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violet-eng · 7 months

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Neuvillette NSFW Headcanons.

NSFW +18 kamino eru did the 🎨

Since his work is exhaustive and drains a lot of energy from him, most of the time he is a bottom.

He lets you ride him because he knows you like it - and he doesn't have the strength for that.

When he's bottom he cums fast.

He's very, very, very vocal. You are going to hear him say your name many times, he murmurs, moans and pants a lot.

He always tells you how good you are at taking it.

He asks for more, he asks for it with tears in his eyes when you guys are on your third or fourth orgasm.

He cries during sex? YES, he cries because he likes doing it with you, because of the overstimulation you cause in him with your circular movements on his fat cock.

He cries and whispers "I love you, sniff sniff".

You ask for one more round, you lean over him and he accepts -with tears rolling down his eyes- even though he is almost drained. He would do anything for you… when he is bottom.

"Baby, I can't take it anymore," he would say, shiny pearls rolling down his cheeks. "Just a little more, Neuvi, please" you would say back.

---WHEN HE'S ON TOP.

If he had few judgments that day, he will come home early and if you didn't run away… pray, because you will be tied to the bed until dawn. It's now his turn

Neuvillette has high histamine…seriously, high. He is fit. And if his day at work didn't take much of his energy, then he'll pour it all out on you…and not just the energy.

He's good at pregame, he'd sneak up on you from behind while you're in the kitchen and start with wet kisses on your neck.

Lubrication is not a problem for him… Hydro vision…

He has a breast sucking kink.

He is a god, literally a god when eating pussy, like a starving man.

He grunts as the head of his fat cock begins to enter your tight, steaming little pussy. He growls a lot, it's almost animalistic.

Lots of compliments, damn, he praises your body a lot, especially your pussy for the way it sucks him.

His thrusts are soft: Neuvillete not only has sex, no… he makes love, and he wants to show you how much he loves and appreciates you.

Missionary is his favorite position when he decides to be on top, because he can see you cry for him, ask for more, he can also hide his face in the crook of your neck and let you hug him while he speeds up the pace.

He whispers a lot of "I love yous" as he cradles your cheek with his hand.

He likes it when you caress his hair while doing it, he also caresses yours.

He does it all... night... long... and then goes back to work the next day.

He avoids cumming inside because he knows that you are both busy and don't have time to raise children.

AH.... but when he's in heat!!!!! Gurl, look for a place to hide yourself…

He is a dragon, and he smells when you are ovulating.

That thing about not having children because you don't have time for parenting… it was a lie… Neuvilette in heat has a powerful breeding kink

If he is in heat, he notifies that he will not go to work, and at the same time he tells your boss, because girl… you are not going to leave the room for at least two weeks.

His cock grows at that time, perhaps twice its size, and his seed load the same… Hydro Dragon must make sure he has offspring, right?

He thrusts you without warning - almost always -

Puts you in mating press pose almost all the time, because that way he can get deeper

Dirty talk, but for real... who's this man? This ain't the soft Neuvi you know:

"Loving what your man's cock is doing to you, uh?" "You look so nasty from up here, awful, how is that you were a lady before this, moaning like a slut?" "Beg, y/n, beg for my cock in this danked pussy of yours "

Growls, roars, whimpers, calls you his, uses your name with a low low looooooowwwww and sexy voice.

His voice … Archons … the tone of his voice descends to levels that when he bathes your ear could make you cum asap.

He is rough, ambitious, energetic, intense, you feel that at any time he will break you in two.

Finds your point G almost immediately, and will not stop hitting it with its great, fat and long cock, even if you beg him to stop because of overestimulation.

Doesn't go slowly, moreover, you feel as if he was only faster, fuck, how much stamin does he have?

The thrusts are so strong that it is as if you felt it in your throat

He relies on the back of the bed for more power and stability, and you can see his muscles tense in that pose, attractive as fuck.

Leaves you marks. Many … marks. In the breasts, the thighs, the neck, the groin, the shoulders …

Doesn't stop. He loves your cock drunk face beneath him, and tilts his head while appreciating the view.

"Look at that face you're pulling. Looks like you love my cock, eh?"

