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ohjeon · 9 months

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❝RIDE❞ ― jjk (1)

one. first look

series masterpost

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: 18+, strangers to lovers, smut (none in this)/fluff/pinch of angst. ft. jimin & side made up characters

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none in this part. exp language. introoo to themm

notes: AHH FIRST POST ON HERE PLS BE NICE!! REBLOG OR SHARE IS SO APPRECIATED JKJKJFK ENJOY?!? dividers: cafekitsune

Jungkook stretched his tattooed and non tattooed arms over his head, his shirt slightly lifting up revealing his boxer’ waistband, abs teased. Slightly groaning. Girls in the corner whispered and murmured about how attractive he was. They aren't wrong. He is an attractive man. Jungkook was used to the stares. He was used to girls drooling over him. He was used to all the female attention. It was sort of his rep. His title. Jimin noticed the girls and chuckled with a slight grin on his face. "I think those girls are only in here for you." he whispered with a smirk plastered on his face. "I wouldn't be surprised, they've followed me before." He shrugged back, looking up at the two girls giving them a smile, which caused the girls to flush red and internally react. "Let's go, we need to get some rest." Jimin stood up reaching over to help a restless Jungkook stand on his feet.

Walking out of the building the boys said their goodbyes and parted ways. The dorms were close, walking distance. Jimin lived at home with his family, he hated the idea of dorms. He perceived them as jock filled, party living frat boys, and the disgusting smell of sweat and cologne. He felt more comfortable living at home even if it caused him to spend more money on gas. Jungkook on the other hand, loved the dorm. He was lucky to be gifted a dorm with no roommate, he enjoyed the little space left just for him. He was close to campus and he didn't have to face his mother.

Don't get it wrong, Jungkook loves his mother. But it almost was one sided. His mom was obligated to love him back, she didn't really love him. Or so he thinks she doesn't. She used Jungkook as a pawn, her test baby. She wanted him to get married, become rich and take care of her until she's old and dying. She never cared for him like a son. But Jungkook dreaded to ever disappoint her. He pleaded and prayed for her love. He craved the thought of having a mother who cares, who lets him be vulnerable, who fed him food when he came to visit on a holiday, who called him telling him she missed her son,

But he never got that. But he still loved her. He still forgave her.

His earphones plugged in while humming as he made his way home. He was whiffed with the fresh air. Calm and quiet, but soon interrupted. A fast moving vehicle swerved in his eyesight, Sound of harsh brakes and tires screeching against concrete interrupted. The after wind blew in his face causing his hair to spill in-front of his eyes.

Swiftly running his fingers back through his dark hair, annoyed, he looks up, in the distance, to see a smallish figure on a motorcycle. He watched carefully as they parked in front of the campus building, leaping their leg off the vehicle. Jungkook watched in suspense, curious to who the hell that is, here, at this time. They slowly lifted the helmet off their head. He watched as their hair fell down their back gracefully. A girl? Jungkook blinked.

She slightly turned her head to the side which gave Jungkook a slight view to make out what she looked like. She was beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Pink stained lips that anyone would kiss in a heartbeat. Jungkook's jaw was hanging low in awe. Jungkook usually doesn't care this much about who a girl is based on their appearance, he was a very hit and quit it guy, not on purpose. She kept him hooked, like a leash, he wanted to keep staring.

She walked towards the building with her helmet under her armpit, held secure. Jungkook still standing there watching her every move. Before he could react and look away, she glanced over and caught him. The look on her face was expressionless, while Jungkook almost started coughing because he choked on his own saliva. His face flush red and he immediately turned around to avoid her eyes. He believed she thought nothing of it as she continued walking. Meanwhile, Jungkook's cheeks burned hot, the back of his hands met his face to try and cool himself down. This was so odd of Jungkook. When has a girl ever gotten him flustered? Never. They didn't even interact verbally and Jungkook still blushed. After countless times of sex he's had with almost every girl on campus. Girls drooling whenever he would wear a pussy clenching outfit, striding through the university hallways, all eyes always on him. He's the one making people flustered, not the other way around. This is so not you, man up. He scolded himself.

7:24 am. Jungkook was making his way to his lecture, with a female linked with his bicep. Kim Soyeon. An upperclass girl, attending university off her daddy's money and authority. She was pretty. She had brown long locks that complimented her snow skin with round doe eyes. Boys fond over her. Girls resented her. She gripped onto male attention. Soyeon craved Jungkook's attention the most. She wanted him, between her legs to say the least. And Jungkook would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly attracted to her.

"Jungkook babe, would you walk me to class please?" She pleaded with pouty lips and eyes. Jungkook only stared. He cringed. But then feeding in and smiling. He walked her to her lecture. Jungkook didn't really care for the girl. He craved sexual attention every now and then, in which he always got. But there was never a female that kept him hooked. Kept him interested.

Dropping Soyeon off, he headed back. He stuffed his right hand in his front pocket, while the left clutched his backpack over his left shoulder. Making it to the right hall, he caught a glimpse of a tattooed arm holding his art lecture rooms door, to what it looked like, chatting to the person or people inside as they were about to leave. He stood far as he watched. He couldn't see their face, but he couldn’t help but notice the tattoos that coated the arm. Rose petals and vines with thorns wrapped around and up the arm, whilst there was messages and different art in the gaps. It all layed out so beautifully, yet not too full but minimal. Jungkook adored a good tat(s). He was a major art geek and found that through his love of painting his skin permanently. He watched as the arm shut the door, turning around to walk away. The face was now on full display. Jungkook's throat was caught, almost choking. It was her. The girl on the motorcycle. What is she even doing here? Is she a student? Curiosity ran through him, he almost found himself chasing and following after her but he stood in his place, observing. Jungkook saw her before but was clueless to the inked skin that was hidden under her black leather jacket.

He watched as she left the building, now not in his sight. Jungkook felt stuck and couldn't move. His feet glued to the floor. He soon snapped out of it and continued walking. The image of this random tattooed motorcycle girl won't leave his mind, and he wasn't going to let her get away with it. He will not let a girl he doesn’t even know affect him like this.

#bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook #bts fic #bts smut #bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #jeon jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook x oc #jungkook fanfic #seven jungkook

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bzjohndory · 3 months

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Hi there,

I’ve been wondering, in your BroZone Diner AU;

1, Did Bruce ever have his “Exquisite Rock Hard Abs” at any point?

2, Was Bruce ever known as Spruce?

3, I read a while ago that Bruce has met Brandi, if the two of them ever get engaged, What would their families reactions be?

