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hi love! i'd like to req emily smut, maybe a little more on the rough side if you'd be comfortable with that, where she gets jealous over reader and shows that through sex
if you want something less vague, it could be when reader brings emily lunch to her office and morgan keeps flirting with her, leading to some action in emily's office
I'll be doing these two together cause why not. I hope you don't mind! thanks for requesting, and I hope you liked it!!
jealousy - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader
summary: see the asks, it's a mix of both, it kind of took a turn, but i hope you still enjoy it!
tw: jealousy, a very poor try at dom Emily, fingering, breast play?, idk tws are so hard once you've finished writing🥲, i think that's it lmk if i'm missing smth
a/n: no idea if there's a way for me to link both asks here, someone lmk if there is
It's only 8.00 am when you enter the police station, two bodies in the past 12 hours required the early hours, everyone had to be focused, your mind had to be only in one place. However, this wasn't the case for all the people on that room.
The local police officer at the head of the case had some other things in his mind.
He starts by boldly checking you out, looks at you up and down, stopping and staring at the short tank top you were wearing, which makes you uncomfortable enough to cover yourself with your arms as much as you can.
The look your girlfriend sends to him doesn't go unnoticed to you, you start to believe she will set him on fire just with her stare, she places herself covering your body to shake his hand, which she gripes a bit too harder than the usual.
If you didn't know her any better, you would say she is jealous.
But there was just no way, right? Emily Prentiss doesn't get jealous, she's too confident for that, she has you so well wrapped around her finger, she doesn't need to be jealous. Right?
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"so you think this... unsub like you call him, could be on a killing spree because of his mother?" the agent asks you, staring at the last picture you just sticked to the board with a puzzled look.
"we're positive, we've seen this modus before, it's a clear pattern" you explain
"ugh, so talking about mommy issues" you can't help the little snicker that scapes your lips.
He looks triumphant, fully believes he's got you under his spell. He couldn't be more wrong.
The familiar hand that slides behind you on your lower back makes you jump, Emily comes around you, standing closer than she usually does.
"hey, what were you talking about?" she asks, tilting her head.
"oh, nothing just the case" you say, unbothered.
"just the case huh?" you turn your head to see how she's staring at him, as he walks away from you both.
"Em? what is it?" you ask suspicoisly.
"nothing, i just don't understand, what could be so funny if you were just talking about the case..." she says sarcastically
"oh my god" you try to keep your voice down, but the excitement is still noticeable "oh my god, Emily, you're jealous!"
"what? What do you mean I'm jealous?" her voice a couple octaves higher, making it so obvious to you she's lying.
"that's not even a real answer!" you say.
"ugh..." she lets out one of those little sounds she always makes when she knows she's been caught, you think it's adorable.
"ok, so maybe... maybe I just... don't like the way he looks at my girlfriend, so sue me!" she tries defending herself, but you couldn't take it seriously for your life, you find it adorable, the slight pink tinting her cheeks, her reassuring hand still resting on your lower back.
"Emily, c'mon, you know i love you" you kiss her cheek, she kisses you back but still doesn't look so convinced.
The thing is, you could not be any less attracted to that man, there was no way in the world you would find his flirting any appealing, but the idea of teasing Emily sounds too exciting.
A little fun never hurt anyone, right?
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"...hellooo, earth to Prentiss?"
Morgan waves a hand in front of Emily’s face and she’s brought back to reality.
"what?" she asks.
"i said, could you please put your frown away, you're scaring Reid" Spencer doesn't even hear the comment, too focused on the case file to even pay attention to the conversation that was taking place right beside him.
"my frown is just where it has to be, thank you" she says raising an eyebrow at that.
Derek gives a scoff, and Rossi chuckles at the whole stupidity of the situation. “If y/n can’t feel your stare burning a hole in her back, when she turns and sees you, she’s sure gonna think you're planning a murder.”
"i might just be" she mutters
"I think I know what's going on" Rossi intervenes "she isn't looking at y/n" he explains pointing at you "I think someone might be jealous"
You are only a few feet away, discussing your last findings with the detective, trying to laugh at every little thing he says, making sure Emily is watching.
"I'm not jealous" she defends "she is so clearly not interested, but what if she needs me to step in?" her attempt to make up a good excuse isn't good enough for any of them to buy it
"if that helps you, but all i can hear is jealousy" a big, cocky smile spread on Morgan's face, it's only making her angrier
"c'mon, or we will too have to face the consequences of the territorial monster of jealousy when it explodes" Rossi says, dragging Morgan away
"yeah, mark your territory" Morgan laughs, while Emily gives him the finger "go get her lover!"
It's your loud chuckle that draws the line for her. When you finally get away from the persistent officer, you turn to see Emily isn't there anymore, taking your phone you see 2 new message from her.
From Em💕: you better knock your shit off baby.
From Em💕: That's it. You're so in for it later.
That one makes your heart throb, it shortly makes you wonder if you had taken it too far. This was not gonna end well for you.
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Hotch decides to call it for the day, sending you off to start fresh in the morning, when a male voice you had heard enough already, calls your name
"Agent, I was wondering if you would be in for a drink with me?" he asks, eyeing you up and down yet again.
You are so sure you would find it just as disgusting if you weren't so gay, and so in love with your girlfriend.
"oh, sorry but no, actually, I-" a much more familiar female voice interrupts you "she's with me" Emily says.
He can't believe his eyes, Emily wraps her arm around your waist pulling you close to her body "hi babe" she says, kissing your lips, you return the kiss, a bit amused at her jealousy, but loving the possessiveness she was showing.
"Sorry, you were saying?" she asks, the man still open-mouthed, he can't bring himself to even speak.
"nothing... ugh, good night, agents" he dismisses you, and walks away defeated.
Emily and you head out of the bullpen, her arm still securely wrapped around your waist, she slides her hand on your back pocket, grabbing a handful of your ass possessively, making you chuckle.
"wanna talk about it?" you ask her innocently
"oh we are gonna be doing a bit more than talking you and me"
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Emily doesn't even leave time for the door to close, and you have a split second to register your thoughts before she closes the door and walks over in one long stride and slams you into the wall.
Her mouth attacks yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, her tongue invading in a fight for dominance, that you just let her win, she is determined to have her way with you, and you aren't going to stop her.
She wasted no time in getting her hands on you, roughly rubbing her hands over your exposed skin. You, however, delicately placed your arms around her neck and when you both pulled apart to breathe.
"what's wrong, Em?" you ask her, breathlessly
"you know what? For starters, I didn't like the way he was looking at you" she starts, her breath warm against your skin, she lowers her head getting your neck, kissing it so sweetly you feel you could melt
she is quick to find your pulse point, mouth-opened kisses all over your skin, she nips all over your spot, which makes you moan
"but then imagine my surprise when i saw you, flirting back" her hand finds her way underneath your shirt, reaching for your breast, she finds no more resistance as you aren't wearing a bra, your other nipple peaking through your shirt in excitement.
She uses her free hand to grip your ass, you jump at the feeling whimpering on her mouth, her closeness only making you more excited.
"but you don't like him, do you, baby?" she asks, teasing you, she leaves a soft kiss on your lips
"he wouldn't stand a chance, we both know men aren't really your type" Emily says lowly, nipping at the tender spot behind your ear.
She slips her leg between yours, a soft moan escapes your lips.
"so you just wanted to make me jealous" you're too deep in her dominance to even register anything, letting out soft whimpers every time her thumb brushes against the nub and grips the soft skin of your breast
"god... Emily" you let out, as Emily pulls your thighs apart with her hand.
"you know, baby, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked" she attacks your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave purple marks you couldn't care any less about now.
Emily presses her fingertips against the crotch of your jeans "your clothes. Take them off or I'll rip them off" she commands, taking a step back from you, leaving too little space to maneuver.
You knew better than to tease her when she was like this. A shiver of excitement runs through your back, and you comply.
You take your jeans off then, your shirt, quickly throwing them somewhere far on the room.
You move to kiss her again, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a kiss, but she doesn't let you, instead she grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up.
You wrap your legs around her waist, she carries you to bed, laying you down just harshly enough to make you even more excited for whats to come.
"you are gonna do exactly what i ask you to tonigh, you know why, baby?" you hold your breath, you're not sure if she actually wants you to answer, but you try nonetheless "because I'm yours"
Your answer seems to satisfy her, as she begins kissing her way down your body, taking special care to nip at your collarbone and stomach to leave more marks than the one's on your neck.
The soft cloth of her shirt rubs against your skin and as if just now realising she was still dressed, you grab the hem of her shirt and help her take it off, throwing it somewhere in the vicinity of the room, like you had done with your own clothes.
And not a moment later, she is back to kissing your body, stopping suddenly when she reached the hemline of your underwear.
Her hand navigates down them, she dips low enough to collect your arousal on her fingertips before rubbing your clit forcefully. Your body reacts immediately, curling forward. "Em!" you moan
"what's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue? use your words, if you want me to stop the teasing, just say it"
"fuck...Em, please, I'm yours, please Emily, yours" you confirm, closing your eyes and letting your hips rock against her hand.
“Who are you this wet for?” Emily demands, nipping at your earlobe.
"just you" you whimper, desperation starting to build in your lower stomach
"that's right baby" the cocky smile on her lips makes your eyes roll. You obviously loved slow, romantic love making with your grilfriend, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't love this side of her just as much.
She continued to move her fingers inside of you and you met each thrust but you almost fell apart when she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed hard.
She uses her free hand to play with your breast, you let out a gasp when her tongue moves over it spurred you on and she begins to gently suck on it while her hand still caressed your other breast.
You melt into the mattress at her words. "let go, c'mon baby, I got you" you cum on the spot, as she fucks you through your orgasm, she let's you ride your high.
Emily lays down beside you as you come down from the climax, she kisses your lips softly, lovingly this time, less urgent.
"you know i didn't mean any of it right? I was just playing with you, i love you. He didn't stand a chance" you try to clarify
"yes baby, i know, i love you too, i wasn't so harsh with you right?" she asks concerned. Sometimes you can't believe how Emily's mood changes so fast, from all dominating, incredibly sexy, to concerned, soft girlfriend.
"Em, it was perfect" you say, grabbing her face and pecking her lips "you are perfect" you kiss her again.
"well, good, because we're just getting started, i'm not sure you've learned your lesson yet" she grins.
"Like i said, I'm all yours, agent Prentiss" she sits to straddle you, and you grab her face to pull her in for another kiss.
Emily caresses your neck with her thumb, looking at the purple marks she had previously left "this will be hard to cover tomorrow"
"who says I'm covering them?"
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Sitting on your usual spot on the plane, you lay behind Emily's amr, resting your head on her shoulder as she reads.
You aren't oblivious of the look on Morgan's face, right in front of you.
The shirt you chose had your neck and cleavage all on display, small and big purple marks cover your skin.
He stares bluntly at you, a cheeky smile covering his face "So y/n, looks like you and Prentiss had yourselves a good night. Care to share?"
Emily gives him the finger.
"in your dreams" you say.
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wow! a lot longer than i expected it to be! finishing this one gave me a headache so please like and reblog if you liked it, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated! <333 reqs still open as always!
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Into You | Theodore Nott X Fem. Mattheo and Tom Riddle's Little Sister
•Summary: Your brother, Mattheo Riddle, has a best friend, Theodore Nott, who you have a crush on. Turns out, he also has a crush on you, so you both decide to start a secret relationship.
You had a crush on Theodore since the 4th year in Hogwarts. He was Mattheo's best friend, your brother, so he would never let you be with Theo.
Although he didn't know how you felt, he was very protective over you. Tom didn't know about it, but you don't need to worry about him now.
On the other hand, Theo also did had feelings for you but no one, except for him knew about it.
You were currently on your potions class and Snape was telling his students that you had to do a assessment about a certain potion. The only bad part, was that he chose the partners.
He then starts to make partners.
"Riddle" he calls looking at you, so you could know it was you and not Mattheo "and Nott."
You hated when Snape used to chose the partners, but now, you loved it. Not only because you had a assessment with Theo, but that means you could spend more time with him.
A few people were happy, anothers not so much. The class finally ends and as you are collecting your stuff to put back on your bag, you notice someone next to you, making you look up.
"Oh, hey Theo" you smile at him, making him smile too.
"Hey, so, we have this work to make, right?" you nod "What about tomorrow on my dorm?" he asks.
You didn't hesitate to answer.
"Sounds good!"
"Then tomorrow, at 4pm at my dorm." he says stating at your eyes. You eventually break the eye contact, closing your bag and leaving.
"I'll be there" you say, before leaving him alone in the class.
[...]
Today you had to work on that assessment with Theo, and you were somehow happy. It involved working, which you hated, but also involved spending time with Theo, which you wanted to become something more normal.
You walk up to his dorm and someone quickly opens the door.
"Y/n?" Mattheo, your brother looks at you weirdly "What are you doing here?"
"I came to do a assessment with Theo, even though that's none of your business..." you enter in the dorm and see Theo sat on his bed.
"Speaking about it, I also need to do mine." he looks at you once again "I'll be back in 2 hours."
With that, he leaves the dorm. You and Theo look at each other and you walk up to him, sitting on his bed.
"So..." you place your bag on the ground.
"We should better start" Theo suggests.
You nod, agreeing and you both lay on his bed, starting to work on the assessment.
A few minutes go by and you noticed him struggling with a little of his part of the assessment so you decide to help him. A few minutes later, the same happens to you and Theo helps you.
You both start to communicate a little more now. It might be a little interaction, but it still left you happy with it.
"Hey, Y/n, how do I do this? I don't understand this" he taps your arm, asking for help.
"Oh, that's an easy one, so..." you start to explain him, leaning a little next to him.
He looks at the assessment, trying to understand what you were saying but he seemed focused on something else.
"Get it now?" you ask, looking at him. He just keeps staring at you and suddenly he leans a little to you, making you both very closed. "Theo...?"
"Yes, bella?" he answers, your lips barely touching.
You both stare at each other until he finally leans in, crushing his lips onto yours on a soft way.
Then, he pulls back. Perhaps to see your reaction?
"You okay?" he asks in a low tone.
"I... Guess so?" you were still a little shocked at his move, so you nervously chuckled. He started to chuckle with you too.
"Mattheo is going to kill me if he finds out I did this..."
"I wouldn't say kill, but maybe a few punches. But he doesn't have to know about this, if you don't want him to know."
"A few punches shouldn't hurt, should they?" he smiles.
You understood what he meant and also smiled.
"Are you seriously willing to find out?"
"If that's what it takes to be with you." he leans in again for another kiss. You both stood like this, kissing for a while. The assessment was totally forgotten about for a few minutes until someone seems to be walking in the dorm.
You both quickly separated, looking again at the assessment on Theo's bed.
"I'm back." Mattheo says opening the door "You haven't finished your work yet?"
"The potion is more complex then I though it would be..." you say, Theo nodding at your words.
"Anyways, you both have fun in there ith your complex potion, I'm going out and won't be coming soon. I'm going out with-" he starts but you interrupted.
"We don't need the details, Matt."
He fake smiles at you and leaves the dorm.
"So, where were we?"
"Working on the assessment..."
"I didn't meant that, but fine." he jokes.
You look at him, worried that you'd ruin the little friendship you both had, but you don't say a word about it.
It was past the dinner time but you both had finished the assessment.
"Finally" Theo cheers "I couldn't do this anymore."
"At least is over" you smile. "I think I'm going, I promised Pansy I'd meet her after this assessment." you excuse yourself, putting your belongings back in your bag and getting up.
"Hey, do you want to go out someday? To Hogsmead or something?" Theo asks you.
"Are you asking me out?"
"Maybe."
"You know that Mattheo is not going to like this... Right?"
"He doesn't have to know... For now, right?" He smiles at you, without showing his teeth.
You nod "Seems good... For now."
"So, Hogsmead next week?"
"Hogsmead next week." you confirm before opening the door and leaving.
[...]
After the day you both went to Hogsmead, you understood that Theo might like you, and Theo understood that same so you both decide to start a relationship without Mattheo knowing. And without everyone else knowing, of course.
Since that day, you and Theo started to make up excuses for your friends to see each other, to be alone.
6th post! I'm so sorry for being a little inactive, but the creativity went out 😭 Also, school is almost over, only one week left, so maybe I'll become more active.
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Just thinking about a toxic !Katsuki that fucking wants you, despite you being with his bestfriend... Kirishima.
Part 1
Part 2
Eijirou couldn't help but twitch when he saw Katsuki hold your waist like that.
A part of him was trying to convince himself that it was probably just a mistake or something. That Katsuki didn't really mean to hold you there.
Oh but he did.
And Kirishima saw it. But he pushed the thought away. Katsuki was his bestfriend! He'd never do that to him. Not to mention he's head over fucking heels for you! You two won't ever betray him like that, right?
But just in case, even though he really fucking wishes it wasn't the case. He's gonna be keeping an eye on Bakugo from now on.
That's exactly why he called you when he did. Katsuki was getting too fucking close to you, more than his liking.
He didn't see exactly what he was doing, but he knew something was up.
And God, you felt horrible.
You felt so horrible for feeling so tempted.
Katsuki knew what he was doing to you. He knows he's so dangerously close to pushing you off the edge and into his arms.
You kept looking at Kiri, feeling so sick knowing how you feel for his own bestfriend. You love Kiri, you really do, and he knows it.
He's the sweetest thing to ever come into your life and you could never be more grateful to have him in your life. And he feels the same about you.
God, it feels fucked. It feels so fucked to know you're starting to crave Katsuki more day by day.
But fuck, did he want you so badly.
But you know better than that, you know better than to give in to his twisted desires. So you started pushing him away more often, not giving him the chance to even touch you anymore.
But it pissed him off. It pissed him off because he knew you wanted this just as much as he did.
So when you pushed him away for the last time, he grabbed you by your wrist and held them still behind you.
You gasped, feeling his grip on you tighten each time you try to break free.
"C'mon, Y/n... What's the point, huh?"
He leans down to your neck, using his free hand to slowly pull down the collar of your shirt.
"I know you fucking want this just as much as i do."
His hand traces your waist up to your shoulder. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, so close that you could practically feel his lips brush against you and fuck, it drove you insane.
He suddenly kisses your neck, sending alarms in your brain to stop. To tell him to stop, this is wrong. You have a boyfriend! Not to mention his bestfriend!
"But... But Katsuki-"
"I won't tell."
He says after he kisses your neck,
"And you won't either... will you, Y/n?"
Your breath gets caught in your throat. Exactly, you won't tell anyone, will you?
After all, what Kiri doesn't know won't kill him right?
Atleast that's what you thought.
Katsuki managed to leave bold hickeys on your neck, and fuck, did you love every single one. He let's go of your wrist, knowing you wouldn't push him away this time.
He wraps his hands around your body, feeling every single possible inch of you. When you face him, he spent no spare moment pulling you in for a kiss.
A kiss that shouldn't have happened.
You shouldn't do this.
This is wrong.
You know it is.
But by god, did he kiss you so damn good.
He pulled you in deeper, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. He let's out a low growl as he feels your lips on his.
He wanted you so badly, he needed you for so long now. Fuck the system. He doesn't care if it's wrong. He just knew he needed you.
And damn it is he gonna have you.
He removed his jacket, prying it off him as he need to fucking savor this with you.
He was just about to remove your shirt until..
"Y/n!"
You heard your boyfriend call you from the other room.
You panicked, just about to leave till Katsuki grabs your arm.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
You look at him in disbelief. What did he just say?"
"Katsuki! Let me go, I have to get to Kiri before he-"
"No."
He pulls you back to his chest. Without any hesitation or fear of getting caught whatsoever.
"You are not gonna leave me here for that shitty-hair."
He leans down to your face, whispering with that shit eating grin of his and those eyes that spoke so much more than what he'd say.
"We are finishing what we started. And we're not stopping till we're done."
You almost couldn't believe what he was saying. You looked at the door, knowing your boyfriend could easily just burst in and see you and Katsuki.
"Y/n, baby! Where are you?"