He's aggressive, yeah, but when he rubs your clit he's just oh so lovely and tender. And that fucking kills you.

Touches the buldge that shows through your belly, where his fat cock hits your cervix, and it only makes him go faster, and faster... you almost faint a couple of times.

Cums a lot, inside of you of course, he wants to see your swollen belly with his child, and ensures that it stays inside of your abused hole.

And that's only for a day... the next 13 days... gurl... you better grab a wheelchair.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #neuvilette smut #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvilette fanart #fontaine

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hyunjinsbelovedamericano · 11 months

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Type of dads skz would be

fluff

not proof read yet

Bangchan

he would be the dad prepared with dad jokes

he would say some joke and be so offended when someone says it's from the internet

if you read my 'annoying/cute skz would do as boyfriends' you already know

he would have a joke for anything it's insane

"Hey,did you hear the rumor about butter,"No","Well,i'm not gonna spread it." you're child would laugh,you still won't find them funny and stand there like a roblox character

Minho

lee know is the best chef in skz

so i think he would be the housewife of the relationship

he'd be cookin' up a small piece of cake(iykyk)

the food would of course be delicious

"I wanna cook today","Well our child likes my food better,so give me the damn spatula"then he snatches it from your hand and starts to cook your pre-made food

Changbin

i feel like your child would be like 'i'll tell my dad','my dads really strong',"my dad will fight you"

when he actually shows up they would be scared

your child would only do this when their young though

he would be bullied if they grew up and said that

"Why would you tell him i fight people","you could start fighting people now.","I'm not gonna fight a five year old","Why not?"."I would not be allowed to pick you up from school anymore."

Hyunjin

everyone knows he's dramatic

so he's gonna even more dramatic when he has a child

when she starts to grow up(shes four)

"ARGH my babies growing up so fast","She opened the door by herself.","ARGHHHHH".He would fall on the floor when she starts to 'mature'.

Han

He would be the playful dad

the one who makes jokes but not dad jokes like chan

he would make them naturally

he would also be energetic at all times,even if he is drained he would have energy for his child

"I feel like i'm gonna faint","dada!!","hi!!"this man would be bipolar for his child,"you just said you were tried two seconds ago","shh",he would be confusing you so much

Felix

Felix is an airport dad

he would have the hand on hip stance standing looking at the departure times

it's a lifestyle

"two more hours until the flight,does anyone need to go bathroom?",he would have those baby carriers yk the ones that are on your chest?."Anyone want kfc,your mom/dad?"

Seungmin

i originally wrote he would be the supportive dad but i change my mind

i feel like he would embarrass his child on purpose and act dumbfounded when he gets confronted

he would laugh after he sees his child run away from the embarrassment

he's a menace

"I just wanted to let you know that i love you","You didn't have to shout it.","You don't love me?"."i don't know anymore"

Jeongin

he would try too be cool

he would those cringe dads that try too use slang 😭

he would be so embarrassing

"Howdy homies what's the tea?","dad shut up","wait,come back,stop running!come back please!"you read that right they ran away from the cringe.

#stray kids x reader #skz x y/n #skz fluff #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #hyunjin x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #changbin x reader #han x reader #skz x you #dad!skz #stray kids fluff

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lunajay33 · 1 year

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Pain Reliever🤍

The people have spoken through a poll and Protective Daryl won so here you go🤍

Summary: You were attending to things around the prison when you get attacked by one of the prisoners and Daryl comes to rescue and help you forget your pain

•Masterlist•

I was walking around the courtyard tidying up some things, at least trying to make this place look a little better, I raised my hand to shield my eyes to see Rick and Daryl down by the main entrance checking the fence for any faulty areas

I went on with my clean up when I felt someone grab me from behind, I felt something cold against my throat and I was completely terrified all I could look at was Daryl down by Rick

“What a pretty little thing” I knew that voice, I knew it was the prisoner Tomas, I never had a good feeling about him and for good reason obviously

“You’re not suppose to be in our court yard” I said as my voice shook

“This is my prison I’ll go where I want, and I want every one of you out of here, think I gotta sends message” he laughed as he dragged his knife across my chest, not lightly either making me scream in pain