4, I also read John Dory doesn’t take Days Off work, does that also mean he comes into the Diner when he’s Sick?

If so, does any of his Brothers try to get him home? (Possibly by force, most likely)

I get most of these (the 1st three) are all about Bruce, but I’ve just been curious.

1. Ehhh no? I think before he uses working out as a coping mechanism but i don’t think he ever felt the need to have abs. John dory is this au never pushed appearances too much, too worried over the family finances. Bruce probably is very comfortable in his own skin and where he is now with his body.

2. Spruce i have decided is an old nickname that Bruce doesn’t like to use anymore, his legal and birth name is Bruce! Spruce is probably a nickname given to Bruce by his mother and now that she’s gone he doesn’t really like to hear the name anymore. My au really focuses on them in their 20s-40s so i definitely didn’t want the name spruce to serve any relevance so i suppose yes, at one point he was called spruce but he is much more comfortable with everyone calling him bruce.

3. God if only they could actually start going out man. Bruce is a bit too shy to do any more than flattering Brandi, Brandi is into him definitely but they’re both running their own businesses right now so they’re content with just playing it slow to see where their flirting takes them. If they did establish a relationship and got engaged ohh myyy gooodddd. John dory would probably start tearing up considering Bruce would be the first one in Brozone to get married and stupid happy for him. Clay and branch probably exchange a few bills as they have set a bet on bruce and brandi but still congratulating him regardless. Floyd probably helped bruce with figuring out shit brandi likes maybe he’d be the best man at their wedding. All in all the family would be hella happy and proud for bruce!

4. Yup! His ass does noooooott take a break. Even if he’s sick he’ll show up in a mask to continue working and at the very least take over branch’s job over at the register while branch serves table in his stead. His brothers probably do try convincing him to stay home, maybe even trying to lock him in the house. Somehow he always manages to escape and show up to work much to their dismay. I’d love to draw a scenario where john dory is genuinely too sick to even move but he’s just never gotten to that point. If it came to that, he’d probably only stay home if the whole diner closed for a day, something he’d be extremely upset about but too fatigued to fight it. HAUSHS ID LOVE TO DRAW HIS BROTHERS TAKING CARE OF HIM THOUGH

!|BEJDB THANK U FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING ABT THEMM

#brozone diner asks

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snowmist-hashira · 11 months

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I wanna say that your Muichiro x reader are truly enjoyable, I LOVE THEMM soooo muchh🫠! I have a scenario in mind tho (maybe kinda weird too:/, if you okay with it) Muichiro's family reaction in heaven or sum about Muichiro finding his love? Would they be spying on y/n to ensure that she's a good pair for Muichiro?🤔🤔

[Chapter title: Ghostly Intervention]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:[KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list:♠ Information ♠ Word count: 667

I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠

Honestly, this particular scene felt like a parody, AHHA. I apologize if I couldn't quite capture its essence in my writing XDD The requests I receive are always so unique and adorable, and although this one is relatively short, I hope I was able to do it justice :'DD

One of the remarkable aspects of families is their unwavering presence and support. Even when they are no longer with us in the physical sense, their spirit and influence continue to guide and watch over us. Many people can relate to the feeling of their loved ones' touch, even in their absence.

Well… For Muichiro’s case it was quite literal.

"Their bond is adorable, isn't it?" The mother of Tokito siblings exclaimed, her hands coming together in delight as she leaned her head on them, her smile radiating warmth. She couldn't help but admire the sight of Y/n and Muichiro, their youngest child, holding hands.

"Yes, indeed. I've never seen Muichiro so genuinely happy before," the father chimed in, nodding in affirmation.

"He's finally found someone to love. Took him long enough," Yuichiro commented in his characteristic blunt manner despite that, his words were laced with affection for his brother.

"Isn't she just perfect for him?" The mother's question prompted a nod of agreement from the father. They both recognized the positive influence Y/n had on their son's happiness and overall well-being.

"Seems too good to be true," Yuichiro interjected, his tone tinged with concern and skepticism. He looked at Y/n with a hint of doubt, voicing his apprehensions about their relationship.

"Remember, we agreed not to spy on them," the father gently reminded Yuichiro, implying that they should respect their son's privacy.

"What if she's not good for Muichiro?" Yuichiro justified his worries, his gaze shifting with a subtle glare towards Y/n. The father chuckled, understanding Yuichiro's protective nature, slightly amused to see him glaring as if his disapproval could reach Y/n, because they were merely just spirits concerned for their remaining family member.

“Now, now. We should just let them be.”

Yuichiro's gaze returned to the heartwarming scene before him, where Muichiro's smile reflected his newfound happiness and the absence of the pain caused by his amnesia and loneliness. The genuine joy emanating from Muichiro's smile was palpable, touching Yuichiro's heart.

However, despite the warmth of the moment, Yuichiro's expression darkened once again.

"I'll hunt you forever, even after you're dead if you break his heart," Yuichiro whispered under his breath, his fist clenching tightly and his eyes twitching with intensity. His gaze, now sharpened into a dagger glare, was directed at Y/n, as if warning her of the consequences should they hurt Muichiro.

Meanwhile…

“Wh-…” The discomfort that washed over her caused her body to tense up, and goosebumps appeared on her skin. Feeling a sudden chill in the air, she turned around, searching for any other possible source of the unsettling feeling.

However, her search revealed that no one else was present except for herself and Muichiro. Confused by her reaction, Muichiro tilted his head, his expression filled with concern as he tried to understand what had caused her discomfort.

Y/n tried to dismiss her uneasy feeling with a nervous laugh, attempting to downplay the intensity of the situation. She jokingly attributed her reaction to an irrational fear, saying, "Aha... Nothing. I just felt this strong presence that I'm going to get murdered..."

“Oh, really?” Muichiro followed Y/n's lead and scanned the surroundings, looking for any potential source of the uncomfortable sensation she had described. “I don’t see anyone.”

“Ahaha… Must’ve just been me.” Y/n's attempt to brush off the situation with a sweat drop and a crooked smile didn't go unnoticed by Muichiro. He could sense that something was amiss, but he chose not to press the matter further, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

Y/n couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of scrutiny whenever she was with Muichiro. The inexplicable sensation of being watched, accompanied by a perplexing question that echoed in her mind: ‘Why?? What did I do??’

Unaware of Yuichiro's presence, which seemed to defy conventional rules, Y/n remained oblivious to the fact that he would metaphorically 'hunt' her even on deathbed if she were ever to harm or jeopardize his younger brother's well-being.

