#I will wait for it forever even though I know there’s a very low chance of it happening
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i'll kill a small child for the flora bingo bestie /lh
I’d kill a small child for Flora period
Kind of a bingo? Almost? Maybe a bingo?
She’s soooo… I’ve talked about her so much on here but you can’t have enough.
She needs her own game, okay? She needs that good sweet development and to not be the damsel in distress all the time. Give her that autonomy and interesting character traits. Usually when people say, “the fanon version of this character is the valid one, the canon one sucks and we fixed them” I’m like ew no you didn’t, but she’s the exception. Fanon Flora is so good and true. People always give her interesting hobbies and wits and a sense of humor, but in canon she’s just The Girl One but naïve.
Flora’s a prime example of “shouldn’t they be a bit more fucked up over this?” She’s been through so much messed up junk that you’d think she’d have a villain arc like all those rich guys, but instead she’s going in the professor’s direction where she’s being constructive and optimistic about it. Not that villain!Flora isn’t the AU of all time. I wish they’d make something of these parallels, but instead the professor just ignores Flora “for her own good”. They don’t even tie that into the effect of his traumas like they easily could.
There is so much to work with. She likes murder novels. She isn’t intimidated by many scary situations in a (Disney’s) Rapunzel-like way. She’s an orphan who grew up in a tower in a fake village full of robot people built to raise her. How’s that for a backstory. She sees everything as an adventure. She likes dragons. She’s a Baroness with a huge inheritance. Paul used to be her enemy, but in UF he says he’s only helping Layton for her sake.
But canon only focuses on her silly girl character traits. She loves to cook but she’s so bad at it ahaha. She doesn’t know proper running form and no one’s gonna teach her so she runs like princess peach. She gets kidnapped all the time and has to be saved. She only solves a few puzzles, and none of them are really important. In the JP version she has a crush on Layton. He doesn’t even consider her as part of his family, she stays in his office? and they never explain what happens to her after UF.
Like come on! Focus on her bravery and optimism! Have her problems adjusting to normal society be a plot point that she overcomes! She’d be so good as someone who actually helps solve the mysteries and, y’know, has helpful traits.
I don’t remember who came up with the hc that she has a messed up sense of taste from growing up in robot society, but they’re a genius. One of my biggest Flora headcanons is that she’s disabled which is why her father focused so much on protecting her, paying for her whole future life, and hiding her away until someone can come take care of her. Also why Layton is so scared of letting her go out while he’s fine with Luke going on dangerous adventures after he literally died. It could explain why she’s seemingly frail and prone to tripping and falling a lot. I also hc that she’s into studying the very realistic robot stuff and that she becomes a mystery solver like the Laytons as an adult.
If I had any energy or attention span I could write a billion fics about her. I was cleaning out my tablet earlier this week and found a bunch of doodles of her. I still don’t understand why they never made a spin-off for her and instead made new characters, just isn’t clicking. My girl.
#professor layton#flora reinhold#layton series#layton#pl#curious village spoilers#ask game#The Flora Game is my personal Rhythm Thief sequel#I will wait for it forever even though I know there’s a very low chance of it happening#and if it does happen it might not even be good at all#but in my fanon heart Flora is so cool and badass and smart and fun
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where we left off. (hinata shoyo x reader)
summary: “you confess because you think you will never see him again, so it doesn’t matter ” - for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions
word count: 1981
tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass s @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties
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There is a light in Shoyo that just won’t dim. Not that you want it to. It’s your favorite thing about him.
There are ten million reasons to like Shoyo (though Tsukishima would disagree and say he can barely find one. He’s lying. No one can dislike Shoyo. It’s not possible). But you like him for the simple reason that he is the best person you have ever met. He is dedicated and kind, loyal and friendly. You have known him since your first year in high school, and you have seen him face every adversity that comes his way with full confidence and optimism.
It’s no wonder you’re hopelessly in love with him. How could you not be? Shoyo entered your life and made everything ten times brighter and easier to deal with. From day one, he was your confidant and your cheerleader. In all those three years, Shoyo stood by you like you stood by him. You had grown by leaps and bounds with him as your friend.
Friend.
The sun was low in the sky, spreading a warm orange light over the clouds as it set. The color reminds you of Shoyo’s hair, and you have to curse yourself. It seems you can never stop thinking about him, and the world is adamant on making sure you didn’t even try to. You sigh and lean back on the bench you were seated on, closing your eyes and mentally preparing yourself for what was coming.
High school graduation had come and gone. Tomorrow, Shoyo will leave for Brazil. For two years minimum. And who knows? He says he will return, but there is a very real chance he won’t. An up-and-coming volleyball player like him, he could be snatched up by a local club. Or he could fall in love with beach volleyball and continue living there so he could keep playing it.
Two years is a long time for a person to change. You can change. He can change. You can’t trust yourself to leave this until then. Now, before Shoyo leaves, you will confess to him all of your closely guarded feelings. Before he potentially leaves your life for good, he has to know that he is the reason you are where you have gotten.
Heavy footsteps slowly fade in, making you turn your head to follow the sound. You spot Shoyo barreling down the sidewalk towards you, skidding to an abrupt halt when he reaches your bench. He takes a few deep breaths before grinning wide, and just the sight of his million watt smile has your own lips tugging up to return the gesture.
“Ready for dinner?”
Homey, comforting ramen is Shoyo’s choice of last meal in Japan. You both trudge into his usual ramen place, one that he loved to frequent often after practice. He talks your ear off all the way there, telling you about his day. He had been getting his affairs in order, saying goodbye to all the important people and packing up some last minute stuff. You let him catch you up to every tiny detail, (He is like that. He doesn’t like leaving anything out) and you hum along to his stories.
When steaming bowls of ramen are set down before you is when Shoyo finally shuts up, instead choosing to immediately wolf it down. You watch him with blatant adoration in your eyes. You know you do, and you don’t bother to hide it. Sharing this one last moment with him, you don’t want to hold back. This might be the last time you can look at him in leisure. So you drink him in the best you can, trying to seal this moment in your memory forever.
“Are you excited for beach volleyball?”
He nods around a mouthful of noodles. “I have just two years to learn it, so I’m a bit nervous. But I can’t wait to start!”
You smile at his usual unending enthusiasm. “You’ll be great, Shoyo. I have never met someone as hardworking as you.”
And there is that smile again, so bright you almost have to squint to withstand it. He was so different from how he was in first year. He had come such a long way in just three years. Imagine how much he would change after two years in a completely foreign country, on the other side of the world.
You can feel your shoulders drop.
After dinner, Shoyo insists on dessert and you both end up getting ice pops. He finishes his before you can even take one bite of your own, and then ends up finishing half of yours as well when you tell him you are full and he can have it. No wonder he has unending stamina. He eats the food of three people. You smile at the thought.
As per routine, Shoyo walks you home afterward. The sun has fully set by this time, and the streetlights periodically illuminate the two of you as you walk along the sidewalk. Your figures cast long, moving shadows on the concrete, and you keep your eyes on them as you walk. Shoyo is humming something under his breath, occasionally breaking the silence to comment on something. You bask in the moment.
When you slow to a stop at your front door, you realise it is finally time to do what you had been psyching yourself up for all this time.
“I have something to say.” You comment. Shoyo blinks and nods, encouraging you to continue. You take a deep breath.
“For the last three years, you’ve been the best person in my life. By a long shot. I can’t believe I met someone like you. You’re always so supportive, Shoyo, and you’ve really helped me be the best version of myself.”
You cringe at your corny statements, but Shoyo’s face has softened. He stays silent. You muscle on.
“I like you. A lot. A lot. And before you leave, I just wanted you to know this.”
Because I may never see you again. You let the last sentence die in your throat.
Shoyo looks down at the ground, fiddling with his hands a bit. You realize you have made him nervous. And no wonder. You just dumped a huge revelation on him the day before he leaves the country.
“You don’t have to say anything!” You add on, as soon as Shoyo opens his mouth to speak, trying to soothe his nerves. “I don’t want you to reciprocate. I just wanted to tell you all this before you left.”
You step forward to wrap him into a hug, feeling him freeze at the gesture. You don’t let yourself linger, pulling away mere seconds later. Shoyo opens and closes his mouth like a fish. You giggle.
“Do your best in Brazil, Shoyo. I’m counting on you.”
And then you pull open the door, shutting it behind yourself with one last smile at his surprised face.
……………………
Tokyo is a big city, and you lose yourself in the hustle and bustle of it.
Miyagi was quiet, peaceful, and you knew more or less everyone there. In contrast, Tokyo is continuously moving, and you have to run to keep up with it. It’s a big change, going from Tokyo to Miyagi, but it is a welcome one. You can feel how you change and blossom along with the city.
Your apartment is small. One bedroom, open kitchen, tiny bathroom. It’s a starter apartment and you are still a student, so it doesn’t matter. Every night, you cook yourself a modest meal and plop yourself down in front of the television, continuing some show you have been watching for the last few days. Afterwards, you have a warm cup of tea and then begin your nightly routine, ready for classes the next day.
Today that routine is disrupted by loud knocking on the door.
You pause your chewing, reaching for the remote to mute the TV. You don’t hear any sound, not even shuffling, but ten seconds later you hear another, longer knock. Sighing, you set your bowl down on the coffee table and throw your blanket off, trudging to the door. When you look through the peephole, all you see is one shoulder. You roll your eyes at the person who chose to not stand in your view.
You undo the lock and pull the door open, immediately freezing on the spot.
He has grown so much taller, and broader. His skin holds a wonderful bronze tan, and his hair is shorter than the last time you saw him. But his smile is the same. Bright and blinding, endlessly welcoming. Your heart skips.
“Hi.” He breathes. His voice is deeper too. A little scratchier. You continue to stare, mouth agape. You cannot believe it, and your brain cannot process it.
“Shoyo…” Your grip on the doorframe tightens. A small silence extends between you two. Shoto shifts a bit.
“Can I come in?” He asks sheepishly.
You abruptly jerk back, nodding vigorously. “Of course! Sorry, sorry. Come in.”
You allow Shoyo to pass through the threshold, toeing his shoes off and stacking them next to your own before looking back at you expectantly. You lead him into the living room, mind racing with a thousand thoughts.
He was back. From Brazil. Taller and tanned and just as bright. And he’s back. You reel with the revelation.
“How have you been?” He asks, seating himself on the couch and looking up at you with a small smile. He seems…. calmer somehow. More present instead of how flighty he used to be. More grounded. You nod a bit.
“I’m- I’ve been good. You?”
“Me too.”
“Okay good.”
Awkward silence stretches between you two. You feel your face heat up.
“I’m going to make tea!” You announce, bustling towards the kitchen before Shoyo can protest, trying not to think about the last conversation you had with him right before he left, over two years ago.
Once you settle before him with two steaming hot cups, the awkward air disperses a bit. You aren’t surprised. It always did with Shoyo. He had a talent like this. You ask him about Brazil and he goes on a whole storytime for it, telling you about the vast beaches and the burning sun. How much he learned and how much he changed.
That part is true, you can tell. Shoyo has changed. But despite all that, you can feel the way your heart skips, the way your palms get clammy. All those old feelings are coming back, and you cannot stop them. As you watch the way Shoyo laughs and reminisces with you, you’re not sure you want to.
A lull hits after Shoyo stops talking, and you watch as he fiddles with his hands a bit before speaking again, his voice lower this time, more serious.
“Can we….. pick up where we left off?” He doesn’t glance up at you, playing with his hands.
You blink at his words, trying to process them. He gives you a crooked smile that lights your nerves on fire.
“You never let me reply that day. And…. I didn’t think I should either, because I was leaving. But now…”
He trails off, you feel your breath catch. Is he implying what you think he is? You try not to get your hopes up, but Shoyo’s next words seal the deal.
“I like you tons.”
You can’t help your breathless laugh at his choice of words. Your skin buzzes. Shoyo scoots closer to you. You let him. His leg brushes against yours and you can feel the way electricity zips through you at the feeling.
“I like you tons too.”
Ten minutes later, when Shoyo drags huge suitcases into your lobby from outside your front door, you realize he came here straight from the airport. And it only makes you love him more.
#hinata shouyou#hinata shoyo x reader#hinata shoyo haikyuu#hinata shoyo x you#hinata shoyo fluff#hinata shoyo fanfiction#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#hq fluff#hinata shōyō
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Golden Hour (for @starrylothcat)
NSFW (MINORS DNI)
AN: This is a gift for @starrylothcat as thanks for reading over my veRY long fic for the clone fic exchange--THANK U SO MUCH AGAIN and I really hope I did this prompt justice to thank u properly ahh HUNTER IS SUCH A DOLL and indulging in island life with Hunter ohhh what a dream skldhfls PLEASE ENJOY and thank u so much again ♥♥
Relationships: Hunter x Fem Jedi!Reader
Summary: You and Hunter have always harbored feelings for one another, but the galaxy always had something more pressing for the two of you to focus on. Now that you've arrived on Pabu, it seems you finally have a chance to be honest with yourselves and share how you truly feel... nerve-wracking as that may be.
Warnings: sweet to start, leading to smut (oral m! receiving, unprotected piv sex) (@starrylothcat said "I’m ok with some smutty smut kissy kissy too" aND I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO MUCH SMUTTY SMUT KISSY KISSY slkdhflkdsh)
Word Count: 3.5k
After months of running from the Empire, after years of war, Pabu was a dream.
The setting sun painted the calm, sprawling ocean warm orange and red. Standing outside the little bungalow you’d been staying in, the breeze rolling through your hair, you felt like the star of some sappy holovid–certainly a far cry from the role of Jedi General that you used to play.
The scene reminded you of the sunset over Coruscant, memories from back in your youth when you’d actually been able to enjoy such a sight. Having the time–the freedom–to enjoy it again now… you weren’t sure how to feel.
Pabu really was a dream. But much like your fondest dreams, you struggled to grow too attached, knowing you’d inevitably wake up. You always did.
Still, it was nice to pretend, even if it couldn’t last. You had a quaint home, your beloved squad (who had found plenty to enjoy about the island, themselves)... why couldn’t you be happy, just for a little while?
“I was wondering where you’d run off to…”
A bitter smile formed on your lips. Whether he knew it or not, he was one of your lingering reservations.
