m going with this... I’m just still bitter about it...

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 6 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Here’s chapter 6!  Enjoy some erotic moments!! 

Title: Succession Chapter 6

Rating: NC-17 for masturbation and language (once again, I want to add that this may be triggering since kidnapping is involved) this is a slow burn; it will get very smutty and spicy later on!

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter 6

“You don’t have to manhandle me!” you muttered as Heisenberg pushed you down the hallway towards his room.  The man was extremely pent up and angry after the almost-intimate moment you two had only moments earlier.

He was psychotic, self-centered, a megalomaniac...and he was keeping you in this factory against your will.  So why in fuck’s name did you want him?  You had wanted that kiss...you craved it...your body had instantly responded to his body when his hips were grinding into yours.  But common sense told you that he was your enemy and your captor.

Heisenberg pushed open the door to his quarters and shoved you inside.  Before you could turn around, he had shut and locked the door, leaving you alone.

Heisenberg walked to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.  He went to the sink, pressing his hands on the rim.  Looking up into the mirror, he reached up and took off his sunglasses.  

His eyes betrayed him.  His face softened.  He thought of you pressed back against the wall and his body between your legs.  You had felt his hard cock through his pants...and you arched up into him.  Your cheeks flushed red and you were practically panting.  You wanted him and he wanted you.

Heisenberg thought of you:  your beautiful eyes, the curve of your hips when you laid on your side in his bed, the way your throat felt under his gloved hand when he had you against the wall, the whimper that escaped your mouth when you arched into him...

With a grunt, he pulled off his gloves and his hands went to his belt, quickly unbuckling it and unzipping his pants.  The memory of your body lying next to him in bed, how you looked sitting by the fireplace in his shirt...he couldn’t take it anymore.

Heisenberg raised his right hand and spit twice in his palm before reaching down for his cock.  He was hard as a rock with droplets of pre-cum sliding down the head.  With his left hand still on the side of the sink, he closed his eyes and thought of you.

You were across the hall, locked away in his living quarters.  He knew you were as turned on by what happened just ten minutes ago...that slap you delivered to his face did not convince him otherwise.

He imagined walking back into his room to find you naked on his bed.  In his fantasy, your legs were wide open and one hand was on your breast with the other rubbing your pussy.  “Fuck…” he growled as he thought of rushing across the room, spreading your legs, and lowering his face between your thighs.  Oh fuck, how he wanted to lick your clit and shove his tongue inside of your cunt.

Heisenberg moaned in the bathroom and pumped his cock.  He licked his lips and imagined how amazing you would taste...how he would look up your body and watch you writhe and tremble on his bed.  Your fingers would run through his hair as you bucked your hips against his face.  He imagined the noises you would make when he closed his lips around your clit and started to suck.

“Y/N…” Heisenberg murmured, circling his index finger around the tip, bringing more pre-cum on his hand.  He remembered how you sounded when you said his name, how fucking perfect his name reverberated on your tongue.  He squeezed harder and imagined how tight you would be when he bottomed out in your pussy.  

The thoughts of you digging your fingers into his back and clenching your walls around his cock had him practically whimpering.  He thought of how wet you would get as he kissed you deeply and fucked you roughly.

Heisenberg began fucking his hand, thrusting his hips hard and fast.  He imagined having your wrists in the makeshift handcuffs and your arms overhead, your breasts bouncing underneath him.  The thought of him taking one of your nipples in his mouth had him cursing.  He could only imagine how delicious your tits were and made a promise to himself that if he ever had the chance to fuck you, he would suck on the soft flesh until he left numerous hickies...marking you as his.

“Y/N...Y/N…” he panted, feeling his orgasm rising to the surface.  He hadn’t jerked off in so long and he needed this release.  All of his work, the constant labor with little to no sleep...fuck, he needed this.

He imagined your fingers wrapping around the chain as you looked up into his eyes, pleading with him to please cum inside you.  “Oh, fuck...oh, fuck...FFFFUUUCCCCKKKKK!” Heisenberg shouted as spurts of cum hit the sink and along the rim.  He kept jerking himself, not being able to stop.  The image of you cumming under his body...it was absolutely exquisite.  Your hips pushing up while you chased your own orgasm, your body quaking underneath him, and your eyes rolling back into your head...he would make sure that no other man would amount to what he just did to you.