‘Aha. I’m in danger.’

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bakedstorm · 11 months

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The chokehold this image has over me…. i will never get over it. Szeth in his signature white while crouching down looking over shinovar with nightblood sheathed to his back….. Kaladin filled with stormlight floating down with his beautiful hair and coat in the wind…… bro im so excited!!!!!!!!!! i love themm and cant wait for their adventure in kowt. (fuck that name though)

#kowt #stormlight archive #kaladin #szeth

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stomach-bugg09 · 1 year

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hiii,i saw that requests ante open and was wondering if we can get a fali fic? 🫢 I don’t really mind/have a preference for what it’s about but maybe angst with some fluff at the end??? idek you’re the writer so you can choose, that’s basically it, and btw your fics are lush!! i love themm

thankyouuu <3

a/n: okay, hey !! took me a lil bit to ponder this idea and what would be the best approach , but i think this suits it with a lil bit of angst and then some comforting fluff. thanks so much for the kind words !! please, please, please comment feedback + reblog ( everything's easier when you have the motivation of your readers )

summary: fali is recovering from the bullet he took to save neteyam, but he's never been very patient.

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @theycallmesia @grierpilots @23victoria @nyotamalfoy @gcldtom

healing is hard

after eighteen years of existing, fali was never once considered patient. even when young, his mother could recall the numerous times where she scolded the poor na’vi for not waiting for her or his father before he dove right into the reef. she could also recall the way her heartbeat would flare when he let out a mischievous feat of laughter followed by a loud splash.

she had to say, though, that she would much prefer those small spikes of fear over the moment in which she witnessed tsireya speeding back atop her ilu, a limp body draped in front of her.

vi’ieo and fpai had just been discussing the whereabouts of their son in concerned, hushed tones when they heard the olo’eyktan’s daughter yell, “help! it is fali!”

nothing could prepare either parent for the rush of nausea and dread that flooded their bodies at those four words; if they weren’t thankful for ronal beforehand, they owed their lives to her. no mother wants to experience the unforgiving event that it the loss of a child.

not again, at least. not after they lost what was supposed to be their first baby girl just before she was born.

but now… now fali was okay. or, getting to it, at least. he was alive, and he was healed, but he still hurt. every movement he made, everytime he attempted to go through with tasks that he used to consider as easy if not daily.

he couldn’t even walk to the edge of the shore and back without help from someone else.

after being raised the only child of his parents and the supposed older brother to tsireya and ao’nung ( and then eventually rotxo ), fali picked up so many subconscious habits. he was reliable, he was independent, he was strong. now he was reliant, dependent, weak. he didn’t feel like fali te auahi fpai’itan.

everybody around the healing na’vi felt his frustration. they felt this sadness, his mourning of who he used to be. they felt the anger that surged through his body at the limited movement his left arm and leg now possessed after the bullet just barely impacted his spine enough to cause mobility issues.

it hurt. it hurt him, it hurt them, it hurt everyone.

and fpai and vi’ieo also missed the child he used to be. the child he was before he grew up, the child he was before he became the warrior, the child he was before they let war touch him. before they let war hurt him. but, they would forever be grateful for his mere survival above all else.

while fali saw their perspective, while he recognized the blessing that was his life, he was so sick of it. he was so sick of being thankful, of being gracious for eywa. he wanted his life back! he wanted his arm and leg back! for all he knew, fali would never even see battle again — he would never see the thing that he spent his entire childhood training for.

an impressive warrior whose skills were wasted on an avatar’s stupid bullet.

while everyone else tried to push a positive perspective onto the angry and healing na’vi, [y/n] knew better. she knew that wasn’t an option — not based on his personality, at least.

was she happy he was still alive? well, of course! in fact, she often jumped awake in the middle of the night and pressed a hand to his chest from where she slept right next to him, checking that he was still breathing. checking that he was still there.

but, [y/n] could never expect him to share the same exact outlook that she did, and she could never pretend to understand what he was struggling with. that would just be a lie, and she could never lie to him. not to her love.

so, instead of trying to get him to rest every time he stood up, instead of stopping him before he limped out of the marui, she gave him a soft smile and a nod. and then, of course, a wink followed by words meant only to push buttons ( which would hopefully only motivate him to success ), “scream if you need anything.”

he would roll his eyes, waddle out, and after about five minutes, [y/n] would be outside the marui. her eyes would be caught on his figure in the distance, oftentimes leaned up against a tree or paused while trying to catch his breath.

sometimes, although her heart shattered the most during these moments, he would be paused with his makeshift cane in hand, back hunched as sobs echoed through the breeze.

but [y/n] knew better than to barge in. she knew that, as much as every part of her body and soul itched to go and help him — to insist that it would be okay — it was only up to fali to decide whether or not that would be true.

it was only once, though, that [y/n] came running to him.

he’d been walking, small grunts of frustration heard all the way from where [y/n] stood. her gaze was soft against his back full of tattoos, scars, and muscles that she knew all too well.

and then, in a split second, everything broke.

the na’vi before her let out a yell of fury before throwing his cane into the sand, knees shaking as he fell onto them. the soft, wet sand was imprinted with his weight, allowing him to dip an inch shorter.

[y/n] feet started moving before her mind did, practically running down the wooden docks and through the sand. the squishy substance tickled between her toes at each new step, until eventually she strut right past the tearful na’vi and grabbed his cane.

she spun around on her heel, looking him right in the eye, and she extended her arm towards him. the long piece of drift wood he’d adapted to be his mobile assistant faced him in an offering.

but, just as fali reached up and attempted to take it from [y/n]’s hand, she pulled it away and threw it about ten feet to her right.

stunned, fali blinked at her. “[y/n],” he gasped, shocked. “what are you —”

“get up.”

[y/n] voice was solid, firm. authoritative. all of sudden, fali couldn’t take his glassy eyes away from her, jaw dropped in complete shock due to her attitude. what was she up to? “[y/n],” he tried again, voice soft and shallow due to the sobs that sat at the base of his throat.

she merely shook her head at her healing lover. “no,” she refused. “no, you’re going to get up.”

“i —” he paused, checking his words carefully. “[y/n], what are you doing?”