Hunter ascended the stone stairway, making his way to your side and leaning against the half-wall of the balcony.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked.
“Seems like you already have,” you teased.
Hunter chuckled. His gaze turned out to the ocean, but yours remained on him for a moment. Though he looked perfectly at peace, you could feel a buried tension within him through the Force.
“This place sure is something, isn’t it?” he remarked.
“Yeah,” you nodded, “it’s nice, finally getting a chance to relax. We all needed it.”
Hunter hummed in agreement, before falling silent. Still, he wouldn’t–or couldn’t–meet your gaze. With the way his eyes darted, and his lips pursed, you could tell he struggled with what to say next. The silence overstayed its welcome, until finally, he spoke.
“You know, being here has me… thinking about things.”
“Oh?”
You hated this game you played with one another, this dance around a truth that both of you pretended not to know. With your Force sensitivity and his heightened senses, you shared an understanding of one another that no one else could comprehend. On the battlefield, it made working in tandem a breeze. Off the battlefield–where it was just the two of you with no distractions–it made denying this thing between you nigh impossible.
You only wish one of you would be brave enough to spit it out. And though the thought gripped your heart with panic, Pabu clearly filled Hunter with courage.
“I think Shep was right,” he sighed. “If there was anywhere I’d want to lie low and settle down, this would be it.”
You nodded, your gaze falling.
“We could certainly do worse,” you noted, though your disheartened expression didn’t match your words. You knew he couldn’t stall forever. You only wish you had any idea of how you’d respond once he broached the subject.
Quiet fell over you again, the gentle island breeze deafening in comparison. You waited for Hunter to speak, not bold enough to break the silence yourself. Eventually, you heard not his voice, but a frustrated sigh.
And to your utmost surprise, his gloved hand boldly took yours.
Face burning red, you looked up at Hunter–only to find him looking back at you, brow furrowed and eyes intense. You could feel his heart racing through the Force, but he didn’t falter, braving his fears to hold your gaze. That was the man you would gladly lay down your life for.
The man you had fallen in love with.
“Listen… I know this won’t be easy to hear–it’s certainly not easy to say,” he began, straightforward and blunt now, “but… we need to talk. About us.”
Just as he promised, it wasn’t easy to hear. You pouted slightly, though you kept your eyes on his.
“What about us?” you feigned.
Hunter narrowed his gaze.
“You know what.”
Though panic tried to bubble up in your chest, Hunter’s hand squeezing yours anchored you in the moment.
“If there was ever a time for us to try being more than what we are now, this is it,” he pressed.
Despite his vote of confidence, doubts still nagged at the back of your mind. You pursed your lips, grappling with your words.
“I don’t know, Hunter…” you mumbled.
Hunter stepped closer to you. He faced you now, and you faced him in turn. Gently, he took your other hand into his grasp, keeping his eyes focused solely on you.
“Look… I know you’re scared–and believe me, I’m scared, too,” he sighed. He frowned, his eyes pleading with you as he continued. “But what scares me more is the thought of going my whole life never showing you what you really mean to me.”
Moving even closer, his lips mere inches from yours, he set a hand gently on your cheek. Despite your words of hesitation, you leaned into his touch with ease. His thumb ran along your cheekbone as he gazed upon your face with such affection and warmth.
“I’m not going to force you to do anything, but if you’re willing… I want to try,” he said. “You’re worth it. We’re worth it.”
Having heard your whole life that forming attachments would lead only to suffering, the fear that possessed you in that moment made every bit of sense. Still, you knew that Hunter was being truthful to say you were not alone in your worries. From both the clones’ training and his own reservations, the thought of forming ties with you filled him with fear, all the same. Yet, he wished to brave that fear for you. It was one of many things you loved about him–that he could look fear in the eyes and push through it without question.
And if you could brave a thousand droids to keep him safe, you could brave this unknown–especially if he braved it with you.
Swallowing your fear, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to Hunter’s as you’ve longed to for years now.
Hunter didn’t waste a moment, readily sweeping you into his arms as the kiss deepened. His hands gripped at your waist as though he feared losing hold of you somehow, but with your arms draped over his shoulders, hands tangled in his hair, you made it clear you were there to stay. On this beautiful island, with the love of your life… where else would you rather be than here?
When at last you broke away, your eyes fluttered open, relieved to see Hunter smiling back at you. He pressed his forehead to yours, and you beamed.
“Can’t say how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he grinned.
“Not as long as I have, I bet,” you teased.
Hunter dotted a small peck on your lips, before heaving a sigh–not of frustration this time, but one of content. For a moment, you simply held one another, basking in the glow of the sun and the warmth of your love. After a while, you went to speak again, but before you could, the lanterns around you flickered on, illuminating you and the rest of the island as dusk faded to night.
“Guess that’s my cue,” Hunter chuckled. “I should get going, but… I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
Hunter stepped away from you, but couldn’t go much further–not when your hands took hold of his. He looked back at you with surprise, only to find you pouting… and blushing.
“I… I want you to stay,” you murmured.
Hunter’s eyes went wide, but soon enough, he found his confidence–confidence made much worse by your bashfulness. It was rare for him to have a leg up on you, and he seemed eager to enjoy it while he could.
“Well, I’d love to, but… it’s getting late–I need to get back to my bungalow,” he sighed dramatically. His grin widened as he continued. “That is… unless you think there’s somewhere else I could sleep…”
You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him and frowning. Your expression told him all he needed to know: stop being such a smartass and stay the night. Unable to resist you, he chuckled, drawing you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“All right, all right; I’ll stay,” he conceded. “You won’t hear me complaining, that’s for sure…”
Smiling again, you kissed him once more, keeping his hand in yours as you led him toward the door of your place.
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When you went inside, a small feeling of comfort came over you at the sight of your little bungalow. By all accounts, it was barren, save for the furniture that Shep and the locals had been kind enough to supply you with. You’d strewn around a few knick knacks you’d picked up in your travels with the Batch, along with some decorations you’d bought on Pabu itself. But even lightly decorated, it was the closest thing to a home you’d had since the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.
“Nice place,” Hunter teased, looking over the ‘nothing’ that comprised your humble residence. “Lived here long?”
As you locked the door behind you, you rolled your eyes. You turned to him with a smirk, draping your arms around his neck once more.
“Actually, I just moved in,” you answered, grin widening as his hands found your hips. “In fact, I was thinking just this morning about how it could use some breaking in…”
Hunter looked you over, his expression caught somewhere between love and lust.
“Heh… I think I could lend you a hand there,” he chuckled.
Boldly, Hunter lifted you into his arms, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he met you in another kiss–though one far hungrier than what you’d shared before. He carried you over to the bed, laying you down on the plush white covers before parting from you with a kiss on the forehead.
“Here, let me get these out of your way,” he said, getting to work removing the bulky armor pieces that he wore even over his so-called civilian attire. You watched him intently as he shuffled piece after piece onto the floor, until at last the clothes beneath were all that remained. When he reached for the bottom of his shirt and peeled it off over his shoulders, he met your gaze with a smirk.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.
With a bright smile, you could only nod. You and Hunter had caught glimpses of one another in various states of undress before–living aboard a ship as cramped as the Marauder was bound to lead to that. But watching him strip fully before you–and for you, at that–thrilled you far more than an absent glance at his shirtless figure as he left the shower. No, at last, he was finally yours to see… though “seeing” was far from all you wished to do.
Now stripped to just his pants, Hunter returned to you, his lips finding yours again with ease. His body felt hot against your skin, but when his fingers trailed beneath the hem of your shirt, you shivered. You had gotten in the habit of dressing down on Pabu, enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze of island life. But while it made Hunter’s job of undressing you that much easier, it left you feeling that much more vulnerable.
Gently, Hunter worked your cropped shirt off your shoulders, his lips parting from yours as the fabric crossed between the two of you. Seeing you bare before him, Hunter’s eyes widened. A blush flooded your cheeks, and you looked away, ready to make a snarky remark about his staring. But when his hands found your chest, your words left you, replaced with a shaky whimper.
“Hunter…!” you gasped as his fingers sunk into the softness of your skin. Though rough from years of combat, his hands treated you so carefully. His caressing filled you with warmth, and you could tell he was enjoying himself just as much.
“I just can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he remarked. With a chuckle, he added, “And I can’t believe I’m finally lucky enough to tell you.”
With one parting kiss on your lips, his mouth moved down your body to lavish your breasts with attention. He latched onto one of your nipples, holding it gently between his teeth as his tongue swirled around it. You could hardly handle the sensation, short of breath with every purse of his lips against your skin, but it seemed he still had more in mind.
One of his hands trailed slowly down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. Pressing lightly, but still firmly enough to drive you crazy, he began tracing tight circles on your panties–right over the place you craved his touch the most.
“Hunter!” you gasped again. Between his mouth and his fingers, it was no wonder your face burned. “Kriff, Hunter…”
His eyes practically glowed in the low light, doing nothing to help your flustered state when they peered up at you. He plucked his lips from your chest, smirking that awful smirk as he continued teasing you with his fingers.
“You’re already soaked,” he whispered, lips pressed to your ear in a way that far from helped the matter. “I’m guessing you’ve been hoping for this as much as I have…”
While any other night you’d be content to lose yourself in this attention, he guessed correctly–you had been hoping for this as much, and as long, as he had. Which meant, unfortunately for him, that you were far from ready to give in.
Mustering up your strength, you threw your weight around him, rolling him over so that he rested beneath you, with you straddling his hips. Though his eyes went wide, you smirked down at him, running a hand through that beautiful, long hair of his.
“Where do you get off, showing me all this attention?” you purred, fingers tracing down his muscular chest.
Finding a smirk to match yours, Hunter tugged you closer by your hips. Between your legs, you could feel just how achingly hard he’d grown.
“I think you know where,” he snarked back.
Rolling your eyes, you backed off of him, pulling his pants down to his thighs as you went. When his length was finally exposed to you, you could hardly contain your excitement. You took hold of him, delighting in the way his expression turned when you began to stroke his shaft.
“Ah… just like that,” he breathed, losing himself in the rhythmic pumping you spoiled him with. Though he seemed to enjoy this plenty, you had other plans in mind.
“Hm… just like this?” you asked, your playful tone causing him to raise an eyebrow at you. Boldly, you leaned in closer to his length. “But what about this?”
Before he could speak, your lips pressed against his tip, catching his words in his throat. With a swirl of your tongue around his head, you opened your mouth, taking his cock inside and sucking on him. The precum that flowed from his length coated your tongue, and you readily coaxed more from him with every bob of your head.
Hunter’s breath hitched in his chest, and his moans only made you more eager to please him. While one of his hands gripped at the white comforter beneath him, the other tangled itself in your hair, keeping it out of your face so he could watch your lips descend on his cock over and over. Each time you’d glance at him, the hunger in his eyes made you ache between your hips.
When your lips met the base of his cock–when you felt the tip probe against your throat–Hunter gasped.
“Fuck, cyare!”
His hand tightened in your hair, pulling your mouth from his length with an unceremonious pop. When you looked up at him, you found his eyes half-lidded with lust, a red haze tinting his tanned cheeks.
“Ride me,” he begged, a rasp in his voice that sent a shiver through your body.
With a wordless nod, you straddled his hips, aching to be filled by him just as he ached to fill you. You lined him up with your opening, only hesitating when you felt his hands settle on your hips. He flashed a smile at you–one you matched with ease.
Then, carefully, you set yourself down on his length. You descended with agonizing patience, until you finally bottomed out against his hips. His cock filled you so perfectly, your walls gripping him as though you might never let him go. Not that he wanted to go anywhere–judging by the way he clung to your hips so hard you worried they might bruise, he seemed content to stay buried inside of you for the rest of time.
“Mm, Hunter…” you breathed. With your hands planted firmly on his shoulders, you started to ride him, whimpering as you moved. “I didn’t think you would feel this good.”
Through his breathless moans, he chuckled.
“You didn’t?” he teased.
You bit your lip and grinned back at him.
“Is it so hard to believe you could surpass my every fantasy, Sergeant?” you asked.
Hunter smirked. “I guess not…”
Catching you by surprise, Hunter thrusted against your hips as you rode him, nearly knocking the air out of you and filling your eyes with stars.
“But then again, I think you know better than to underestimate me.”
In no time at all, you found yourself limp against Hunter’s chest, face buried in the crook of his neck. His arms held you firmly against him by your waist as he pounded his cock into you over and over, dizzying you with delight. As he fucked you, he pressed his lips to your head, whispering sweet nothings against you between his labored moans.
You’re beautiful.
I’m all yours.
Let me take care of you, cyare.
And take care of you he did. By the time you neared your peak, you lay beneath him, your fingers raking down his toned back. The tension mounted between your hips with every thrust, made worse with his thumb drawing rhythmic circles on your clit.
“Hunter,” you moaned between languid kisses on his neck, “I’m close…”
“Me, too,” he sighed. “Where do you want me, love?”
You gazed intently into his eyes, your forehead on his.
“Inside,” you whispered without a moment’s thought.
With a nod, Hunter’s lips met yours, and he buried himself in you over and over until you could scarcely handle it. Breathless, your chest seized. You grasped onto him, nails digging into his skin as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Waves of ecstasy rippled through your core, your cunt fluttering around Hunter’s cock in such a way that fulfilling your desire was all but an inevitability for him. He filled you with his cum, your name parting from his lips as he met his end.
For all the battles you had endured at his side, you had never once seen Hunter this breathless. He trembled, held up by just his forearms, looking into your eyes with all the love in the galaxy. Only once he’d met you in one last loving kiss did he pull out of you, collapsing at your side and drawing you into his embrace.
The two of you shared in silence once again–though this time, not one filled by an unspoken tension between you. Instead, it was one of understanding, of comfort. A silence shared between two souls who understood one another, finally laid bare after hiding for so long.
Eventually, you smiled, giggling quietly–much to Hunter’s amusement.
“What’s so funny?” he smirked, squeezing your hips playfully.
Looking up at him with bright eyes, you bumped your nose against his.
“Nothing. I just… can’t believe it took us this long,” you confessed.
Hunter chuckled. “Believe me: if I’d known you would react like that, I would’ve worked up the courage to say something a long time ago…”
Rolling your eyes, you draped your arms over Hunter’s shoulders, luring him in for another soft, sweet kiss.