As you were about to head towards the door, Katsuki pins you to the wall. His thigh going in between your legs, stopping you from trying to escape.
You covered your mouth from letting out a moan as he grinds his thigh up to your sensitive spot.
Katsuki, the sadistic bastard he is, leans down and whispers to you.
"Tell him you're busy."
You hesitate, in one hand you really fucking want this with Katsuki. But your poor boyfriend...
Suddenly, Katsuki puts his hand in between your legs, feeling you there as if it was his to ever touch.
You've never surpressed a moan so hardly.
"Wanna tell him or should i?"
Meanwhile, Kirishima heard everything. He knew you and Katsuki were in there. But he wanted to see if you'd say no.
But poor Kiri, his heart was broken. So, so broken.
He couldn't believe you two would do that to him.
But all of his anger was mostly towards Bakugo. He was his bestfriend goddammit! How could he? How could he do this to him?
But Kiri gave you one last chance. In this moment, would you tell him the truth? Or would you lie to him?
One chance.
"Baby! C'mon, what are you doing in there?"
Katsuki looks at the door then at at you, waiting for your answer. His hand still touching you there.
"C'mon, Y/n, tell him.."
(So what will it be? Will you tell him the truth? Or break his heart and lie?)
(Since you guys lied the first one so much, i thought to make a part 2. Definitely will have a part three depending on what you guys think.)
(It's 12am midnight right now, so expect that to be the time where i'd typically write/post. And again, apologies for any typos.)
(I'm new to this whole tumblr post thing so getting that much likes at my first post definitely shocked me.)
(Thanks for the love on part 1, seems like yall love a toxic Bakugo<33)
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Alastor Realizes He Has Feelings For You
Alastor x GN!Reader
AN: A lovely anon sent in a request for a few of the guys realizing they have feelings for the reader, and Alastor's got...so far away from me that I decided to give him his own post, and I'll link this in the ask I actually answer. I just had so much fun writing Alastor freaking the hell out once he realizes.
HERE is the link for the ask if anyone is curious to see this prompt with Lucifer or Vox.
Alastor
In order of which of the guys notices first, Alastor realizes it dead last.
Which makes sense. He had long thought himself incapable of such feelings toward someone. There had never been anyone he had felt that particular inclination towards before, so he assumes at first that what he has with you is just…a very intense friendship, almost like him and Rosie, just with some odd caveats.
Once he does realize he'll immediately go to Rosie for some advice since it's…clearly not his area of expertise.
He doesn't even notice it, someone else points it out to him.
He's in a piss poor mood as he goes about the hotel. He hasn't yet figured out it's because you've been too busy to see him for the past four days.
Until someone gets mad enough at him to talk back.
Alastor is sitting in the lobby, impatiently tapping his foot as he wallows and waits, sipping a glass of rye as Husk made a point to only come over to his side of the bar when it looked like he needed something.
Alastor was struggling, trying to figure out why his mood has been so sour these past few days. Things had been fine, delightful even! The hotel was taken care of, his broadcasts went well, why he even went for a nice stroll in Cannibal Town to visit Rosie. By all means a perfect few days.
So why was his patience for everything wearing oh so thin? He sighs a moment and makes a sound almost like a growl to himself as he tries to puzzle this out. This was so infuriatingly perplexing!
It isn't much longer until Angel Dust is so fed up with Alastor ruining the good mood of the bar as he tries to flirt with Husk that he actually addresses the Overlord.
“Look Smiles. Just because you're all sad ya lovely little lover has been too busy to even say hi the past few days, doesn't mean you've gotta take it out on us. I'm trying to hit on the barman but your pissy mood is killing it.” Angel says, throwing a hand up from the other side of the bar.
“Operative word here being try, not succeeding at.” Husk says dryly, closer to Angel’s side.
“Yeah yeah. You secretly adore me. Don't worry. I'll keep your secret.” Angel winks at him as Alastor tries to decipher what it is Angel just said.
“...Lover?” He asks, trying to clarify, tilting his head to the side. He's so flummoxed he even stops tapping his foot. He says it like someone sounding out a foreign word for the first time.
“...Are they not your lover?” Angel raises an eyebrow, putting his drink down a moment. “I mean the way you two act…I thought you were dating and just keeping it a secret.” Angel shrugs, and only then does it click Angel is talking about you. There's no one else in the hotel that he's consistently friendly enough with that that mistake could happen.
Once he figures it out he just cackles a moment, deep and loud, with his free hand over his stomach as he fails to contain his amusement.
“Oh my dear Angel, no!” He says, chuckling a little more before continuing, shaking his head. “They're just a very dear friend.” Alastor explains, waving off the idea. “Besides why would I be upset they haven't been around? I don't see Rosie every day and I'm perfectly fine.” He says, although he doesn't really need to explain himself to them anyway.
But it doesn't seem to convince Angel who just looks at him with skepticism.
“Surely you jest! What evidence have I possibly given to suggest they are more than a dear friend?” Alastor asks, sure Angel has nothing concrete.
“Well, for starters, they can touch you whenever and however they want. You let them in your personal bubble and you fucking hate people being in your personal bubble.” Angel begins to explain, holding a finger up.
“I'm the same way with Rosie, and Mimzy, to a degree.” Alastor shoots down that theory easily.
“You've been in an increasingly shit mood with a short fuse since they've been too busy to see you.” Angel tries again, holding up a second finger.
“Preposterous. I don't know why I'm in such a frustrated mood, but I assure you it isn't them. Perhaps I'm feeling a bit of cabin fever and need to spend more time out and about in the city…?” The last bit is mostly Alastor's own suggestion to himself. "Perhaps too much time in the hotel..?" He continues wondering aloud.
Angel just rolls his eyes and sighs, rubbing his forehead with a free hand a moment.
“You get them presents! And do things for them without ever asking for a deal!” Angel tries again, holding up a third finger, but Alastor just shakes his head.
“I won't deny I do that, but I fail to see the connection between that behavior and them supposedly being my lover.” Alastor shakes his head, finding Angel's arguments far too easy to poke holes into.
Angel thinks he's about to scream with how absolutely daft this guy was in regards to his emotions apparently.
“You let them in your radio station, even when you're broadcasting, have picnics in your freaky weird swamp thing in your room, smile so much brighter as soon as you catch sight of them! You obviously have a big fat crush on them!” Angel almost shouts, standing and throwing all four arms up in absolute and utter exasperation.
"Am I fucking crazy or what? I can't be the only one who sees this?!" Angel sighs heavily as he turns to Husk who shakes his head.
"I'm not getting involved in this." Is all Husk says, although he stays close to Angel, as if to protect him should something go wrong.
“...None of that is something you would only do with a lover and not a friend.” Is all Alastor says through his smile. Not a denial of any of those actions, he has done all of those things. But he still thinks Angel is jumping to some rather far fetched conclusions.
Husk just knows Angel is right, but knows there's no way of convincing the guy unless it hits him right in the face, and Husk knows something you feel over a crush that you don't with a friend.
Jealousy.
“I don't even know why you're bothering trying to set them up Angel. They already have a hot date this weekend anyway so what does it matter if he has a crush on them or not?” Husk says so casually, it comes across like it could only be true. He curses at himself in his head for saying he wouldn't get involved and then immediately doing so before Angel Dust could upset Alastor.
There's a loud pop of static that sounds off from Alastor's direction, and Husk thinks he's right on the edge of making him realize.
“No kiddin’? Man. That blows Smiles. Sorry.” Angel blinks, slumping a bit before sitting back down and drinking. “Huh. I wonder if that's why they asked me for outfit advice the other day? Said they really wanted to wow someone.” Angel taps his glass as he thinks, having absolutely no idea if Husk is lying, but playing along anyway.
“How’d they ask them out anyway?” Angel asks curiously, because if it's true he does want to know, and if it isn't he's sure the answer will rile Alastor up anyway.
“Some newbie sinner approached them while they were grabbing a snack from that bakery they like, and said something about having a crush on them and asked them out to some jazz show or something, I don't remember. They seemed pretty excited.” Husk says as he refills Angel's drink now. However Alastor's drink just shatters in his hand at this information and he just looks down in surprise.
He hadn't been holding it that tight, had he? He looks equally confused and irritated at the mess of glass and rye on the bar top and in his hands. But why was he upset? He was never upset whenever Rosie got a new husband. He couldn't actually be jealous could he? Just the very idea makes him want to scoff. He doesn't get jelaous. But the image of you on some date with some pathetic unworthy creature as you laughed at their jokes and leaned in closer, hand gently on their arm as you pressed your lips against thei-
He's standing up, letting out a deep breath to calm himself, clearly upset as he let his thoughts run away from him. He turns to look at the two there and sees them looking quite scared, and covering their ears. Oh. His static was exceptionally loud right now, wasn't it? He quickly fixes that and adjusts his jacket with tight hands. He doesn't even bother to think of an excuse as he melts into the shadows, appearing in the bog in his room, pacing rapidly.
“Surely…not?” He asks himself aloud as he paces amongst the trees, allowing himself to feel the full panic and upset now that he was behind closed doors. He's rubbing his chin as he thinks, trying to logically figure this out.
“Why do I care if they date someone?” He asks himself, gripping his head as if it hurts from trying to figure out this riddle. He thinks his head actually is starting to hurt, since the answer was beginning to dawn on him, and it was terrifyingly uncharted territory. “No, no. Impossible. I'm confused. Perhaps I'm ill?” He suggests, taking his hands down, bringing one hand up to feel his forehead.
“....That excuse sounds absolutely pathetic.” He grits out, fist swinging and demolishing a tree in his way. But it doesn't make him feel any better. Doesn't make him feel any more in control. The more he thinks about it the more he realizes that on the surface, his interactions with you and Rosie are a little different.
When he gets Rosie presents it's just a simple “Here you are dear! I thought of you!” And then they share a laugh as she thanks him. But when he gives you a present, he waits eagerly, eyes scrutinizing every aspect of your being as you open it. His posture is stiff but practiced as he awaits your reaction, only relaxing when he sees the ecstatic smile on your face as you begin to thank him.
He doesn't mind Rosie touching him, and in fact on some days actually quite enjoys it. But with you he wants it, moves instinctively towards your touch instead of away.
Fuck. That stupid spider was right, he realized with a swell of panic and fear at this new unknown variable.
He…loves you? It still didn't sound right, but the more he thought about it the more he realizes it could only unfortunately be true. When had you wrapped him around your little finger so tightly? And how hadn't he realized?!
He's even more upset now at how far gone he was on you without realizing. The radio demon has a weakness. Even just thinking the phrase makes the sensation of bile rise in his throat and he has to sit down a moment to collect himself again.
His entire body is stiff and agitated as he tries to come to terms with this. Until he hears a knock on his door.
“Alastor? Are you in there? It's me. Husk said you seemed like you were in a sour mood. So I thought I would come check on you. Can I come in?” Your voice rings through the door crystal clear and he sucks in a breath and pays attention to his reactions now.
His stiff muscles began to relax and soften, the frustration that was so unbearable he had begun tearing apart trees seemed so…distant now. Surely an over exaggeration to lose his cool like that. He sighs and looks down.
Angel had been right.
But…now that he knows…all he needs to do now is get you wrapped just as tightly around his finger as he was around yours. There is no danger of feeling jealousy or rejection or heartbreak or of him possibly being controlled by you or anything of the sort if he ensures you fall for him as splendidly as he has apparently fallen for you.
With that in mind he stands now, ready to face you with this new knowledge. He's dusting himself off and then opening his door, smiling at you in the typically charming way he knows had a tendency to make people swoon when he was alive, and even now in death. Just because he hadn't had an interest in dating didn't mean he didn't know how to charm someone.
“How kind to come check on me.” He drawls almost sweetly as he snatches your hand as gently as possible before bringing it to his lips, eyes half-lidded as he peers at you, studying your expression. He feels confident from the sound of the slight intake of your breath and the small flush of red dusting your cheeks that he very well still has a chance to edge out any competition for your affections.
“Well now my dear I'm in a much less sour mood now that I have such exquisite company. If you're not too tired I would love to know what's captured your time so much these past few days. Come on in.” His smile is charming, a predator seeming to eye his unaware prey as he opens the door further to let you in, your eager smile mollifying him for the moment.
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okay just because we were talking about this - how do you think an asl reunion at alabasta would look like?
i hope its ok that i took this as an excuse to write an au no one asked for :')
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A lot of the problems in Ace’s young life—most of them, if he was being honest—could be attributed to the shitty choices that adults around him made.
When Bluejam grabbed Luffy by the scruff, the business end of a pistol jammed painfully into the nape of his neck, he was talking a bunch of shit about how Sabo’s dad ripped him off. He was paid to kill Ace and Luffy but he’d been short-changed, and for a man who seemed to think he was entitled to a certain lot in life, it rankled.
“But that noble brat doesn’t make a bad ransom,” the man said, shaking a weepy Luffy in one meaty hand to shut him up, like Ace’s baby brother was nothing but a piece of dirty laundry. “If his family won’t buy him back, I’m sure someone will.”
Ace’s blood turned to ice in his veins. Whatever time Ace didn’t spend in the jungle he spent in the gutters and outskirts of the city, where every unwanted, street-sharpened child knew the risk a certain kind of stranger brought with them.
If Sabo ended up with a slaver, Ace would never get his brother back. Pieces of him, maybe. But not the same golden boy he was right now. Not the brave, proud, secretly soft-hearted person Ace loved so much. He’d come back different if he came back at all.
He had to compartmentalize. He couldn’t act rashly until he had Luffy back. His mind raced frantically, but he made sure it didn’t show on his face. He snatched Luffy up when Bluejam finally let him go and made his own body a wall between his brother and the men who had no compunctions about hurting him to prove a point.
They were left to spread gasoline throughout the terminal, while the pirates made their way back down to the beach. Not one of them lingered to make sure Ace and Luffy did as they were told, and Ace should have wondered about that. Should have wondered why they were making themselves scarce, why the city gates were barred, what all those fuel canisters are for, but his thoughts were too full of other things.
That was why, the second the coast was clear, he tossed his gasoline drum aside and seized Luffy by the arms. He stooped to look right into his eyes, trying to ignore the way his chest panged at how wide and red they were.
“I have to go get Sabo,” he said firmly. “You have to stay here.”
“Let me come!” Luffy cried immediately, predictably. “Don’t leave me behind!”
“It’ll be faster if you wait,” Ace snapped, because he didn’t want to say that Luffy was going nowhere near any ship bound for the slave market, because then he would have to explain why. Even without the Fruit that made him a special novelty in the Blues, Luffy would be snatched up by evil hands in a heartbeat. “You’re too little, you’ll just slow me down,” he said instead.
It wasn’t nice, and when Ace had time later, he would feel bad about the way Luffy’s lip trembled. But for now, it was important that he got his point across. Every second he lingered was another inch ahead Bluejam’s crew got. Ace’s world would literally end if their ship left port without him.
So he gave Luffy’s shoulders a push that propelled him back a step. Then he pointed in the direction of the treeline. He made his face mean and forbidding.
“I mean it, Luffy,” he said. “Go wait for me at home.”
Luffy finally tucked his chin in a miserable little nod. Ace gentled despite himself and reached out because there were two people he would always reach out for and one of them was right in front of him.
He flicked the brim of Luffy’s hat up enough that it fell off his head, and then ruffled his hair. A gesture so familiar and well-practiced it was like muscle memory to him now. Luffy didn’t smile, but it kept the tears at bay for a bit longer, and Ace left him with another firm point back at the jungle.
Ace was a child, doing his best to keep his tiny family together. He had a half-formed plan that he would sneak about Bluejam’s ship and find Sabo wherever he was and they would fight their way out and escape together and reunite with Luffy in time for a midnight dinner. He was a pragmatic youth, and was made wiser by the world than any ten-year-old should have been, but he was still only ten years old. He couldn’t have guessed what was going to happen.
He would piece it together later—that Bluejam had been commissioned by the kingdom to make sure the Gray Terminal burned down, a noble title he planned to come back to collect once he had auctioned off Outlook’s eldest son to the highest bidder—that Ace had chased after one brother and left the other alone in a place that was about to go up in flames.
When he climbed aboard the Blood Batako, he didn’t realize it would be the last time he saw Dawn Island for almost half a year.
He didn’t realize that Luffy would wait for him right there where Ace left him, even as the fire spread into walls of flames much taller than a scrawny seven year old—frightened and crying, little hands bunched in the front of his own shirt as he choked for each breath in the thick, acrid smoke. That Dadan would find him there and haul him away kicking weakly but not screaming, because there wasn’t enough oxygen left in his body to scream. That the asphyxiation, not the fire, is what nearly killed Luffy that night. That he would spend the next week in Foosha Village tended to by their only doctor and wake up with some of his memory intact, but not all. That he would recognize Makino, but wouldn’t know Dadan.
Ace had no way of knowing, when he and Sabo finally made their way home, well-traveled at the tender young age of freshly eleven, and relieved to see journey’s end for the time being, and looking forward to reuniting with a certain crybaby who had probably been miserable cooped up in Dadan’s country or at Party’s Bar without them, that Luffy will have been gone for months by then.
“A cruise ship docked further up the island,” Makino says fretfully, “and a little boy who worked in the kitchens came down here to play because he said he didn’t like the way the kingdom smelled. He and Luffy were fast friends. I had no idea Luffy was planning to leave with him until I found the note he left in his room, and by then they were long gone.”
It’s a good thing Sabo is there, because Ace’s head is just a roar of white noise. Sabo is the one who chokes out, “But—what—did—did you call Gramps? What did he say? Is he going to find him?”
“I don’t have his direct line. I’ve left a dozen messages with his office, but you know how he is,” Makino says, forgetting that they don’t, actually. “He hardly remembers that he has an office. And the number Dadan has for him is no good.”
“Why would Luffy wander off like that?” Sabo says, progressively getting louder. “Why wasn’t someone watching him?”
“He’s just been so restless since the fire,” Makino replies. “There wasn’t anything keeping him here anymore, and it seemed like he just needed one good excuse to leave.”
Sabo looks as gutted by that as Ace probably feels, hurt and confusion racing their way across his face. And Ace finally makes his contribution, in the form of a choked, “What do you mean?” which is when Makino realizes there’s something they still don’t know.
She sits them both down at a table and holds one of each of their hands in hers, and gently explains that while they were gone, the world as they knew it had changed forever, and the happy little boy who always ran to catch up to them wasn’t running after them anymore.
———
Ace still forms the Spades, and Sabo still falls in with the Revolutionary Army, and the only reason they don’t sail together the way they promised when they were young is because the ocean is awfully big. They have a lot of square footage to cover, and splitting up is the only way they could even hope to cover it all.
It doesn’t occur to either of them to give up at any point. As Sabo climbs ranks, as Ace gathers a crew, both their bounties increasing every day, they continue to search faithfully. Either they’ll find him one day, or they’ll simply spend the rest of their lives looking.
Masked Deuce says, “What about the cruise ship he left on? Did you track it down?”
“Boarded by pirates that same year,” Ace replies. “According to the official report, it sank in a storm.”
The loaded silence says everything Masked Deuce will not say. Ace doesn’t care what someone who has never met Luffy thinks about his odds of survival at sea. If Deuce knew Luffy, he would understand. Since he doesn’t, Ace’s first mate can believe his captain is delusional all he likes as long as it doesn’t keep him from doing his job.
Deuce turns out to be a better friend than Ace deserves. One day when Ace leaves his crew to party with some locals and sets off into town to distribute flyers and put his ear to the ground, he hears someone rumble something under their breath about a hopeless cause. He doesn’t even have time to turn around before Deuce has seemingly teleported across the bar and knocked the dissenter out cold.
“Anyone who shares his opinion is free to get their shit and leave,” he says calmly.
The only voices that rise up are ones who sound very offended that Deuce would lump them in with that guy, and Ace refuses to look as touched as he feels.