[y/n] locked his eyes, not once making an effort to assist him in any form. “i’m telling you to get up. get on your feet and walk.”

once more, fali opened his mouth, but this time… this time it shut in a pregnant bubble of silence. instead of arguing any more than he already had, he placed two hands on the ground and attempted to push upwards.

and then, just like that, fali was back in his own head. not once did he realize, as he pushed himself over the edge, that he wasn’t alone, and yet… for the first time ever since he started leaving every afternoon to try and make progress… he was finally able to do it.

by himself.

but he wasn’t by himself. [y/n] was there right next to him, words of encouragement flooding from her lips with every noise of desperation or anguish. everytime he even made a signal of falling back down, more words spilling right into his ears.

and soon, before he even knew it, he was standing. by himself.

and his arms were wrapped around the familiar body of [y/n]. the same warmth he adored every night. the same build that made him feel safe. the same na’vi that made him rethink every part of his life.

he could have never made it without her. anywhere. not just to a new point in his recovery, but he couldn’t have made it to the person he considered himself to be then.

fali without [y/n] would be the same arrogant na’vi that pushed ao’nung’s buttons. the same na’vi that made dumb decisions. the same na’vi who prided himself only on his abilities on the battlefield.

with [y/n], he finally realized there was so much more to himself than he ever knew or knew to recognize.

he pressed his face into [y/n]’s hair, the soft strands soaking up his salty tears of joy. his shoulder shook every so slightly, and fali could feel [y/n]’s own trembling body.

it’d been so difficult.

“i’ve been wanting to help, you know,” [y/n] sniffed into his chest. “i just knew it wouldn’t have helped. the last thing i wanted to do was make things more difficult.”

fali swallowed. “i know, yawne, i know.” his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. he couldn’t manage to summon anything louder, for he was world this beauty of a reality would disintegrate into a dream.

“but,” she continued softly. “i also knew you needed to be open to help. help from me, help from your parents, help from everyone. you can’t do everything alone.”

fali paused, silence overcoming them as he thought. she was right, of course, but he hated that idea. he was already vulnerable with his injuries. the last thing he wanted was pity from anyone else.

“i just…” he trailed. “i’m scared.”

[y/n]’s heart broke, her breath hitching in her throat at the big confession. “that’s okay.” she looked upwards, eyes locking between the two. “it’s okay to be scared.”

“what if i don’t get better?” he admitted, tears creating shiny streaks against his blue cheeks. “what if this is it? what if i can’t fight anymore?”

and then, as shocking as it was to fali, a laugh bubbled from [y/n]’s throat. he gave her a quizzical look and asked, “what’s funny?”

“well, it’d be fine by me, is all,” she admitted, a smile resting on her lips. “i like it better when i know you're safe and not at war.”

he couldn’t help but feel a smile rise to his own mouth as well. “well, you’d still be fighting.”

she gave him a look that read duh before continuing. “plus, if you do learn to lead the village from the interior… you could be at home.” she paused, shrugging. “if we ever wanted a family and all.”

fali paused, looking into her eyes deeply. suddenly, all he could feel was his stupid grin. “and you couldn’t stay home and care for the kids?” “we’d get a babysitter.”

fali let out a loud laugh, leaning his head down and kissing her square on the lips. “maybe eywa made a good decision.”

#avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #loak sully #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #tuk sully #tuktirey #kiri sully #sully siblings x reader #neytiri sully #sully!reader #lo'ak x sister!reader #avatar 2 #fali x reader

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found-wings · 6 months

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Thinking of how Phil wasn’t always the Angel of Death; how the title was bestowed on SMP Earth and persisted until now.

He loved Kristin beforehand, of course, loved and married her in his constant escapes from death’s gentle harbor. She found him surviving, stubbornly, in a world where death was permanent and took to him, an eagle to an aerie (/ref)- appeared to him, in various forms at different times and, once they became eachother’s forever more, she blessed him and his wings, black as nightfall and dotted with light just the same, to be her (one and only) most beloved seraph.

Then, on SMP Earth, all the power of the Antarctic Empire at Phil’s beck and call and free, at last, to fly again… it’s with Kristin’s touch at his back. He flew as he never had before, a comet in feather and flesh, and took viciously of the lives before him and basked in the vivacity of his connection to his goddess. It lingered like an addiction, an incentive to bare his teeth and draw his weapons, to fulfill this sudden purpose and newborn desire.

Now, on the QSMP, wings destroyed- his main connection to Kristin, gone- and experience having quieted his bloodlust, he finds himself taking solace in the violence. When he fights the monsters the Island throws at them, when he fights the codes- he lets that sensation rush over him, that belonging and bond to Death unbroken by the Federation.

When he spars with Etoiles? Well, he tries to keep it under wraps- he’s gotten good at that, with time- but every now and then he slips. He slips and a swing is too vindictive, and Etoiles sees the shadow of death behind Phil- the shadow of seraphic wings, poised to block out the very sun- and even when the moment passes, Etoiles finds naught but admiration all the more for his sparring partner.

They go another round.

~ 🐝

Finally responding to this properly and I‘m so RAAAAH I AM ON THE FLOOR

I am aggressively chewing the last sentence especially, it‘s so??? QKWKQNNW

" They go another round " hits so well with all of this and I‘m so not normal about it, PLEASE

I am so in love with how you describe things, from Phils time before the Antarctic Empire, wandering a lone world of where Death was meant to be the most terrifying thing for how permanent it was meant to be and yet it was the most fascinating & beautiful thing to Phil.

Death followed him everywhere he went, even while co-leading an entire Empire where his connection to Death was more out there than ever - especially when you have a best friend who is not scared of Death, instead willingly embracing the path just the same.

All the way up to ending up on an Island that finds ways to cut his connection, but not entirely. Never entirely, because when Death isn‘t following Phil, then Phil is following Death.

Those closest to him recognise when Phils swings aim to be deadly, though it was never aimed maliciously or serious at any islander - usually only for fun with the now lack of a limited life for him.

Yet with Etoiles, he slips.

He finds comfort in his sparring sessions with Etoiles, finding himself back to his Antarctic roots, so it’s almost natural when he lets Death guide him - and Etoiles lives for it, does nothing but admire it with the slightest of hopes of seeing Phil let entirely loose like that with him.

RAAAAH THEMM

#I am so normal about THEM AAAAA #🐝 anon I am rattling you intensely JAJAJAJ #ALSO AGGRESSIVELY RATTLING THE REFERENCE #qsmp #🐝 anon #winged.rambles

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forlorn-crows · 6 months

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Do you have any mountain central fic recs? Literally anything works 🤍🤍

of course i do, dear anon. i am the CEO (self appointed) of the mountain fan club, after all. some are sfw, some not! so pls mind the tags/descriptions before reading <3

i'll start out with a rec of my own work; its not smut actually, just something short i wrote about him in his full creechur form: First and Fierce Affirming Sight. still remains one of my fav pieces ive written about him, if you can believe it. also, @yesandpeeps drew me the loveliest art to go with it, forever excited about that

(im sure half of my work is mountain at this point but he deserves it soooo)

now for the other ghesties!