“Well… I’m just happy we’re trying now,” you sighed.
Though you had more to say, a quiet yawn interrupted your thoughts. Hunter helped you beneath the covers, plenty worn out himself. By now, night had fully fallen over Pabu, and the quiet back-and-forth of the tide beckoned both of you to rest.
“I’m happy, too,” Hunter said, voice hushed as his fingers worked soothingly through your hair. “Even if it’s hard to admit… I think we both deserve it.”
With a warm smile, you nestled against Hunter’s chest, adoring the way his body kept you warm and protected from the night air.
“I do, too…” you mumbled, fading fast now. “Good night, Hunter… sweet dreams.”
Hunter smiled, closing his eyes with his lips pressed against your head.
“Yeah… sweet dreams,” he whispered.
AN: Thank you for reading!! I feel like this fic got away from me LOL but nonetheless I hope you enjoyed we love soft Hunter mwah mwah!~~✨✨
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RWRB FirstPrince Everything Else Fic Recs
These are some canon divergence, some sad things, unique things. Click below to see the favorites I couldn't fit anywhere else, but needed to share.
Can't Help Falling by beck17. G, 1.2k. “Since New Years?”
Henry asks the question so quietly, Alex almost didn’t hear it.
An idea sparked from the subtle look Henry gave Alex after the latter told Zahra their relationship had been going on since New Years.
We're all the way up by @clottedcreamfudge. T, 1.4k. "Just making sure you don't try to run the moment I bring up a very specific topic," Pez says lightly, hopping up onto a low table and swinging his legs like a child.
"The topic of me loosening up and attempting to have a good time at a party?" Henry asks blandly, and Pez rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically.
"The topic of you quite clearly sneaking off with dearest Alexander, presumably to do things I must immediately hear about in excruciating detail. Spare no expense in the retelling; I want to feel it."
I can't breathe, if you're not there by softcinnamonroll. T, 2k. One moment, Alex was laughing at some joke Henry had made, and then the next there was a loud noise from the TV and the livestream cut out, leaving Alex alone in their dark living room. At first, Alex was sure there had just been a power cut, or some technical difficulties that caused the stream to cut out, but then the messages and BREAKING NEWS notifications started pouring in.
BREAKING NEWS: Explosion at Prince Henry of Wales Charity Event. Casualties Unknown.
You Must Allow Me To Tell You by @everwitch-magiks. T, 2.4k. “I don’t suppose there's any chance you’d like to marry me, Alex?”
Alex blinks. Then he starts to grin. “Right. Funny. What were you actually gonna say?”
“... I wasn’t making a joke.”
Alex waits for a beat — there’s gotta be a punchline here somewhere — but it doesn’t come. Henry is still watching him expectantly. He looks terrifyingly sincere.
“You’re actually serious?”
“Yes.”
“You’re proposing to me?”
“I am, yes.”
“But you don’t even know me.”
“Astute observation.” Henry tilts his head to the side. “I can’t help but notice that you have yet to decline?”
Henry has a proposal. Alex has trouble remembering why he shouldn't accept.
It's Always One Step Forward, And Three Steps Back. by @alxclightwood. G, 2.8k. He was fine, he didn’t need to sleep.
He blinked several times, desperately trying to force his eyes open. But it was inevitable that there would come a time his eyes drifted closed, and didn’t open again.
What he didn’t anticipate however, was his blood sugars dropping whilst he slept, with no alarm to wake him to fix it.
you took the time to memorize me (my fears, my hopes, my dreams) by @coffeecatsme. T, 2.9k. “I know what you’re doing.”
Alex crosses his arms, arching his brow. Henry, to his credit, looks completely unimpressed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really?” Alex wets his lips, enjoying Henry’s eyes following the movement, and lets a smile take over his face. He takes a step, closer to Henry, practically trapping him in front of the little coffeeshop.
“The ice skating,” Alex continues, taking another step, and he’s pretty much flush with Henry’s chest. Even though Henry tries to keep an impassive look, his eyes are glimmering under the afternoon light—he knows damn well what Alex is talking about. “The fire station. Indoor fucking skydiving.” He pokes Henry in the chest and grins. “You’re making my childhood dreams come true.”
Or, 4 times Henry makes Alex's childhood dreams come true, and 1 time he has to get creative.
Do we still have forever? by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. M, 3k. Alex has a sudden, serious allergic reaction, and Henry can't help but think about losing him.
Powerless by floatingaway4. T, 3k. “Do you know what I’ve had to put up with in the last twelve hours?”
Henry wants to point out that in that same twelve hours he’s had his body sliced open and an organ removed, but this doesn’t seem to be the time. He also got to sleep through his experience, while Alex was very much awake while dealing with Henry’s family. And Henry got the nice drugs, while Alex looks like he could use a drink.
hell was the journey but it brought me heaven by alec_rhee. E, 3.1k. While he was sitting in class and daydreaming about getting Henry naked the moment he got home, his phone vibrated wildly in his messenger bag. He heard the vibrations in class, and although his heart yearned for it to be Henry he knew it wouldn’t be him because his day was filled with meeting after meeting; the texts are most likely from Bug and Nora, he remembers thinking.
And well, he isn’t wrong. There are texts from June and Nora and none from Henry, but it’s the Google Alert –
BREAKING NEWS: PRINCE HENRY, BOYFRIEND OF FSOTUS ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ AND PRINCE OF WALES, INJURED IN CAR ACCIDENT
He reads the title of the article over and over and over again. He rubs his eyes and reads the title another three times.
This can’t be about my Henry, he thinks.
What I Need Tonight by @sparklepocalypse. E, 3.5k. It’s two in the morning on a Tuesday when the clatter of something hitting the bathroom floor startles Henry awake. At first, his groggy mind assumes it’s Alex – but then Alex snuffles in his sleep behind him and tightens his arms around Henry’s waist.
There’s another clatter, and then a shuffling noise, and Henry’s eyes widen. He reaches back and grabs Alex’s thigh, shaking him.
someday by rizcriz. T, 4k. “Where are you going?”
Henry freezes where he’s standing over his overnight bag, fingers still clasped around the tug on the zipper. His eyes slide closed of their own accord, dread pooling low in his gut. This was not how this was supposed to go. Alex is a deep sleeper, he should’ve been out the door and on a plane back to London long before he ever woke up. Not just for Henry’s sake, but for both of theirs.
This was not a conversation Henry wanted to have.
Or, Alex wakes up before Henry can sneak out.
i give you my heart (just to watch you waste it) by @villiageidiot. T, 4k. Henry moves to the U.S. when he’s ten years old. The very first time Alex finds him being picked on by some older students for sounding funny, everything changes. Alex shoves them to the ground, earns a detention, and becomes Henry’s best friend all in one fell swoop.
Well, they’re friends for Alex’s part.
For Henry, it’s always so much more.
(Five times fic wherein Alex never chooses Henry. Until he does.)
don't go where i can't follow by coffeecatsme. T, 4k. Henry turns away, hair silvery under the moonlight. He doesn’t even bother to look at Alex, and something like anger flashes in Alex’s gut when he sees him reach for his backpack, like it’s that easy to abandon Alex, like Alex didn’t bare his heart to him just a day ago. “You could’ve fucking said goodbye,” he whispers before he can think about it; his voice is quiet through the knot in his throat, yet it echoes in the room like a gunshot, stopping Henry in his tracks.
Alex wakes up at the lakehouse before Henry leaves.
All The Stars In The Sky by @absoluteaudacitywrites. T, 4k. Henry startles awake, blinking rapidly into the early morning gloom seeping into their bedroom and wondering hazily what woke him when two things become apparent.
One, Alex isn’t in bed with him.
Two, the sound coming from the bathroom is definitely what woke him and it is definitely Alex being quite violently sick.
you were more than just a short time by @hypnostheory. T, 4.2k. Alex leaves his mug on the porch railing. Inside the house is achingly hollow, an exhale with no inhale to follow. Alex feels like he can’t make a noise as he carefully pads back towards their bedroom. He pauses at their door, taking a steadying breath. He’s not as upset as he thought he’d be about this, having mentally prepared as the years ticked by and David grew older. Alex is okay.
Henry isn’t.
David the Beagle passes. Alex is there for Henry through his grief, and through the start of moving on
Tumbled Down and Tangled Up by @myheartalivewrites. E, 4.3k. “Yes, this is exactly how I always dreamed it would be. Locked in a cupboard with your elbow inside my rib cage,” Henry snipes. He sounds like he wants to punch Alex, which is probably the most Alex has ever liked him, so he follows an impulse and drives his elbow into Henry’s side, hard.
Henry lets out a muffled yelp, and the next thing Alex knows, he’s been yanked sideways by his shirt and Henry is halfway on top of him, pinning him down with one thigh. His head throbs where he’s clocked it against the linoleum floor, but he can feel his lips split into a smile.
nobody panic, but i've broken my leg by annesbonny. T, 5.2k. He collects his phone from Cash who's been holding onto his possessions, and shoots off a text to the group chat between pained breaths. nobody panic, but i’ve broken my leg. Then he slips it away again before he can read June's outraged response.
In which Alex Claremont Diaz breaks his leg at a charity Lacrosse game.
Ghosts by colorfulmoniker. M, 5.4k. After Henry leaves the lake house, Alex does not go after him. He doesn't storm Kensington in a fit of pique to call Henry an "obtuse fucking asshole." Instead, the pair spend nearly a year apart, both wrecked and miserable, until they find themselves on the list of speakers for an international conference.
baby, you were meant to follow me. by @chaa-kiao. T, 5.6k. “He doesn’t—” his breath hitches helplessly at the thought. “He doesn’t love me, June.” And, God, he’s fucking crying again.
The storm in his head rages on, his stomach sinking like a ship in its tide. Maybe Henry is exactly who Alex believes him to be: good and honest and true; maybe he’s perfect in every way Alex knows that he is and simply, plainly, doesn’t want him.
That's the worst possible answer to the questions that have become his entire being today. It sends another set of sobs hurling past his lips. The idea that all of this was real, Henry just doesn’t care that much, is sickening— debilitating— Alex doesn’t know how to face it.
Or: Henry and Alex never defined their relationship. Angst ensues.
simply, don't by rizcriz. T, 5.7k. The first voicemail notification sits in Henry’s inbox when he lands in London. He stares at it for a long while before quietly dismissing it and shoving his phone unceremoniously into his pocket. His phone feels like lead in his pocket the entire ride back to the palace, fingers itching to pull it out and just listen. But he’s stronger than that, isn’t he? He left, he got on the plane, he made it home without once looking back.
He had, though, contemplated the many steps it would take to turn around. Wondered if he could make it back with enough time to climb back into Alex’s bed and pretend none of this nightmare—the confession of love—had ever happened. But for every step he envisions himself taking back, three more lead him straight to Kensington Palace, because for whatever it is that he wants, there is only what he can have, and it is not a life with one Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz.
Or, Henry actually answers one of Alex's calls.
think I know where you belong (think I know it's with me) by coffeecatsme. T, 5.8k. “You got me a flower?” Henry gingerly uncurls Alex’s fingers and looks at it. Alex gulps and manages a nod.
“I know it’s not much—” he tries to say, but then Henry’s grinning and Alex quite forgets why he was so worried about in the first place. He finds himself mirroring the smile. “You like it?”
“I love it.”
Or, 5 times Alex is in love with Henry and 1 time Henry loves him back.
After Everything, I Must Confess I Need You by @mainstreamelectricalparade. T, 5.8k. “Fuck,” he gasps, tears springing to his eyes and mixing with the rainwater on his face. He’s not sure if the tears are from the asphalt biting into his palms, or if it’s a release of the emotions he’s been trying to shove down deep ever since he woke up to an empty top bunk at the lake house.
Wait. Asphalt.
Over the pounding rain, Alex hears the shrill sound of a horn honking, and looks up just in time to be blinded by a pair of headlights coming straight at him.
When Alex dares Henry to tell him to leave, Henry actually does. Neither of them could have predicted what happens next.
dearthisbe by @dani-dabbles. G, 6.6k. “If someone in this room had told me before the Queen,” he grits out, “then maybe I wouldn't be completely cut off from my boyfriend right now.”
Alex glowers at his mother and ignores the cowed looks of the various staffers lining the Oval Office. Two days of no contact. Not even a carrier pigeon - or a swan since the queen apparently has them all at their disposal - has been sent their way.
OR: the email plot is discovered before it can be leaked, the palace doesn’t handle the news of their relationship well, and Henry and Alex are left trying to find their way back to each other.
come and get me by rizcriz. T, 6.9k. The email arrives 8 days after Henry left the lake house. He contemplates deleting it without reading, but it sits in his Alex inbox, where there are over seventy emails favourited, and somehow it feels wrong and weirdly impersonal.
As if leaving without a note were any different.
He stares at the from line with an aching longing that seeps into his veins. It settles on his heart like a tangible thing; something warranted and cruel that casts shackles around the aorta and locks them tight so that he might never love again.
or, alex sends an email instead of flying to KP.
I'd Wanna Be Felled by You, Held by You by Anonymous. E, 7k. Henry has been hiding his second gender since Alex moved into his apartment three years ago. When Alex accidentally triggers Henry's first heat in years, Henry asks Alex to cuddle him through it.
everything's growing in our garden by matherine. T, 7.2k. That night, in the safety of his hotel room on the outskirts of the Olympic Village, Henry couldn’t catch his breath. He coughed and coughed, feeling like he was choking on nothing, but there was a scratching sensation in his throat that he just couldn’t shake – until a single blue petal flew past his lips, landing in the porcelain bowl of the sink.
After an hour of painstaking Googling, he learns that it’s a Texas bluebonnet. He also learns what the fact that he’s coughing up petals means – the beginning stages of Hanahaki Disease. Rare, but not unheard of, according to the NHS website he browses in an incognito tab. Common in royal bloodlines (thank you, inbreeding).
"Only curable if the afflicted’s love is requited with a declaration," he reads, and slams his laptop closed with a bitter laugh, wet with tears. "A surgical procedure removing the afflicted’s capacity for love may be performed if the love remains unrequited. Otherwise, the condition is terminal."
So, then. He has no chance.
you're on your own, kid (yeah you can face this) by coffeecatsme. T, 7.2k. “Let’s get it over with.” Henry attempts to move, but Shaan stops him with a hand over his arm, concern flickering in his eyes.