When he hears word of Red-Hair Shanks in nearby waters, he tracks the man down to a wintery island and leads his crew up a small mountain to meet him. In part, he wants to thank this man who saved his little brother all those years ago. But also…
“I heard about the fire,” Shanks said grimly. “And Makino kept me updated about little Anchor until he disappeared. I’ve got eyes out looking, too, Ace. The world is big, but not so big that we’ll never find him.”
It’s a relief to know that Luffy is so loved, that more than just his brothers care if he’s ever found. But in true Luffy fashion, he explodes onto the scene when he’s good and ready.
Ace is woken up by Deuce kicking the door of the captain’s quarters off its hinges and shoving a crinkled Wanted poster into Ace’s bleary face so that a toothy, stretching smile is the first thing he sees.
He accidentally sets half the room on fire, a slip-up the likes of which hasn’t happened since the first week after he ate his Fruit, and there’s a lot of screaming, and someone shoves a baby Den-Den at him so he can call Sabo. From the way his nakama were carrying on, you would think it was their long-lost brother in the paper.
“I was about to call,” Sabo says breathlessly in lieu of a hello after only barely half a ring. “You saw it?”
“I saw,” Ace replies. The newspaper is rattling noisily in his hands but he can’t get them to stop shaking. “He took down Arlong Park. There are all these witness statements from the villagers. They’re saying he did it all for his friend.”
“If anyone even thinks about coming for his bounty, I’m killing everyone on the Grand Line and then myself,” Sabo says. It takes knowing him as well as Ace knows him to be able to tell over the phone that he’s crying buckets.
“Get in line,” Ace says. If anyone so much as looks at Luffy wrong he’s burning this goddamn planet down. He can’t tear his eyes away from the poster for more than a few seconds at a time. At the urchin grin, the pencil-mark curve of a scar, this bright young man he’s never met who is so, so familiar.
“They’re calling him Straw Hat Luffy,” Deuce says. He’s a pillar of serenity in a sea of absolute chaos, leaning on Ace’s shoulder to read with him. There’s a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Now I’ll finally get to meet him.”
Which turns out to be easier said than done, because Luffy and his merry band of lunatics won’t seem to stay in one fucking spot for longer than an hour. It takes weeks to finally track that cute little caravel down to a summer island about halfway through the Grand Line, and by that time Sabo has taken a leave of absence from the Army to join him. They’re close now. They’re so close.
Wait for me, Ace would beg him if he could, wondering if this was how Luffy felt all those times his big brothers ran ahead and left him behind.
———
Ace never knew how heavy a heart could be when he was a child, a half-feral, angry, touch-starved thing. But now his heart is full—now it bursts at the seams, spills through his ribcage, until there’s no part of him that isn’t touched by it—and it’s the heaviest thing he’s ever carried.
A precious burden. He’s twice the man he would have been without it. He will never, not one time in his life ever, entertain the idea of putting it down.
But gods, Ace thinks, it would be easier, so much easier, to rip the stupid thing out of his chest and walk around a hollow shell of someone once-loved than it would be to stand here for one more minute and look down at his baby brother looking up at him like he’s a total stranger.
“Who’s this guy?” a blond man behind Luffy mutters. With the touseled hair hanging in an artful curtain over half his face and the cigarette between his teeth and the well-cut linen suit that makes it very clear he never skips leg day, blondie gives off an air of Do Not Fuck With Me just by breathing in a way that reminds Ace of Sabo at that age.
The swordsman beside him, called Roronoa Zoro on his bounty poster, is scowling outright, gray eyes sharp, ready at any moment to leap over Luffy like a faithful hound and dig into Ace with his teeth the second he presents as danger.
It makes Ace feel kind of nostalgic, like he’s looking at an old photo of himself.
He tries to focus on the nostalgic feeling, because all the rest of his brain is drowning in guilt and grief.
Somehow, he wasn’t prepared for this moment. Years of searching, nearly half his life, and he’s finally standing in front of the person whose absence tore a hole clean out of his whole future, and he has no idea what to say.
You look well, springs to mind, because Luffy does. His hair and skin and eyes are all different shades of brown that gleam with good health under the desert sun. He’s still skinny, but not in the waifish, underfed way of all the Gray Terminal kids. He looks like he’s been eating well. It settles something in Ace’s heart in the one tiny corner of it that isn’t breaking.
I should have been there, is the next-most immediate thought, and it almost takes Ace’s knees out from under him. He should have been there to make sure Luffy ate well. He should have been there to save him from the fire, to help him recover from the smoke sickness, to hold him when he cried in his sleep and to take his hand when he wandered aimlessly around the village with no one to play with and nothing to look forward to.
I’m sorry I left you, is what it boils down to, what Ace has held close and carved into his heart over the years, hating himself, hating the child he was who thought he knew better, who thought he could conquer everything without losing anything. I never should have left you.
But Luffy doesn’t know him from any other person in this busy marketplace, his head tilting to one side like a curious little bird’s, and Ace can’t think of anything to say to him that he’ll understand.
He needs Sabo. He’s about to become a walking fire hazard, and he’s about to mess this whole thing up, this reunion that was almost a decade in the making. Luffy’s two friends are eyeing him with mounting suspicion the longer he stands there and stares at their captain, every line of their body still the way a predator’s body stills in preparation for a pounce. Luffy, for his part, is still engaged, but only barely. His interest is slipping away—there are too many sights and smells and things bustling all around for him to want to stand still for a gawking stranger that doesn’t even have anything exciting to say.
His little brother. Crybaby Luffy. The boy who crawled under Ace’s blanket when their treehouse quaked in a storm, who held Sabo’s hand when they stayed out too late and walked home through the jungle in the dark. He’s a pirate now, a Wanted person, with a crew and a ship all his own, and he got this far without them. The last time Ace saw him was that last night in the Gray Terminal, when Ace was being mean on purpose to make sure Luffy stayed away from certain danger.
It occurs to Ace, for the very first time, that Luffy doesn't need him anymore. That tiny seven year old grew up.
“I saw you in the paper,” he finally says, making a concentrated effort to sound like a human being. “You’re pretty cool.”
Luffy brightens immediately. “Yeah? Are you a pirate, too?”
“I am. Made a promise to my brothers when I was a kid that we’d sail the seas together one day.”
“Wow!” Luffy says, suitably impressed. “We made a promise like that, too.” He loops both his arms through one of Blondie’s and one of Roronoa’s. “We decided way back when we were little that we were gonna stick together and become the pirate king, and the greatest swordsman, and the man who discovers All Blue!”
So one of his two guard dogs must be the little kitchen boy from The Orbit who spirited Luffy away from Foosha. The other must have come along not much later if they were all children together. Ace wants to hear the story so badly he has to clench his jaw to keep from asking. He wants to hear about everything.
Instead, ignoring the way Roronoa’s hand closes around the hilt of one of his swords, Ace reaches out and flicks the brim of Luffy’s hat so that it slips backwards off his head. Luffy squawks, and tries to free his arms in time to catch it, and then freezes in place at the touch to his hair.
Ace ruffles it fondly, muscle memory that hasn’t corroded even after a decade, and says what he should have said the first time that sunshine child in a worn straw hat shared a wild, impossible wish;
“I hope I’m there to see it when all those dreams of yours come true.”
If he had stayed a second longer, he would have seen the way Luffy mirrored Ace’s touch with his own fingers, frozen in place.
Instead, Ace has officially reached his emotional threshold, and formally retreats to find his twin. They take turns being the stable one and Ace is calling dibs on being a basket case for the next month. Masked Deuce is just going to have to deal.
Sabo got back to their meeting spot first, an outdoor table outside a tavern that hasn’t yet opened for the day, and already has their map rolled out and pinned down at the corners by various junk from their luggage. He’s marking something down and calls over a distracted hello, and Ace bleakly replies, “I found him.”
His tone is all wrong for the remarkably momentous occasion he’s announcing, so it’s not really Sabo’s fault that it doesn’t click right away. Sabo says, “Found who?” and Ace just looks at him with all his helplessness and weariness plain on his face, and Sabo drags an ink mark all across Sandy Island on the map as he whirls around and says, “You found him?”
“It’s not going to be how we thought,” Ace says, trying to manage his brother’s expectations. They share everything, but Ace would keep this heartbreak to himself if he knew how. “It’s—I think we took too long.”
“What do you mean?” Sabo asks, hands clenching into fists and unclenching. The fountain pen is dripping ink, ruining the fine leather of his left glove.
“He didn’t know me. I knew he wouldn’t, not really, but he—he didn’t recognize me at all,” Ace tries to explain. He feels stupid and childish and ungrateful, but really he just has no idea what to do. Luffy doesn’t know him and doesn’t need him and how is he supposed to fill a place in that kid’s life that doesn’t exist anymore? “We’ll have to—to start over from scratch, but how? How are we supposed to make someone like Luffy care about people like us? He’s sunshine personified, and deserves to have everything he wants and the best this shitty world has to offer, and we’re just—two selfish idiots who couldn’t even take care of one little kid between the two of us.” The awful truth, delivered quietly: “Luffy doesn’t need us anymore. I can’t see why he’d want us around now.”
Sabo is watching him like something carved from marble. Ace would never tell him, because it would hurt his feelings in a way nothing else ever could, but there are times when Sabo looks every bit the nobleman his biological family wanted him to be. The line of his jaw and the fall of his hair and his deep set eyes are regal, especially when he’s focused, when he’s working through a problem, when he’s the last sane voice in a room and he’s waiting for the morons wasting his time to run out of breath.
And then his eyes flicker past Ace’s shoulder, and his expression transforms. The breath leaves him in a rush like it was punched out of him, his lips parting, blue eyes widening in a way that seems to shave whole years from his face.
Something causes him, impossibly, incongruously, to smile.
“Would you put money on that?” he asks.
“What? Yes,” Ace says, thrown off by the inappropriate lightness of his tone. He feels himself start to bristle defensively. “Are you even paying attention?”
“One of us has to,” Sabo says, only smiling wider, and Ace feels sparks falling off his fingers in sheer aggravation as he turns around to see what is so—
He has three seconds at most to take in the sight of Luffy hurtling up the hill at top speed. It’s been years and years, but three seconds is all he needs. His arms remember how to reach out and catch him.
“I waited where you left me, but you never came back!” Luffy shouts. “You can’t be mad! I waited and waited, and then I went out to find you instead! I didn’t remember you but I had to find you! I still don’t—I still don’t know some things—but I know it’s your fault for taking too long!”
Sabo lurches over and Luffy’s rubbery hug wraps around them both and Ace is too shell-shocked by the last minute to do anything but hug back.
Luffy shoves his face in Ace’s shoulder, and there’s a hot, wet smear of tears there. It gives away that Straw Hat Luffy, the pirate captain worth thirty million berries, is maybe not as grown-up as Ace had initially feared.
Sabo presses his face against the crown of Luffy’s head, too overcome to do anything but hold him. The regal young man from moments ago is long gone. The one standing here with them is that street-rat from Dawn who knew the best places to steal food from, who always made sure they never went hungry, who once shrugged off his fine winter coat at the market and traded it to a vendor for a pair of sturdy boots for Ace and thick woolen mittens for Luffy. He had shivered all the way home, where there was an extra coat in the treehouse he could use, until Luffy had the bright idea that they should all bundle into Ace’s oversized cloak together for warmth and whined until Ace agreed just to shut him up. That had been the most annoying hike up Mount Colubo in history. It’s a memory that Ace cherishes beyond reason.
Ace whispers, “Of course I’m not mad, Lu.” It’s been ages since he was that hostile, hateful little thing who would take a bite out of anything that dared to show its soft underbelly to him. He presses as close as he can, cheek to cheek with this piece of his family that’s gone missing for far too long, and adds, “You’ve never been obedient a day in your life. If I expected anything different, that’s on me.”
Luffy laughs, and it’s snotty and choked and pure music to Ace’s ears. The kid worms closer, makes himself smaller, and lets himself be held.
He doesn’t need his brothers. His shoulders are broad, and his arms are solid and strong. He’s already made a name for himself, and even now those two friends of his are lingering watchfully further down the road—far enough away to give the respectful illusion of privacy, near enough to make Ace and Sabo’s day a living hell if they try anything fishy. It’s probably been a long time since he’s needed someone to hold his hand or carry him home.
But if, by some insane, undeserved miracle, Luffy still wants them…
It’s enough. It’s more than enough. It’s more than Ace has had in ten years.
What one piece? he thinks, arms full and aching. I’ve got it all right here.
#one piece#op#opfic#asl bros#portgas d ace#revolutionary sabo#monkey d luffy#my writing#prompt#wizardmafianinjapirate
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The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known
Or: Does Morpheus really have commitment issues?
[Bear with me, I’ll get to this panel 🤣]
I’ve read many times that Morpheus supposedly has commitment issues, and it always has me scratching my head a bit…
I personally rather think he is desperate to commit. He so badly craves a serious relationship that he is prone to rush into it and build it on wonky foundations, but he has certainly no commitment issues as we would commonly understand them.
Is it in his nature though to be truly seen and understood when he is [a] Dream? And can dreams ever last? These are the much more interesting questions in my view. Let’s have a look at the romantic relationships we know of…
Killalla: Walked out on him. That wasn’t his lack of commitment. If anything, he came on a bit strong while she was still assessing her feelings for him.
Alianora: He fully committed to her despite basically being bullied into it by Desire. And they were happy for “a goodly while”. For those in doubt: “Goodly” doesn’t mean “a bit”. It means “great, large, long.” And the fact that Alianora couldn’t go back to her own plane because she had stayed in the Dreaming too long corroborates that they were together for a long time. Probably longer than any human relationship ever lasts, because I doubt “a long time” means “a couple of years” for someone who is 12 billion years old.
And now I’ll sandwich the relationship we hardly know anything about between some random (?) panels to also make a point why I think it might sit here in the timeline…
Titania: Who knows. Sounded like an affair, and as if they both had no intention of committing. He was clearly very fond of her though, and I can never shake the feeling that we should look a bit deeper into AMND and find the parallels between Auberon, Titania (not hard, and they are pretty much pictured as estranged) and Bottom. There are many ways to get confused with a jackass, you know? 🤣 Plus, Bottom is the one who gets to play Pyramus in “Pyramus and Thisbe”. That’s the ultimate blueprint for “Romeo and Juliet”: Ill-fated love of catastrophic proportions, people are dead by the end of it. That’s why I often wondered if the affair with Titania was actually pre-Nada, and the inspiration for Shakespeare wasn’t random (it wasn’t random for The Tempest either). I mean, it wasn’t random anyway because it was a parting gift, but I also don’t think it was entirely random with regard to their relationship. Wild head-canon of course, but maybe not that wild (he also says that Wendel’s Mound was already a theatre before humans walked the earth, so there’s that)? And even if he wasn’t committed (we quite frankly don’t know if he intended to but she didn’t or couldn’t), she and the Fae meant enough to him to give them a play as a parting gift.
Nada: Killed herself after one night, but that wasn’t down to lack of commitment on his part. Again: If anything, he came on far too strong, wanted to be with her and was far too pushy about it.
Calliope: We don’t know how long they were together before they had Orpheus. Could have been a while, could have been only a shortish time. But even if we assumed they had him fairly quickly—they were still together when Orpheus, who was mortal, got married to Eurydice, so even if he got married young, we’re still talking something in the realm of +/- 20 years, and that’s the absolute low-ball-estimate. And while they had started to drift apart (considering what we know from Calliope), they were still on good terms and had no intention of splitting up until the whole Orpheus drama caused a rift they couldn’t mend. Again: That’s not someone who has commitment issues. It’s a relationship breaking down over hurt, stubbornness and grief.
Thessaly: Again, she was the one who left him and caused his dramatic interlude in the rain. Were they ill suited? Yes. Did she feel neglected and went into a strop over it? Yes. Did he not get that she felt neglected? Also yes, but that’s not lack of commitment. That’s his not getting that people aren’t mind readers (must be hard if you’re probably one yourself 🤣) and, by and large, need assurances of love. He doesn’t get that these women don’t understand they have his love; he can’t grasp that line of thinking because it is all so clear to him when he loves someone: They have him, what’s the issue? Is that a not so great way of (not) communicating when you’re having a relationship to someone? Absolutely. Is it a commitment issue though? Absolutely not.
I think Morpheus doesn’t really have commitment issues in romantic relationships—wouldn’t that almost be antithetical to his nature? Rules and responsibilities. Yeah, about that one…
What I do think is that he struggles with the mortifying ordeal of being (not) known by his lovers. Because how could he? He is Dream. That is his problem. Dreams cannot be fully known or understood. He is very eloquent but at the same time a very… confusing communicator. I don’t want to say “bad”, because I feel that’s not getting to the bottom of it. Again, it is the nature of dreams to be confusing and strange, open to (mis)interpretation, hard to grasp and understand. And they also stop being dreams once they become real. All of that is true and hence makes relationships both hard for him and those involved. Is he truly not willing to commit though?
I still find that hard to believe…
#the sandman#sandman#dream of the endless#morpheus#sandman meta#calliope sandman#nada sandman#Alianora sandman#Thessaly#Titania sandman#Killalla of the glow#sandman bookclub#a midsummer night's dream#queue
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hellooooo!! can i request some nervous first date fluff with remus? maybe y/n and him have liked each other for ever and they’re finally going on a date and they’re both freaking out a little bit and there’s a lot of cute fluffy moments. only if ya want!! thank you!
this ended up more as the precursor to the date because the though made me giggle
remus lupin x fem!reader
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"Mate, you need to calm down," James groaned, hanging off his mattress upside down.
"I am calm," Remus replied far too quickly. "I just..."
"You're losing it," Sirius supplied with a smirk. "Seriously, Moons, it's just a date."
"With Y/N!" Remus defended, letting Sirius adjust his shirt collar. "What if I screw up or act weird and she never wants to speak to me again?"
"She already knows you're a werewolf, Moony. I doubt she'll run after finding out you like to crochet," James laughed.
Remus, however, didn't find it so funny. "You don't get it. You've been dating Lily for like two years already. Plus, you always dated around before then. I don't do this."
"Don't pay him any mind," Sirius sighed, patting his shoulder. "You'll kill it. Now, go on before she changes her mind."
Remus's eyes widened. "You think she'd do that?"
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You paced around your room, having been ready for the past hour. Marlene and Mary were just about finished with your stressing, both having given you several pep-talks that didn't seem to help all that much. You gasped when there was a knock at the door at long last, looking at your friends.
"You gonna open that?" Marlene smirked.
"It's probably him," you whisper back.
"Hence why you should open it," Mary snorted a laugh, raising a brow at you. "Quickly, before he decides to back out."
They'd never seen you so nervous. "You think he'd do that?"
You smoothed your hair, grabbed your bag, and opened the door. Remus was a sight. He wore a nice sweater with a crisp shirt underneath, and the faintest blush on his cheeks. You smiled nervously at the boy.
"Hey."
He let out a small breath. "Hi. You look... lovely."
"So do you."
He smiled a little, fiddling with his hands. "Um..."
"So... where are we going?" you asked with wide eyes.
"I thought maybe we'd visit Hogsmeade."
You chuckled softly. "I knew that part. I mean like where?"
"Oh," he laughed nervously. "I thought we could go browse a few stores, maybe get some sweets at Honeydukes. Then probably the Three Broomsticks. Unless you wanted to go to Madame⎻"
"No," you cut him off, shaking your head. "No, thanks. We'd be drowning in that horrible perfume smell."
He smiled, his cheeks a little pink. "Yeah. That's what I was thinking."
"Aren't you two just made for each other," Marlene joked, a smirk on her face.
You turned with wide eyes, shaking your head at her, then looked back at Remus. "Sorry about her."
"I live with James Potter. No need to apologize."
You laughed, your cheeks heating up a bit. "Right."
He merely smiled at you for a minute, looking at your face with stars in his eyes. He sucked in a breath, seemingly snapping out of it.
"Shall we go?"
You nod. "I'd love to."