With a quick exhale of breath, he washed his hands and took some toilet paper to clean up his mess.  He did not want to leave any trace of what he had done.  Heisenberg saw this as a moment of weakness and he did not want you to discover any of the evidence.

He exited the bathroom and went back down to the front doors to retrieve his supplies he had purchased from the Duke.  Walking back up to his quarters, he unlocked the door and stepped in.

You were going through your things in your suitcase.  You had set aside dirty clothes and neatly folded clean clothes.  You didn’t look up at Heisenberg when he entered.

“You said you would take me somewhere to wash my clothes,” you murmured, keeping your eyes down on your belongings.

“Later,” Heisenberg responded, placing the sack on his table and going through his things.  He mentally took inventory of what he bought and how long it would last until he needed more.  He placed food over to one side of the table.  A box of cigars was placed next to the ashtray.  Cogs and other metal supplies were kept in the sack.  He would take those to his lab.

The last thing he removed from the bag was for you.  He held it in his hand, running his thumb along the words on the wrapper.  Turning towards you, he cleared his throat.

“I bought this for you,” Heisenberg said, walking towards you.  You looked at what was in his hand and up at his face.  His damn sunglasses kept you from looking into his eyes.  His face was stoic and unmoving.  Looking back at the gift in his hand, you slowly took it.  

A small rectangular block of chocolate sat in your hand.  There was a brand name that you didn’t recognize, probably a local brand.  You smiled softly as you unwrapped the paper and broke a piece off the side.  The chocolate melted on your tongue and you let out a low moan, closing your eyes.  It was rich and delicious...nothing like the chocolate you grew up eating.

You looked up at Heisenberg, touched by the sentiment.  You didn’t see him purchase it...he probably did it while you were petting the Duke’s horse.  Dammit, you thought, he can be so mean one moment and then sincere the next!!

“Thank you,” you said softly, smiling at him, “it’s delicious…”

Heisenberg nodded and walked back towards his things.  “You’re welcome,” he finally said when his back was turned, “I have a few supplies that I need to put away.  When I come back, I’ll make lunch for us…”

“Okay,” you whispered, “I may curl up and try to take a nap…”

“I’ll be back in a few hours,” he muttered, quickly grabbing the sack and walking to the door, exiting and locking it behind him.

[derelictlovefool]

Lunchbreak

Ship(s): Karl Heisenberg x Male!Lord!reader

Summary: Heisenberg's been working hard and you decide he deserves a small break.

°°°

Whistling echoed through the factory, carrying over the hum of machinery and inhuman cries from the poor souls transformed into mindless killing machines. You knew immediately who it was coming from, smiling to yourself as you climbed another stone staircase. It was sometime after one pm, you were finished completing a task for Mother Miranda and decided a lunch with your favourite Lord was in order.

You clutched the wrapped basket in your hands protectively, glaring daggers at anything that crept too close to you or your prepared lunch. You would be damned if you let another Lycan ruin your very limited alone time with your ever busy lover.

You followed the whistling all the way to Heisenberg's office, managing to to sneak in undetected as he was hard at work tinkering away at something with his back to you. A playful grin tugs at your lips as you creep forward, careful not to knock any of the boxes or piles of scrap on the ground as you snuck up behind him. Just as you leap forward to grab him his whistling stops and he spins in his chair and catches you in his arms before you can even make a sound.

You fumble to catch the basket as it flies through the air, pouting up at Heisenberg from your new position on his lap as he allows a wave of laughter to pour out of him. An easy grin rests on his face as you readjust yourself, worried about the contents of your basket but a small smile tugs at your lips and betrays your grumpy facade. If only his smile and laughter wasn't so infectious.

"If that was your idea of a sneak attack buttercup I really think you 'oughta work on it," he teases cheekily, pressing a quick kiss to your cheekbone. You were completely capable of a proper sneak attack, your excitement to see him just got the better of you. Or so you would tell yourself.