“Are you okay, Henry?” he asks, so silently that the PPOs wouldn’t even be able to hear it. Henry doesn’t even blink. He doubts that word exists in his vocabulary anymore—he doubts it’s in the cards for him. But he knows the script.
He forces a smile on his face. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Or, 5 times Henry feels alone in the world, and 1 time he realizes he isn't.
every version of you (i love) by coffeecatsme. M, 7.6k. “So,” the voice narrates as the man squishes the dog’s cheeks and laughs at himself. “There’s this guy that lives next to me with the cutest beagle in the world and this little guy climbs to the fence every day to drop his toys off at, like, 5:30 on the dot, I’m not kidding.” The camera shows the man boop the dog’s nose and press a little kiss to his forehead. There’s a ball in his hands that he hands to the dog, but it slips from his mouth all over again, making the man reach down to grab it. He glares at the dog, but even then he’s still smiling. “And this guy always walks by and picks up the stuff and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever you have no idea.” The camera zooms in farther into the man’s smile, genuine and wild, as he pushes his wild curls away from his face. His eyes flicker up when another figure walks into the frame, his blonde hair falling over his forehead in waves. The man’s smile, impossibly, widens.
“Oh. I’m also pretty sure he has a crush on my neighbor.”
Or, 5 times David greets Alex with something that belongs to Henry, and 1 time he greets Alex with something that belongs to both of them.
I'm Fine With My Spite and My Tears (and my beer and my candles) by Megg1223. E, 7.7k. Henry leaves Alex at the lake house, but Alex doesn't storm Kensington. What happens when they see each other after three months? With the election right around the corner can Alex keep it together enough not to cause another international incident? Alex just needs to get through the night and then he can forget about the boy who broke his heart, but he's finding it increasingly difficult as the night goes on.
Downburst by @cricketnationrise. E, 8.5k. Amy’s sudden shout of alarm cuts off whatever Zahra was going to say. Alex stares at Amy, uncomprehendingly. His heart is racing, his body already flooding with instinctive fear, brain scrambling to catch up, to process what she said—
Cash is at his side between one blink and the next, practically tackling him to the ground and oh—
That’s a gunshot.
in the shadow of two gunmen by matherine. M, 8.6k. There are over four hundred and thirty-three million guns in civilian possession in the United States. Alex isn’t sure where on the campaign trail that fact embedded itself into his brain — he thinks he picked it up from some memo between Minnesota and Missouri — but he’s never been able to forget it. It's one of those things he turns over and over in his head, running the numbers as if he could calculate the possibility of a bullet embedding itself in his brain.
In the end, Alex thinks that it evens out. More people want to kill him than the average person (and that number has grown exponentially over the years) but now he also has Secret Service protection and can’t go anywhere without a motorcade. So, really, statistically, he figures that he has just as much of a chance of being shot by one of those 433 million firearms as anyone else, give or take a few decimal points here and there. But doing the math doesn’t make it any less terrifying when it actually happens.
Locked In by @three-drink-amy. M, 9.2k. After their night together in Paris, Henry and Alex get quarantined in their hotel, locked in for two full weeks.
Henry's Cold, Empty Tower by @dracowillhearaboutthis. G, 9.6k. “I want you,” Henry said, slowly but clearly, “to leave.”
When Alex storms Kensington Palace, Henry sends him away. Then, their relationship gets leaked, and it's Henry's turn to fight for Alex.
There's Something Missing in My Heart by allmylovesatonce. M, 9.8k. When Alex goes to London to tell him he loves him, Henry sends him away. How do both of them react to being without each other and what happens when their emails are still leaked?
So I Will Weather the Storm by Mags (sparklepocalypse). E, 9.8k. They’re in the air twenty minutes before the next report comes in, this time over their headsets. “Patient is located on the eastern side of Sgòr Gaoith. He reports a sudden snow squall came up, and he lost his footing and took a fall. He’s conscious and reports no major injuries, but he’s stuck on a ledge and can’t make it back to the trail. Patient is wearing a red jacket and a black knit cap and states his name is – ” there’s a burst of static over the radio.
“Please repeat the patient’s name,” Henry says into the headset mic as Schlosser programs the mountain’s location into the GPS.
There’s a bit more static, and then the dispatcher states, “Alexander Claremont-Diaz.”
(Or, a movieverse canon divergent AU wherein Henry is in the RAF and Cakegate still takes place, but the PR campaign doesn't happen – and two months after Cakegate, Alex does something dumb on a mountain in Scotland.)
a series of non-disclosure dilemmas series by everwitch. E, 10k. It takes a bit of time, before they manage to find the right person – a guy they’re both into, who is into what they’re into, and who is willing to sign a massive NDA even before they’ve made it to the bedroom. But once they do? It’s good. It’s so, so good. Still, nothing lasts forever, and when Theodore’s career takes him across the pond, Alex and Henry must consider whether or not they should start searching for someone else. Except in the end, they don’t have to search at all – Kenji is equal parts a surprise, and an absolute delight.
But the biggest surprise of all is the fact that, somewhere between a lot of really fun sex and some lazy, post-coital Star Wars banter, Alex and Henry end up with a matchmaking scheme that could certainly rival any cinematic drama. Theo, and Kenji. So different, but so well suited.
But how to get them together?
(did my love aid and abet you?) by alasse. T, 11k. That night in Kensington Palace, Henry told Alex to leave. Eleven years later, Alex watches on the news as Henry comes out, and abdicates. A story of what came before, and what comes after.
i vowed i would always be yours ('cause we survived the great war) by coffeecatsme. T, 12k. Mary Mountchristen-Windsor dies on June 5th, 2020, on a Tuesday morning, after an unexpected heart attack takes her before she’s rushed to a hospital.
Alex Claremont-Diaz hates Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor. It's a fact, written in stone, deep enough that nothing, he believes, can sand it off. Until he bumps into the prince at his grandmother's funeral and sees a different side of him.
Or, 5 times Alex and Henry have to hide themselves and 1 time they don't have to.
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words by TintedMirrors. E, 12k. "It’s not an innocent picture. It’s anything but. Henry is lying on his back in the wet sand of the beach, body completely bare and naked in a way that should have only been for Alex’s eyes, and Alex is lying on top of him. Alex’s still wearing his swim trunks, but he’s cradled in Henry’s thighs, his body blanketing Henry’s as he kisses him deeply. His arm is caught between them and Alex remembers exactly what he was doing. In the picture, there’s a peek of his fingers at the bottom of Henry’s thighs, and while it doesn’t show Henry’s cock or asshole, it’s clear where Alex’s fingers are.
Inside of Henry."
A picture of a private moment between Alex and Henry is taken while they're on vacation, which leads to a media frenzy.
Alex can't stop looking at it...
A Parent's Love by herebecauseimqueer. NR, 13k. An exploration of who Henry would be and how the events of RWRB would be different if Arthur never got sick.
Once I get a taste by clottedcreamfudge. E, 16k. “Please,” Alex begs, on fire with a clawing desperate need. “Fuck, please, I’ll do anything. Henry.”
Henry, entire body rigid with tension, slowly shakes his head. Alex sees his mouth – red from where Alex has been kissing him, biting him, well on his way to eating Henry alive – form the word no, even though he can’t hear it past the blood rushing in his ears.
Then Henry turns and leaves, and Alex digs his fingers into the cheap plywood of his own desk as he tries desperately not to fall to the floor.
Which is not, as it turns out, where this story starts.
A Heart Even More Your Own. by chaa_kiao. T, 16k. “Guess you’ll be writing those poems after all.” He swallows. "I should go."
Henry’s mind— every part of him, really— his heart, his body, his fucking soul— is screaming at him to take it all back. To hell with the monarchy, the American presidency, damn it all. This is the man he’s spent his entire life loving and he’s throwing it away for a legacy he doesn’t give a single fuck about. He forces out a rough “I think so,” but he can’t hear it over the ringing in his ears.
“I love you.”
“Alex—”
“I know,” Alex says. “I just had to say it.”
Or: Alex and Henry getting back together takes a little bit longer this time.
Growth Is Uncomfortable (Because You've Never Been Here Before) by Jaistiel. M, 17k. "He said if I wanted to help, they would be instrumental in understanding how." Henry outright laughed at this. It was a hollow, joyless sound, and Philip, to his credit, merely looked chastised instead of angry.
"Do you? Want to help, that is." Henry narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the emotion written on Philip's face. He had never been easy to read, always hidden behind the stuffy upper class posture of a royal, but now it seemed that some of that wall built around him had slipped away.
"Yes." He didn't expand on his answer, didn't fill the room with platitudes and meaningless explanations. His response was, in full, simply: yes. Henry stared at him in shock.
In the week following the leak, Philip has a series of conversations that lead him down a path of introspection and understanding. Each told through a different POV.
I feel the beating of your heart, I see the shadows on your face by @anincompletelist. M, 18k. It’s certainly not what Alex would have predicted a few days prior. If someone had told him he’d be tenderly embracing his self-imposed enemy after switching bodies with him for seventy-two hours and embarking on an unintentional journey of self discovery and then finally finding their way back to each other to ask for a True Love’s Kiss that may or may not break the curse that flipped their lives upside down -
Well, Alex would have told them to fuck off.
Sure As the Stars in the Sky by anincompletelist. E, 20k. It shouldn't matter that Alex has been present for each and every one of Henry's most important life milestones, sometimes the singular catalyst for them. It shouldn't be important that he's grown to be more familiar to Henry than even some of his own family members, that part of him is burrowed so deeply into Henry's subconscious that he can taste it sometimes, that even when Alex crashes in, spirited and passionate, it feels like an easy exhale; like coming home.
It shouldn't matter, but it does.
flatline by rizcriz. T, 21k. Alex gets the call at 7:57am.
It’s from an unknown number, so he answers it with an accent on his tongue and laughter in his throat, ready to troll the scammer for all they’re worth. But the voice on the other side of the line is serious, solemn, when she asks, “Is this, I apologize, all I’ve been given are initials, AGCD?”
He frowns, turning away from the coffee shop he’d been about to enter. “Who’s asking?”
There’s a moment of hesitation on the other end. “There’s been an incident. On the individual's phone, there’s a sticker. It says, if found, return to AGCD, alongside this phone number. Does it sound familiar?”
Alex freezes in the middle of the sidewalk. “What kind of incident?”
Or, Henry's been in an accident.
Pump The Volume by absoluteaudacity. M, 22k. Zahra, sitting across the table from Alex, gives him a stony glare. “Aids?” she signs and he shakes his head obstinately. His hearing aids make his ears itch and he isn’t wearing them in his own house, even if that house is The White House.
everybody needs someone series by anincompletelist (soldouthaz). E, 24k. It would hurt less, Alex guesses, if he wasn’t head over heels for the guy he’s supposed to be fucking through an ancient one-sided sex curse with that was partially — a lot, actually — his own fault.
But. It’s not like there’s a fucking handbook.
Alex has looked.
Claremont 2008 by @happiness-of-the-pursuit. M, 26k. What if Ellen Claremont had gotten elected in 2008 instead of Obama? An alternate timeline story of FirstPrince.
2009 at Buckingham Palace for tea. A sleepover after a quinceañera in 2010. The 2012 London Olympics. A 2014 Model UN Conference. A funeral in 2015. College and another campaign trail.
And the texts, facetimes, and chain emails in between.
Vacation, Meant to Be Spent Alone by allmylovesatonce. E, 29k. Alex has the perfect trip planned out for himself after his graduation. The last thing he expects is for his room to be double booked. The worst part of it all is that he'll be forced to share the room with his nemesis: Prince Henry of Wales.
Oblivion by milowren. NR, 31k. What if the moment in the hospital wasn’t a false alarm and the publicity surrounding the forced bromance between Alex and Henry had the adverse effect of them being kidnapped together?
Someday Soon I’ll See You (But Now You’re Out Of Sight) by MaryaDmitrievnaLikesSundays. NR (MCD), 38k. Alexander Claremont-Diaz was twenty-eight years old when a car crash took his life.
The entire world grieved, and the entire world remembered.
But for some people, it wasn’t just a figurehead that died. It was a friend, a brother, a son. A husband. And remembering all of Alex was a hell of a task to undertake.
Or, how six people in Alex’s life work through his death.
You'll Get Better Soon ('Cause you have to) by Megg1223. T, 38k. Dr. Eden sighs and looks them both in the eyes. “I’m not going to lie to you. There is a possibility that he will never recover his memories. But, there are things we can do to help him along. I’ve already told him about the memory loss. He knows it’s 2023 and that he lost almost four years of memories. I think it may be best to update him on his current situation. His day to day life is drastically different then it was in 2019, is that correct?”
“Yeah, I would say.” Alex huffs out a bitter laugh.
Henry is in an accident and thinks it's still 2019. He still believes Alex hates him, and Alex is a just as much of a mess as you think he would be.
all the rumors are true by fxckingeyelashes. E, 53k. The door slams open in the middle of the night. Henry and Alex both shoot up, blinking through the dark.
“Wha- Zahra, what the hell?” Alex mumbles, making sure to keep the blanket over their naked hips.
Zahra exhales slowly as she flips the lights on. “We have a situation. You two need to get dressed and meet me in the office. It’s… it’s your emails. Someone’s hacked the server. They’re public.”
Alex isn’t sure he remembers how to breathe. Henry’s the first to move, grabbing the small trash can from beside Alex’s bed just in time to get sick.
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Or, the one where the emails are leaked, but Alex and Henry are together when it happens. Bits from the book, bits from the movie, bits from my own personal AU I’ve created in my head.
Don't Initiate a Handshake, Always Address Them Properly, and For God's Sake, No Tiaras Until 6pm by TuppingLiberty. E, 63k. What happens when the White House decides to be proactive rather than reactive? Alex is brilliant and kind, but he's in need of a little polishing before he attends the royal wedding, and who to provide it better than Prince Henry? After all, they're both beholden to NDAs and with Princess Bea visiting as well, it's easy to pass off the two week visit as goodwill ambassadorship for both countries. No one has to know Henry is tutoring Alex.
So Alex is going to be left alone in the White House with his mortal enemy and three meddling sisters learning all about royal etiquette and protocol.
What's the worst that can happen?