#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x fem!reader#remus lupin drabble#remus lupin fic#remus lupin fanfiction#remus lupin fluff#marauders#marauders drabble#luna still hates jk
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Day 5: When they want a romantic night, and instead you’re obsessing over a fictional character; jealousy jealousy <3
Part of the Love, Amour, Aur Pyaar drabble series for February! (lol)
Word count: 0.8k, 0.7k, 0.9k, 0.7k, 0.8k, 0.6k, 0.9k (respectively, for a total of ~5.8k) again, wayyyyy too long :(
Content and Warnings: soft yandere (though can be read as not yandere, for most of them), love, jealousy, SPOILERS FOR JJK AND SNK (though I think everyone knows about the current state of jujutsu kaisen and shingeki no kyojin finished ages ago now), insecurity, threats from Y/n, Hoseok's section gets spicy, mature 18+ content, baby talk in Hoseok's, grinding, gn reader for most of them except Hoseok's where reader is very vaguely implied to be afab, kissing, throwing pillows, implied cosplay sex (?) for Namjoon, lingerie in Namjoon's, isolation from loved ones, UNEDITED (I thought this day would be pretty tame, but with with this big paragraph, maybe it isn't?)
Author's note: Beep beep boop. Beep boop beep. Beep boop. Boop beep beep. Boop. Boop beep boop. Boop beep boop beep beep. Boop beep boop. Boop boop. ...Enjoy!
Seokjin (ft. Levi Ackerman from snk):
“It isn’t fair, you know, the fact that he had to go through so much. He was humanity’s strongest but really he was just an abused boy who did the best he could. He deserved so much better. I mean, at least he didn’t die. God knows that Hajime Isayama loves to kill all his characters.”
Seokjin just gritted his teeth, keeping his eyes locked with the wall.
“But like, still, considering everything, if one person deserved a true happy ending it was him.” You waved around your hand like a professor emphasizing the point they were trying to make as the other flipped through the pages of the manga you’d been talking about for the past fifteen minutes.
“Like, at least most of the other characters from Paradis had somewhat normal childhoods. They had some sort of happy memories, but Levi never got to have that joy. Everything in his life, when he would begin to cherish them, would get snatched from him! Petra, Gunther, Eld, Oluo, Furlan, Isabel, Erwin—all taken from him!” You pouted as you gazed down at Levi’s bandaged face, your frown only deepening at the sight of his missing fingers.
In a hushed voice, you said, “if I were Isayama, I’d have given him the best ending possible.” Then you let out a sigh before moving on from the sad page of Levi’s injuries. “But then again, Isayama barely gives anyone a happy ending, so the fact that Levi even survives is a miracle,” you mumbled near the end.
Jin just hummed, refusing to give you any proper response.
Just how many times do you need to discuss Levi when he’s right there in front of you? Quite rude of you to be talking about some other man in his thirties when your boyfriend has been sitting beside you for the past twenty five minutes. This should be considered cheating right? Emotional cheating, as you gush over some other guy instead of your handsome boyfriend? Seokjin sure thought so.
“You know the manga has been done for years, right?” Seokjin couldn’t bother hiding his snippy tone crossing his arms across his chest. “Maybe it’s time you get over it, and focus on more important things.”
Your brows furrowed together, looking up at him for the first time since you brought down the small stack of manga volumes from your bookshelf. You were greeted with the sight of you boyfriend sitting at the absolute far end of the couch from you, arms crossed, back straight, as he glared a hole into the wall beside the tv. He refused to look at you, even though you were sure he could feel your gaze with how he momentarily shifted in his seat.
“What’s this ‘more important thing’ I should be focusing on instead of Levi?” you asked, as you shut the book and placed it with the others on the coffee table in front of you.
Seokjin just shrugged his shoulders. “Idk, maybe your handsome boyfriend who finally had some free time today? You know, maybe him?”
His lips were downturned again, as you moved to sit right beside him.
You tried to fight back your smile by pressing a finger to your chin as if you were thinking. “But Levi doesn’t have free time today?”
Jin turned towards you so quickly, you were afraid he’d pull a muscle.
You giggled at the affronted look he gave you, mouth hanging open in disbelief.
“I’m just kidding!” you defended yourself, trying to pull his arms from his chest but failing miserably. “I’m sorry, okay? My gorgeous boyfriend is you, and I shouldn't be talking about some fictional character when he’s gotten dressed up so well for me. Isn’t that right?”
You managed to pull his arms away from his chest to give you a view of the nice clothes he had put on specifically for you. He wore your favourite clothes today, hoping you’d fawn over him, only for you to spend the better part of the past while talking about some drawing from a book. He thought you hadn’t noticed the effort he had put into today, but hearing evidence if your absolute attention had red creeping up his neck and onto his ears.
You threw yourself into his chest, causing his arms to wrap around you to steady the two of you. You nuzzled into him for a few seconds before looking up at him with a small grin.
“I love you, you know? More than anything and anyone. And I care more about our happy ending than anyone else’s, even if it is humanity’s strongest’s.” You strained up to press a kiss against his neck which left a chill against Jin’s skin, before settling down in his lap. Pleasure coursing through you at the sight of Jin’s pleased smile from below.
His arms tightened around you before he bent down to press against your forehead. “As long as you know who matters most,” he mumbled against your skin.
Yoongi (ft. Blade from hsr):
You finished up the simulated universe world. Even though you hadn’t gotten great relics this time around, you still got to collect the weekly rewards, so you couldn’t be too mad. But you had to admit, it did sting a bit.
You switched back to the character screen after salvaging the useless relics that you obtained and checking on your stock of stellar jades. Blade stared back at you as you fussed with the relics that you had currently adorned him with and tried to level up the one promising relic you had obtained. When you ended up with defense being levelled up for the second time, you gave up on the relic, instead just salvaging it as well.
You sighed as you clicked back to Blade, seeing him stare back at you before performing his idle, bringing his sword up to his eyes, inspecting it before bringing it behind to his back as it disappeared into shiny gold.
“Bladie, Bladie, Bladie… Why is it so hard to find good relics for you…?” You rested your chin in the palm of your hm gazing lazily at your monitor.
Blade, of course, did not reply. Instead he stared right through your soul as if putting the blame right on you.
“Hmm… I was so lucky when building Kafka, but the relics just suck when I’m farming for you.”
You clicked out of the character screen and instead ran around the map with Blade, listening to NPC dialogue and fulfilling random small tasks for stellar jade. You were out of trailblaze power and had nothing of significance to do. So you just enjoyed watching Blade’s mechanics as he interacted (being pretty liberal with the definition of “interact”) with other characters and took in his visuals.
He was your favourite character when you first started playing honkai star rail, but with time you realized you should probably try and make him stronger with more elite relics. It was harder than you originally thought. And now, even after a month of only farming for Blade, you had yet to pull what would be a legendary relic for him.
As you lamented your poor luck, you failed to notice the door to your gaming room opening behind you.
Yoongi creeped up behind you, listening to the music streaming its way out of the speakers he got for your set-up on your last birthday. He wasn’t surprised to see a zoomed in view of Blade’s face on your screen when he peered over your shoulder. He had expected it as soon as he’d heard the hsr soundtrack.
He stopped behind your chair, starling you as he began to speak. “Here I was hoping to see my wonderful spouse after work today, but instead I see them on a date with some depressed guy in my own home.” He sighed for effect, placing his hands on the back of your chair as he leaned over you to look at your screen.
“Oh hush,” you told Yoongi.
“What? So I can’t even speak up when I catch you with your second boyfriend now?” He placed his chin atop your head.
You laughed a bit, jostling Yoongi around a bit. “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a date?” You finally played along.
“Not if it's between you and Blade, no it’s not. He doesn’t get to steal you away from me.” He wrapped his arms around your neck, holding you close against him almost as though he was pulling you away from Blade’s reach.
You held onto his arms as you laughed, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head. Between laughs, you said, “Stop! You’re embarrassing me in front of my date.”
“Fuck your date.” He removed his arms from around you, spinning your chair around so you faced him. “You’re going on a date with me now.”
He pulled you up and out of your chair into his arms. He pulled you right into him until not even one air molecule was in between your bodies.
“Get dressed, I’m taking you out for dinner.” He reached a hand behind your intertwined bodies and turned off your pc with a pointed click.
He was willing to entertain your interest in other men so long as they were like Blade: fictional. The day he feels your interest swerving to real men, he wouldn’t take it so lightly.
Hoseok (ft. Choso from jjk):
“Look at him being all emo but so sweet!” you cooed at the man on the screen.
Choso was speaking to Yuuji about being brothers and just being all adorable, and it was getting on Hoseok’s nerves.
“Like when you look at him, you’d think he’s gonna be all grouchy or mean, but look at him—fuck, I’d ruin him.”
Hoseok’s eye was twitching.
“Like he’s so pure? But so hot? But so loveable? But so destroyable? I’d definitely ruin him.”
Hoseok’s blood pressure was rising.
“He’d be such a good father to my kids.”
Hoseok’s patience broke. “Well too bad Choso’s not real then since you wanna date him over me so badly!”
You jumped at Hoseok’s loud proclamation. You weren’t prepared for the enraged look on your sweet boyfriend’s face. Had you gone too far?
“I wasn’t being serious, baby,” you started, speaking as softly and level as possible. “He’s just a character that I find cute.”
Hoseok scoffed, his lips pulled into a frightening, annoyed half-smirk. “Yeah, a character that you want to have sex with.”
You placed a hand on his thigh, trying to calm him down. “Babe, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Pfft, so now you feel bad? Not when you were talking about how another guy was so hot and how you want to have kids with him? And how cute you find him? Do I mean nothing to you?”
Hoseok’s leg was shaking now, falling and dropping under your palm restlessly. You tried to smooth your hands over his leg to soothe him, but it only seemed to agitate him further.
He scoffed again, not even giving you a chance to defend yourself against his accusations. “You’ve never called me ‘destroyable.’ What, do I not get that right? Do I need to put red eyeshadow around my eyes and paint a black stripe over my nose for you to think me worthy of being the father to your kids?”
You winced. You didn’t think something as harmless as a fictional crush would upset your darling boyfriend so bad, but now you could see how you’d been out of line. I mean, maybe you wouldn’t like it if Hoseok had spoken about some other person, fictional or not, like that in front of you.
You crawled over to him on the couch, straddling his thighs despite how they shook even with your weight pressing down on them. He hadn’t stopped his periodic scoffs, his eyes locked on a point to the side as he seemed to be caught within his internal dialogue. He seemed to only be making himself madder with each second.
“Baby,” you called him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I was out of line.”
Hoseok just shook his head, still not meeting your eyes.
“I was being stupid,” you continued. “Choso is pretty—”
He scoffed once again, causing you to wince. Wrong way to go about the apology, yet again. Goodness, why did you suck at apologizing?
“—But! I love you, not him. If anyone is cute, it’s you. If anyone is hot, it’s you. If there is anyone who I find loveable, it’s you. If there’s anyone that I want to destroy, it’s you. So don’t be mad, baby, he’s nobody.”
You did feel a little weird about how you had to make it clear that Choso wasn’t stealing you from your boyfriend, but you hated to see Hoseok so upset.
And it seemed like Hoseok appreciated the reassurance, because he was finally looking at you.
He watched you for a second, as you continued to massage his shoulders while sat in his lap. Hoseok could see Choso over your shoulder on the tv, and it gave him some sort of kick to know that despite him being on screen, you had your back turned to Choso. Your full attention on him, only him.
The worry on your face made contentment bubble in his chest, this is exactly how he liked you: fawning over him.
“Yeah, baby?” He asked, pulling you into him by the hips until he had his face pressed into your neck, placing small kisses on your pulse. “You like me more than him?”
You felt heat rise to your cheek as his hands slipped under your shirt, rubbing one hand on the small of your back as the other gripped at your waist, guiding you to grind against him.
“Yeah…” you managed to get out between soft gasps as he began to move you harder and faster against his hard-on.
He bit into your neck, rubbing his tongue over the teeth marks he left behind possessively. “You don’t sound all that convincing, baby.”
“I, um, I—” you gulped, overwhelmed by how quickly the situation had changed. You could feel him getting harder and harder under you. “I mean it, I only see you that way.”
Hoseok pulled away from the marks he’d sucked and bit into you. Looking up at you with a hooded gaze. “How you gonna prove it to me?”
You didn’t know what to say. Isn’t it proof enough with the way you were panting on his lap with his bulge pressing into you?
“Would you do anything to prove it to me?”
You nodded frantically at the olive branch he had extended towards you. He was giving you an out, and you would be a fool to miss it.
“Yeah, baby? You’d do anything?”
“Yes,” you purred, head falling onto his shoulder as he pulled your shirt off of you. “—do anything for you,” you said between gasps.
“Good,” he said, pressing his lips to yours, reaching down to unbuckled his belt. “Then make me a dad.”
Namjoon (ft. Nanami from jjk):
Nanami Kento was the living embodiment of a gentleman. The guy you’d bring home to your parents. The guy you’d imagine living the rest of your life with. The guy to buy you a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. The guy who’d listen to your rants about work drama, or friend drama, or family drama, any drama really.
He was perfect.
And he reminded you entirely of your boyfriend, Namjoon. The man you could always rely on, the only one who you’d brought home to your parents, the man who forwarded you real estate listings every weekend as he’d sweet talk you with the plans he had for your future together.
He was perfect.
And you needed to see Namjoon in a Nanami cosplay.
“Please, baby, pleaseeeee.” You gave him the best puppy dog eyes that you possibly could. “Please, please, please, please! I’ll do anything for you if you do this for me!” You had your hands pressed together as you begged in front of him.
He had just gotten out of the shower after a hard day of dance practice, and with just a towel covering his bottom half, he was bombarded with you and the outfit spread out on the bed.
“Please, please, please! If you do this for me, I’ll even put that lingerie set that you got me as a gag gift, just please, try it on.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him from the ensuite door, closer to the bed. He had to hold onto his towel with the other hand to prevent it from falling from how hard you were pulling him. You’d, in the time it took him to shower, spread out an off-white suit, a blue dress shirt, a set of brown suspenders, and a yellow tie with brown animal-esque spots out for him.
“Love, I do not want to get into a suit right now. I just showered.” His hair was dripping onto the clothes as he looked down at them.
“Baby! Please! It won’t be for long, I swear! I’ll get you out of it as quickly as I get you into it, promise!”
Namjoon raised an eyebrow at your words, a smug smile shining down at you. “Oh~ I see how it is. Me in this outfit, you in that skimpy lingerie—you seem to have a very precise idea in mind of how you want this to go, hmm?”
You couldn’t help the embarrassment from washing over you. You punched his shoulder lightly with a whine, before wrapping your arms around his muscular bicep, pulling yourself into his side. You pressed your cheek against his cool, damp skin as a way to hide your shame. You could feel him chuckling at just how quickly he’d seen through you.
“I wasn’t thinking of only that… I also wanted to take some pics of you in the cosplay ‘cause I thought you’d look cool in it…”
“Fucking liar,” he laughed more heartedly at your piss poor attempt of saving yourself from further humiliation.
“I swear!” you defended yourself, looking up to see his dimples smiling down at you, eyes filled with love. Your heart stopped for a second looking at the handsome man. Did you need to see him in a Nanami cosplay to have some fun? Cause right now, looking at his sparkling eyes and wide smile, you didn’t think you’d be able to give him the chance to put on the outfit before you jumped at him.
He raised a questioning eyebrow at your sudden stillness. “Not gonna beg me to indulge in your fantasies anymore?”
You shook your head before pressing your cheek back into his bicep, only for him to pull him into his chest instead. He was looking down at you with that look again. The look that reminded you of how this was the only mad you’d ever consider marrying.
“I think,” he said, swinging you around his arms a bit teasingly as he continued to look down at you with his wet hair, and glossy skin, “that I could put on this outfit despite how tired I am if you stay true to your promise of that lingerie. Think you can do it?”
You thanked God everyday for blessing you with a man who indulged you as much as Namjoon did.
“A-huh,” you replied, breathless.
“Okay, then get to it.” He gave his head a shake, causing the water from his hair to rain down onto you, making you giggle, the tension easing. “You get as long as it takes me to put on this cosplay to figure out that set of straps that they called lingerie before I come to get you myself, okay?”
Jimin (ft. Alhaitham from genshin):
“Turn it off.”
“No.”
“Turn it off.”
“No.”
“Turn it off, please?”
“No, thanks.”
“Oh, come on!” He threw his arms up before throwing himself face first onto the bed. He whined into the duvet convulsing around before rolling onto his back when you didn’t come over to him to soothe him.
“You hate me,” he said, looking at the ceiling.
“Nope.”
“You do, I know you do.”
“Nope, I do not.”
“You do, otherwise you wouldn’t be playing that stupid, partner-stealing man’s story quest.”
“Nope, it just means I like the character.”
“It means you hate me.” He shuffled up to sit beside you at the headrest of the bed. Letting his head fall onto your shoulder as he watched Alhaitham’s inexpressive face on the phone screen. Stupid, stupid man.
“Just admit it, you hate me. We might as well break up since you like this guy more than me.”
“Literally when did I say that?” you sighed, trying your best to pay attention to the plot of the quest as Jimin continued interrupting you.
“Just now.”
“When?”
“When you just said it.”
“I actually didn’t say anything, Jimin.”
“You said it in your mind and I could tell.”
“Jimin.” You turned to look at him. He was still glaring at Alhaitham. “You’re always doing too much.”
“Just admit you want to break up.” He weaseled his way from your shoulder into your lap, his head right under where you held your phone, looking up at you with fake teary eyes.
“Baby, it’s a video game.”
“It’s a declaration that you hate me and that you want to break up.”
“Jimin, if you keep saying that, I might actually think this is your way of breaking up with me.” You went back to tapping at your phone and trying your best to recount what you were meant to do next.
“I would never!” Jimin defended, burying his face into your stomach.
You relented to his whining, bringing one hand down to run through the hair on the back of his head.
He was picking at the side stitches of your shirt absentmindedly though he was still buried face first into your stomach.
You felt him mumble something into your stomach. “Hmm?”
He looked up at you, repeating what he’d said, “I’m gonna delete your account if you don’t pay attention to me now.”
“Jimin!” You turned off your phone, trying to push him away from you only for him to hold onto you tighter, resuming his position against your stomach. “I’ve spent years on that, you can’t just delete it!”
He’d followed through on these sorts of threats before, so you knew he was not just joking when he said this. “I don’t care, I’ll delete it if it gets between you and me.”
He’d deleted contacts of friends, peers, and coworkers from your phone before, but you never thought his jealousy would extend to video game personas.
“Jimin,” you stressed. “He’s just a bunch of pixels on a screen.”
“And those unfeeling pixels are stealing your attention from me.” He looked up at you with a pout that would be cute if he wasn’t being completely disagreeable once again.
“I literally spent the whole week with you, didn’t open genshin once, why can’t I just play for a few hours now? Besides, aren’t you supposed to be at work right now anyway?”
“Can’t go when my spouse is threatening to leave me.” He was kicking his feet now, clearly content with how his threats had worked. Your phone was off now and you were looking at him, speaking with him.
“Goodness, Jimin. I really don’t know what to do with you.”
“You could kiss me for a start.”
“Not after how much you’ve annoyed me today.”
“So you are breaking up with me? For a stupid fictional scholar? A scribe?”
“You know an awful lot about the man you despise so much, why is that?”
“He’s trying to steal you away from me. Successfully stealing you away from me. God forbid I did some research on the man.”
“Just for that attitude, I’m not gonna give you any kisses.”
“Okay,” he straightened out in front of you, sitting between your legs. “Then I’ll give you kisses.”
He pressed a kiss to your cheek with a goofy smile. Then your forehead. Then your other cheek. Then your nose. With each kiss, another bit of your anger subsided.
“Now you kiss me.” He puffed out his cheek, bringing it in front of your face.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You grabbed his cheeks, and turned him to face you before giving him the proper kiss he’d been craving all afternoon.
He instantly melted into you, attempting to deepen the kiss, only for you to pull away from him.
“You only get more if you promise not to delete my account.”