I saw Daryl and Rick running towards me but Tomas was dragging me away

“DARYL” I screamed out when Tomas shut the door to their cell block and locked it

He threw me to the ground and hovered over me

“Please….please don’t hurt me” I cried feeling so weak

His eyes were void of anything other than crazy

He took his knife and shoved it into my shoulder before I got the chance to try and stop him

The pain was unbearable and even worse when he pulled it out

“Hey open this damn door” I looked over to the connecting door between the blocks and it was Daryl, Rick and Glenn

“Now why would I do that, when I got what I want right here” he said as he lifted my shirt and sliced my side

“Daryl please” I cried

The next thing I knew Tomas was limp on top of me, I mustered the strength and rolled him off, seeing an arrow pierced straight through his head

I sighed in relief as I crawled over to the cell door and removed the chain

Daryl kneeled in front of me, scared

“I shouldn’t have been out without someone else” I said starting to feel tired

“No no it ain’t yer fault peach” he said as he gave Rick his cross bow and picked me up

They ran back to our cells and laid me in Hershel’s cell

“Daryl it hurts” I said feeling faint

And that’s when I passed out

•*•*•*•*•

I woke up to a sharp pain in my shoulder, I looked to see it bandaged up and everything came flooding back

“Daryl?” I weakly called out

No answer, I slowly got up and made my way out to the court yard to see Daryl and Rick talking, Rick was even patting him on the shoulder obviously consoling him

“Daryl?” I said getting tired, my energy draining fast

He looked up and ran over to me holding me around my waist as he guided me to sit on the stairs

“Sunshine what are ya doing out here?” He asked brushing my hair back

“I woke up and you weren’t there and I didn’t wanna be alone, needed a distraction from the pain” I said as I laid my head on his shoulder

“‘m sorry I couldn’ protect ya” he sighed

“No Daryl you saved me, you can’t control everything but at least I know you’re there for me, my personal knight in shining armour” he held me tighter rubbing his hand up and down my back

“Can I do anythin’ to make ya feel better?” He asked quietly

“Just being held by you makes me forget about the pain….thank you”

“Ya ain’t need to thank me sunshine, I’m always here”

#daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #twd fluff #twd rick #twd michonne #twd negan #twd season 3 #twd maggie #twd carl #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl imagines #daryl fanfiction

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choweyy · 8 months

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collapsed | sukuna ryomen

summary : you need emotional support, but your boyfriend is him..

character : sukuna ryomen (jujutsu kaisen)

warning : there is some curse words here!! because.. it's sukuna.

a/n : funny how i made fic for him after making gojo's fic...

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a sigh escaped your lips as soon as you stepped your feet to your home, you were tired, very very tired, your work were exhausting you and really drained all of your energy out. it's the first time you got this exhausted since the first day tou worked there, your body is so limp, your eye bag is getting worse each day and your body looked paler and paler each days..

you keep trying to not looked tired (mission failed miserably) and no wonder sukuna has growing a little worry for you (he won't shows it for sure), then your leg suddenly betrays you and... you fell. he thought "i'll kill that bossy boss soon bro damn he makes MY baby collapsed? what the hell does he thinks he is?" and he's now carrying you to bed and keep waiting 'till you're awake because he don't freaking know what to do..

you waked up after some hours and found out he was sort of sleeping next to you and holding your hand to make sure you won't go (nah, actually he just wants to holding your warm and soft hands) and you just looked at him at awe, who knows the scariest curse could be soft to his partner who is a human? weakling like a human?

he opened his eye, secretly relieved you're now awake and safe, but you're still pale and limp.. "how many lunch and dinner that you skiped?" and actually.. you did skipped them all.. because of work! but you replied him with "not that much, probably just few of them.." he knows that was a lie, you're too bad at lying sheesh

he orders your favorite foods and shoving them to your mouth, and now your body is getting back their colors and energy!! you sure loved him damn.

you felt so grateful and you said (screamed) "THANK YOUUU ILYY" and hugging him so tight se smiled a little. "yeah yeah, you're welcome brat, better don't skipped your foods and became pale again or else-" a loud "MWAH" was heard "you cared so much about me? 🥹" you sure was in awe.