There Is Beauty In The Way of Things by @ghostinthewires. Mountain's magic pulls him deep into the forest, where he doesn't have to keep such a tight hold over it. the moment mountain looks in the mirror and sees how he looks after days in the forest and calls himself beautiful? yeah, that's the good shit.

Permafrost by @miasmaghoul “Will you-” he whispers, feeling his skin prickle in the wake of Mountain’s barely-there touch, “will you help me now?” It’s pathetic and he knows it, but he’s beyond caring. Something dark flashes over Mountain’s face then, and Rain feels an anxious flutter in his chest.

“I believe I said I was having fun watching,” he rumbles, and Rain’s stomach plummets through the floor when he remembers what game they’re playing. i dont care how many times ive read it. its a delight. "i leave for 15 minutes and come back to find you ravishing yourself in my bed?" chefs kiss 10/10 line will never forget it

Summon The Divine by @askingforthesun Smooth-talking Mountain, Cumulus getting spoiled and worshipped to within an inch of her life, lazy sofa sex, nipples getting some much-needed attention, short-skirt-no-panties, my "Mountain cums quick when he's having a good pain day" agenda and just a hint of oral as a treat. what can i say, mal wrote this for me. so im gonna be obsessed with it lol. and its so...so THEMMM.

this ficlet also by @miasmaghoul Based on some ~feelings~ about the recent soundchecks of Twenties, I give you these two getting horny over each other's skills and fucking nasty in the practice room. ♡ again, this one was written for me. mountrain fucking nasty, what more could you want?

Make Him Feel This Pretty Burn by @crimsonclergy It’s been about a week since management shuffled employees around between locations. He’s grateful that he and Rain didn’t get split up. Having a familiar face in the shop is nice, especially now. Swiss had gotten assigned to a new location and was promptly replaced. Dew hates to admit it, but he misses him. Sure, he could be a pain in the ass sometimes but at least he was fun. coffee shop au. also written for my group prompt of mountaindew hatefuck, so if you're a lover of that, check out the link in my pinned post for more of those :3

Hiding From the Light by @feralghxuls Dew was Mountain's first kiss topside, and also ever. my emotions about this one are *slams fists on table* theMM

that's about all i can find for now. im sure i'll post this and think about some more i'll have to add later! please enjoy and give these authors lots of love <3

#fic recs #ask #anon #mountain ghoul

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leenaur143 · 8 months

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Bad Lawyer & Crazy Dog, an unconventional love story

JUST FINISHED THE LAST EPISODE OF LAWS OF ATTRACTION!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Okay this is your HUGE spoiler warning because I have so many thoughts and my love for this show knows no bounds but I don't wanna take away from the magic of living it through on your own so go watch it!!!

Overall episode rating: 9.5/10

Overall show rating: 10/10

I was so tempted to take away points for that SILLY GUITAR AND THE SINGING 😭🤣 but it's fine they can't help that they're in love dhhxhdj

So, currently writing this at midnight just after 2/9/2023 which was Tinn and Charn's wedding day!!!!!!! These two goofs have come so far and yeah, couldn't be happier for them 🫶

I took a pause in the middle of the episode to collate my thoughts and here was the list I made about the first half:

1. the mma boxing unconventional fight between tinn and nawin, it was giving 'youtube boxing: worst bits!' but it made me laugh so its fine 😭

2. thee having no one truly there for him except tan - his fellow bodyguards didn't even back him, meaning ever since he started working for tan's family he truly has known no one who cares and loves him deeply which 🥹😭 how did he manage to stay so kind through all that

3. thattep that psychopath.

4. nawin being the best character ever

5. how similar nawin and charn are (one just has a few dozen more braincells than the other

6. how charn planned that entire plot knowing the risks not only to his physical self but knowing he could be risking his entire career but he's ready to do that as we saw when thattep called him to prison 🤧👏

7. the one guy that said you dropped the soap in the prison showers 🥲

8. tan using his annoyingness to his advantage and celebrating being banned from an airline - the most tan thing to do tbh

9. thee and tinn link up AGAIN!!!

10. the wedding talk made me emosh.. the entire proposal (lets ignore the singing but even that wouldnt wipe the huge grin off my face as i was watching it) i love the storyline of the song though (hats off to that tumblr user who explained the story behind the song, this was perfect

11. emotional during the seeking of blessings from charn's mum

12. grandma is a gem 💯

13. maya and rose doing so much to help the people they love - they truly are the MVPs

14. tongkhao's dream living on 🥹 all she wanted on Tinn's birthday was for him to be happy and start a family with someone he loves, and he did it 🥹😭🤧

Also, completely ignore the fact that I skimmed over the whole exposing scene because it was decent but I knew, I just knew Charn wasn't gonna die today and a bullet wouldn't be the thing that ended him so IM GLAD I WAS RIGHT 😭

The wedding! OH THE WEDDING 🥹👏 It was beautiful, just everyone who loves them there and present in form or in spirit - seeing the dolls and knowing Tonkhao was there just 🥹 maybe I'm just an emotional wreck but this episode really got me in my feels

I did laugh my butt off when they were taking wedding photos because why so stiff 😭🤣 It served prom in a nice way WHICH IS FINE it was just looking a bit awkward and hence it was funny 🤭

Also I could write entire essays about Tan's storyline but the fact that he never held any resentment for his dad even after all of THAT is just astounding, and it highlighted how even though Thee and Tan are very different, down to their core values, they're the same which is why they're perfect for each other

Speaking of perfect for each other, seeing Rose and Maya get engaged!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH I WAS SO HAPPY FOR THEMM

When Tinn said 'one day' concerning the conversation about the legality of same sex marriage in Thailand, I got in my feels again as you can probably gather is a common theme here, and I realised how much good shows like this promote.. and yeah I won't waffle on too much about that but it was really powerful 🥹

All in all, if we learnt anything from Laws of Attraction, I'd comfortably say it would be... how to say doll in Thai 🤣 (WHAT? It sounds so amazing! tuktā (pronounced too-ka-ta), it's a much better word!)