He huffed. “Fineeee. I promise… for now.”
You smiled, shaking your head. “I guess that’s good enough… for now.”
Taehyung (ft. Howl Pendragon from Howl’s Moving Castle):
“Do you prefer blond Howl or black-haired Howl?” You were lying down on the couch with Taehyung lying on top of you, his head resting on your chest as Howl’s Moving Castle playing. You had stopped rubbing his back when you asked him the question, though your eyes remained on Howl turning into green slime over his dyed orange hair.
Taehyung just grunted, half asleep. His arm reached behind him, forcing your arm to move up and down his back again before letting go when you’d resumed your previous ministrations.
“What do you think?” you asked him again.
He was practically asleep, maybe it wasn’t the best time to be asking him about the movie.
Just when you thought he had fallen asleep he replied, “Orange-haired.”
You laughed. “Be serious for a second.”
“I am.” His arms tightened around your back, pressing harder into you.
“Come on, you’re not being serious. Blond or black?”
With his voice heavy with sleep he said, “Black.”
You hummed at his answer. “Yeah, black hair is nice on him. But I liked him blond better.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“His actual hair colour is black. It suits him better. It’s his true self.”
You pondered. “I guess so, but I just am a sucker for his blond look. Makes him feel… I don’t know. I don’t really have an explanation, I just like it.”
Taehyung was quiet again, you turned to check if he was asleep now but instead he was looking up at you with a scowl. “Is this your way of telling me you want me to go blond again?”
You brought a hand up to cover your smile, knowing it’d only cause him to be more adamant. “No, Tae. I was just talking. People always seem to discuss which Howl version they like more. Just wanted to know what you thought.”
“Well, I think I should go blond.”
“Literally why?”
“Cause you’re thinking of some other blond man. Want you to only think of me when you think of blond.”
There he goes again. “God, Tae. Forget I said anything.”
“No no, go on about how you hate my black hair and want to see me fry my hair to be blond again.” He was now propped up over you, using his hands to keep him hovering over you. All his sleep whisked away due to the arising fight.
“I wasn’t trying to imply anything, Tae. I love you how you are, I love your black hair.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
You were getting angry. Over the past few weeks he was getting more and more accusatory. Accusing you of not loving him. Of wanting to change him. Of having ‘wandering eyes.”
You were tired.
You didn’t even want to defend yourself at this point.
“Come on, say it.”
You closed your eyes, biting at your cheek as you tried to control your frustration. The last thing you want to do is give into his taunts and turn this into a full-on verbal fight.
You opened your eyes, bringing your hands to the nape of his neck, trying to pull him back into your chest. “Baby, let’s just watch the movie.”
Tae allowed you to play with his hair as he considered whether to drop the topic. With the way you were caressing him, he really wanted to, but the nagging voice in the back of his head urged him to continue.
You watched him analyze your face for a minute or two. And you did the same for him, counting the beauty marks scattered across his beautiful face. His black hair falling into his eyes as he held himself above you. It was hard to believe that this angelic man was the one who would make day-to-day life so difficult at times.
“Can we?” you asked. You brushed his hair back from his eyes, holding his bangs back for a second before letting them fall back to their place.
His eyes flitted between yours, debating. Then he gave in, falling into your arms once again. “Fine. But I choose the next movie, and I’m gonna make sure there are no pretty blonds in it.”
Jungkook (ft. Gojo Satoru from jjk):
“Nah, I’d win!” Jungkook yelled, running away from you, ducking from the pillows you’d throw after him.
“Stop it!” You picked up the fallen pillow before resuming your chase.
“Nah, I’d win! And then—” he traced a line across his neck with a wide smile, before throwing his head to the side, tongue sticking out.
“JUNGKOOK! Stop it!” You threw the pillow at him again, but Jungkook easily dodged it, running into the kitchen.
He giggled loudly as you chased him around the kitchen island, stopping when you stopped to catch your breath but then giving you another taunt to make you chase after him again.
“What happened to your big strong boyfriend, huh? Couldn’t keep up with Sukuna now could he?” He asked with a wide toothy smile.
“Jungkook!” You called the name through your snarling teeth.
“What did you say again?” He put on the most atrocious imitation of your voice humanly possible and said, “He’s Gojo Satoru! He’s the strongest sorcerer alive! He’ll beat Sukuna easy!”
“Jungkook, I’m gonna kill you!”
“Oh, like Sukuna killed your little sassy boyfriend?”
You threw the pillow at him again, only for it to hit the Gojo figurine you had placed on your side table. You both watched it tumble onto the ground.
It was still in one piece, but seeing it on the ground made your anger flare up even further.
“Jungkook,” you sneered, turning to look at his frightened face.
He had his hands up in defeat. “I didn’t hit it, you did.”
“Jungkook,” you bit out the word, stalking towards him.
“Hey, baby, it’s fine! Look, it’s fine.” He picked up the figurine, and to be fair, it was fine. But your anger didn’t care about that now. Your anime/manga boyfriend was dead, and your actual boyfriend was being a dick about how upset you were over it.
You had picked up the pillow again, walking towards him slowly, and as you pulled your arm back to hurl it at him again with a scream, he sped off for your bedroom.
“Y/n! I’m sorry!” He didn’t seem all that sorry considering he was back to giggling again like a child as you ran after him. He jumped around couches and tables before slamming the door closed before you could follow him into the bedroom.
“Open the door!” You slapped your hand at the door a couple of times, jiggled the doorknob only to find it locked. “Jungkook, let me in!”
“Nope!” He popped the p sound, giggling behind the door. “You gonna kill your real boyfriend just cause the inferior, fictional one died?”
He was honestly very happy that Gojo had died. He was tired of not being the only golden man in your eyes anymore. Jungkook was the one who was good at everything that he did, not that dumbass anime man. And he had proved it, didn’t he. Inadvertently. After all, Gojo was dead, so he wasn’t perfect now.
Jungkook was full of glee.
“Jungkook, if you don’t come out right now, I’m gonna rip your collectible posters.”
He just giggled again. He could imagine your angry frown perfectly. How you probably wanted to destroy all his anime memorabilia as revenge for how he made fun of Gojo’s death. But he knew you were all bark and no bite.
“No, I’m not opening it.”
“Open it.”
“Hmmm,” he pretended to think out loud. Then: “nope!”
“Jungkook, you’re gonna have to come out eventually, and when you do, I’m gonna be waiting right here for you.”
Jungkook laughed, but when three hours had passed and you remained in front of the door, periodically knocking and asking to be let in, he didn’t find it as funny anymore. Well, it was still a little funny, but also it was a bit scary how your anger wasn’t subsiding.
Jungkook listened to the doorknob rattle from the bed, but didn’t bother opening his eyes. It was locked, you couldn’t get in.
So then could someone explain why the door was swinging open and you were suddenly set on top of his supine position. Your eyes red with both anger and sadness, your scowl set deep.
“Hey, Y/n,” he said sweetly.
“Hi, Jungkook. Wanna repeat what you said earlier?” Your hands were pressed against his pecs, face leaning in closer to him with each second.
“I don’t think I should,” he said with an eased smile. His arms were crossed behind his head, as if he didn’t have his angry spouse sitting on top of him at the moment.
“Not gonna gloat that Gojo’s dead?”
He laughed, jostling you around with each breath. “Don’t need to. You already know,” he said with a smirk.
You took your pillow from beside his head and smacked him upside the head with it. The soft downy fluff only made Jungkook erupt into giggles once again, his hands coming up to try (and failing) to prevent subsequent hits. He only laughed louder and louder, until he had wrapped his hands around your torso and tugged you into him.
You continued to struggle against him. “Let me go!”
“Nope!” He pressed kisses all over your face between giggles. Laughing at your half-hearted slaps at his triceps and forearms. “Can’t let you go when I’m so happy to have my partner all to myself again. Fuck that Gojo guy.”
You stopped struggling, exhausted from chasing him around and making a lockpick to get into the bedroom. “You’re so mean,” you whined. “Remember you used to like him too. You said he reminded you of yourself.”
He pressed a kiss to your head. “Not since he made me second place with my own spouse.” He turned you to look at him, giving you a smile before kissing you sweetly.
You returned the kiss before breaking it. You pressed your temple against his pecs, snuggling up into his arms. “So fucking extra.”
As you can probably tell, I'm still salty about some things lol.
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Do you think Levi hates Annie?
Hello anon!
Haha tho, no, Levi doesn't hate Annie. I don't think Levi hates anybody really. (Zeke is another can of worms, let's not go there rn)
First off, what I understand about Levi is that he's a deeply empathetic person. He holds a LOT of compassion and places a lot of value on human life (e.g: he isn't happy to learn that titans were all once humans). At the same time, Levi is someone who recognises that sometimes, it's necessary to make choices that can be violent and ruthless (one e.g: him torturing Sannes; he doesn't enjoy it but it came to that and had to be done). These are two personality traits that can actually coexist.
Coming to Annie. Much of the animosity towards her back when S1 aired was because 1. We didn't know everything about her, and 2. She killed Levi's elite Squad in a particularly violent fashion. She did kill Levi's Squad, and he was enraged, this much is painfully clear, I think. There's no denying he was furious seeing the talented people he worked with all dead in seconds.
But while I believe Levi is an emotional person who takes the deaths of his comrades very seriously, he is faaaaaarr from being vengeful. Remorse, regret, sorrow, and despair, these are things he feels, yes, but irrationally? just for the sake of being angry? No.
When we see the RBA "attacking" Paradis and trying to kidnap Eren multiple times, we (the audience) don't see them as children - we see them as young adults committing unspeakable acts of violence against an innocent population (this is exacerbated by the fact that Reiner is older than the others).
But they are mere KIDS to Levi, who's much older. He isn't stupid. He sees these kids, turning into titans and trying to kill them, and wonders why. Why are these children acting this way?
Also, try to look at it like this and see if it makes sense to you: Once the Scouts reached the basement and discovered the truth of the world, learned of the Eldian race, the Titan powers, Marley's existence, of Liberio within it, of the Warrior programme and how those human war weapons are all just children of 8 and 9 and 10, brainwashed with propaganda and bred to be nothing but tools and monsters - they understood. The Scouts understood before anybody else did, that the world was unfair on both sides of the wall.
Levi too, understood. He watched Annie kill his squad, and he understood at some point in time during the 4 year timeskip, that she was a child when she did what she did, and she had no choice but to do it.
While Levi doesn't express his emotions well, he doesn't dislike someone for the sake of disliking. He's blunt, he's foul mouthed, he's brutally honest and says what's on his mind... But him not openly talking to someone or showing care for them does not mean he hates them.
In fact none of the Warriors wanted to do any of the things they did, they committed those irreversible acts of murder and violence simply because they wanted to go back home. And maybe Paradis was the first place where they experienced some kind of friendship and equality, but it was still the target of their mission, a place they couldn't stay in. They still wanted to go back home to Liberio, back to the people they called family.
Annie, to the family she called her father.
A person as compassionate as Levi doesn't hate Annie, because he knows she did what she had to do when she was just a guilt-ridden teenage kid, even if that came at the cost of losing his friends.
Tell me also: Who in the Alliance hasn't lost their loved ones at the hands of another?
Around that fire with Hange, they've all killed someone dear to the other.
#anon ask#levi ackerman#annie leonhart#attack on titan#meta#character analysis#shingeki no kyojin#aot#snk#reiner braun#104th#bertholdt hoover#rba
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Can you please do Slashers (Norman Bates, Patrick Bateman, Micheal, Jason, Brahms, Billy and Stu. You get the idea) with a, hear me out, a s/o who is just as if more out of pocket and crazy as they are, but here’s the catch their s/o aka you 🫵, don’t even realize how they are acting. (This was a 3 am woke up in the middle of the night with sweats kind of concept) But, do with that what you will.
💙💜🩵
Slashers x male reader
Headcanons
I don’t really know Norman, since I’ve never watched Psycho, and Patrick. I know Patrick somewhat at least a little cuz I’ve seen clips, so this is all based off wikis, so I hope it’s still good.
Norman Bates
Norman typically seems to have a more subdued and submissive personality, so for you two to be dating, his mom has to be out of the picture somehow. Maybe you guys still run the motel though.
Norman is possessive of you, not wanting to lose you. So you being just as possessive, if not more, in return, would probably tickle him pink even if he doesn’t want to express it. his second personality would enjoy it if you were just as violent too.
It doesn’t seem like Norman registers that hes got some issues himself, so he probably wouldn’t even notice that you had them too, or that you didn’t realize it either. You two are just two guys who are less than stable, but boy are you happy together in your little murder motel.
Patrick Bateman
You two would be like a house on fire, I think. Having someone just like himself if not worse, would only make Patrick more set in stone about his life and decisions. You two would end up clashing heads pretty regularly, since you both have such eccentric personalities, but then it goes back to being a loving relationship again.
You two are unhealthily co-dependent, and you just push each other to be your worst selves. Your worst, well dressed, manicured and intelligent selves. You guys are probably seen as kinda snobby or full of yourselves to everyone else, but you and Patrick have a great time.
You not realizing that you act this way would excite Patrick I think, since that’s the one up he has on you where you are more than him in every other way. It also excites him in other ways, since you are just like this, and this is who you are without all the debating on if this is right or not.
Michael Myers
You guys met at the asylum, that’s the only place I could imagine you two met. How you two got together I’m not sure, but it wouldn’t take long. You are both quiet and terrifying to be around, but it draws you together.
Neither of you talk much, which just results in you guys being able to communicate in silence. When you guys get out, it’s like a date for you two, going on another Halloween killing spree. If walking slowly around, knives in one hand, and holding the others hand in the other, counts as a date. Its romantic to you two, that’s all that matters.
I don’t think Michael himself really thinks about the way hes acting, so he wouldn’t think about it with you either. That’s just how he is, and how you are, and you go together like two misshapen bloody puzzle pieces.
Jason Voorhees
Jason is a serial killer, yes, but he’s also a nice guy if you look past all of that. So, if you are just chill like him most of the time, and partner up with him to get rid of the people who go where they shouldn’t go, then it would be a pretty nice relationship.
If you were even worse than him, then I could see him silently admiring you as you put together traps even, he didn’t think about. You not looking like Jason also means you can leave the forest to go into town and get different equipment, which just ups your game.
Jason doesn’t have much of an opinion on the fact that you don’t realize that you are worse than him, since this is also just the way he is and has been for who knows how many years. He likes that you are like him and that you aren’t scared of him.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms is a huge fan that you are as bad as him or worse. Hes a little creep, so he would start salivating knowing you are watching him back, or seeing how you get rid of your ex on your own when they show up at the mansion.
You two are like gasoline on a fire for the other, since you just fuel the worst parts of each other in the best way, in your shared opinion. This means there’s no reason for Brahms to hide in the walls. He still likes doing it though, just so he can watch you, or you can come after him.
Like a good chunk of the others, Brahms doesn’t really register that he’s pretty messed up himself. Living in isolation for so long will do that to ya. So, it doesn’t really mean anything to him that you don’t realize how you’re acting. He just likes that you watch each other’s freak.
Billy Loomis
It excites Billy in multiple ways that you match his crazy. And by multiple ways, I mean it. It gets his blood pumping and gets him flustered to see you match his plans, or even push them further than he could have ever thought of.
You two are both horror movie obsessed bloodthirsty idiots, who both get way too excited about planning and committing the slashing. You just push each other to be worse, and to push the limits more and more. It makes you more likely to be caught, since you guys fuel each other.
To Billy its so hot that this is just how you are and that you don’t even really realize how you are acting, it’s like you are something walking right out of his deepest fantasies. But he’s has to be the voice of reason, and has to make sure you don’t let anything slip in public, just in case.
Stu Macher
Stu doesn’t seem to be the brightest guy out of the ghostface duo, so he’s probably just hyped that you match him, or go even further than him. If you go further than him, then I can imagine Stu also doing even more. Its kind of a cycle, you do something, and he follows.
It’s also what almost gets you guys caught multiple times, since you don’t really think your plans all the way through, since you both are just too excited and into what’s happening. Stu really likes the thrill of it all though, which leads to a lot of make out sessions.
Stu doesn’t really think about it much himself, that what he does is messed up and wrong, so I can’t imagine him thinking about how you act either. You two are kind of two halves of a whole idiot, and if Billy is around that he has to keep you guys on the right track so you don’t out yourselves or do something dumb.
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I completely agree with you in that there are many bad faith interpretations of tommy and buck and tommy’s relationship. I don’t know if this one I’m about to share would necessarily be a bad faith interpretation but I’d like your take on it. In the scene where buck comes out to eddie, eddie says to buck “this changes nothing between us” and buck responds with something along the lines of “uh good, that’s a relief”. I’ve seen a lot of people interpret buck’s facial expressions as not showing just relief but relief mixed disappointment because a part of buck wanted things to change between them, in the romantic sense, he just doesn’t realize it. I do agree that buck’s expression as he says the words is interesting but I don’t personally think it has anything to do with him harbouring romantic feelings for eddie. for me it felt like one of those moments where you dread the reaction for so long, that when you finally face the thing and open up, even if the other person’s reaction is positive, it takes a minute for you to really internalise it and let yourself believe it.
Another moment that people often talk about from this scene is reaction to buck saying he can’t stop thinking about tommy. People often say eddie’s facial expression shows some sort of disappointment but again, I don’t know if that’s it? again, it is an interesting expression so I get why people would pause and focus for a minute but to me, it reads as eddie searching for a moment to give his honest advice to buck in the scenario.
Anyway, I’d love your thoughts on those particular moments and how you see them. Again, I’m not saying that the interpretations people are making of that scene in relation to buddie are necessarily in bad faith. I know it’s fun to analyze and interpret scenes in ways that you enjoy and I’d never want people to stop doing that. I just feel like Oliver and Tim have been very clear in that they do not want to tell a story where a guy comes out and is in love with his best friend and if buck was truly disappointed in hearing eddie say nothing’s going to change between them post buck’s coming out, that would be a quite bold contradiction.
Hi anon!
I'm not sure if you actually meant to send this to me because I'm kind of the exact opposite of a person who engages in the practice of reverse-engineering actors' faces to find deep secret meanings that doesn't actually exist in the script. I think it's a slippery slop of a fan practice where if you go "haha he looks jealous here" and want to make it gay in your fantasy world and are capable of compartmentalizing that from the actual text, it's great! If you look at it like it's subtext that is meant to one day come to surface, as some sort of proof that this is not the actual story, you're either too deep in your world that you treat these characters like they have agencies and thoughts and feelings and are not, yknow, fictional - or that actors are making the conscious choice to layer their performances with breadcrumbs for a plot that doesn't exist at the time.
I've seen all these arguments with almost every scene this season. Eddie's face when Tommy enters the bachelor party. Buck's face when Bobby says Tommy is good for him. Bobby's face when he says Tommy is good for Buck. Eddie's smile when they enter the hospital room. Most of these are insignificant and the others have in-text explanation (Yeah, Bobby smiles weirdly in that scene. Guess what, he's kind of planning to kill himself). And like I said, if people want to read these in a pro-Buddie sense and go do fandom stuff with it, that's great. But we all know this fandom is taken over by the question of "will Buck and Eddie happen?" so everyone who's not even doing this in bad faith (I don't think all do) are looking at it in "does this support canon romantic Buddie?" lenses. So much of shipping Buddie is about speculating for the next episode, next season, next whatever that I think it's so easy to find yourself on that slippery slop where you fit every shot, face, editing choice to your interpretation. There's also the sunk cost fallacy at play here - once you do it for so long, it's hard to give up on the belief that it'll happen.
I think both Oliver and Ryan great actors - and that scene is one of my favorites in the season - but no, I don't think there's more to their faces than what they're given to play. Which is as all of them mentioned a billion times, a scene of a guy nervously coming out as queer to his best friend and receiving support. If I'm wrong and the rest of this fandom is right and the production/writers/showrunners are actually fully married to the idea of canon romantic Buddie but The Powers That Be are keeping gay Eddie in the closet as if he's a real person and they're the evil step-mother, and come S10 Buck realizes he's been in love with his bff all along, then yeah in-text, that would recontextualize all their performances. It still wouldn't change what the writers' intention has been with the text as it exists today or be proof that Oliver and Ryan are making acting choices for a hypothetical future SL.