"don't make me regret falling in love" he said while his ears are maroon red (a/n in giggling) you giggled and hugs him again but tighter this time and your face is nuzzling in his chest "hehe i lobyuu" and you hears his heartbeat and chuckled. he raised an eyebrow "what's s' funny?" and you giggle a little. "nothing, i just love how fast your heartbeat is, and i love you" and you swear you heard his heartbeat is getting faster!

"hm, whatever" and he holds you carefully as if you're made of glass and that fragile.. he loves you too <3

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a/n : why is this so bad? 😭

#sukuna #true form sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryomen fluff #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #ryomen x reader #jjk ryomen #choweyy

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tickletastic · 5 months

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Can I ask for headcanons about the Robins?

Yes, absolutely! I have some batfam headcanons here (and probably a bunch more in my tags), so these ones will focus on them as robins

Dick

Such a little shit, but almost impossible to control because of his unlimited energy

while, as nightwing, he's used to being the eldest, when he was robin, he was almost always the youngest around, so he suffered a lot of the younger sibling torture at the hands of the titans and yj

while bruce wanted dick to be more serious, especially when he's leading a team, i think he was actually terrible at it until jason came around, i don't think this boy could deliver a single command to the titans without bursting out laughing

i think the older people in the titans would probably tickle him when he tried to lean too hard into the whole serious bat thing, to remind him that he's just a kid, and being a twelve year old is more important for his development than fighting crime

while it embarrasses dick immensely to outright admit he likes being tickled, the titans, bruce, and alfred all found out pretty damn fast

dick would get a bit too hyper and end up bouncing (literally) off the walls, hanging from wayne manor chandeliers, and bruce would have to find a way to wrangle him down, eventually he realized that tickling was a great way to drain all of dick's energy (at least for an hour or two)

at some point, while dick would still pretend to put up a fight when peeled down from the ceiling, he would let bruce catch him much easier because he'd be excited for the tickles

i think he's probably ask bruce for soft tummy tickles or back tickles to fall asleep sometimes

Jason

when jason first moved to the manor, he was prickly, to say the absolute least, and it probably took a while for him to warm up to touch given that he grew up in crime alley

the first time that jason doesnt flinch away when dick, alfred, or bruce go to touch him, they consider it a huge win, but still, none of them want to push it too far out of fear that jason will become all skittish again

i think they probably find out that jason is ticklish after patrol, when he's getting checked for injuries,, alfred was probably just trying to check his ribs and jason started to giggle uncontrollably, and suddenly everyone was trying to hide that their attention was on jason being adorable

when jason started leaning into touches is when everyone took it as a sign that he completely trusted them, because jason is not one to tell anybody what he wants, even if he doesn't have to say it out loud

after that, dick took it as free reign to tease jason all he wanted

jason was insanely ticklish when he was robin, but even if he was completely breathless with tears streaming down his face, he would never admit that he was.... but dick still tried to get him to admit it every time

bruce wasnt sure if jason would be anything like dick, but he did try the soft tummy and back tickles on jason to see if he found it relaxing, unfortunately for jason, he found even that to be unbearably ticklish, though he did love bruce's affection

Damian

i always forget that he's literally just a kid, like he's literally pocket sized

not incredibly ticklish like jason was when he was robin, but ticklish enough everywhere that he will at least giggle steadily, even if the spot isnt that bad

he would kill anyone who even attempted to say it out loud but he adores being tickled by his family

i think he loves all affection from his family in general, especially dick and bruce, but he's going to argue, insult, and fight his way through it no matter the form, including tickling

damian is 100% the type to dish out black eyes and bloody noses while he's being tickled

he does actually like back and neck tickles from dick when he's going to sleep, but he cant help himself from laughing, even though he likes how it feels

gets tickled most often by dick and bruce, but every once in a while he'll get thrown over jason's shoulder and tickled until he's actually saying "please stop" instead of just demanding that jason stop