No, but seriously, what a show, I'd definitely recommend watching it and I hope, whoever is still reading my midnight rambles, enjoys it as much as I did 🫰

#laws of attraction #laws of attraction the series #tinn x charn #thee x thaenthai #maya x rose #thai bl #thai drama #turtle talks

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hakucho-art · 8 months

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free pass to talk about touken

HAHA, you're really indulging me huh

Ohhh what to talk about. It's funny, they occupy my brain 24/7 but as soon as someone asks me about them then there's nothing in that little head of mine. I guess I'm just gonna ramble lol.

Today I've been headcanoning about Touka sitting and waiting next to Kaneki while he's in his coma. Saiko and Urie being next to her as well and Saiko asking her who she is since she and Urie shouldnnttt really know her iirc. She introduces herself and also says that she's nekis wife (I will never get over her "MY HUSBANDS WAITING FOR ME UP THERE" MY GOD, I DIED AND ASCENDED HEAVEN THAT DAY) and saiko and urie getting shocked at that.

Saiko gets sad about the fact that she missed the wedding (calling her mamans wife from then on 😭♥️) and Urie mutters "First Takeomi, now Haise......." which catches Touka's attention. Since they visited yorikos wedding, she probably asked Kaneki who the man is she's marrying and what he's like. So if they know takeomi then they should also know what happened to yoriko!

And she freezes up because since she found out about the execution, she probs completely avoided thinking about it nor engaging with the topic in any way. She already did canonically with Kaneki but he knows how she feels and how that is and can give her comfort in the nights when the pain is too much to bear. Touka silently crying while Kaneki hugs her and kisses her trying to ease the pain if not at least a little 🥺

She is too scared to even ask if yoriko's still alive, too afraid of the answer. And while she starts trying to form the question, she unconsciously holds kaneki's hand enclosed between her two hands and squeezes it. Trying to find the strength to ask that question.

Urie starts answering before she even finished forming her sentence, assuming maybe she wants to ask where they are and tells her that they left the city (IIRC LMAO).

She falls forward, relief going through her whole body and holds kanekis hand against her forehead. Saiko and Urie ask her if she's okay since her body starts shaking but she says that she's fine. Knowing that Yoriko is alive and well and away from all the insanity that is happening right now in Tokyo, she couldnt be more happier about it. Now she only needs the person in front of her to wake up.

Gahhhh, I'm just.... soooo damn soft for hurt/comfort AND THATS LITERALLY TOUKENS WHOLE THING. Makes me think about the way Kaneki was nervous about seeing Hide again after all these years and going for Touka's hand, wanting to hold it in order to ease that nervousness 😭🤲🤲🤲 THEY ALWAYS GO FOR EACHOTHERS HANDS WHENEVER THEY ARE IN NEED OF COMFORT.

Although I also really like the thought of Kaneki needing lots of physical comfort and touka needing emotional comfort while the way that they give comfort is both the opposite, Kaneki giving emotional comfort and touka giving physical one. Perfectly aligning <3

I AM SO. DAMN. SOFT ABOUT TOUKEN

THEY ARE A SET, DO NOT SEPERATE THEM. LIKE HINAMI SAID, ONEECHAN AND ONIICHAN ARE BETTER TOGETHER.

I LOVE THEMM SO MUCHHHHH

#i am very normal about touken #THANKS FOR THE FREE PASS #and also the free pass in your inbox skbdjwbd #i know you like hidekane. I hope Im not boring you kqbdjwbd <333 #or that you feel like you have to read all my rambling #its very sweet of you tho ♥️#asks #touken thoughts

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hello, how are you doing? hope everything is ok :)

so, I've had this idea for a few days, and unfortunately I don't have time to write lately, but I wanted this idea to see the light of day and I'm also curious how you would work with it. by the way, if you don't want to write this, that's fine, and I also apologize for the inconvenience.

so the idea is this: [Character] is dating/marrying your sister/brother (you can decide this), and you know each other since kids, and since your teens you started having feelings for them, but you never said that to [Character] because you knew your relative liked them too. But, what you don't know, is that [Char] like you too, and they date your relative just to be next to you.

would you two tell each other the truth and reveal yours true feelings, or will you keep quiet for everyone's sake?

it can have a good ending or pure angst, I want to see what your creativity has to offer us (If this bothers you, I'm sorry, but I hope that's not the case.)

Reader can be GN or a girl

as for the Character, i was hoping to see Ningguang and maybe Jean too, but feel free to write for more, i don't want to overload you

English is not my native language, sorry for anything.

yeah this wouldn’t be too hard. sorry it took so long to get this out

it was dark in my room when i read this so i thought i was tripping when i read it lol, but i feel like it’d make more sense for the characters just to keep the sibling around them bc you’re around your sibling… bc you love themm ⭐️

i’m gonna be using you, your pronouns for the reader and switching with brother and sister for each scenario

i’ll be using Ningguang, Eula, Kokomi for the girls and Diluc for the boys

this will contain some NSFW themes as well as talks of child abuse in Eula’s prompt, so caution

Ningguang had your sister working as one of her servants, and because you didn’t really have much to do, and you were friends with the richest woman in all of Teyvat, you hung around in the Jade Chamber.

you were currently helping Ningguang with some papers, unbeknownst to you, she was eyeing you as you reached up to hang them on the cork board. she stepped up from her chair and walked right behind you, pushing her pelvis right into the plush of your ass. your eyes went wide and she took hold of your jaw, urging you to shush.

just then your sister blindly walked in, completely oblivious to the scene unfolding on the left. Ningguang noticed she was humming a song, blissfully distracted as she walked around the chamber, watering the plants.

“make sure to water the ones outside, darling.” ning reminded the girl and she immediately gasped and walked right out the room without a noise. the woman took hold of your hand, putting it up to her lips, “Y/N… y’know i’ve been fond of you.”

Ningguang explained how much she adored you, how pretty you were, the simple things you enjoyed and how amazed you were at her lifestyle.

“Ning… m-my sister! she likes you… i thought you knew that.”

you squirmed under her gaze, a petite chuckle coming from her lips, “i’m more than aware of that girl fawning over me and my… grace. but you..” she took hold on your chin gently. “you’re so sweet, you’re calm, and you don’t make it such a big deal of my status. it’s one of the many things that made me fall for you…”

she walked back to her desk, pulling out a parchment and pen, scribbling something down and handing it to you. “if you wish to pursue-”

“yes!” you suddenly became nervous. “Ning.. i-i’ve always liked you when we were kids… but my sister made it so obvious.. i thought i had no choice but to let it go.”

she grinned, giving you the yellow square. “let’s meet here tonight. make sure to dress in something that people would take pictures of, Y/N-gem.”

she turned away and walked out, presumably to her room. you stood there, so excited but nervous it was like geo crystalflies were fluttering around inside you. you were over the moon to be going on a date with Ninggaung. but nervous of what your sister would say…

as you and your brother walked back to the Sangomiya Shrine you noticed many shrine maidens looking flustered, panicked and worried. you walked up to one of them, asking what was wrong as your brother looked around for any signs of trouble.