#couldn't fit this in my answer but it's kind of bewildering to me how much of shipping in this fandom is about whether they'll become canon#i mean look at ao3 one of every three fics is a spec fic or a coda#ive been in many fandoms like fandoms with infamous queerbaiting and i dont remember the fandom practice being so solely dedicated to#whether the ship will become canon#instead of like this is kinda gay in the text well i will make it REALLY GAY in my fanfiction and having fun#also 'you' used as universal you here nonnie i agree with you#mimi talks#anti buddie#bucktommy#911
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↳ Index [Chapter 07 - Medicine]
Warnings: she is a nervous bean, Tae & Koo are hurt my poor boys :(, healing magic heheh, they're all so right for each other <3
Wordcount: 7.8k
a/n: dude. all my author notes are "i love them" but it is, in fact, the truth <3
“Jungkook, no!” you call after him, but too late.
He leaped off the edge, expecting to land gently like he would in the real world, but instead he almost face plants the ground.
All you can hear is a dull impact followed by a genuinely surprised, “oof” and “ouchies my knees.”
“Kookie”, you are by the edge instantly. As are Yoongi and Taehyung.
The latter, in his worry, leaps off the edge as well, calling out Jungkook’s name.
“Tae no!” you scream, but too late.
He lands just as harshly as Jungkook, twisting his ankle and falling to his bum harshly.
“Aua, ah, ouch”, he gets out, holding his own ankle while next to him, Jungkook rubs his knees and whines about them being in pain.
“You fucking idiots, goddamn it”, you mumble under your breath, “stay where you are, we’re coming down. Yoongi, use the ladder.”
“I was planning to”, he says, following you down the safe way, “you two are idiots. Why did you jump down like that?”
“I forgot that I’m human in here”, Jungkook whines.
“As did I”, Taehyung whines, “ah, my ankle hurts unbearably.”
“My knees hurt too. Aua, it hurts so bad”, Jungkook whines and lets out a sob of pain.
“God, you two”, you say, kneeling down between them. Yoongi joins your side, touching Jungkook under his knees while you turn your attention to Taehyung.
“Where does it hurt?”
“My ankle. There”, Taehyung says and points at it.
You press down on it, resulting in sharp pain to shoot through his lower leg. He flinches away.
“There?”
“Yes. Ah, fuck”, he gets out and drops his head in the dirt as he writhes in pain, “I think I ripped the tendon, it hurts so much”, he gets out through gritted teeth, throwing his hand over his eyes as he whimpers in agony.
“No my darling, this is so awful oh god”, you say and run your hand over his ankle softly, “I’ll try to move it. Okay?”
“Do you have to?”
“I’ll be gentle. I need to see if it’s broken.”
“Alright, oh god”, Taehyung says and tenses his jaw.
“Okay, take a deep breath. One, two, three.”
You can move his foot, but Taehyung flinches away after just a few seconds.
“Ah.”
“Hurts?”
“Yes.”
“Shit. Oh god, Tae”, you say and look at Yoongi, “Yoongi, what do we do?”
Yoongi, who was busy assessing Jungkook’s situation, looks at Taehyung. His face carries seriousness.
“Can you move your foot?” he asks.
“Barely”, Taehyung says, showcasing the tiniest of movement.
“Mhm. Yeah, you guys really fucked it”, he decides, “what were you thinking jumping off like this? You could have fucking killed yourselves.”
“We didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Yeah well, look at where this still got you.”
“I only jumped off because I was so worried about Kook and I forgot that I am basically useless in here”, Taehyung defends himself, sitting up which results in more pain to shoot through his leg, “ah”, he tenses up, pulling a face of agony.
“Okay, let’s not fight right now”, you say, sending Yoongi a look.
The latter nods his head, looking at Jungkook instead because your serious eyes flustered him. He rubs his hand over Jungkook’s left knee.
“We gotta get you guys inside. I know a healing spell, but I don’t know if Agatha has the ingredients for it.”
“Okay, what do we gotta do?”
“Do you remember the spell I showed you before?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s use it to lift them”, Yoongi says and changes his position next to Jungkook, “can I show her what I mean?”
“Yeah, what do I have to do?”
“Put your arms around my shoulders.”
Jungkook follows.
“Good. Stay like this and I’ll put my right arm under your legs now. Ready?”
“Yeah.”
Yoongi moves slowly in order not to hurt his knees even more. His left arm he drapes around Jungkook’s waist.
“See? Like this. Make sure you give his body general support and then imagine how the magic takes his weight off your arms. You still gotta do the carrying, but with the magic, he won’t feel heavy. Like this”, Yoongi says and stands up with Jungkook in his arms.
“Woah”, Jungkook gasps, looking at Yoongi with big eyes, “that feels funny.”
“Yeah, like you’re floating. Does it hurt your knees?”
“No. Not at all. Woah this is impressive, wow.”
Yoongi turns to you. To an untrained eye it looks as if he was carrying Jungkook bridal style. Quite frankly, even to a trained eye it looks like that. But judging from Jungkook’s genuinely comfortable expression, no strain was put on his knees right now.
“Like this. Try it yourself.”
“Okay, okay I’ll try. Oh god, I’m nervous. I’ve only done this twice before”, you babble, reaching for Taehyung.
“Your hands are trembling”, he says, holding them gently.
“I’m nervous. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
“Well, at least one of us has to. Right?” you say, laughing nervously.
“It’s okay princess, you can’t hurt him with the spell. He’ll just feel heavy if it’s not done right”, Yoongi assures you.
“Take your time, baby”, Jungkook reassures you.
“I really trust you”, Taehyung encourages you.
Their sweet words calm down your racing heart. You can’t hurt Taehyung. Even if you mess up, the outcome won’t be awful. It feels so healing to your broken inner child to have partners who make such a little deal out of small mistakes.
You take a deep breath and close in on Taehyung.
“Okay, I’ll try it”, you say.
“That’s my girl. You’re doing so well”, Yoongi praises.
Taehyung smiles and wraps his arms around you. His encouraging smile doesn’t fall as you place your arms in the right position and neither as you close your eyes to try and visualise the spell working.
“Okay, I think I got it”, you say and try to lift Taehyung. You fail miserably, grunting embarrassingly, “sorry, that was a weird sound. Ah god, sorry. Sorry.”
“It’s alright, just try again”, Taehyung assures you.
“Sorry, fuck, sorry”, you stutter and try to lift him again, “ah! No that was a fail. Sorry, wait.”
“Hey, it’s okay”, Yoongi soothes you. He squats down and puts Jungkook on the ground softly. He rubs your back and Jungkook does the same, “don’t panic, my love. You’re doing okay.”
“I’m just scared. I, I don’t wanna hurt him.”
“You won’t. Trust me”, Yoongi promises and rubs the nape of your neck gently, “trust yourself, princess love.”
“We all trust in your abilities. So if you can’t trust yourself yet, trust us. We know that you can do it”, Jungkook says.
“Come, let’s try again. I’ll even make myself lighter”, Taehyung says, making you laugh softly.
“Yeah okay, I’ll try again. God sorry, I’m a nervous mess”, you say and close your eyes.
It doesn’t feel different at first until suddenly it does. Taehyung practically feels as if he was lifting off the ground all on his own.
“Darling”, Taehyung gasps, “darling, you’re doing it!”
“I’m doing it. I’m doing it?”
“You are, keep going”, Yoongi encourages you, standing up with Jungkook in his arms. The spell comes as easy to him as breathing does. He doesn’t even have to concentrate on visualising it and he knows that one day, you will get there as well.
“Wow, look at you! You’re doing it!” Jungkook cheers you on.
You are standing, Taehyung is in your arms and it feels easy to do. You turn around.
“I’m doing it!” you squeak, beaming at Yoongi and Jungkook.
“You are, wow you’re so awesome!”
“Good job, princess. Now try to keep that connection to the feeling and we’ll carry them inside.”
“Okay, okay. I can do that.”
“That’s my girl. You make me so proud”, Yoongi praises and turns so he could lead the way. You follow him with light steps, giggling happily.
“Can you feel that, Tae? You’re like air in my arms.”
“It feels most peculiar. As if I am floating”, he says and rests his head on your shoulder, “you are so impressive, my darling.”
“Yeah, I guess I am”, you snicker, “sorry for panicking. This was embarrassing.”
“Don’t apologise. I would have panicked as well if our roles were reversed.”
“I think you did really awesome”, Jungkook says, “don’t you agree, Yoongi?”
“Yeah, you don’t gotta be embarrassed. You did well.”
“Thank you, guys. God”, you say and do a little skip of happiness. It feels so healing to be with them.
You put Jungkook and Taehyung on the spacious sofa, making sure that their legs are properly supported.
“Now what do we gotta do?”
“We’re gonna make an oil which will speed up the healing. Then we’re gonna spread it on their wounds in a certain pattern and chant a spell as we do it. The oil will serve as a catalyst so the healing magic can soak their fibers.”
“Does all healing magic need oils to work?”
“The kind I learned yes, but there is another form of healing as well. Nilrem always called it Mending and said that only a very few witches were able to master it.”
“What’s Mending?”
“You manipulate the body through your magic. You shift bones back into place, reconnect muscle tissues and so on. It’s basically manipulating the body into its smallest fibers.”
“That sounds kinda nasty.”
“It is. Nilrem always said that these Menders can feel the body change under their spells.”
“Ew okay, really nasty.’
“Mhm yeah. Now can you get me some lavender, buckhorn, nettles and pine bark from outside? We’ll need it for the oil.”
“Of course. How much?”
“A handful of everything should be enough.”
“Your hand or mine?”
He glances at you.
“What? An important question. Your hand fits like three times more than mine.”
“Your hand will be enough.”
“Okay, okay. Coming right up.”
Yoongi puts some oil on the stove while you are outside. He looks at the two patients while it heats up.
“How are you two doing?”
They look at him over their shoulders.
“It hurts.”
“Could be better.”
“Mhm, you’ll feel better soon. The spell is very strong. One of my friends broke her leg once and we applied the spell on it. Next day she could walk again.”
“Wow, really?”
“Yeah. It’ll work, I know it will”, he says and turns away to stir the oil. He prepares some tea afterwards, letting it steep and carrying it to them before you are back.
“What’s this?”
“Tea. It’ll calm you down.”
“Calm us down?”
“The spell is gonna be”, he exhales deeply, “it’s not gonna be pleasant for you. It’ll help, but it’s a bitch during the process.”
“Oh god, really?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you saying this, hyung? Now I am frightened.”
“Sorry, I just thought that it’s best to let you know so you know what’s gonna happen. Here, drink this tea, it’ll help.”
“Thank you.”
“Heavens, I hope it will. I already suffered enough pain in the past.”
“I’m back and I got everything”, you enter the cottage, hurrying to the stove, “what should I do with it? Oh my god you guys, I burned my hands so many times on the stupid nettles. They’re so sensitive now.”
“Oh no, poor girl.”
“Yeah right. Should I put everything into the oil already?”
Yoongi hurries to you, looking into the pot. The oil is beginning to boil. He lowers the heat.
“Yes, put all of it in there.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Next we’re gonna add two cinnamon sticks, three peppercorns and dried dandelion roots.”
“Does everything have meaning in this recipe?”
“Cinnamon and pepper is for warmth, lavender for calming, nettles support blood circulation and buckhorn is there to prevent inflammation. I’ll show you something with it. Show me your hands.”
You show them to him. Yoongi takes a few leaves of the buckhorn and chews on them. Once they are just a little mushy, he places them on your hands, rubbing it over the nettle burns.
“It contains tannins which cancel out the nettle poison. You’ll feel better soon.”
“Thank you”, you whisper, finding yourself so utterly mesmerised by him.
He knows so much. It makes you so attracted to him.
“There we go, all better”, he says and throws the chewed leaves away, “the pine bark and roots are there to support the magic. Roots are nourishment for the plant and keep it grounded. If the roots are strong, the plant is strong. So roots serve as a strengthening element for magic spells. Bark keeps trees protected and in the spell we’ll do, it will make sure to keep the magic protected from outside influences. If they shower and wash off the oil, the bark will keep the magic sealed inside their body and therefore keep its healing going.”
“I see. I understand everything perfectly. Thank you for explaining it to me.”
“Of course. One day, you’ll be able to do it all on our own.”
“Yeah, hopefully.”
“I’m sure of it. You’re intelligent and talented, you’ll be a very good witch”, he says encouragingly, rubbing your lower back.
“Thank you”, you whisper, feeling shy.
“Mhm. Now we gotta wait for a bit. How are you doing, boys?”
“Nervous.”
“Frightened.”
“Why?” you ask.
“The spell is gonna hurt, I kinda told them already.”
“Really? Noo, is there no alternative?”
“Sadly not, no.”
“Gosh, this sucks”, you pout.
“Hm yeah.”
You break away from Yoongi, hurrying to the others. You rub their shoulders in hopes of calming them down.
“We’ll be quick and it’ll be better afterwards. Promise.”
“I know, we trust you. It’s just scary because it’ll hurt.”
“Gosh, I know baby”, you give Jungkook a back hug, kissing his cheek and squishing your cheek against it afterwards, “mhm my baby, I’m glad nothing worse happened to you.”
“Me too, yeah.”
You back hug Taehyung as well, snuggling your cheek against his’.
“You too, darling. I’m so glad nothing awful happened.”
“Me too. It was foolish of us to jump.”
“Yeah, muscle memory can be traitorous sometimes.”
“It truly can be.”
“Princess, do you wanna come here for a second?”
“Yes, of course. What do you need?”
“I just wanna show you what to do to turn the oil from normal into magical.”
“Show me.”
“Once the herbs look like this, you have to stir the oil three times into clockwise direction and speak the word Elictis as you do it. It’ll activate the magic in it.”
“Do I have to channel the oil as I do it?”
“No, yourself. I’ll do it tonight because you’re not stable enough yet.”
“Yes, okay. Good idea. I bet my worry and nervousness would mess up the magic.”
“Definitely. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to do it one day.”
“I know, thank you my love.”
“You could start with them already as I do it. The oil’s still gotta cook for another five minutes.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Good. Get the injured limp exposed. Hear me, boys? We have to take off your pants if that’s okay.”
“It’s fine with me.”
“I do not mind either. Ah, it is difficult to do by myself.”
“Wait, Tae. I’ll help you”, you say and hurry to him.
You help him and Jungkook, then it is already time for the oil to be finished. Yoongi shows you how to harden it with the help of magic, earning himself a row of impressed gasps.
Afterwards you start work on your patients, rubbing the oil on the wounded parts whilst whispering the correct word. It is needless to say that it wasn’t a comfortable experience for neither Jungkook nor Taehyung and that there was a time where you needed to take a break for Taehyung’s sake.
He is sniffling, pouting with teary eyes.
“It hurts, please stop”, he pleads.
“Gosh Tae, I’m sorry”, you say, moving in to kiss his tears away, “I’m sorry, it’s so awful I know.”
“Do we still have to do this for long?” Jungkook asks with worry in his eyes. He is hurting too, but seeing Taehyung cry hurts more.
“It’s gonna be over soon”, Yoongi assure him, “try to hold each other and power through it. I’m sorry Tae, I know it’s bad but you’ll feel better afterwards.”
“Take my hand, okay?” Jungkook says, intertwining fingers with him. Taehyung looks at him, “we’ll do it together”, Jungkook assures him with a smile.
“Are you ready, darling?” you ask him, already situated by his foot again.
“I guess”, Taehyung says and looks away.
“Begin again”, Yoongi says and concentrates on Jungkook’s knees.
The pain starts again, Jungkook swallows down his own complaint for Taehyung’s sake. The latter squeezes his eye shut and bares his teeth, tightening his hand around Jungkook’s. Like this, the two men power through the last few moments of the spell. They are sweaty and exhausted afterwards, needing to drink water.
“You did really well”, Yoongi praises them as he washes his hands.
“Seriously, we’re so proud of you”, you agree, drying your hands after having washed them.
You return to them, wiping their foreheads with a paper towel.
“I’m tired”, Taehyung confesses.
“That’s part of the spell. You exerted your bodies a lot. It’s best to sleep it off”, Yoongi explains and picks up Jungkook, “let’s get you comfortable.”
You pick up Taehyung, following Yoongi upstairs to put the two patients under the sheets. You tug him in while Yoongi makes sure that Jungkook is comfortable. You are talking to Taehyung, but your conversation is so quiet that Yoongi and Jungkook can talk comfortably as well.
“I watched you be brave for Tae’s sake. How are you doing? Honestly.”
“It hurt so much, I wanted to make noises.”
“I figured”, Yoongi smoothes his messy hair out of his face, “don’t hold back next time. You’re allowed to show discomfort too, kiddo.”
“I know”, Jungkook whispers and closes his eyes when Yoongi leans down to kiss his forehead. He smoothes his hand down his temple, kissing his left cheek next.
“You were so brave. Hyung’s proud of you”, Yoongi whispers, straightening up so he could give Jungkook a fond eye smile.
Jungkook retorts it with a fluttering heart.
“Now try to sleep”, Yoongi caresses his cheek, “you’ll feel a lot better afterwards.”
“Okay hyung”, Jungkook whispers and closes his eyes.
Yoongi tugs one last strand of hair behind his ear then steps back. Taehyung is slumbering already after you calmed him down. You are by the door, waiting for Yoongi. You look shaken by the situation and so Yoongi places his arm over your shoulders.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know”, you confess quietly, trembling just a little.
“Let’s take a walk”, he says, leading you outside, “you did really well, my princess.”
“I feel so bad. We really hurt them.”
“I know, the spell’s a bitch. But they’ll feel a lot better tomorrow.”
“I don’t like causing you guys pain. It upsets me so much”, you confess and gulp down a sob.
“I know, princess, I know”, he whispers, pulling you close to kiss your temple, “come on, let’s take a walk for a bit. Yeah?”
“Yes, please.”
You take the main road today, walking along the gravel path. Yoongi keeps his arm around you because you can’t seem to let him go. He doesn’t mind, giving your arm and waist little caresses whenever he can.
“This trip ended so badly, didn’t it?” you ask.
“No it didn’t. They’ll feel better tomorrow, I promise.”
“Oh god, I’m still shaky. Look”, you say, showing him your trembling hands.
Yoongi pulls you closer, “you did well. It was your first healing spell and it was upsetting, but you kept your calm.”
“Technically the first healing spell was when I healed you.”
“Exactly and you fucking scorched your hands to the bone doing that. I know it was hard to see them in pain, but it had to be done. You did really well, princess.”
“Thanks, yeah”, you say and take a deep breath. You release it shakily, touching your own forehead, “oh god, why am I shaking so much?”
Yoongi furrows his brows in worry. It upsets him that he can’t offer you comfort in the ways he could in the real world. Outside this realm, he could calm down your anxiety by touching your temple, but in here he is bound to his human abilities. His weak, limited human abilities. But then. He isn’t truly human, is he? Yoongi remembers the spells of old. The spells he learned from Nilrem, which will cause him just a little discomfort but bring comfort to you. He stops you and pulls you close to kiss your temple, listening to the deep sigh of relaxation you let out because of it. You lean into his affection, touching his arm. Yoongi can sense your anxiety because he is currently taking it on for you. He breathes through it. He knows this exact anxiety all too well.
“You know, when I was still a witch”, he speaks softly, “Nilrem also taught us how to heal people. It sounded really great and exciting in theory and I couldn’t wait to heal my first person.”
You look at him, listening to his story intently.
“It was a boy. He wasn’t much older than seven. He played outside with his friends and fell out of tree, which resulted in a broken arm and fractured collarbone. His friends carried him to our hut and begged us to heal him.”
“So you were practicing magic in public back then?”
“Of course we were. Being a witch was seen as a really noble thing and people came to us for help.”