"What's that you got there?" The question is hummed against your shoulder, sounding only minorly interested in the wrapped basket and much more interested in pressing lazy yet eager kisses to your shoulder and neck. Seeing as you hadn't seen each other in two days it was understandable for either of you to be doubly affectionate with each other. The feeling of his warmth seeping into your clothes was enough to have your heart rate pick up speed, so the seemingly innocent kisses sent shivers up your spine.

"I, your very thoughtful and loving boyfriend, who tried very hard, cooked us both lunch," you smiled proudly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips in attempts to sate him before unwrapping the basket and revealing four carefully contained dishes. Heisenberg let out a surprised hum, leaning closer and reaching into the basket curiously.

"You did? Really?" He asked, and if it hadn't been for the fact he'd never seen you cook you would have been insulted by his lack of faith in your ability. You take the dish he had began inspecting and placed it on his desk, shuffling and making him turn more towards it as you put the rest of the dishes on the cluttered workspace.

"Yes I did, now eat before I decide you don't deserve my amazing cooking," He chuckled at your playful threat, taking the fork you held out to him and beckoning a second chair over for you to sit on. As much as you wouldn't have minded staying in his lap you did move to the chair, but in regular you fashion you tangled your legs in what looked to him like an uncomfortable position and grabbed a dish to sit atop your crossed knees.

Heisenberg could only chuckle endearingly, crossing one leg over the other and grabbing a dish of his own. He surprisingly didn't make any quips about your cooking, in fact the way he devoured the food as if he hadn't eaten since you last sat down for a meal together worried you. Mother Miranda was always pushing so much work onto him, you knew he was capable of handling it but you also knew when he got into his work he could neglect his body quite a bit.

So you did the only thing you could do and squeezed in some time to bring him a nice meal, maybe having pushed yourself to work a bit overtime so you could have this moment alone with him too. You couldn't quite make out what he was working on, it looked almost like another helmet for his army drones but you weren't entirely sure. An orange-red light shone from it's power source so you assumed it was near completed.

"You could really give Duke a run for his money with this doll, s'fantastic," Heisenberg compliments with his mouth full, making you roll your eyes. You gently tossed a napkin at him seeing as his messy eating left crumbs in his beard and put your empty meal container back into the basket.

"I'm glad you think so, I spent enough getting the ingredients so it better be good," You say, the thought of your much lighter pouch of coins hurting your soul a bit. You could have hunted on your own or even grown your own herbs but with the state of the village that wasn't something you exactly wanted to do. Duke had good buisness anyhow and you knew his goods were quality.

You watch as he places the empty container down inside his other one, wiping his mouth with the napkin and humming appreciatively. You detangle yourself from your spot on the chair at that, taking hold of Heisenbergs free hand and tracing the scars on them. It wasn't often he didn't wear his gloves, sometimes during more precise work he'd take them off or when he came to stay with you in your home. He wasn't fond of his scars, it was just another reminder of what Miranda did to him, what he was now.

You respected that of course but being as enamoured with him as you were you couldn't help but see a beauty in them, he had gotten as comfortable as he could with you touching them so he simply leant back in his chair and watched you with gentle amusement. If not at your fascination with his scars the way you seemed mesmerized by his hands was often funny to him, he didn't mind it, especially when he got to hold your hand and feel your soft skin against his.

"You got anywhere to be buttercup?" He asks almost lazily, his tone relaxed as he gazes as you gently. You shake your head instantly, a playful smile gracing your face as you meet his eyes.

"Nope, I was actually planning on sticking around and being a distraction for the rest of the day," You hum, a pleasant warmth blooming from his devious grin and chuckle in return. He tugs you forward and you end up on his lap once more, this time straddling his lap with your hands resting on his chest. He guides you closer with a hand on the back of your neck, his lips meeting yours in a softer kiss then expected from him.

You melt against him, always so easily made into putty in his hands, the power he had over you was truly ridiculous. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Sounds good to me,"

[hikarimiyanaga]

the Dimitrescu's with their Titan s/o who protect them from the military force attacking the castle.