Things I Cannot Accept by @sprigsofviolets. T, 69k. In 2016, Ellen Claremont lost the presidential election.
In 2019, Alex Claremont-Diaz is not the first son of the United States, so he’s shocked when his path crosses with Prince Henry for the first time in almost four years.
What Do I Know by allmylovesatonce. E, 83k. After a bad accident, Alex finally wakes up from a week-long coma. His family and friends are so relieved until they find that he has memory loss, forgetting the last five plus years. For Henry, he's forgotten their entire relationship. How do they go forward when Alex still thinks he hates Henry, but Henry is wearing his wedding ring?
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The devil you don't know 2
Part 1 / Part 3
Waking up next to your loved one is always something you'll cherish and be grateful for.
He's curled into himself while your arms slung around him, your nose buried in his neck, taking his natural scent which surprisingly always smells like sulfur and cherries. Making you wonder if he takes extra care of his scent for it to stay on him for this long
Tightening your arms around him to pull him closer to yourself even though he is much larger than you, you still like to be the one to hold him. Basking in his warmth, nuzzling him from behind while you tangle your legs with his.
With a sigh leaving your lips, you try to engrave this moment into your brain to never forget it, running your hands over his chest and belly, taking ever little curve and muscle into notice.
You close your eyes again as a sudden wave of sadness and guilt overtakes you. Have you done something to make him feel like he's a bad person?
He's always so respectful and polite. He often helps you around the house even if it's something as little as taking the trash out. Sometimes he'll also cock dinner for the two of you and bring a very expensive bottle of wine.
He also never arrives empty-handed to your home, always having a flower bouquet, a new book, or something that you've needed for a while.
Your lips slowly kiss down his neck to his shoulder, causing him to growl, to which you can only smile.
Raphael slowly turns on his back, stretching his limbs before putting them around your waist. "Good morning, little mouse." he greets you with his low morning voice.
"Morning," you reply before giving his cheek a kiss and resting your head on his chest.
Your hand comes up to comb through his bed hair, and he only hums to the feeling while his eyes remain closed.
"Raphael..." You whisper as if you're about to say something forbidden, "I've been thinking about yesterday"
The man finally opens his eyes, and you immediately see the sadness and hurt in his eyes to which you hurriedly sit up and put both your hands on his cheek. "Nothing bad, baby, it's just..."
His own hands grab your wrist while he leans into your hands, waiting for you to continue. "I just wish you could see how good of a person you are. You've been nothing but a blessing for me. So please, if there is anything I can do to make you see your value, then don't hesitate to tell me"
Raphaels lips are pressed in a thin line while sitting up as well, taking your hands off his face into his palm.
"You don't understand..." it's clear to you that he has trouble to voice his thoughts, but you don't want to pressure him.
In your mind, he's just like a cat. Don't make any sudden moves, or you'll scare them away forever. That's why you only squeeze his hands while staying quiet.
"I've been lying to you this whole time," he confesses. "I thought if I hid it from you, perhaps I could be truly happy," he avoids your gaze and takes deep breaths before continuing, "but I'm too scared to tell you, you'll leave me and I'll be alone again, raging about my damn father"
Gulping you think of the best way to react to such a confession, however, Raphael is quick to keep talking. "My whole life, I've been thinking of ways to overthrow my father, and soon my chance will come. The only thing I need to do is to wait now,"
"But isn't that good?" You ask him quietly so as not to scare him off, "I'll have to show you my true self then, little mouse... and if you don't accept me, I don't know what I'll do... I don't want to be alone..."
Your heart breaks at the sight of his teary eyes and how his voice keeps breaking down. You can't help but pull him into your shoulder, petting his back while he fists your shirt.
"No matter what happens or what you've done that you're hiding from me, I'll never leave you. You're the only one for me, Raphael."
I really want to turn this into a fluff / angst fic now 🫠🫠 because I'm having a lot of fun writing this
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“marry me?”
⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· proposal hcs with the supernovas, ft. monkey d. luffy and roronoa zoro | pt. 1, pt. 2
⠀⠀➧ fluff | supernovas (luffy, zoro) × gn!reader | headcanons + scenarios
⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! swearing and mistakes may be present, though.. so do ignore them, thanks!
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MONKEY D. LUFFY
if i were being honest, i honestly don't think luffy would think of marriage, or proposing to you until his crew members mainly nami, usopp, and sanji bought the topic up to him..
“..hey luffy, have you thought of marrying or proposing to y/n yet?” usopp asks, his head by his chin as he casually bought the topic up.
“eh? marry.. y/n...?” pausing for a few moments, luffy thought of this, the question repeating in his mind—marriage? proposing?
“yeah, luffy! you two are already in the right age and have been together for years now, hasn't marriage popped up in your mind yet?” joining the conversation, nami pointed out your relationship with the captain.
“marriage, huh? if i were you, luffy, i'd marry y/n right now! they're a great catch, so i'd take my chance.” sanji says with a chuckle as luffy shot a glare at him.
“y/n's mine! don't steal them from me, sanji..!” luffy grumbles, a pout displayed on his face as sanji bursted laughing. “i know, i know. i was just kidding 'bout that..”
hearing this reply from sanji, usopp was strucked with an idea. “luffy! you love y/n, right? and you don't want anyone to steal them from you, yeah?”
only nodding his head, the captain was then given a pat on the back by usopp. “then i suggest that you propose to them and get married! they'll be all yours by that..!”
after hearing usopp's suggestion, i just know that luffy's mind will be immediately made up—“mhm! yes, i will marry y/n and make them mine, forever..!”
he will follow ussop's words and will go prepare himself to propose to you with the help of the crew, looking presentable with fancy clothing, asking you to go out on a date with him as a preparation for his proposal..
and of course, luffy will need help with everything, like on how to propose, what to wear, what to do, and what to say...
“y/n, you're here!” cheers luffy, greeting you with open arms on the said place he asked to meet up on for a date, wearing a suit he probably borrowed from sanji.
“oh wow, luffy, you're wearing a suit! this is rare, since you'd only wear your casual clothes every day, even if we're out on a date.” you chuckled, letting yourself to be engulfed by his embrace.
luffy won't be nervous at all, in fact, the crew is—and not him. scared that the 'surprise' proposal might fail or you turn him down..
“sanji told me to wear this for my pro—I MEAN OUR DATE!” luffy exclaims, almost spilling what his original intent was. and although you already know it, you chose to shrug it off for his joy.
luffy is very obvious by his awful lying skills alone, and gestures, despite having told to keep things low-key—he will accidentally take a slip of a tongue, giving you a hint—well actually, the entire idea of what he's up to..
he'll take his advisor's ehem, usopp words to make the proposal romantic as possible, luffy robin and nami, actually prepared a special date for you.
“babe, here. flowers.” handling you a bouquet of artificial flowers, bcs ik some of you are allergic to the real thing, luffy had a smile plastered on his face as you took the flowers sitting on the candle lit table that was decorated with petals.
“aww, thank you, babe. this is so romantic..” taking the flowers, you took it close to your chest, admiring and appreciating it before planting a kiss on your boyfriend's lips as a thanks.
...luffy will slowly become antsy, which you took notice of, and knowing that he doesn't like waiting for so long..
“luffy, are you okay? you seem.. fidgety. is there anything bothering you?” you asked, taking his hands and caressing it. hoping to calm him down a bit.
“y/n!” he calls with an exclaim, biting his lower lip before looking at you with determined eyes.
he'd snap and forget what was told to him, losing his cool and just going ahead and telling you everything he's feeling, what's on his mind..
“i.. i love you so much, so much that i get selfish and just want you all to myself, just like meat!” admits the strawhat boy, standing up with your hand holding his, guiding you towards him.
“..luffy?” already expecting what's next, you still can't help it but feel your heart thumping loudly as if it was the first time you two got on a date.
“i want to be with you forever, so y/n...” sighing deeply, luffy took out a small box from his pocket.
i have a feeling that he might accidentally forget the ring, but lucky enough, he didn't forget the ring, he just forgot to put it on your finger from happiness.
“will you marry me?” luffy asks, a soft expression on his face as your lower lip trembled, curving upwards to a smile with tears on your eyes.. “of course!”
hearing your answer, luffy will celebrate, jumping around the place like a child before remembering the most important part he forgot...
“ah! i forgot, h..here, the ring that will keep us together for the rest of our lives.” flashing you a bright smile, luffy then slid the ring on your finger and then kissing you passionately...
“i love you..” “i love you too, luffy....”
your baby boyfriend, well, now fiancé will be so so excited to announce to everyone about your engagement.
RORONOA ZORO
just like luffy, i think zoro didn't have marriage in his mind, well, until you came along in his life.
i'd also say that it just popped up in his mind one day because of something and he was like, “oh shit, i need to marry y/n.”
it was a quiet day in your house. your lover, zoro, was sitting on a couch, sleeping as you sat beside him, doing your thing, and after a few minutes, he woke up.
“oh, zoro, you're awake—good morning, love.” you greeted, giving him your usual smile that still gave him butterflies even though you two have been dating for so long..
you are gonna be his main reason to get married, ASAP, because—“damn, i'm so lucky to have an s/o like y/n, i want them to be with me forever now.”
“g..good morning, yeah.” he muttered after a few moments of letting himself stare at your face, your beauty that he loves, mesmerized by it.
“would you like a snack? i'd get us some.” rubbing his moss hair as you spoke, zoro just nodded, not being able to let out any words from his mouth as if he lost his voice.
SHY BOY, PUPPY ZORO, VV SHY AROUND YOU, HIS LOVE, AND IS VVV LOYAL TO U!!
zoro was so lovestruck to you that certain day, he felt like he fell in love all over again with you.
“fuck, what have you done to me, y/n?” he mutters under his breath, eyes wide open as you sleep peacefully beside him, snuggled up on his muscular arm.
“..you... you're making me feel things, again.” slapping his hand on his face, zoro hid his reddened cheeks. screaming internally as he stared at you with such warm feeling in his chest..
then realizing that you're sleeping peacefully beside him, zoro sprung out of your bed and searched for a measuring tape...!
he'll measure your ring finger and then immediately go to the jewelry shop to buy a ring, ready to tie the knot with you..
“oh shit, oh shit, yeah, this—this is the perfect timing for that.” he uttered, quietly getting off the bed and rummaging through the sewing kit where the measuring tape is at.
then returning to your room with the tape in his hand, zoro went to you, gently taking your hand—your ring finger and carefully measuring it. making sure that you won't wake up by his action.
“heh, i'll buy you the prettiest ring, 'cause you're the prettiest.” zoro whispers, caressing your hand then planting a soft kiss on it, going back to sleep—dreaming of a married life, with you.
it may not look like it, but zoro is excited to propose to you—though he's also nervous about it, but it's not obvious at all.
he'll be dropping small hints here and there regarding his upcoming proposal to you, wanting to know if you're okay with getting married...
“so, uhm, y/n..” he muttered, clearing his throat before continuing. “what do you think of moving in together, y'know. we've been together for a long time now and i.. i kinda want to be with you in our own home.”
hearing his words, you stared at him for quite a while, eyes fluttering as a smile took over your face. “i think it's a great idea! we'll get to spend every minute of the day together, hehe..!”
you said with a laugh as zoro smiled warmly to you, planting a kiss on your forehead as you two went on about moving in together..
and now that he got his confirmation that you are okay with getting married... PROPOSAL TIME, YEAAAAHH!
he got the ring and himself ready, and all that he needs is to propose and your sweet yes~!
by the way, don't expect anything so romantic from this moss head, he's that not romantic himself okay??
expect a picnic turned into a proposal shit, and a plain-ass “let's get married” from zoro.
“man, that guy..! he's late, how—” about to complain on how you've been waiting for your boyfriend for almost 20 minutes, a voice called you, “y/n, sorry for the wait, y'know, i got lost.”
says he got lost (he really did) when he took his lovely time getting the nervousness out of his body.
“oh you lost boy..” you chuckled to yourself, questioning how you've fallen so in love with an idiot of a boyfriend who sucks with directions... “sorry..” zoro mumbles with a red tint on his cheeks, sitting down beside you and then eating—talking for some time before he finally got enough courage to tell what he wants to say...
stopping the conversation you two are having, zoro's hand shakily reached out to his pocket, taking out a small box that made you gasp, already knowing where this is going..
“y/n i—let's get married, yeah?” zoro asks, opening the box and revealing a beautiful ring, his words shocking you for a moment.. “z..zoro? wha—y..yes! yeah, let's get married!”
immediately giving your answer to zoro, the moss haired swordsman started to smile like an idiot, and not wasting any more of time—he slid the ring on your finger, fitting so perfectly on you.
“it's a perfect fit, like you and me—damn, i... i love you, y/n, so fucking much.” he admits, kissing your lips passionately as he rubbed the ring on your finger, heart fluttering in joy as he thought of a married life, with you.
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wish you were here.
chapter five - fade into you | ao3 link | previous chapter
pairing: javier peña x female oc, javier peña x named female oc (mariella)
rating: t (teen)
tags/warnings: angst, brief mention of infidelity, alcohol
word count: 2.1k
summary: Mariella and Javier continue to feel their way through a friendship.
a/n: sorry this is taking me so long to write. love you
A tattered floral scrapbook of Mariella’s sits, face up, on the table. She stands in the corner of her kitchen, looking at it as though it has wronged her in some way. And in some ways, it has.
In one hand she holds a glass of water and in the other, her telephone. Henry Rath’s number has been typed in, and her fingers hesitate to dial it. The trip down memory lane has proved to be a bitter one. So much of her life had been documented in that scrapbook, from graduations to weddings to the first house, to the very last birthdays she and Henry would spend as a couple together. It was hard to ignore him when he was all there—a little piece of him merged forever with a little piece of her.
She knew it wasn’t fair, what she did to him. Or rather, what she’s doing to him. In the past three months, he’s left a handful of voicemails she’s deleted before even finishing. She screens most of her calls, just on the offhand chance that it might be him, and each time it makes her feel wrong. At first, it started off with good intention—she wanted to leave him alone, to let him go back to his life. But eventually, the more she thought about what they had done, the more ignoring him became less altruistic. Every time she hears the phone ring, she thinks of him in that hotel room and that little girl that hung on his hip, and she wants as far from it as possible.