“I see, wow that sounds so cool.”
“It was. This day, Nilrem wasn’t in town because he needed to do something in the mountains. Don’t ask me what, he never told us anything. Only Namjoon, I and two other Creators were present when the boys came and because I was the one, who had mastered the spell the best, I had to step in and heal him. I was also the oldest present, so maybe that could have been a factor too.”
“How old were you?”
“About seventeen.”
“You were so young, oh god.”
“I really was and I was so nervous. The theory sounded great, but actually doing it? I was scared.”
“I can imagine.”
“I was aware that I was helping him, but the screams as I did it fucking haunted me.”
“Oh no, Yoongi…”
“I managed to heal him and he left feeling exhausted but good, but the first thing I had to do after he left was throw up into a pot as I sobbed because I was so fucking upset about it. As I healed him, I could feel his body changing under my hands and could sense his pain and hearing a child scream in pain for way too long is awful.”
“No, my poor Yoongi. I’m so sorry you had to go through this”, you get out.
“It was upsetting, but I knew that I did the right thing because a few days later, the boy and his friends came back with wooden figures they made for me as a thank you.”
“Aw, this is so cute, gosh”, you say, having to smile.
“It was. They were really adorable little kids and the stupid punk fell out of a tree again not long after. Thankfully he didn’t break anything again.”
“Oh gosh, boys will be boys no matter what time period”, you laugh.
“Yeah, seriously”, he agrees fondly, rubbing your back, “but the reason why I told you this story is because I want you to know that being upset after your first healing spell is normal. Healing magic is very upsetting as you are doing it. It’s not easy to know that you are hurting them even if it’s for a good cause. I understand your feelings and I’m here for you.”
You hug him as tightly as possible. He is such a comforting person. He really is.
“Thank you for being there for me and, and with me. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”
“You’d still do fucking great.”
“No, no I don’t think I would”, you gaze at him, “you’re really important to me.”
He blushes, smiling softly before pulling you in to kiss your forehead, “you’re important to me too, my love.”
“Oh god Yoongi”, you stop just so you can rest your head against his chest, pressing your ear to it as tightly as possible. You hug him as you do, counting the heartbeats in his chest.
You inhale deeply, exhaling through your nose.
“You love me, don’t you?”
“I love you so much, princess”, Yoongi speaks softly. His voice tickles your ear. To hear it together with his pulse calms you down immensely, “why do you ask?”
“I just wanted to hear it”, you say, looking at his face, “it’s nice to hear it together with your heartbeat.”
He smiles, “you’re cute”, he says and takes your hand to lead you along the path again.
It won’t be long anymore until the sun sets. The colours of the trees are changing already. The golden light will be here very soon.
“Do you still like being human?”
“Yeah, it’s nice. I like it.”
“I’m happy you do. You seem really happy here.”
“I guess I am”, he shies away, “I like how normal I am and that I have limits.”
“That’s nice. Do you like your magic?”
“Yeah, I do. I missed it”, he says, lifting his hand to create a flower. He inspects it, “I didn’t know how much I missed it, but I did. It’s nice”, he says, giving the flower to you.
“You’re so cute”, you say, sticking the flower into your hair for safe keeping, “I want to be like you one day.”
“You will. You’re very talented. I think you and Kook have this in common. You’re both insanely quick learners.”
“Yeah, that’s true”, you agree, “I’m so happy to be a witch. When I first met you guys and you did all the world saving while I was nothing but a useless burden, I felt so upset about my own limits.”
“You were never a useless burden. Don’t say that.”
“Yeah well, I felt like it. You did all the fighting, all the talking, all the saving and I had to hide away because I was so vulnerable. I understood why I had to keep low, but it made me feel useless and like a burden.”
“I’m sorry I made you feel this way. It was never my intention. I just wanted to keep you safe.”
“You didn’t make me feel this way. Gosh, don’t worry my love”, you assure him with a fond smile, giving his hand a little squeeze, “I knew why you did it, which made me feel so useless. It wasn’t you, but my own limits.”
“Oh, my princess…”
“It’s not a sad story, it really isn’t.”
“Are you sure? Cause right now, I worry a lot.”
You chuckle, “you worry all the time, my love. I don’t know if that’s such a good measurement to base it on.”
“Oh yeah”, he does a funny you-caught- me-face to lighten the situation, “you’re right.”
You laugh. Yoongi smiles.
“You’re cute, my love and I guess what I want to say is that I’m happy that I found my powers. Once I learned control and I can actually use my magic, I can help as well. I can fight and I can save people and heal them and I don’t have to feel so inferior to any danger I ever meet.”
“I like hearing that”, his voice is even softer than it already was, “it brings me a lot of peace of mind as well. You’ll be able to protect yourself. It will lessen a lot of the worry for me.”
“Knowing you, you’ll still worry way too much”, you tease him, which earns you a soft bite to your shoulder, “ah, hey!”
“Stop teasing me, I bite”, he warns, biting you again.
“Yoongi, stop”, you giggle, chasing him despite your complaints.
He chuckles deeply, straightening up.
“Gosh, you silly cat, you”, you say, nudging his arm before cuddling into him. You look up at the sky, “I think it’s gonna be dark soon.”
“Yeah. Wanna start making dinner?”
“We could do that, yeah.”
Your grandparents return when dinner is almost finished. You tell them about what happened and how you handled the difficult spell to which they praise you. Taehyung and Jungkook don’t join you for dinner, but your grandmother makes up for it by preparing her healing porridge for them. It is already a little later when she finishes, asking you if you perhaps wanted to bring them upstairs.
You agree to it because they are currently watching a sports event on television and you don’t enjoy these kinds of shows. Yoongi seems really happy however, sitting between your grandparents with a pair of hand-knitted socks on his feet and a bowl of porridge on his tummy.
You knock on the door.
“It’s open!” Jungkook calls out.
With the help of your elbow, you open the door.
“I come bearing gifts. How are my two brave warriors doing?” you say, carrying a tray of food. Warm sweet porridge and mugs of tea fill the room with a cozy scent instantly.
Taehyung and Jungkook are where you left them. Tugged into your small childhood bed with their heads nestled in soft pillows and one blanket covering them both.
“I napped and then I napped again”, Jungkook says with his eyes slightly glassy from sleep. He is basically cocooned in the pillows while Taehyung uses them to sit up.
“I finished a book and started a new one”, Taehyung says.
“That sounds like a productive afternoon. I brought you guys a little snack. Something warm to heal your terrible wounds”, you add a teasing tone on your last few words, ending it with a little grin.
Jungkook and Taehyung pout. You can’t stifle your giggle, sending them a teasing look.
“You know nothing of our pain”, Taehyung says, “we are terribly hurt.”
“Of course you are. Poor boys”, you say and click your tongue, “don’t worry. Grandma’s porridge will heal you in no time. She always made it for me whenever I was feeling bad and it always made me feel better.”
You place the tray on the bedside table.
“And I’ve got tea for a good night’s sleep. Moo made sure to give us the yummiest milk for the food and she says it’s to make sure you guys heal.”
“That’s so nice of Moo, wow”, Jungkook gushes and sits up a little, “and the porridge smells so yummy.”
“It is really yummy. Yoongi is downstairs eating a serving. He said it’s delicious.”
“Then it can only be yummy”, Jungkook says and smiles cutely.
You retort it and hand him his bowl.
“Careful it’s-”
“Ah hot”, he gasps, pulling his hands away.
“Hot. Wait, I’ll put it there. Okay?” you say and put the bowl in the little valley his thighs build. The blanket shields away the heat.
“Yes that’s nice. So warm”, he says and accepts the spoon, “thank you, baby.”
“Eat a lot”, you tell him and pick up Taehyung’s bowl, “careful darling, it’s hot. I’ll put it there as well”, you say as you place his bowl in the valley between his thighs.
“Thank you so much”, he says and accepts the spoon.
You watch them both take a bite. Their eyes light up in sync, a choir of gasps follows.
“So yummy!”
“This is delicious, wow!”
You smile, “I’m happy to hear that. It’ll heal you in no time.”
“Oh yes most definitely. I can already feel my body recovering”, Taehyung says as he enjoys the sweet porridge.
“I love how sweet it is. Is that honey?” Jungkook asks.
“Yes, it’s honey from the bees. And some cinnamon, vanilla, nutmeg and a little bit of ginger. My grandma makes the best porridge.”
“She really does. I love it. Are there raisins in there too?”
“No we used cranberries because you don’t like raisins.”
“Thank you so much”, Jungkook looks at you with sparkling eyes, “this just made my heart flutter. I could feel it.”
“You’re cute”, you say and pick up the last bowl, “do you have space for me?”
“Yes of course, come here”, Taehyung says with a full mouth.
The two men scoot their legs slightly to the side to make a small space for you between them. You crawl over Taehyung’s lap as carefully as possible and wiggle yourself into your little nest. After some scooting and moving to get all three of you comfortable, you are seated. You are sitting cross-legged with the bowl of porridge in the little nook your legs naturally form. You are facing Taehyung and Jungkook, who both seem happy to have you in bed with them.
“I hope you don’t mind that I’m here now.”
“Of course not. I am so happy to have you here”, Taehyung says and caresses your knee gently.
“Me too”, Jungkook agrees, “did you fight with Yoongi?”
“No of course not. Why?”
“Because you said that he’s downstairs eating alone.”
“We didn’t fight. He’s watching telly with grandma and grandpa. It’s basketball, I don’t wanna watch basketball tonight”, you confess and giggle mischievously, “they’re having a blast though. They know all the technical terms and everything.”
Taehyung and Jungkook chuckle fondly.
“And I wanna spend time with you guys”, you say and smile cutely.
“You are adorable”, Taehyung says and grins before shoving another spoonful of porridge into his mouth. He enjoys it with a deep hum and a smack of his lips, “delicious.”
“Yeah, it’s delicious”, you say and smile, poking your spoon into the porridge, “can I tell you guys something?”
“Of course”, Taehyung says to which Jungkook nods his head.
“I’m so happy that I discovered my powers. I never thought it possible that I could ever eat grandma’s porridge again or sit in my bedroom, let alone talk to her and spend time with her. But because I’m a witch, I can be with my grandparents again and I know it’s technically not the real world, but it feels real to me. It makes me really happy.”
Taehyung and Jungkook smile fondly. And while Jungkook touches your hand gently, caressing your knuckles, Taehyung reaches out and caresses your cheek.
“And I can visit them with you guys”, you say and smile, “when they were still actually alive, I always told them that one day I will bring my husband here and then we can eat raspberry pie together. They both died before I could fulfil this dream, but because I’m a witch, I can finally fulfil it.”
“So we’re your husbands?” Jungkook jokes, making you giggle.
You shake your head, “we don’t need human contracts to show our love do we? It’s just a silly piece of paper either way. We are so much more than our names on paper.”
“I like this”, Jungkook says.
Taehyung sits up and guides your head to him with two of his fingers under your chin. You find no time to focus your eyes on him because then he is already kissing you, stealing your senses from you. Your eyes fall closed, your right hand touches his chest. His heart is racing uncontrollably. You deepen the touch just to get more of this feeling. He tastes sweet like the porridge you both enjoy. His lips are so soft.
He pulls back, tracing your lips with his thumb.
“I like this too”, he whispers.
You let out a small giggle, nudging his cheek with your nose.
“Mhm”, he hums and pecks your lips one last time before sitting back. You and he share a deep gaze, sharing in the happiness you both experience.
“And it’s great that your grandparents don’t think us weird, isn’t it?” Jungkook asks.
You look at him. Taehyung does the same.
“Yes right?” you agree, scooting closer as you do, “I didn’t think that they would be so chill about me being poly, but they didn’t even question it. Well, at least not in a judgmental way.”
“I was quite surprised myself”, Taehyung says, “but they must have seen how happy it makes you.”
“Yeah. They are probably just happy that you feel good”, Jungkook says, “they love you a lot.”
You fluster, reaching out to nudge both of them.
“You cuties.”
“I also must talk about what you said.”
“What did I say?”
“That you sometimes think about kissing a woman.”
“Ah”, your cheeks heat up, “oh god, this is actually so embarrassing”, you confess, hiding your hand behind your hands.
“What? No, it isn’t” Jungkook gasps.
“What? Why?” Taehyung gasps.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just weird about it”, you confess, “it’s not because I don’t wanna accept it, but more that I don’t wanna come off as fake.”
“Why would you come off as fake? It’s only natural to want to experiment when you’re getting to know yourself better.”
“Did you guys know that you’re queer instantly?”
“Of course not. I thought that I was hetero for a long time until I began experimenting with Hobi and later actually exploring with Yoongi”, Jungkook says.
“I believed to be gay for a very long until I experimented with a group of women, men and enbies and I realised that gender didn’t matter to me.”
“So you had to experiment as well? Did it feel weird at first?”
“Definitely. I grew up very conservative. You know how I wasn’t even allowed to kiss my girlfriend?”
“Yeah officially and you still snuck away to fuck in the car?”
“Oh Kookie, how scandalous”, Taehyung teases while Jungkook laughs.
“Exactly. You can imagine how weird it felt at first to kiss a man and how confused I was when I actually liked it. It can be weird at first, but you have to remember that those weird feelings often stem from learned shame and guilt and not because it’s a wrong thing to do.”
“Exactly. Sometimes it can however also mean that it is simply not your taste. Which is also a very valid reaction to have and it is a natural part of experimenting”, Taehyung says to which Jungkook agrees.
“I see. Yeah. Thanks guys, you both are such happy and proud queers, so getting advice from you really helps me”, you say and smile shyly, “I think I wanna kiss a girl. And maybe, I don’t know, maybe try even more with her. Yeah, oh god my face is so hot”, you say and snicker.
Jungkook and Taehyung snicker as well.
“This sounds like a good time, baby.”
“It indeed does. Also, if you need help on how to properly eat out a woman, I can offer my services.”
“Oh god, Tae, don’t go there”, you whine, feeling so hot all of a sudden that you are scared they might see the flames you feel under your skin.
Taehyung chuckles, “I am merely saying. I also know a few very lovely ladies, who are very willing to teach an inexperienced woman. So I can give them a call if you want me to.”
“I appreciate the effort, but I think I’ll try to take it really slow for now. I’m not really good with strangers.”
“I respect this completely. Shall you change your mind, I will be here.” He lifts his finger dramatically. “There are also other ways. Magical ways. Ways to switch genitals for just a night.”
“What?” Jungkook gasps with big eyes.
“You’re joking.”
“I am not. I may not know a lot about magic, but sex magic? Oh, I have too many books in my collection. Some spells are truly remarkable.”
“Damn, that’s lowkey hot to imagine”, Jungkook confesses.
“Guys don’t go there, oh my god”, you whine, laughing with them as you giggle over the endless possibilities. You take a deep breath afterwards, releasing it in a happy sigh. “Thank you, seriously”, you say and study their faces, “god you guys, you are so good for me. Seriously.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s just that I have quite some trauma and I feel very embarrassed very easily even if I hide it most of the time. But you are all very calm and patient and that means a lot to me.”
Jungkook takes your hand, looking at you fondly.
“I’m honestly still so embarrassed about not being able to do the spell at first”, you confess, “it’s already bad enough to be a loser in front of one boyfriend and I got three to embarrass myself in front of”, you joke.
“You’re not a loser, my darling. I think you did very well for your first time.”
“Yeah seriously, I couldn’t do what you can do. You even managed to send us to another realm.”
“Exactly. Because of you, we were able to meet your grandparents.”
“Thanks, boys. I’m happy yeah”, you look outside, “yeah, really happy”, you whisper, studying the night with melancholic eyes.
“Are you sure?”
You avert your eyes from the outside world, meeting their gazes. They seem curious and maybe a little worried.
“Yeah”, you assure them.
“Are you certain?”
“You suddenly look sad.”
“No, I guess”, you study the world outside, “I guess, I’m just melancholic in a sense.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Jungkook asks.
“I guess, it’s just so weird to think that I’m actually able to see my grandparents again. Death is so final. You have your loved ones with you, thinking that they’re gonna be with you forever until one day they’re suddenly gone. It feels unreal at first because it can’t be real that they’re just gone for good, then it starts to feel urgent. Like you think that they’re on a really long journey you want them to return from because somehow in your mind you still haven’t accepted the fact that they won’t return. Then it starts to seep in and you begin to realise that there was no journey and there won’t be a return and it starts to hurt more than it already did. What am I even saying? Sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”
“Don’t apologise. Keep going.”
“I guess…I guess what I wanted to say with my stupid monologue about grief is that death is final, grief won’t ever get smaller but instead you learn to grown around it. You learn to grow with the knowledge that there was never a journey and there won’t ever be a return and that you just have to live with the fact that you can’t see them anymore”, you say and take a deep breath, “I think I learned to live with the fact that I won’t see my grandparents again, so it makes all of this feel like an unbelievable acid trip.”
“I can imagine.”
“And I thought that the things which would hurt me most to relive again are bigger moments, but it’s the smallest details that really got to me.”
“Tell us about them.”
“That my grandpa calls me his forest strider for example or that he fills the silence by calling my his girl”, you say, “when he wasn’t with me anymore, I kept clinging to the memory of his voice as he said these words and when I heard him call me like that again, I felt such a deep sting in my chest. You guys have no idea.”
“I know exactly how you felt. When I heard Jimin’s voice again for the first time after I thought I had lost him, I felt overwhelmed as well.”
“It feels so overwhelming, doesn’t it?”
“It truly does.”
“And the thing I missed most about my grandma is seeing her move her arm without problems. It sounds so silly, it really does. But during the last few years where I saw her, my grandma had problems with her right arm. She said it was from an injury in the garden, but maybe she got hurt fighting bad vampires.”
“Maybe”, Jungkook agrees, nodding his head, “poor Agatha.”
“Yes truly, it is awful to imagine.”
“It is”, you agree, “but in here, she can move her arm again and it means so much to me. You know, when she was still alive I often had dreams about her where she could move her arm again. Sometimes I was part of the dream and sometimes I stood next to it as I watched the scenes unfold. They weren’t bad dreams, but I still woke up crying each time. They left me so brokenhearted and even if my grandma was otherwise fine, I started to miss the version of her of when she was still healthy.”
“I understand these feelings. My grandpa had a stroke which left his left side paralysed. In the span of one day he went from being an able-bodied man to someone who needed help to walk. I was in my early teens when it happened and I also had many dreams where he was okay again”, Jungkook says.
“I feel so reassured knowing that you understand what I felt”, you say and scoot closer so you could rest your head on his chest, “I always felt so silly being so upset about my dreams.”
“You aren’t silly. It’s okay to grief something that changed”, Jungkook assures you as he scratches you behind your ear gently. His pulse is calm and steady. It is relaxing you.
You close your eyes halfway and reach out to touch Taehyung’s chest. He intertwines his fingers with you, but only after giving your knuckles a kiss each.
“Seeing my grandma move around freely again was the thing which overwhelmed me most”, you confess and close your eyes, “it’s the smallest details, but they really meant everything to me. It’s so unreal that I can actually experience them again and that time spent here is real in some way or the other. I really want to believe that they will remember us once we leave again and that whenever we come to visit, it will be as if they are still alive and we went to visit them.”
“Yes, I think that this will happen”, Jungkook assures you.
“I believe that we will have many more wonderful times here”, Taehyung agrees.
You smile and take a deep breath of relief.
“I’m so happy again.”
“That’s good to hear”, Taehyung says and rolls to his side. He drapes his arm around you, nuzzling his face into the back of your head. Like this you are cocooned between Jungkook and Taehyung, feeling both their heartbeats and sharing in their warmths.
“Wow, this is so cozy”, you say and giggle, “I might actually fall asleep like this.”
“It wouldn’t be that bad, would it?”
“I guess, it’s just a really tight fit”, you say.
Jungkook and Taehyung snicker, snuggling closer.
“We’ll make it work.”
“Yes, just like we make all of this work.”
“Yeah, I guess we’ll make it work”, you agree and giggle into Jungkook’s chest, “you guys are so cute.”