I'm assuming when you said Titan, you meant the greek mythology ones... not the anime ones.

Because as much as I love both... I can only focus on one. I hate my brain like that.

I'm adding up Donna too, hope you don't mind. From Ethan only.

Also, Reader can harness the respective Titans' powers.

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

You heard a loud explosion from somewhere in the castle and quickly look at your wife and daughters in panic.

'Shit.' Was the first thought that came to mind. Then calm as you stand.

"Alcina. Take Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela in the basement." You growl as you harness your power.

"But Y/N I can help-"

"My love I know you can." You smile at Alcina then gently kiss her hand. "But I would rather you be safe."

Alcina sighs in defeat and leaves with the three girls. You crack your neck as you leave her room.

"Those assholes are going to get what they deserve." You close your eyes and hear their footsteps. They were everywhere. Even in the goddamn courtyard. You sigh as you activate your traps.

"Years of work, you fucking pieces of shits." You hear their terrified screams and hum. You love having Koios's powers coursing through you. You jump down then wink at a terrified soldier as you punch through his helmet. Everyone else looks at you and you just smile then wink as you begin punching through them.

"Fuck! Retreat! Now!" Chris says to his squad as he sees your figure making it's way towards him.

"REDFIELD!" You call as you drag a soldier's body with you. He stops then turns to you. "The fuck did you think would happen?" You toss him the body and he flinches as the body lands in front of him. "That I would leave my house? My wife's daughters?" You growl. "You should have known better than to attack this Castle, Chris."

"I know! But they insisted I swear! It was not me, Y/LN!" You growl.

"Dimitrescu. I married Alcina. Get. It. Right."

"Got it! Dimitrescu!" You groan. Then turn to the castle. You glare at Chris.

"This better not be repeated. Or else I will fucking leave this village." You take a step towards him. "And I-" Another step. "Will hunt-" Another step. "Everyone in BSAA." Chris falls as you tower over him. "Got that?" He nods without a sound and you leave without a word.

When you get back, you see the maids are cleaning up the bodies and collecting blood. At least, they were practical.

"Thank you, Y/N." The grand chambermaid says and you tilt your head. "You punched them in the head, it'll be a lot easier collecting their bloods." You hum then smile.

"Thanks for cleaning up after me."

"You're welcome, Lady Dimitrescu." You grin then get inside.

"Darling!" Alcina calls out to you but a blurb gets to you first. You grunt as Daniela collides with you.

"Mama! Are you alright!? Are you hurt anywhere!?" You chuckle as you pat her head.

"I'm alright, Dani. Really." You smirk. "I'm a Titan, remember?"

"Still, darling." Alcina raises your head so you would look at her. "We all worry." You look at your daughters then smile.

"I'm fine. Really." You notice the ring on Alcina's finger then grin. "I have everything I can ever need."

Donna Beneviento

In more than one way, you've always had Hyperion's power coursing through you. With observation, you knew exactly how everything worked around the Beneviento house.

So when Ethan came to the village, all of your senses just screamed at you. You knew he was dangerous. Before you knew it, your feet were moving and you were evacuating the citizens who didn't have the cadou in their body.

You wrestled down Alcina's daughters and even had to make Alcina unconscious. Her devotion to Miranda had always evaded you. Moreau was convinced easily because you were Donna's lover. Something that he also wishes for himself.

Karl just smirked at you as he went with his siblings, needing no convincing. Donna was worried as you prepare yourself for Ethan's arrival.

"Y/N, are you sure about this?" She asks in her own voice, worry lacing every word. You smile as you kiss her hand.

"I am, my love. Don't worry." You assure her with a wink and send her to Karl. He was the one who would evacuate everyone.

You wait for Ethan's arrival and even snicker as he walks around confused at the state of the Village.

You greet him as he comes to Castle Dimitrescu. Seeing as it was where Karl found him before getting him to Mother Miranda.

He tries to shoot you but you catch the bullet mid-air and smile.

"I mean no harm, Ethan. I actually want to help you."

"Why?" You shrug.