“it’s just…. Sangomiya Kokomi has been locked in her room all day, we fear she may be hurt, but we can’t enter her room.” the maiden was clearly stressed and you quickly reassured her that you would try and help.

you brother quickly caught wind of the situation and immediately walked to go inside the palace but a samurai stopped him. “the others need us.”

your brother hesitatingly turned and followed the man down to the other training troops, before he turned back and gave one of the shrine maidens a wink. she giggled as winked back, opening im the door for you to see the head priestess.

she was indeed locked away in her room, doing who knows what…

you gave the hard otogi wood a gentle knock in a pattern and two locks turned and it opened.

“hmm, so you were the secret to unlocking the princess from her tomb..” the maiden mumbled and you smiled, telling her it was much more simple than that.

kokomi quickly invited you inside and offered you tea. you looked at the kettle, it was her morning kettle- she hadn’t even eaten the morning berry jam and toast given to her!

you immediately felt her forehead and neck for a fever, looking all over her pale skin for any signs of inflammation. she giggled and stopped you, simply explained she was distracted and had no appetite.

“you haven’t come out of this room in days, mimi! you got an island to rule over and my brother is worried about you!”

kokomi looked at you, her eyes narrowed at you. “and you’re not?”

“of course i am, but my brother is courting you… of course he’s prioritized over my-”

“you calling him having me pay for everything when he asked me out, plus getting me gifts with lack of sentiment, creativity and not even bother to get me something i actually like… you call that.. courting?”

you stopped and paused, remembering all the little gifts he got for her. he never once took your recommendations for what to get her, even though you’ve all been best friends since children. “i…im sorry he’s so inconsiderate…”

“but you’re not.” kokomi looked at you softly, “you get me perfect gifts for my birthday every year, you understand me and you help run this country in ways i never could…”

you felt your face tingle, the muscles spasming into a dorky grin. “what… exactly are you saying, mimi? that you… like-like me?”

the priestess giggled at your way of saying she wanted to date you. “would you like to go to Uyuui Restaurant with me? i’ll pay.”

you suddenly started spewing nonsensical sentences about payment and various other things. she laughed and took your quivering hands, explaining that you were her date and it was her job to arrange everything.

you nodded and snuck out, telling everyone that Kokomi would be out shortly.

you always admired Eula, how unrelenting she was, her perseverance through all the people’s remarks against her. you had been forced to interact with her because your caregiver worked for the Lawerence clan and Eula needed a friend, but you kinda liked hanging out with her. she once beat a gang of hilichurls by herself.

but now she was in front of a relative, ordering them to stand down and let you go.

you had no idea how you found yourself in this predicament. they had taken you hostage in another one of their attempts to get Eula to come back to them.

“Eula darling, your friend will be released when you quit this little quarrel and just come back home with us! your cousins miss you.” an older woman spoke; she was about Miss Lisa’s age, but she clearly did not look like her age as she looked like she was spotting grays. Eula and the woman argued a bit and soon she grew agitated.

she began spewing insults at her younger relative, telling her that she couldn’t fathom why she thought that this scheme would bring her back home.

“hey!” you barked without thinking. “don’t you talk to Eula like that! she’s the kindest person in the world and doesn’t want to poisoned by your… your.. your wretched sickness you call family love!”

the two of them looked at you with surprise, Eula shocked you said that, but the latter astonished you dare speak to her with such a tongue. she grew a deep red and walked up to your tied up body and raised her hand. you shut your eyes and braced yourself.

you knew exactly what was about to happen. she was gonna hit you, it’d happened before many times during your childhood.

the first time it did, you were playing tag with Eula and running through the slick, buff halls wearing socks. that caused you to slam into a small table and it tipped, breaking a vase with yellow flowers. one of the older family members cracked you and Eula across the face; you for breaking the vase like a klutz and Eula for refusing to hit you herself.

just before the woman could, she screamed out. you opened your eyes cautiously, hoping it wasn’t a trick they would use so you could see them as they attacked you. but she was in actual pain. Eula held her hand with a near bone crunching grip. then a crunch. and a sensation of coolness washed over you.

“let me go, you insolent-!” the woman ripped her broken hand from Eula’s icy grip. her fingers were a deep purple, shriveled and bent into a painfully contorted pretzel. blood vessels had popped and with the bones in her ring and pinky finger snapped, it popped more bubbles of crimson and prodded her skin.

Eula looked back at her knights, ordering them to quickly apprehend her family member, look for any other hostages and check the area for any other members or Fatui. Eula untied you herself and immediately apologized.

“had i known they would’ve used you to lure me to come back versus your cousin… i wouldn’t have grown so close to you.” she said solemnly.

“but if we were this close, i wouldn’t know that you want to go to Angel’s Share right now to cool off. and i wouldn’t know that you like me!”

the woman’s eyes went wide and she looked away from you, a reddened face. “i…” she paused and breathed a bit. “if you would like… it’d be nice to go to Good Hunter.. for a meal..”

you giggled and decided to tease her. “you mean a date?”

“hey could you go make the master’s bed, sis?” you turned to your twin and she nodded, skipping up the steps to the room. as continued brushing the feather duster over the flower vases, visiting all the rooms to see which need to be tidied up.

“psst!”

you whirled around to see a little boy with red hair peeking out from a door. you scampered over to him, being as quiet as a kid could and entered the room.

the tiny Diluc handed you a handmade bouquet of sweet flowers, windwheel asters and lamp grasses. you giggled and smiled, thanking him sweetly.

“wait where are you going?” he asked as you turned to walk out the room.

“put them in a vase, they have to be seen by everyone!” you cheered and left.

“goodness! that didn’t go as planned!” a tanned blue haired boy laughed at his brother’s failure. “Y/N is a ditz, or maybe you’re just bad at expressing love…”

you were cleaning up a broken glass that your twin had broken when you heard someone calling for you. you looked around to Diluc calling for you.

you walked into the room he was in, and this time he had a single windwheel aster.

“i don’t want you to put this in a vase…” he said, putting the flower in your hair.

you smiled at him, thanking him for the gift and telling him that you had to be working right now or else you’d get scolded.