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Hiya! Howdy!
Id love to toss my goofy silly mailman tf2 oc in the ring if there were slots left!
His names Brodie :> Heres his toyhouse
Meet YOUR 10th Class Merc.
The Courier.
His name is Brodie
From New York! Go Yankees!
Around 32-34
6"1
Lets take alook into the past:
For a lot of his life he has committed ,,, so much fraud. So much. All of it. Mail fraud tax fraud voter fraud healthcare fraud identity fraud. Even credit card fraud when credit cards came out in 1966. Frauding it up ever since he was a kid delivering newspapers and snooping in neighbor's mail.
Eventually his fraudulent lifestyle catches up to him and lands him in prison when he suddenly became the inheritor of a minuscule fraction of Australium. And a certain group of individuals did not take too kindly to some rando getting his hands on the insanely precious resource. In order for the Australium to be ‘misplaced’, Brodie had to die. And die he did. Not long after being incarcerated, he was hanged for his many, many crimes. A bit of overkill, really, but it was apparently the only way. Plus a lot of the guards and inmates kept finding themselves in varying degrees of debt so two birds one stone. Miss Pauling herself attends the hanging to make sure Brodie does die and sure enough he is pronounced dead. As dead as it gets.
Well. Mostly.
As his soul prepares for judgment in hell, Brodie decides “I am absolutely not ready to be dead yet.” Soo he convinces Satan “hey you guys got the wrong guy. I’m blah blah blah, here’s my ID and credentials n whatnot. Here’s who you’re actually looking for” (a lie obviously) but Satan’s like “Oh shit. Um wow- this, like, never happens. Lemme…fix that real quick.” (This is intentionally left vague and about how much hell tell ya about it with changing details each time)
Back in his body, Brodie sits up, completely nakey, save for the body blanket, and startles Miss Pauling who instinctively has a gun to his face. Quickly thinking, Brodie strikes a deal; “Hey hey! Don't Shoot. Uh, listen. Technically, I was pronounced dead. Obviously you can keep whatever I was supposed to inherit, I won't even give it another thought but just lemme go - please?” Sure enough, Miss P agrees, except now Brodie has to…start over again. Which isn’t a big *deal*, but it’ll take him a minute to get back on his feet since his last identity is supposed to be cold turkey.
Though, this gives Miss P an idea. “Hey, do you want a job?”
So he’s back, babyyy.
Brodie is a new man (who legally doesn't exist) and is recruited by Mann Co to be the teams smuggler mailman and a merc when violence is needed!! Someones gotta deliver the mercs all their niche needs and all that, ya know? Someone who ain't afraid to get their hands dirty or have fingerprints or the same teeth they did before or leave any paper trail! Someone who isn't afraid to break into the next city over's local zoo and get some baboon uteri and hearts for medic, or do a 24 hr trip to Australia for Saxton hale pain tonic for sniper (so they avoid import fees), wine for spy, copious amounts of Tom Jones merch for scout, crates upon very weighty crates of ammo for Heavy, etc etc. Even just snacks from each mercs country (that Courier def sneaks bites from but dont tell anyone shhhh). Or just the pizza the mercs ordered in town.
Need something delivered? Brodie is your Courier!
(He has to as his contract states, lest he break it and is 'super killed'. No its not explained what that means but Brodie don't intend to find out.)
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He's a bit of a goofy guy. Quick witted when it comes to fraud but would ask Alexa what 4 x 12 is. His undying passion is committing petty crimes and scams and changing people's legal last names to something like "Scrotum". He's very *very* nosy and will read the merc's mail before he even gets it to them. He's got gossip to share. He loves snacks and has an awful diet consisting of gas station foods. Caffeinated soda and donuts are go-to's, especially on the road. His fav mode of transportation is on his motorcycle.
WOOF thats a long one lol
Thank you sm for ur consideration !
WELCOME ABOARD!
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Please allow me to brain dump all of my episode 5/devils minion thoughts/questions/predictions one more time before the episode comes out this weekend here. Only partially organized into something of a list:
- After the initial aborted interview, Armand is jealous that Daniel is able to connect to Louis in a way that he cannot, and he’s furious that Louis tells him about Lestat. He’s also just angry and frustrated. He’s been trying to make things up to Louis for thirty years, and their relationship has been strained for as long. And he takes it out on Daniel. I imagine the “is that was makes you fascinating?” Could easily be in response to Louis saying something like “I know I should have killed him, like we always kill the boys we sleep with, but he was just so fascinating that I didn’t want to.” And then all the jealousy that Armand has carefully stored away when Louis was imagining Lestat or choosing to sleep with another human rather than him just bubbles up to the surface.
- The more I think about it the more questions I have about Louis and Armand’s relationship (and their relationship to the absent Lestat) at this time. What caused Louis to want to do a first interview in the 70s? What happened between the 1973 and 2022 to change how he describes Lestat to Daniel so much? How and why do Louis and Daniel connect, and what does that mean for why they are repeating the interview in 2022? I am sometimes very guilty of having Armandaniel ship goggles on, I love them so so much together, and most of the further points on this list are from that lens. But I would be remiss to forget that Louis is the protagonist of this show, and that he has always been paralleled with Daniel narratively. So their connection is going to be really important, and i am also dying to understand it.
- Armand’s “I am the quiet you have been longing for” speech to Daniel is the equivalent of Santiago rooting around in his victim’s head before luring them into a willing death on stage. It’s seduction, but a seduction towards death. Armand is trying to peel Daniel apart in his anger. But somewhere along the line he gets too used to looking, too fascinated himself, to kill Daniel.
- I’m sure some of the initial anger at Daniel, and some of the initial anger at Louis, for humoring and connecting with him, has to do with Armand’s engrained respect for the great laws. Louis violates the law about not recording the history of the vampires, by talking to Daniel. He has revealed his true nature and let Daniel live, etc. part of me wonders if that’s why there’s that photo of Armand and Louis carrying Daniel when Louis is clearly being burned by doing it during the day. He made a mess, and his punishment is to do the dirty work of cleaning it up, even if Armand could take care of Daniel quickly on his own if he wanted to. I presume that eventually Armand ends up breaking rules himself around Daniel (not killing him, chiefly) which makes the forbidden aspect of their relationship all the more interesting to me.
- The two examples we have so far of Armand peering into Daniel’s memories (selling porn magazines and sleeping with a girl only if she would cover her face) speak to a combination of sexual shame, cruelty, repression, and desperation. There is something prompting Danny to sell those magazines, whether it be poverty or some hidden trauma. And Armand is familiar with that kind of relationship to sexuality. There might also be something about Daniel’s sexual brashness, as complicated as that might actually be, that feels refreshing after decades of Louis’s simmering resentment. There’s also a similarity between these early Daniel facts and Louis pulling the knife on Paul. It demonstrates a vampire-compatible personality (a certain viciousness combined with certain type of shame) while they’re both still human. And I’m sure that is fascinating to Armand.
- I’m also hoping that we’ll learn a little bit about Daniel’s childhood or backstory. I do feel like he has to be already running from something by the time he meets the vampires. He’s self medicating for sure, and I want to know why. Whenever I write about Daniel in fic I always end up coming back to his relationship to women and mothers/daughters, maybe because his daughters that he doesn’t speak to anymore in 2022 seem to loom large in absentia to me in the Dubai version of his character (especially in the ways they echo with Claudia). His disavowal of his queerness and kind of casual acceptance of the fact that he was a shitty husband does the same thing. The casual cruelty and misogyny of the bag over the head story reinforces this to me. I would love to learn more about this side of Danny, not because I think it’s a particularly good part of him, but because it’s a thing I think we’re missing in our understanding of him. It makes him grey in the same way the vampires are grey, in the same way Louis was grey before he was turned, and I want to understand it better.
- I think Louis begs Armand to stop torturing Daniel; whether or not he and Daniel actually hook up (and I kind hope they do!) I think Louis genuinely likes him. But Armand either refuses or continues to chase/torture/fall in love with Daniel behind Louis’s back. I’m not positive this is what the show is going to do, but I think it would work so well to have Daniel basically be an affair during Louis and Armand’s marriage. that information imbalance would make the drama in the penthouse more dynamic, and I think it would make sense that Armand would be looking for some kind of release, something that was just his, while he was trying to manage Louis’s moods and continued attachment to Lestat.
- I have a kind of more structural question as well, which is- how much they are gonna show us in this episode? Just from a character arc perspective, I don’t think they can end season 2 without Daniel knowing exactly why his memories were erased. That’s his dramatic question; not just what happened to me, but why do I not remember (and what does that mean for me now)? So I suspect that if we only see the first part of Devil’s minion in this episode, the torture and the stalking maybe, but we don’t get to the point where Daniel’s memories are erased, then there will be future revelations in the later episodes about happened in the 1970s. I am also wondering if the episode will be akin to a bottle episode, at least in the San Francisco section, set all over the same night in the same location. This is very play-like, so it would not surprise me if the writers room full of playwrights wrote it this way. And we’ve also only seen images and clips from the one location and the one set of costumes. If that’s the case, and we learn why Daniel’s memories were erased in this episode, that means his interaction with the vampires was actually pretty short lived, and any deeper devil’s minion stuff is gonna happen in the Dubai era if it happens at all. Because of that I either hope that the episode is less of a bottle episode than we’ve been led to believe, or that the bottle episode is only the start of a longer interaction between Daniel and Armand.
- To me Armand is like a dragon, who has been taught through repeated trauma that the only way to get what he wants is to roll over and show his vulnerable belly. Thats his dynamic with Louis; he grants him control even though he is the more powerful one because he wants to keep Louis. But Armand comes in like the monster he is to Daniel, and the fact that Daniel ends up liking him anyway, and doesn’t ask him to dim his power or appear more human or more gentle, is what makes their connection special. That’s what makes generally terrifying Danny early on necessary, the idea that he sees the absolute worst of Armand and is still somehow interested. I hope we can get to the point in this season where Daniel can articulate how attracted he is to Armand’s monstrosity. Based on the critic’s reactions I guess we’re not getting that this episode? But I live in hope that we’ll get that sentiment somehow before the season ends.
- Part of me is scared that the critics who believe that nothing romantic is going on between Daniel and Armand are somehow correct. Like, maybe we just aren’t gonna see any of that at all this season. Maybe if they have a romance at all it will just be in the Dubai timeline somewhere down the road. But then I remember the way Assad plays Armand around Daniel, and the way that he has jumped to Daniel’s aid twice (once in season 1 and once in season 2), and the “Alice wanted to say yes when you proposed but you hadn’t given her a reason to trust you” comment, which to me so clearly reads as Armand talking about himself. Surely those things don’t mean nothing.
- I love the idea that if Daniel and Armand were having an affair, Daniel asking to be turned and made into Armand’s companion would involve Armand leaving Louis, or at least breaking his trust further. That would be a huge leap for Armand because of the ways that he’s committed to and indebted to Louis because of what happened in Paris, and it makes sense to me that he wouldn’t be able to make that leap. Especially if Daniel’s addiction issues ends up transferring to vampire blood. The question of “do you really love me or do you just want to drink from me?” Is such a great doubt for a vampire to have, and I can see it really plaguing Armand, enough for him to not want to turn Daniel. I also hope we get him just in general not wanting to make fledglings because it feels like passing on a curse, and wanting to protect Daniel from the hellish parts of vampire existence by keeping him human. (I wonder if we’ll also see some kind of evolution in Louis and Armand’s relationship that will make it easier for Armand to recommit to Louis. Some kind of demonstration by Louis that he would pick Armand over Lestat if he had a choice? Something else? I’m not sure).
- I do think Daniel asking for the memory wipe himself is the most dramatically satisfying way for it to happen. Daniel being desperate for immortality, and despondent at the fact that Armand won’t turn him, and choosing to forget him instead is just so good. Especially if Armand acquiesces because he can see that his and Daniel’s connection is hurting Daniel and affecting Daniel’s mental health. It would fit with the way that Armand puts all of his partners before himself, because Armand would erase Daniel’s memory to save him, at the expense of his own broken heart. And that broken heart would explain the vacillating coldness and bitterness and affection he treats Daniel with in Dubai. And it would be an incredibly difficult realization for Dubai Daniel to have, that the person he initially thought was a monster because he committed this violation of his mind actually did so at Daniel’s own behest. This would fit with something that Eric mentioned in an interview, that Daniel realizes that he has fucked up two marriages because of the things that went down with the vampires that he cannot remember. What if the reason he could never be happily married was that he was never fully over Armand, even if he didn’t realize it? Heartbreaking. Juicy. The stuff of good drama! This is the other reason I keep reassuring myself that something romantic did happen between Daniel and Armand in the past. It changes the Dubai dynamics in ways that are simply too rich to ignore.
- I also do suspect that season 2 is gonna end with modern day Louis and Lestat being reunited. Lestat has to be around to narrate season 3 after all, and we have that tiny clip of the Loustat hug that feels modern. I’m really excited about that! But my heart breaks for Armand in that case, and I just… really hope that Daniel could be Armand’s safe place to land if Louis ends up leaving him at the end of the season.
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Sera stepped over to Emily and pulled her into a tight hug and Emily wondered why she had never felt before just how desperate her sis-her mother's hugs were? As if she were scared that each would be her last...
"I love you Emily. I love you so so much more than you will ever know. And you have no idea...just how much I wanted to tell you before. To have you calling me mom this whole time and being able to proudly claim that you're my baby...but it...it's dangerous and I can't..." Sera choked and she held Emily closer, her wings wrapping around the smaller Seraphim.
"I can't lose you. It nearly killed me to lose Carmilla...if I hadn't learned that I was pregnant with you when I did it might have killed me. If I lost you..." Sera didn't finish the sentence but Emily knew.
Emily hugs Sera tighter. The familiar feeling of the High Seraphim's wings around her -- encircling her, encasing her smaller form like a protective cocoon, like when she was a child -- communicates all the love and maternal need Sera hasn't been able to show her until now. Sera has always protected her, sheltered her, and loved her. She didn't realize exactly how much until this moment.
"It's okay," Emily says, tears beginning to fall liberally down her cheeks. "I understand now. I'm sorry, too...for how ridiculous I've been. Making demands of you, when I could see how much you were hurting. I didn't mean to bring back all these memories."
Sera bends down to Emily's height, cupping each of her cheeks in her palms, and kissing each one. She rubs a stray tear from under her daughter's eye, and looks at her. Really looks at her, like she hasn't in a long time.
"You remind me so much of her," Sera says, smiling warmly. "We used to fight sometimes like this. She always had a way of making me be honest with myself. Like I should have been with you, from the very beginning."
"It's all right, Se--Mom," Emily says, correcting herself mid-way. "I know why you did. I understand. I wouldn't have trusted little me with that kind of secret, either."
Sera laughs. An honest, guttural laugh, that brings out a snicker from Emily's own mouth, as well. Sera pushes her forehead into Emily's, until their noses practically touch. Emily can smell the comforting, heavenly scents of oils that the older angel uses every day. The ones that are so familiar from her childhood, and remind her of Sera's hugs, and her protectiveness. Sera's always been her source of safety.
"I should have told you when you were ready. I should have trusted you sooner."
"Well, I know now," Emily says. "All I ever wanted was a mom. And today, you're telling me I have two? I'm so lucky!"
Sera smiles. But then, the smile diminishes somewhat, and she pulls away again. Sera looks off into the middle distance, staring longingly at something, somewhere, that Emily cannot see. She can tell Sera is thinking about Carmilla at that moment. She also realizes that every other time Sera has made this particular expression...she'd probably been thinking about Carmilla then, too.
How awful it must have been, Emily thinks, to see the person you love go through something like that.
Emily hugs Sera again, tightly around the waist. She cannot change what happened in the past, but maybe she can help her mother forget it for a while, if only for a moment.
"I love you, Mom," Emily says, saying that word like she's said it a million times. She probably has, she thinks, inside her own head.
"I love you, too, sweetheart," Sera says, crying again, and rubbing Emily's soft hair. "I love you so much."
#hazbin hotel#sera hazbin hotel#carmilla carmine#seramilla#emily hazbin hotel#ask#anon#fan theories#fallen angels lies and love au
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your tags on that lou vampire video are so good please tell me more 🧛♂️
you mean this post. ok, so here’s a refresh:
#AU where actor!tommy is in the middle of taping a screen test when the crew gets attacked by vamps- and he doesn't just get #attacked. he gets turned. and the tape somehow survives and years later buck stumbles upon it- maybe he's a pi or investigative #journalist or maybe he's trying to track down the thing that killed his brother (spoiler alert: it was the vamp that turned tommy #-but buck wrongly thinks that tommy was the one who killed daniel). and this could go one of two ways: either buck has already #crossed paths with tommy by chance and had no clue who or what he was -and MAYBE tommy planned it bc he's keeping tabs #on evan bc he knows evan is tracking tommy's maker and he wants to keep evan from getting hurt (because btw: tommy is #a good vmapire; he doesn't kill people. only drinks donated blood + animals etc.) so buck finds the tape and is like: ??!!! #i met that guy!! and proceeds to track him down with intent to kill but ALSO he's slightly kinda hesitant bc they had A Moment #and tommy was sweet and kind and handsome and— no. it must've been an act..
OR: there's the version of events where #buck finds the tape and tracks down this tommy guy knowing what he is when they first meet BUT tommy has no idea who evan is. #and maybe they're in a bar and evan flirts his way into tommy's company and tommy is just vibing yknow? and then they're#leaving together and buck is about to strike- but then tommy smells something and ends up saving buck from another vamp #-one who still works for tommy's maker- who is trying to kill buck before buck finds him. anyway tommy shows his strength #+ speed + healing + fangs during the altercation so he knows he can't hide from evan anymore but he insists he doesn't hurt humans. #and buck.. doesn't reveal what he knows. he chooses to play the long game bc maybe tommy can also lead him to his maker #and he can end them all. of course that means working together in the meantime: cue buck reluctantly falling for tommy #and refusing to admit it and hating himself for feeling any fondness for tommy. he doesn't trust tommy he can't— and he has a bit #of a breakdown and tommy is like: what's going on?? are you ok?? and buck gets angry and lashes out that tommy killed his brother #-so much for waiting for the opportune moment. but tommy.. looks horrified (for buck) and also confused. but neither of them #have time to dwell on that bc they're both being hunted. tommy saves buck again but buck can't do this- he doesn't kill tommy but #he goes his own way to track down tommy's maker. tommy warns him it's dangerous but buck doesn't heed it-
which results in buck #soon being kidnapped and hurt and partially drained by the vamp lackeys. he tries to get free but he's too weak. but then tommy is there #he rescues buck and saves his life and kills all but one of the vamps bc he wants info on his maker; he practically tortures the thing #but it works he gets the info while evan watches on. and tommy promised he'd spare the vamp- he lied. he kills it and evan is like: ? #i thought u said u weren't a killer. and tommy just: i'm not. but they hurt you. and buck just: .... he lets that mindfuckery sink in. #and then maybe tommy opens up to buck -maybe buck insists he share- about the night tommy was turned and more. #anyway. now they pair up to track down tommy's maker and end him. and they're both so reluctant to fall in love... but it happens anyway.
this lou photoshoot (specifically this wet shirt pic) actually inspired some vamp thoughts a few weeks ago, but more of an older vampire tommy not one who was only turned a few decades ago per the above tag rambles. and this leather-clad lou photoshoot inspires a badboy vampire mafia vibe.
but the above rambles? this is the vibe of tommy after he was first turned:
and then, a few decades later, i’m thinking of a more casual looking tommy (like this lou photoshoot) who blends in with the crowd but is still suave af:
as for buck? he’s lowkey but with a few tight-sleeve shirts ofc..
i give you my visuals nonny bc i don't have anything else in mind for the plot, except to say there would be plenty of canon faces scattered throughout. gerrard was probably tommy's maker. hen and chim and the rest make appearances as humans. happy ending with buck and tommy getting together, but i envision a rather angsty plot with some sunshine threaded through.
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