"For my love? The family that actually cares about each other? Not being alone... or dying by your hands?"

"What?" You hum then give him some guns.

"Just prepare. Mother Miranda won't go down without a fight."

And she didn't. She even screamed at you for betraying her but you remind her of one thing.

"I love Donna. Not you."

You and Ethan save Rose from Miranda and you make sure to push them away before detonating the bomb.

Donna was frantic when she sees both Ethan and Rose but you were nowhere to be seen. Then they heard the explosion and Donna's face falls. But just then a figure was coming from the sky then lands with a puff of smoke.

"Fucking underworld!" You shout as you stand and get rid of the remaining smoke surrounding you. You focus on Chris and lift him with his collar. "Did you really have to put up that much!? Fucking asshole!? If I wasn't a Titan, I would've died!"

"Y/N." You let him go in favor of turning to Donna with a smile. She cries and you panic.

"What's wrong, my love!? Are you hurt!? Did anybody hurt you!?" Donna just hugs you and you smile as you tighten the hug. "I'm okay, Donna."

It will take a long time to rebuild the village but you don't mind. As you long as you were with her.

Bela Dimitrescu

You were with Bela in the library when Daniela's scream pierced through your ears. You and Bela quickly went to her younger sister who pointed outside.

Soldiers are coming through and it made you angry.

"Bela. Can you take both Cassandra and Daniela somewhere safe? Since Lady Alcina is still out."

"But Y/N we can-"

"No. The cold is still prominent. You'll only put yourselves in danger. Go somewhere safe. I'll deal with these assholes."

You sigh as you feel Iapetus's powers coursing through you. There is a reason why you don't go to hunts with the Dimitrescu sisters.

Because if you did. You'll overdo it.

You were on the roof on the courtyard and you crack your neck as they arrive and point their guns at you. A golden spear appears as you hold out your hand.

"Deaths! For all of you!" Your eyes turn red and you start your onslaught.

In just minutes, they were all wiped out and you were standing over countless bodies. You sigh as you dismiss your spear. You get inside the castle and slide down the doors. Bela comes out of nowhere and you chuckle.

"I thought I told you to go somewhere safe." She nods then pulls you to stand. She hugs you and you sigh in relief.

"I am. I feel safer in your arms."

Cassandra Dimitrescu

It was night and all three of them were on a hunt. You were on the Castle's most highest point, just observing your love and her sisters. Then you heard massive vehicles and growl. You get down and go to Cassandra.

"Y/N! Are you-"

"No. The military is coming. Go back to the castle and warn Lady Alcina. Tell her to go somewhere safe with you guys."

"Their bullets won-"

"I know! But still. Cass. Please. I'll protect you so please." Cassandra sees the sorrow in your eyes then sigh in defeat. She pulls you then kisses you hard.

"Come back to me." You smile then nod.

"Always." You stretch your body as Oceanus's powers course through it. You hum then go greet the unwanted guests. It was a good thing that the Castle had it's own lake.

With a flick of your wrist, the vehicles were stopped by a massive wave of water. All of the soldiers got out and you hum.

Two dozens. You make quick work of them with your powers.

You look at their Captain.

"Chris Redfield. I would say it's nice to see you but then I'd be lying." You raise his body with water and your eyes take on a dangerous glint. "What are you doing here? Why are you targeting this castle?"

"There are reports. Of massive Bio Organic Weapons in this area."

"Oh."

"We were sent to kill them." You hum then smile.

"Tell the BSAA to leave this village alone. I'll deal with Miranda in due time."

"But-"

"Chris. Do you really want to drown right now?" He shakes his head and you smile. "Good. Now go. Tell them that Y/N, the titan of lost time shall take care of matters here."

"Of course. You won't attack us, right?" You smirk as you turn.

"As long as you leave us alone, I won't." You get back to the castle as Chris goes back.

You get inside and look blankly as Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela looked ready to kill whoever went through the door. You just hug Cassandra as Alcina looks at you.

"I assume the soldiers are taken care of." You nod and look at her.

"They're all disposed of. Lady Dimitrescu."