She places the telephone back in its cradle. The excuses are endless: it is Tuesday and she works tomorrow, so she shouldn’t start something she doesn’t know she can’t stop; he probably isn’t home from work yet; he’s likely forgotten about it and to call and remind him now would be cruel; his wife could pick up; closure isn’t the sort of thing either of them are particularly good at.
Mariella picks up the telephone again. She waits patiently as it rings.
“Hello?” Chucho answers.
She leans back onto the counter, swirling the water in her cup. “Hey, Chucho. I was wondering if Javi’s home.”
“Javi?” he asks, sounding surprised.
“Yeah, Javi. I never thanked him for helping me with my classroom last month and I’d like to.”
There’s a beat of silence before Chucho speaks again. “Javi’s always home, just never know where,” the man laughs. “Would it be alright if I had him call you back? I gotta go find him.”
Mariella glances over at the scrapbook on the table. “That’d be lovely, Chucho. Thank you.”
When he hangs up, she moves over and closes the book shut. If she wasn’t so goddamn sentimental, she might throw the whole thing away but she is, so she can’t. Instead she tucks it away in the cupboards over her oven, where she’s stored a lone bottle of tequila for about two years now, and then she sits back, waiting. The phone rings a few moments later and she doesn’t hesitate to answer it. “Hello,” she picks up.
“Mariella?” Javier asks. His voice is low, almost a whisper.
“I’m sorry I haven’t called you sooner. I wanted to thank you for the classroom. I’ve been using it for about a week now, and it looks wonderful.”
On the other end, she can hear him shift with the phone. “It was no problem,” he replies softly. Then, after a pause, he says, “How are you, Mari?”
“I’m good, Javier.”
“That’s, uh, that’s good.”
“How about you?”
More movement. “I’m good too.”
“My dad says he hasn’t seen you in the movie store as of late,” she says. Javier coughs awkwardly.
“No? I guess I’ve just been busy.”
“Busy avoiding me? ‘Cause if so, I assure you that’s a safe zone. I don’t work there during the school year, remember?” It’s meant to come out teasing, but, at the current moment, she lacks the exact humor needed to pull off the weight of that sentence. She punctuates it with a laugh that is more of a huff than anything.
He protests. “I—That’s not why.”
“No?” she asks simply.
“No, not really. There’s just been a lot to do around here. We got new horses. There’s a fence that needs to be built. Chucho just needs me more than the television does.” He attempts to laugh, but it sounds forced. She doesn’t acknowledge it.
“Think you could spare an hour or two to go get dinner with me?”
“You want to get dinner?” he sounds in disbelief.
She can’t help but laugh. “Yeah. One of my new student’s parents owns the bar downtown. They gave me two coupons for a free dinner.”
“Oh,” he replies. “Well, I’ll have to get cleaned up. Can you wait?”
“Sure.”
“Alright. I’ll meet you there at, uh—“ Another pause, “—how about seven?”
“Sounds good.”
“Alright, see you then,” he replies.
“Yeah, bye,” she adds awkwardly, hanging up.
Slumping her shoulders, she lets out a deep sigh. Why must everything feel so fucking hard lately?
—-
“Thought you didn’t go to bars,” Javier says, bringing his beer to his mouth. He’s teasing, she can tell: that slanted brow, the pursued lips working hard not to press into a comely grin. She takes a sip of her own drink, and shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t,” she hums in response.
The dinner crowd at the bar is surprisingly large, but conversation is easy to have. It’s nicer, really, in a place like this - too busy to have to worry if the table next to you is listening in. Not that she and Javier have ventured to any topics unsafe for public consumption. They’ve been good, drinking their beers, making small talk the way one might with a friend they’ve grown apart with. It’s got an intimate air to it, but it’s stilted for a strange, heartbreaking reason.
They don’t talk about all that happened weeks ago, or why they’re sitting here now. Mariella doesn’t mind, really. This is the thing she enjoys about Javier, what she has seen in him since the beginning: he isn’t interested in brewing in the past. If she were a better woman, this might worry her, but luckily enough she isn’t. She understands all too well the temptation to look forward and never backward.
The beer is making her feel warm and pleasantly buzzed. In the corner, there is a jukebox playing soft country songs and some people are dancing slowly in the middle. She and Javi watch them curiously, resting back in their chairs.
“How’s the teaching going?” He looks back over at her.
“It’s going well. The kid’s are as brilliant and witty as ever,” she smiles softly. “How’s the farm?”
Javier shrugs his shoulders. “It’s work. For the first time in months, I’m finally getting a full night’s rest, though, so I won’t complain too much.”
“I’ve always loved that piece of land,” Mariella says, looking back at the dancing patrons. “Miles upon miles of greenery. And the horses! I love driving up and watching them run.”
This makes Javier smile. “Chucho is proud of it and he should be, I suppose. I certainly appreciate it more now than I used to. In Colombia, it was like that—beautiful, I mean. And so green. Standing out in the fields sometimes reminds me of being back there.”
“Do you miss it?” she asks, before she finds the sense to know better.
Javier’s eyes rake over the crowd, too. He watches a young couple in the corner for a bit, smiling as the boy’s hand gradually works its way lower on the girl’s back. Before he touches her ass, Javi looks back to Mariella, his smile faint but present. “Sometimes,” he answers.
“I’d love to go someday.”
“You should,” he encourages. “It’s magnificent, really, unlike anything else. That shit they say in the news—it’s true, but not nearly that bad. Not for regular people with clean hands.”
Mariella shakes her head. “Just when I thought you had me sold, you had and go say that.”
“What, your hands dirty?” he narrows his eyes.
She holds her palms out. “Red,” she nods, though they aren’t. He breathes out a quiet laugh.
“I think you’d be alright—but go to Mexico first.”
“You sound like my mother,” she laughs too.
Looking over at Javi, Mariella debates whether to ask him if he wants to dance or not. The beer has made her feel a little more relaxed, but she’s not without her reason. She remembers the first day they met - really met - and how he said he didn’t know how to dance anymore. She also remembers the kitchen, and the incident that has driven them apart for a month.
Before she’s given the chance, a woman stops in front of the table. She’s pretty — big blue eyes, an endearing grin — the kind of woman for whom the country accent was made to be spoken by. “Javi,” she says, someplace between shocked and amazed.
Mariella feels bad at first, thinking this is going to be another one of those small town run-ins he hates, but when she looks over at him, she can tell it’s not. Something softer takes hold of him, something almost tender. Mariella feels almost like an intruder as he says, “Hey, Lorraine.”
Lorraine’s eyes meet Mariella’s, and then go back to Javi’s. Javi understands. “Mariella, this is Lorraine. She’s my—“
“His old friend,” she finishes for him, extending her hand for Mariella to shake. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve known about you for years. You’re all your Daddy talks about on Sundays sometimes.”
Lorraine can’t be much older than she is—maybe five or six years—and yet she seems so much more mature. She looks like what Mariella feels she’s been trying to attain her whole life: this perfect, well-rounded, soft-spoken girl who says words like ‘Daddy’ and manages not only to sound sincere, but sweet.
Mariella shakes her head and smiles politely. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
Lorraine glances over her shoulder, holding her finger up to a man standing by the entrance. “My husband,” she supplies, looking back at them both. “Listen, I better get going but I just wanted to say it’s nice to see you out and about, Javi. A lot of people here missed you.” Lorraine looks over to Mariella. “And really, it’s lovely to meet you, Mariella. I wish I had more time to sit and chat, because so many people have been telling us about your school. I’ve got a little one about school going age, and I’d love to put her in it.”
“Oh,” Mariella says, “Well, I can give you my number if you’d like.”
“Could you?” Lorraine smiles. “Oh, that’d be lovely.”
Mariella reaches into her purse and rummages around for a pen. When she finds it, she takes one of the napkins from the table and quickly jots down her information. “I wrote down my home number and the school’s. I wouldn’t mind answering any questions you have, but if you’re interested in enrollment information, the office number will be most helpful.”
Lorraine nods. Her hair bounces with her head, and Mariella can’t help but feel like she’s encountered a real life Barbie of sorts. She can imagine that she and Javier must’ve been real good friends, but it doesn’t do anything more than amuse her.
“Bye, Javi,” Lorraine says, throwing up a hand. She pats Mariella on the shoulder on the way out, “Thank you again,” she says softly.
Mariella rushes out an “Oh, you’re welcome” and Javier offers a wordless smile. They both watch her return to her husband, but Mariella returns her eyes to Javier long before he does to her. She watches the way a frown takes over his lips.
Javier brings his beer back to his lips, seemingly shaking the encounter off. The tenderness is replaced by whatever was there before. It’s no less kind, but certainly not as intense.
“She was my fiancée, once upon a time,” he explains. Mariella wouldn’t have asked, but she’s happy he’s willing to give her that information freely. She nods her head, not saying anything in reply.
Her eyes return to the crowd, and they both settle into an introspective silence. Mariella forgets she ever wanted to ask him to dance in the first place. For a little bit, she even forgets her own troubles, too.
She didn’t entirely know why she had called for Javier like she had earlier. He’d been on her mind, sure, but no more than Henry. In fact, a lot less than Henry. Something inside of her had told her to do it, so she had. She’s happy she did, now.
Misery loves company they say, and she thinks she might’ve found herself a companion in one Javier Peña.
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Jake Sully X Na'vi Reader X Neytiri
You were beyond happy when the transfer of Jake from his human body to his Na'vi body was successful and blessed by Eywa herself. A celebration happened with the Na'vi winning against the sky people, the losses of many including your brother Tsu'tey, Eywa's animals, and the success of toruk makto. That was weeks ago as everyone went back to normal. Home Tree took a large hit and was not destroyed fully. The sky people would not return and if they do it won't be for years to come. For now, you will not worry about such trivial things the only thing that you need to worry about right now is going on this hunting trip with your two mates. Yes, you were blessed with not only the Na'vi princess of the Omaticaya people as your mate but, Toruk Makto chose you as his mate as well. Triads were very well known and accepted amongst the Na'vi and the copulation of you three was celebrated as well.
"Get your head in the game Y/N." You were jerked out of your musings by Jake who was playfully swinging around you on strong vines. You loved his carefree, playful personality as much as the one he used for the war when he demanded attention, and respect, and his leadership skills were top-tier. You would follow both him and Neytiri to the ends of Earth if it meant that the three of you can be together forever. If only Grace and Tsu'tey were physically here but, you can talk to them at the tree of voices and tell them everything even though you were sure that from the arms of Eywa, they can see and hear everything. You knew they were happy though.
"I'm coming ma, Jake." You felt the breeze as you used a vine to swing to a thick branch of a tree and stood there just observing the scenery. It's been a while since you took a minute to yourself to watch, listen and smell the beautiful land that you live on. You were joined by another, smiling largely feeling two hands resting on your hips and a chin resting on your shoulder.
"Ah ma-Y/N, my beautiful Y/N. Let us relax and enjoy the peace once we have hunted, no?" You turned to Neytiri giving her a kiss as she squeezed your hips and took off with you right behind her. Jake had stopped up ahead waiting for the two of you to catch up and when you did the three of you crouched low falling sound as the three of y'all picked up sounds of a herd of yerik. You turned to Jake and Neytiri who nodded allowing you to go to the front and lead the hunt. You were excited but tamed it down to keep from ruining your hunting chances. You did it before and even though they weren't mad at you, you didn't want to ruin it at the moment. The three of you were careful not to step on anything. When the herd looked up all three of you froze and waited until they started grazing again.
"You got this my love" You turned to Jake signing back to him the same thing. You took a deep breath as you stood up with your bow ready and aimed to let it fly through the air. It hit the lone yerik in the heart as it made a death rattle alerting the others who high-tailed it out of there. It was a clean kill and, you took your hunting knife went to it, and prayed over it before removing your arrow. You turned to Jake and Neytiri standing up excitedly.
"I got it! I did it!" You were always excited about your kills and in your excitement, you didn't see their horrified faces or their panicked screams as you were blindsided by a hammerhead. You felt your body leave the ground, spin in the air, and land in a painful heap in some bushes by a tree. It cushioned your fall and you just know if you didn't have carbon-filled bones you would have broken all of them. That didn't change the fact that your world was spinning as black spots appeared in your vision. You strained your ears to listen but, could only hear bellowing before falling unconscious.
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When you came to the land of the awake again you were laying on the woven mats of your home. You knew it was home because out of the corner of your eye, you saw Neytiri's bow, and Jake's gun, and it just smelled like them. You went to sit up but, hissed looking down to see a bandage tied tightly around your midsection and similar bandages on your arms and thighs. Maybe that was why you were delirious, your body didn't want you to know that you were hurt more than you thought.
"Ma Jake!" You turned to look towards Neytiri who was already at your side bending down and cupping your face as she inspected you for any more wounds. You're pretty sure she bandaged all of them up for you already. You turned at the sound of hurried footsteps smiling at the way Jake gave a breath of relief that left him staggering. You reached both your hands out smiling at the way they both grabbed a hand each pressing their foreheads to your shoulders. You purred deep in your chest to relax both of them watching in amusement how they sagged against you.
"Ma Y/N." Jake got up and sat behind you pulling him against his chest as Neytiri sat in front of you holding your face she pressed kisses all over and Jake was pressing them on your neck. You enjoyed their affection but, needed to ask a burning question
"What hit me? I was celebrating the kill and, next thing I know I went flying in the air and woke up here." Jake and Neytiri were holding you tightly.
"A hammerhead hit you and by the grace of Eywa, we managed to scare it off before it can charge at you again. You were unconscious for a while since you got hit pretty hard." You nodded along at Jake's words leaning against him more comfortably while pulling Neytiri more into you. You were just happy to be alive because an angry Hammerhead has killed Na'vi before.
"We were still able to bring your kill." You smiled sharply at Neytiri sharing a kiss with her before leaning back and sharing a kiss with Jake.
"I know I just woke up but...would you like to nap together?" Huffs of amusement escaped both of their chests but, it wasn't a no and you almost squealed when the three of you laid down and you were placed comfortably between both of them. They both held you protectively pressing their faces against any part of you as the three of you went to the land of the dreams.
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for @kingliam2019 because they smashed a perfectly good mug (rude) and @shinisenko because they politely asked for more
They stared at each other for a long moment before she turned and ran, heading for her room.