“at least tell him you’ll see him later tonight!” kaeya grinned at you, prompting you to sigh and giggle.

“i’ll be able to see you tonight Young Master. you clearly want privacy when we talk.”

you left the boys alone and you heard a few cheers and laughs coming from the rooms.

but you weren’t able to talk to him privately. it was storming and an attack on the mansion caused the boys to leave.

you wouldn’t be able to talk to Diluc for a while.. his father had just died after all.

“Y/N?”

you jumped after hearing your name called in what felt like hours. you were doing everything you could to organize Diluc’s study. you turned to the man and you hand was extended as you turned and the glass vase on the table shattered. you gasped and stared at the broken pieces, immediately dropping down to pick them up, sputtering out innumerable apologizes.

your eyes began to sting with a painful gulit, you vision clouding for fear of what he was gonna do or say for breaking the piece of art. it was imported from Fontaine, an incalculable treasure, something you could never hope to pay back.

“Y/N… it’s alright.” Diluc had bent down to help you pick up a glass, telling you it was dangerous for you to touch the shards since you had no gloves. but you couldn’t hear him until he took hold of your chin and looked at your irises. “hey, are you ok?”

you held eye contact as best you could but your tears pushed past your tear ducts and eye lashes. the pearls of sadness dripped down your chin and you started sobbing, hiccups of another apology coming out. suddenly the glass piece you were hold onto slipped from your grasp and flew into the hair. you shielded yourself from the dangerous chunk, letting it fall to the ground.

but you didn’t hear a clink. you looked around and saw the piece in Diluc’s hand. he grinned at you, but quickly it faded and he reached out for your hand.

it was covered in blood, fighting itself to get out of you palm. he looked at the fragment, seeing a smear of blood on it.

Diluc helped you stand, taking you into the kitchen and cleaning, disinfecting and dressing the fresh wound. you thanked him, telling him that he didn’t have to.

“it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have broke it.”

he chuckled and said that he shouldn’t have startled you. he turned and looked at a bunch of sweet flowers and lamp grass. “i was gonna ask you if you wanted to… have a meal with me.. but with your injury i..”

“wait a second! you were gonna ask me on a date?” you stared at him, dumbfounded.

“well yes. Y/N, i’ve been trying to ask you since we were children. me, Kaeya, even your sister was trying to get you to go out with me.”

you stopped and thought of all the times he’d given you flowers… the times he invited you somewhere and when Kaeya would make little remarks about you two and the times your sister would do your work so you could go downstairs and talk with Diluc.

they were all set up.. so you could have dinner. with him..

here’s some more content by me! ⭐️

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year

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Lucien: Wait- Flynt you fought in the Great War? For the empire I hope.

Flynt: mm… *keeps walking*

Taliesin: Lucien please don’t press him you won’t like were this is going.

Lucien: I? What? Why not? *hurries after Flynt* What rank were you in? Why have you never mentioned any of your accolades? I’ve seen how well you fight now surely you were unstoppable then! Oh did you lose your eye sight in battle-

Flynt: *turns and glares in his direction* SHHUT UP!!!

Taliesin: Flynt it’s alright calm down-

Flynt: N-N-NO! I WROST! EVERYHING FOR TH-THEMM! AN THEY FORGO ABOU ME!!! *now getting even angrier because his tongue won’t allow him to say what he wants to*

Taliesin: Flynt. *steps between him and Lucien ushering the dragonborn away* I told you to leave it Lucien…

Lucien: …I’m sorry…

*That evening*

Lucien: *sitting alone by the fire, Flynt, Kai & Inigo all asleep*

Taliesin: *sits beside him quietly* …The thalmor captured him when he was on the front lines… They, blinded him, cut his tongue. And sent him back as a threat to the empire. But by the time he got back, the concordat was signed, the front lines abandoned… he’d been declared dead, got no pension. No honours… he was a war hero and the empire just forgot he existed… he sold all his possessions just to survive and spent the last few years before meeting us begging… he was particularly upset about his sword though… *looks at the young imperial* I know you have a high opinion on the empire and their armies, your mothers a captain after all… But they hurt him just as badly as the thalmor did…

Lucien: I didn’t know… I should have listened to you I was just, I was hoping maybe he might have seen my mother fighting in her heyday… I never meant to hurt him.

Taliesin: I know. Just try to be more understanding in the future if you can, I might not be able to stop him from kneecapping you next time~

Lucien: *laughs a little as an idea goes off in his head* hm…

*a few weeks later*

Flynt: *opens the door to breezehome hearing the courier outside* Hi?

Courier: ah good morning! I got some mail for you, let’s see here, there’s a museum opening up in dawnstar. Someone enquiring about able bodied fighters to wrangle some goats away from a giant who stole them and, a package for a Mr Lucien Flavius. It’s got a bit of heft to it too. *hands the bosmer the package and letters*

Flynt: *takes it with ease* Th-tha-nnk you. *nods his head and closes the door* Lou! Maill.

Lucien: Oh good! I was hoping she got my letter! *hurries over taking it and quickly unwrapping it to find her letter and smiling tearfully* … Ehem. I, Captain Lyra Flavius, Here by present with great pride, this badge of honour and service to Mr Flynt Hollowfoot, for his excellence and bravery on the front lines of battle. And it is with deepest sympathy and sorrow I extend my personal apologies on behalf of the legion for his injuries at the hands of the aldmeri dominion, and the neglect followed by our own hands… *wiped his eyes* Thank you, for looking after my son despite all you have been through, soldier. Long live the empire. *sets the letter down and unwraps the rest of the parcel revealing a very old and battle worn glass sword* I? A sword? But-

Flynt: *standing there in shock unable to believe he was finally remembered by the empire, only just snapping out of it as he sniffs the air recognising the smell* my?… windchime?… *steps forward holding out his hands*

Lucien: Your-… *sees the name scribed on the scabbard, Hollowfoot* Oh Flynt. This is your sword! My mother found your sword!!

Flynt: *takes hold of it and hugs it tight* m-my windchime… sh-she foun it… I’m remembere-d… *reaches out his hand and feels for lucien before hugging him* th-thannk you L-lou…

Lucien: *hugs him back* don’t mention it friend… oh there’s more in the packag- sweet merciful stendarr. *picks up a bag of gold bigger than his head, shakes it so the bosmer can hear*

Flynt: …Dinner on me at tavern…

#Flynt dragonborn #Bosmer dragonborn #skyrim taliesin #Lucien skyrim #skyrim

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