"And you? Any injuries at all?" You shake your head.

"Just tired." Cassandra drags you after saying goodnight to her mother. You were ready to fall asleep as she opens her door.

You plop down on her bed and was asleep in just mere seconds. She joins you after she fixes your position.

When you cuddle her, she hums in satisfaction.

Daniela Dimitrescu

It was supposed to be a peaceful day. But then a loud explosion can be heard on the gate. You and Daniela raced downstairs to see what it was. Alcina greeted you.

"What is it? Who is it?"

"Soldiers. The military seems to have gotten wind of us." You groan.

"Pain in the ass." You sigh. "Let me take care of them." Daniela pulls you.

"What? Y/N, no-"

"Dani. Daughter. I believe you are underestimating your lover." You smile at Daniela.

"She's right." You wink. "I'll just be 5 minutes, tops." You open the doors and the explosions stopped. Looks like they finally opened it. Mnemosyne's powers are coursing through you and you get a sword from the entrance. Your sword.

And despite not fighting for more than decades now, it seems that your enhanced memory comes in handy in times like this. You still remember every move. Every warrior you've defeated. Every single thing they did while they fought you.

When the battle ends, your sword is absolutely soaked in blood and your clothes are more than tainted. You sigh as you get back to the castle. You have to apologize to the maid because of your bloody clothes.

Daniela hugs you as you get inside and Alcina nods at you, a certain glint in her eyes.

You hug Daniela back and place your sword back to it's rightful place.

You get inside her room and take a shower before changing clothes, apologizing profusely to the amused grand chambermaid who thanks you for protecting the castle.

That night, as you slept through the night. Daniela thanks the stars that she met you.

A/N:

This took too long. Damn.

I still have requests to write then I'll get back to writing the Loving You sequel and other stuff that I'm working on.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

[fandom-puff]

As Time Went On

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Could I request a Tommy Shelby x reader where it shows your relationship throughout your whole life so like from being friends at a really young age until married in adulthood’

Warnings: mentions of war/violence/sex but nothing in detail. Also, drinking and smoking

Gif creds to owner

“Oi! You’re not allowed here. Girls aren’t allowed,”

You rolled your eyes, concentrating on scribbling the names of the horses your father had told you onto a bit of paper with a blunt pencil.

“Shut it, Shelby. Your Aunt Polly is a girl and she’s always here. Anyway, Dad doesn’t finish in the factory until after closing time and Mum’s too busy taking care of my brother, so shut the fuck up and let me put my bloody bet on,”

Polly smirked into her cup as she walked over to you both, trying not to laugh at the argument between the two seven year olds (although Tommy would constantly remind everyone that he was actually seven and a half). “Alright, Thomas. Go and help your brother, you know he’s bad at sums. You written those horses down for me , love?” She asked, and you handed her the piece of paper. While she checked over your wonky writing, tommy glared at you, sticking his tongue out at you as he walked away.

***

“What if he kicks me? Or throws me off? Or bites me?”

Tommy laughed slightly. “He won’t. Shadow’s a good horse. Even our Ada rides him sometimes. C’mon, I’ll help you up,” Although a little apprehensive, you accepted Tommy’s leg up as you got onto the horse, eyes widening as he shifted. “It’s alright. He’s just getting used to you,”

“I thought girls were meant to ride with their legs on one side,” you said after a while as Tommy began leading the horse slowly around his paddock.

“Only rich, posh girls who don’t know anything about horses,” tommy said. “Us? We know horses. This is how we do it,”

You nodded, smiling slightly as you looked down at tommy. You were both fourteen now, him nearing fifteen, and he seemed to have grown overnight. When you were younger, you had been a few inches taller than him, which came at a real advantage when you played chase (or a fun game called Run As Fast As You Can So Polly Doesn’t Wack Us With Her Wooden Spoon) but now, even with you atop the horse, you could see how much taller he was.

A little while later, he helped you down off Shadow, and he gulped, feeling the softness of your waist beneath your dress. He cleared his throat and together you led the horse back to the stables, stealing glances at one another when the other wasn’t looking.