"Wait!" He called after her, but she didn't stop, running into her bedroom and closing the door, throwing the knob lock. She didn't hear anything for a long moment before there was scratching at the door along with a low whine and she unlocked it, seeing Sy on the other side.
"Get in get in get in!" She said hurriedly, ushering him into the room and he hopped up on her bed, sitting down. "Buddy, I know you're a sweetheart and everything, but you couldn't have bitten the half naked home invader?" She asked, looking out the door but not seeing him anywhere. "I know he's a big guy, but I like your chances better than his."
"Well, here's the thing..." She whipped around, seeing him sitting on her bed, one of her pillows over his bare lap. "I'mma explain. First off, I'm Kyle Syverson, nice to formally meetcha."
"Syverson." She said and he nodded.
"Yes, ma'am." He said and she paused before giving a sigh.
"Sy." She said and he nodded again.
"Yes, ma'am." He said with an embarrassed smile. "Can you grab the pants? They're right outside the door." Turning, she opened the door again and looked down, seeing the sweatpants on the hall floor. Picking them up, she handed them back to him and he took them. She kept her back to him as she heard him get off the bed and put them back on. "I'm decent."
"Explain." She said, turning back around and he ran a hand over his shorn hair.
"I'm a shapeshifter."
"Fuckin' figured! You shifted from another shape!" She said and he nodded. "You've been here a week and you didn't think to clue me in?! What was your grand plan?!"
"I...didn't really think that far ahead." He admitted, "I got a Karen for a neighbor and she called Animal Control even though I told her that "my dog" was harmless and wouldn't bother her. I was in my own yard and everythin'. Comin' across you was just a stroke of luck. Thanks for coverin' for me, by the way, you didn't have to do that. Don't know what I woulda done if I had been taken to the pound."
"No problem." She said, "Wait...you slept in bed with me."
"Yeah." He said, giving her another embarrassed look.
"I was in my underwear one night!"
"It was a warm night and your bedroom is West facin'." He said with a shrug.
"Did you...turn back while I was asleep?"
"No, I did not." He said, "I can't sleep and stay shifted at the same time, so I just stayed awake all night, sleepin' when you went to work."
"But you fell asleep on my lap a couple of times."
"Very nearly, but not quite." He said, "You're comfortable, and it felt nice when you ran your fingers through my fur."
"Why didn't you just leave after the first night? Why stay?"
"I dunno, really." He said with a shrug, "I was bein' looked after. I knew it couldn't last forever, though." He gave a sigh, "I know this is weird, but I was a good dog, wasn't I?"
"Yeah." She said, "You were a good dog." That got her a smile and she had to admit, it was a nice smile. "Though, it's probably more accurate to say you were a good wolf?"
"Yeah." He said with a shrug, "Technically speakin'. But don't worry, I ain't gonna suggest we just go back to how it was. That'd be weird seein' as you know now."
"A bit, yeah."
"But I don't just want to say "thanks for everythin'" and leave entirely, you know? I like you. You took care of me when you didn't have to." He said, "You coulda just taken me to the nearest shelter and washed your hands of it, but you didn't."
"So?"
"So, maybe, I dunno, we can get to know each other better?" He suggested, "Not askin' for anythin' inappropriate, seeing how we met, but I'd like to spend time together when I'm not covered in fur on all fours." She was quiet for a long moment.
"Yeah, I'd like that too." She said another nice smile pulled at his lips.
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a gesture
my first prompt for @whataboutthebard!
prompt: whump: destruction of sentimental property/theft, wuv: giving gifts, mending clothing
(geraskier, T, pre-relationship, s2 compliant, post-mountain angst, hurt!jaskier, hurt/comfort, 1k, read on ao3)
Geralt can’t for the life of him think how everything went so wrong. This was supposed to be a good moment. He was supposed to be presenting his bard with a thoughtful, timely, and very expensive gift. They were supposed to be making up for lost time, maybe mending some old wounds. Jaskier was supposed to be happy.
The bard is not happy.
Even if Jaskier’s body language—tight shoulders, clenched fists, eyes pitched low—weren’t enough to clue Geralt in, the refusal to lay so much as a finger on the instrument lying on the bed between them certainly does. Where he was lounging comfortably mere moments ago, Jaskier is now perched like a leaf on a cliffside waiting for the slightest gust of wind to send him toppling over, and the lute before him might as well be a gathering storm for the glare he gives it.
Geralt would never claim to be an expert on the subject, but he thought the lute was just fine when he purchased it at the market yesterday. It could never compare to the elven one Jaskier received all those years ago, but nothing ever would. Surely the bard knows that. If he is waiting for another ancient heirloom from the elven people to fall into his lap, he’ll be waiting until the end of time.
This one is a perfectly good replacement. It’s used, but in good shape to Geralt’s eye, and the merchant was spoken highly of when he asked around. The finish is intact, the strings are brand new. It even has delicate yellow flowers embroidered into the shoulder strap. Geralt had thought it a fine gift. A chance for him to show Jaskier that he’s trying.
But Jaskier hates it. Worse, he almost looks frightened of it.
“You’re upset,” Geralt says, forever stating the obvious.
“I’m not,” Jaskier replies, smiling tightly. Geralt suppresses a frustrated groan.
“You don’t like it? Is it… I don’t know, the wrong wood?” The merchant said spruce was standard, but Jaskier has always liked to be different. Would be have preferred pine? Cherry? Do those kinds of lutes even exist?
“No, it’s lovely,” Jaskier says, though he makes no move to retrieve the instrument. “Thank you very much, darling.”
Jaskier isn’t lying about that, Geralt can hear as much, but he clearly isn’t pleased. On the contrary, he looks to be at the brink of tears, and he’s rubbing his fingers together the way he does when he’s nervous. It’s a new tick of his, one more thing about him that Geralt has had to relearn since their parting. Jaskier does it all the time now, even when his hand was still bandaged from his run-in with—
With the fire fucker. Fuck.
Geralt reaches for Jaskier’s hand but the bard snatches it away. It stings more than it should. Another reminder of all the liberties he hasn’t yet earned, the ones he once took for granted.
“You told me you were healed.”
“I am,” Jaskier lies, heart skipping.
“Let me see.” Geralt holds out his hand, an offer this time rather than a demand. Jaskier doesn’t accept it.
“It’s fine. See?” Jaskier waives his hand quickly in front of his face before tucking it into his lap. “Barely a scar.”
“But it’s still bothering you.”
That earns a hollow laugh.
“Does it hurt?” Geralt presses.
“It doesn't anything anymore, Geralt!” The admission yanks at whatever remains of Jaskier’s composure, bringing an edge to his voice and a tear rolling down his cheek. He’s trembling a bit, anger and despair curling sourly in the air around them.
“I have no feeling there,” Jaskier continues. “I... Sometimes I think I feel something, but it’s never real. It's gone.”
Geralt can’t think what to say to that so he says nothing, letting the silence draw out into a long tense pause.
Jaskier sucks in a shuddering breath. “This is the one thing I can do without ruining it. If can't do it anymore, I'd rather not find out. I don’t think I could bear it.”
Frustration with Jaskier for keeping this from him builds and dissipates in a single breath. The bard has always been quick to hide his hurts, terrified that Geralt would leave him behind. And he did, didn’t he? Things have been better since Voleth Meir, Geralt thinks, but he has hardly earned the full breadth of Jaskier’s trust yet. Not even close, he wagers.
If things weren’t so broken between them—if Geralt hadn’t been the one to break them—he might have some hope of offering Jaskier the comfort he so clearly craves right now. Tactile is Jaskier’s base state of being, even more so when he’s upset. But now he pulls away, curling in on himself instead of reaching out for Geralt the way he has so many times before.
Geralt doesn’t dare reach for Jaskier again, but he lays his hand on the blanket between them, beside the offending lute, a gesture of whatever Jaskier will accept from him right now.
“You don’t ruin things, Jaskier.” It earns him a watery smile he probably doesn’t deserve. Geralt returns it with a small grin of his own. “You know how to play like you know how to breathe. If you practice, you might get the feel of it again.”
“Maybe,” Jaskier agrees. He doesn’t look quite convinced, but not entirely hopeless either. Geralt can work with that. “I need a bit more time, I think.”
Geralt nods. He can give Jaskier time. “And this?” he asks, nodding to the lute. It looks imposing now in a way it wasn’t before.
Jaskier picks the instrument up with shaking hands and sets it in his lap. It doesn’t look quite at home and neither does Jaskier, but Geralt is certain that will change. It has to change.
“Might as well keep it, hm?” Jaskier smiles. “It really is lovely.”
“Not sexy, though?”
The bard laughs brightly at that and it drenches the room in warmth. He holds the lute a little firmer. “Maybe a bit sexy.”
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Snippet Sunday
@aurevell you delightful human, thank you for tagging me in Snippet Sunday, and giving me a chance to indulge myself yet again. I adore you. Here’s more from my Stargent fic:
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Peter’s smooth voice sounded over the phone after a few rings.
“I will get you that tooth from a vampire that you’ve been after for forever if you swear on all that you hold sacred–wait, do you hold anything sacred? Nevermind–that you won’t tell a soul what I’m about to tell you.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “Deal.”
Stiles let out a sigh of relief and folded his legs up under him on his bed, settling in. “Chris almost kissed me I think, but then he didn’t, and I’m so gone on him and he won’t do anything else now and we’re just friends but I want so much more and it’s killlliinnnnggg meeeee,” he babbled out in one breath.
There was a low rumble that grew into a chuckle, and then into an outright laugh on the other end of the phone. “Oh, this is good. This is delightful,” Peter crowed when he finally got his laughter under control.
Stiles scowled, even though he knew Peter couldn’t see it. “I hate you.”
“And yet you called me.”
“I was desperate! I don’t have anyone else I can talk to about it, and not being able to talk about it is slowly torturing me to death.”
“My my, aren’t we dramatic.” Peter tsked.
“Excuse me, drama king, people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”
Peter just hummed a noise that could have been agreement on the other end of the line.
“Do you think Chris could be into me?”
Peter didn’t hesitate. “Of course he is.”
Stunned, Stiles almost dropped his phone. “Wait. What? How could you possibly know that? You barely even spend time with us.”
“I know because I’ve known Chris for years, and I also know that he and I have very similar taste in men.”
#stargent#i really wanted to share more of this convo because it delights me#but this was the only good cutting off point#so too bad hehe#my writing#teen wolf
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Romantic Yandere Tavros Nitram with GN human reader please?
Yesss! I love Tavros even if he isn't a very intense yandere >:) If you have ideas to make him a worse yandere I'll hear it but it needs to be in character.
Yandere! Tavros Nitram with Human! Darling
Pairing: Matesprit ❤️
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Troll/Human pairing, Clingy yandere behavior, Manipulation, Guilt tripping, Delusional behavior, Brief jealousy mention, Dubious relationship.
Compared to other trolls I feel Tavros wouldn't mind a human darling from the start.
Sure, the concept of a human Matesprit is foreign at first...
But he doesn't find it repulsive.
Similar to how he was with Jade he probably invested himself in your journey relatively early on.
He just didn't kill off your guardian....
Tavros isn't very capable of malicious actions towards others like most of his friends.
This is actually what makes him a tame yandere.
There's a very low chance he'll hurt anyone.
Tavros and you will most likely get along as he doesn't try to degrade you in any way.
He's actually nervous to speak with you at first, worried you'll do weird advances like Dave or be scared of him.
Although chats between you are actually rather tame, often speaking to each other about your sessions and Dream Selves.
Tavros feels bery comfortable around you, he likes that you respect him and don't try to harm him or his self-esteem in anyway.
Even when he tells you he's a paraplegic you don't make fun of him or anything.
His bar for relationships is pretty low so it isn't hard to get him obsessed with you if you use kindness.
Tavros really feels like there could be a connection between you.
Admittedly it could just be some delusional thinking but he quickly wonders if you two could share red love between each other.
Even though you never met in person.
When he does meet you in person, via the Meteor or Dream Bubbles, he's ecstatic.
Vriska gave him issues for loving a human at first... then John came along so she doesn't bother him that much anymore-
Tavros would be so excited to tell you about everything he's went through since you last talked.
Regardless on if it's good or bad.
You'll probably be surprised to see he can walk, as he'll either have robotic legs or normal legs because ghost.
To Tavros it doesn't matter if he meets you alive or not, he just yearns to meet you!
Normally he'd be nervous and too shy to physically touch you or ask you about quadrants.
Although, with his new confidence boost due to his experiences, he's bolder with you.
He asks to hug you when you meet and starts to anxiously talk about various things with you.
He gives you time to get used to him before he tries to ask about quadrants.
By now you know what those are so the conversation won't be too hard.
Tavros already knows a ton more about you than you do him due to... time shenanigans?
Meanwhile you don't know much about him.
As a result, Tavros will confess to you rather quickly after he meets you.
He can't help it... he feels like he's known you forever!
When he asks you to date him as his red love he's nervous yet uses his confidence to tell you.
If you reject him, which is the most likely option, he understands and decides to wait longer before asking again.
If you accept he's happy!
He'll cling to you and mutter about how he's finally found someone!
He just hopes you don't find it too weird to date a troll... or even weirder to be dating a troll ghost-
I'd say Tavros is a patient yandere and is understanding that his darling may not like him right away as a human.
As a result he'll allow you to ask questions about him and get to know him before bringing up dating again.
Dating or not, Tavros is affectionate when he has the confidence.
He prefers his darling to give him affection yet loves to show you just how much he loves you with affectionate touches and words.
He likes to tell you how much you mean to him.
He likes to lay against you and list all the things he likes about you, hoping all the while you'll do the same-
He isn't the best at being Matesprits but he gets the hang of it.
If you're thinking Tavros would be a yandere who murders and harms others... no, he's not.
Tavros, even with the confidence boost, is the more manipulative and pathetic kind of yandere.
He's not malicious manipulative... he's guilt trip manipulative because you feel bad for him.
If he's jealous he doesn't lash out.
He silently suffers... up until you ask about it.
Then he'll tell you how he feels and asks you to limit contact with others...
He isn't forcing you... but he's hoping you'll listen to him as his Matesprit/Matesprit to be.
Although he isn't that bad to be with so you may not find him that much of a danger or issue.