***

“My dad will fucking kill me,” you said in a hushed voice, barely suppressing your tipsy giggles as you and Tommy sat by the Cut, hiding in the shadows of Charlie’s yard.

“He’s more likely to kill me,” Tommy grinned, taking a swig from the bottle before passing it to you. “Sixteen years old and here you are, out past midnight, getting you shitfaced, smoking. I really have led you astray,”

You grinned, gulping from the bottle and sloshing it down your front. Tommy shook his head fondly. “You’re such a fuckin’ lightweight, YN,” he said, and you laughed loudly. “Shhh shut the fuck up,” tommy said, his own laugh betraying him as he pressed his hand ovef your mouth. You stared at eachother for a moment as he slowly moved his hand and you leaned in close, pressing your lips against his.

“Oi! Who’s there?”

“Shit, Charlie’s coming, c’mon! Grab the fuckin’ whiskey, YN, for Christ’s sake!”

Tommy grabbed your hand and pulled you up and you ran off, laughing into the night.

***

He was different when he came back from France. They all were.

Tommy wouldn’t let go of you when he stepped off the train, his tears soaking into the shoulder of your coat. It was only when you promised you’d stay with him at the little house in Watery Lane that he pulled away, and you walked arm in arm together.

He proposed that night, and it was the first time you and the Shelby’s (save for Finn, who didn’t quite understand why his brothers were so sad all of a sudden) properly smiled in years.

***

The arrival of Grace Burgess to Small Heath caused quite the stir, but you and Polly saw right through her. She expected her singing to entrap tommy into spilling the Peaky secrets, but when you cornered her before opening time, she soon backed off. Whether it was the butterfly knife you rammed into the bar, the ice cold look you fixed her with, or your silver tongue, she knew it was more than her life’s worth to cross Polly Gray and YN Shelby.

You and Polly made a point of ordering Scotch whiskey whenever Grace was around- much to the brother’s amusement.

***

You were furious with Tommy for facing off with Billy Kimber, and even more so when Sabini got involved.

That didn’t stop you doting on him, making sure his bullet wound from Kimber was cleaned daily.

And Tommy definitely milked it, even after it began to scar.

“Ay, where’s my kiss to make it better, Mrs Shelby?” He’d ask with a cheeky glint in his eye that was only ever seen by you.

“You’re pushing your fucking luck, you,” you’d say.

But of course, you’d press a gentle kiss over the bandage, and another to his lips.

***

When Polly grasped onto your breast after a family meeting, all hell broke loose. Ada, with little Karl on her lap gave you a knowing look, while Arthur and John cheered loudly (“about time, Tom!”). Finn was confused as to why you were recieving an impromptu breast exam at the table, and Tommy... just stared at you with wide eyes.

“Am I...?”

“Is she...?” You said at the same time and Polly just nodded, returning to her seat and giving you both a smile.

You and Tommy left early, with John and Arthur shouting after you both to be careful, ready to wet the baby’s head even though it was barely more than a tiny speck at that moment in time.

***

“Thomas Michael Shelby I am never sleeping with you again you utter bastard! Ah!”

Tommy paced in the landing, your pained screams driving him mad. He had tried sitting at the table and smoking with brothers as you laboured, but he couldn’t bare to be so far away from you. Polly, Esme and Ada were keeping him busy, sending him for more hot water every now and then.

When the piercing sound of a baby crying filled the house, he slumped against the wall with relief as everyone downstairs cheered.

Polly peaked her head around the door, smiling warmly. “In you come then. Come and meet your little boy,”

Tommy felt his eyes well up as he stepped over the threshold to the rest of his life, smiling down at you as you looked up, looking utterly worn out, but with a smile bright enough to power the whole country, a tiny bundle in your arms.

Tommy say carefully on the edge of the bed, leaning a little closer.

“Come here, you silly git,” you said gently, letting him shuffle closer. He peaked over the blanket and felt his heart melt as he stared at the tiny, sleeping baby with a shock of dark hair.

“Our little boy, Tom,” you said gently.

“Yeah,” he said, staring at you both in awe. “Our little boy. My little family,”

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