Tavros has shown he doesn't care if his Matesprit is troll or human with Jade (although she found it weird and too sudden).
When it comes to a human darling he's treat you the same, nervous and anxious about his love yet showing he cares and will stand up for you.
If someone tried to take his human red love away he'll try his best to stand up for himself.
It's much easier to do with robot legs or as a ghost.
I will say he won't let Vriska hurt you.
A good Matesprit/Potential Matesprit must defend the one they love, right?
He'll try to be brave and defend you!
It would suck if you saw him weak like he was before....
All Tavros wants to do is live comfortably beside you, watching movies and being honest with each other.
Even if you reject him he is still pretty hopeful you'll love him at some point.
Maybe you just need more time?
He can't wrap his head around you not liking him the same way based on how you two interact so he's persistent.
Tavros knows about you and humans due to watching your journey.
He tries his best to tell you about himself, a bit oblivious to the fact some parts leave you astonished.
Like his entire situation with Vriska.
But there's no need to worry about the past!
The past is depressing!
Now he has you and you have him!
Things can be happy if you just choose to stay with him!
Why would you refuse?
He's adorable and great to be around...
He's... even scared you'll leave him because you won't think he's up to your standards...
Surely you'll agree to be his Matesprit at some point, forever...
You won't leave him, will you?
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So, the Princess' Crusade is more of a cosmic suicide pact. That's disappointing. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop for a while though. Drosselmyer's prophecy from ep 2 never got out of my head: ''Many will offer answers. I would trust your heart and the heart of your companions alone". There's no Big Good that will lighten the load and make things easy, our heroes are gonna have to figure this out themselves.
Man I have been WAITING for their plan to come out this entire time. I admit, I wasn't thinking about Dross's prophecy exactly because it was a while ago--good on you for remembering it from all the way back--but knowing stories and knowing how Brennan tells stories specifically, I was sure there was no way the conflict was as simple as princesses good, fairies bad. Information on what exactly they wanted has been so vague and our heroes haven't been asking for specifics when they had the chance. I had a feeling Brennan was setting up some youthful zealotry leading to Bad Decisions and now, here we are.
This whole situation is really wild for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is the princess squad are saying they're against the concept of these narratives and the power they hold over their lives, but what about the power they themselves will be wielding over everyone else by doing this? They're talking like they're doing a hard thing that's best for everyone though they won't be understood by the common folk and to that I say bicth(es) what? Who are you to decide that life isn't worth living in this form? No one gets to decide but you because you're the main characters? What kind of Divine Right Of Kings BS is that? As someone else pointed out in another post of mine, I think Alphonse the Mule would be pretty put out if he heard the plan was "Let's End It All" while all he wants is to munch some grass.
And like, they don't even have it bad! How mad would you be if you were like, a witch or a giant or a monster whose fate in every Once Upon a Time is to lose and be hated and be killed and you learn that the people who were trying to take down the ship with all of you in it are the people whose job it is to suffer a bit sure but then be beloved, rich, beautiful, and happy forever with the men of their dreams? Like I GET why the Stepmother is like burn it all. Why is CInderella on that same train?
Speaking of why is this person on this train, what's up with Elody? Cinderella is like 18-20, right? I've been a dumb 18 year old girl. I understand that 18 year old girls can be very dramatic and fatalistic and rash. Elody is like 35, right? Does she know the plan? If so, is she COOL with it? (Sidenote: Is there another Elody running around in this version of the world or is she maybe dead?) There are like 3 options here.
(1) She knows and she's fine with it. Which wouldn't really mesh with what we know about her so far but maybe with Ger dead she was like OK screw it. Team Let's End It.
(2) She doesn't know because the princesses knew she wouldn't go along with it if she knew the real plan. Def a possibility but I don't want to pretend like she's uncoruptable. Anyone can subscribe to a bad take at a low time in their life.
(3) She DOES know but she's stringing them along for her own purposes. Listen, if MY useless husband that I loved died trying to do something brave for once in his life, mayhaps I would consider joining up with some overly-zealous suicidal princesses to find the power they wanted to use to end the world to bring back said useless but beloved husband.
I guess we'll see how it ends up shaking out. And likely soon. I have a feeling this might be an Escape The Castle situation happening soon enough.
Oh, one more thing. It kinda blows my mind that the princesses have learned of a book not touched by the Authors--Tim's Book--and are not like oh my gosh that changes everything! They're still fully committed to this nuke all stories plans it seems. Guys please. Have just...a moment of thought about this. A sliver of perspective. A crumb of self-awareness.
#farmer 10#never after#neverafter#dimension 20#d20#never after spoilers#neverafter spoilers#dimension 20 spoilers#d20 spoilers#asks#to be clear I still like the princesses a lot as characters#i have been waiting for this turn for a while#I just think ideologically they're dumb as hell#we are 3 years out from a ROUGH pandemic and things still feel rough#if I found out that like 5 rich girls wanted to nuke the planet bc they were having an existential crisis I would be FURIOUS
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ooh if you're alright to write some more Hearsteel things, how do you think tickle fights with the boys go? like, who usually starts them, who taps out first, who gets ganged up on, who ends up winning? (you don't have to answer all or any of those, just some prompts/ideas!)
OUGH YES PLS thank you for giving me a chance to blab wahgsh
hmmm kayn seems like a type to start it every time when he's fighting ez over something dumb. or fighting k'sante over the car keys. kayn and ez both try to fight that man over the car keys actually. based on that video riot games posted on twitter it was like "he's a 10 but never lets anyone else drive" or something.
kayn is willing to fight at the drop of a hat and sometimes ez wants to drive and then looks at kayn to start the fight for him he's like 😢🥺 and kayn is like perfect. time to induce civil unrest within the band. he swears he doesn't get swayed by ez's puppy dog eyes but that may be part of it!!
sett also likes to start them, even though he does NOT perform well. he be poking phel or yone just to LOSE smh. phel because he doesn't laugh too often and yone when he's doing better in a video game. yone is canonly better than him and he's a lil bastard and is like what i'm not doing anything i would never stoop so low ((gaslighting)) and i bet if they're playing co-op with people online they get called out for throwing LMFAO they get in trouble with other gamers for fooling around. while k'sante usually calls for yone, yone calls for k'sante the same and sett is like ok now this is no longer fair (it is fair he just says anyone going after him is cheating and unwarranted). yone can finally game in peace.
as for who taps out first mayhaps phel! oughgh it'd be so cute if he signs when he's had enough and needs a breather but i can guarantee he's back in the game pretty fast. like he needs a moment but then a bit later he's RIGHT BACK to acting like a dick lol he taps out but decides his ler meter isn't done yet and he's back in that fight asap!
kayn takes too long to tap out for someone who "hates it" it's so obvious but it might embarrass him too much if someone mentions it so they don't wah it's cute.. they're afraid he might decide to prove them wrong by starving himself of attention and decide he doesn't wanna play. also side note here i'm not always aware of how rhaast works in their universe but just imagine it is still the situation of having another entity cause imagine him calling it childish and kayn being like cool. bet. and leaving rhaast to front and rhaast is like WHOAA HOLD ON WAIT WAIT AAAA I TAKE IT BACK HOLD ON
for who gets teamed up on probably yone. because the team loves bothering him when he's doing work or bullying him for acting like he's above it! tapping away at his laptop focusing on nothing else and being snippy when anyone bothers him.. walk your fingers across his back and shoulders and suddenly he's keysmashing by accident. they politely wait for him to periodically save his work. then they grab him. he's very fun to tickle out of an attitude. you can see the crease between his eyebrows smooth out to accompany his new smile!
and for winning. no one ever wins this is a group-wide loss. LOL immeasurable casualties on all fronts. absolutely everyone is wasted by the end. dare i say ez would CLAIM that he's sure he won and everyone becomes hellbent on making sure he knows that he DIDN'T. the competitive spirit they all have is something for sure.
AA TY.. i could talk forever!! wonderful prompts thanky u ✌✌✌✨✨
#heartsteel#my post#ask#TYYYYYY#feel free to send prompts all u want uwu#i can do character n ship specific just lmk owo
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Last few days have been a whirlwind of stuff happening with all this WotC OGL 1.1 business. The leaks were real. The document is now out there. We’ve got confirmations and insider rumors saying that WotC totally knows everyone is pissed, they still think this plan will make them more money, the cancellation of D&D Beyond subs is making them panic, and worst of all, they still think they can push forward with their plans, but they’re going to wait for things to cool down first.
And then Paizo comes out and says they not even going to fuck around with the OGL, though they will fight WotC in court if it comes to that. Until then, they’re hard at work making a new Open RPG Creative License (ORC) for everyone to use, perpetually, irrevocably, forever, because fuck you WotC, that’s why.
That’s a lot to process on its own and that’s not even everything that’s happened in the last 12 or so hours.
I think the unsubbing idea is really good, but I’ve also seen a few people who are treating it like it’s a temporary thing. They’re waiting for WotC to back down, rescind the OGL 1.1 entirely, apologize, and then expect everyone to go back to giving them money and buying any product they put out. I think that would be a terrible outcome and I hope that everyone following this developing story understands why.
The OGL changes are just the start. There’s stuff in there about VTTs and other forms of media. WotC has the D&D movie coming out this year and a D&D series in the works, too. They wanted their VTT to be the biggest, most used one on the market, partially by strangling their competition. There’s also very clear plans to pursue further monetization and microtransactions. The OGL wasn’t just about gutting the competition, it was about making sure there was only one platform, under their control, where D&D would live, and where as much of the money as possible would go into WotC’s pockets.
You can go on D&D Beyond right now and buy individual stat blocks or single magic item descriptions from their official modules. There’s no reason for that to even be an option, but you know that once they finally get their VTT and their new app and the new not-a-new Edition of D&D running, there will be many more things available in microtransaction form. Just a few taps, like Fortnite does, to get some new minis or some fancy effects for your character sheet, or whatever stupid little bullshit they can cram in there to milk people for more money...
It’s THE WORLD’S GREATEST ROLEPLAYING GAME™ after all. No way they wouldn’t tap as many creators and influencers and possible, eagerly showing you how cool it is to be immersed in D&D, the lifestyle brand, spending money on the integrated D&D Beyond App.
All this to say I don’t think anyone should be going back to WotC and D&D unless there’s some massive course corrections that likely aren’t coming after they spent 150 million to purchase D&D beyond. In my opinion, I think WotC has been a very awful company for longer than it’s been good, anyways. The people they’ve got in charge now are the worst they’ve ever had.
The chances of WotC getting their shit together and not being a scummy company who tries to scam their customers are very low. In my opinion, it’s in everyone’s best interest to just be done with WotC. There are better publishers and independent game designers out there who would greatly appreciate a little bit of love, and I guarantee you that there’s nothing D&D has that you can’t get somewhere else or can’t bring with you.
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Asmodeus is silent, he's been silent pretty much throughout the whole day just thinking about one thing. Keeping Fizzarolli safe & close to him. Because, of course that thought has crossed his mind at one point or another & today, well. Maybe it was time to have that conversation?
"Fizz ? Hey, can we talk ? " he starts calmly, patting the seat next to him. "You remember how I said all I've got is time, right ? " His gaze is locked on theirs, searching those gorgeous eyes.
"Well, how would you feel if you were to share immortality with me ? " ( OKAY OKAY. Last one for now. This has been bugging me & it needed to be sent :'3 )
| Muse Interaction
It's a good thing Fizz didn't like to leave and go out often, mainly because he's never been all the able to step foot out into the open with out having his fans there to gawk at him. Or worse his starkers and other creeps to try and well he rather not dwell too much on what they would do or like to do to his person given the chance. Especially after the last kidnapping attempt. Being home where he safe was perfect. Besides seeing how someone, a very handsome prince of Lust that is, sort of outed out their whole relationship? Along with Fizz quitting on Mammon? Yeah Fizz was staying on the down low as possible here. Just meant more time with Ozzie and since they didn't have to worry about being 'secret' did make things far better.
But Maybe it was just him thinking about it all to much Ozzie didn't seem very himself. Fizz tried not to dwell on it even when Ozzie dipped out to his office space. But checking in on him should be fine. Besides not like Fizz had much going on right now. Guess he was the one with all the time in the world. He thinks before peeking into Asmodeus office.
"Heeey Ozzie" He asks letting the bells on his hat jiggle a little as he dips his head to the side looking over to the prince, "Ya been holed up in here good while thought I see how ya doing?" He asks before making his way into the office. Smile wide as he makes his way over to Ozzie. "maybe you should eat? I mean you'll have to cook first but ya know?" he playfully suggests they both know Fizz shouldn't cook, he likely would get water to burn at some point here soon.
"Fizz ? Hey, can we talk ? "
Oh this didn't sound good nor did it make his anexity quite down but he keeps his smile plastered on. "hmm course Ozzie." Moving over to take a seat beside him "Soo whats up? somethin' eattin' at ya big guy?"
"You remember how I said all I've got is time, right ? "
Fizz can feel a faint blush heat his face but smiles as he returns the Lust princess gaze. "Course I do?" He phases it as a question, not because he didn't but more because he wanted to know where he was going with this. He did feel more confident and at ease with things between them since they had that moment at the clown pageant. A very needed talk, guess when you keep everything under wraps though it makes it hard to have those type of talks because you always feel it could just end. "So what about it?" he offers a tilt of his head a bit confused here.
"Well, how would you feel if you were to share immortality with me ? "
"You can do that?" eyes searching the Lust princes own expression, the power the elite demons held was always something to marvel at he had to admit. Maybe because he was towards the end of the food ladder here. But still. "Wait wait!" only know fully understanding what Ozzie was saying and getting at here. "You? You want me to be with you basically forever? I'm still wrapping my head around the fact you want me at all, hell that you love me even let's be honest!" He was rambling he couldn't help it. "But forever?" he looks back up to them unsure about this. "I i mean of course I do I would love to be with you always Ozzie, not being with you? I don't like to think about. But are you sure? I know you don't care who knows anymore but"
was Fizz really worth that much to him? He couldn't ask but it might show from how he drops his head to look to the floor now.
#muse| fizzarolli#starsandsavages#[ I don't see what you see in me but I know what I see in you -starsandsavages]#[ hellva boss verse]#muse interaction#ic reply#stay queue#((fizzy and his self worth issues = me with angst bait uwu))
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