Tim

his ticklishness is pretty similar to dick's, though he can't handle even a second of anticipation, both as robin and as red robin

this is something dick knew very well, and he would use it against tim at any opportunity, just hovering his fingers an inch away from a ticklish spot and watching tim giggle hysterically as if he really is getting tickled

he finds it to be a lot more flustering than his brothers do, and he can't handle teasing at all

after jason's death, dick made sure that tim knew how much he appreciated and loved him, which included A LOT of affection (enough to make up for two brothers)

as a result, i think dick probably found out that tim was ticklish first, by manoeuvring him while they were cuddling or trying to give him a massage

when tim was robin, he would laugh so hard it would even surprise himself, he wouldn't be able to make out a single word while getting tickled silly by dick or bruce

weirdly, i think tim was probably the best at hiding it too,,, i think, while he can't handle anticipation, if someone accidentally brushed him, or if he knew he was going to get checked for injuries, he'd be able to school his features pretty well for a little bit

i think, as robin, he hated the earpieces because the vibrations when someone was talking over the comms tickled too much, though he eventually grew out of it (aka replaced just his comms system with one that wouldn't vibrate so he wouldn't giggle out loud on patrol)

#ask #anon #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfam #batfamily #robin #x4

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inner-viper · 1 year

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What are their kinks? Their sexual intimacy? An overview of their sex life FS (18+ ONLY) PILE 1!

ORIGINAL POST HERE

Hello, my name is Viper and I am an intutive seer/oralce tarot reader. I am well versed in finding information through divination and using my intuition~ Today I wanted to do a spicy topic because its so fun. I haven't started explaining some piles and I already feel the heat. Damn, a lot of passion and fiery enegy in this reading.. Its making me horny LMFAO. THIS TOOK ME 2 DAYS AND I WAS NOT EXPECTING FOR IT TO TAKE THIS LONG. All three of these piles wanted me to do MORE DETAILS. My channeling DRAINED ME. That’s why I took so long because afterwards THEY SUCKED MY ENERGY. (Do not worry, I just received loads of messages. It gets overwhelming). Anyways, remember nothing is set in stone. This is for entertainment purposes only. NO MINORS. 18+ ONLY.

TW: MENTIONS OF KNIFE PLAY, and CHOKING. SEXUAL CONTENT!!

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Classical Tarot Deck: Seven of Swords (in reverse), Eight of Cups, Strength, Knight of Wands (in reverse), Nine of Swords, Queen of Cups (in reverse), King of Pentacles, Queen of Swords

Oracle Deck: Seventh Chakra/Archangel Uriel, The Thinking Man, Second Chakra/Archanhel Ariel, Angel of Strength, Door To Personal Healing and Happiness, Angel of Balance (in reverse), Walking Away, All Tied Up

Ok, this person is the dominant. If you aren't the submisive one then this might not be for you. This person is hot asf in bed. LIKE DAMN they bringing this heat towards the bedroom. Also, STRENGTH SHOWED UP TWICE IN THIS READING. They got STRONG STAMINA. They can go for multiple rounds, they are expreienced. Some of them are not that experienced but they know exactly what to do (This applies to a VERY small minortiy). They aren't emotional when it comes to hdoing the act. I see that they like to let loose and an almost animalistic side of them comes out.. LIKE DAMN. Going back to doing multiple rounds, they definitely like to take their time. They like to dominate bratty submissive people. They like to see you being fucked by them. Not to say they can’t make love but they are just into fucking you. They definitely like receiving head as well. They like to push their partner down on them or take control of their hair. I see that they definitely like to let their partners let loose as well. They love it when their partners are in the moment instead of wondering off in thoughts.. They take their time too, they don’t like feeling rush and they have a thing for dirty talk as well. They are nasty asf bruh(💀). They like bondage and are into BDSM. Some of them might be into some power play here. Like an older man with a mature beautiful partner. What I mean is they like to see power dynamics but it’s not weird (Like not in a creepy way😂). They want to see their partner in lingerie. They want to type them up in specific rope, red rope? They like to be teased by their partner. They want their partner to try to seduce them. Try to make them fall for you as you tease them in a public setting. They definitely like your legs, specially your thighs. They love to see you reveal your thighs with thigh highs? This can apply to all genders. I’m seeing the bottom wearing thigh highs for gay men. If you are gay, they are into femboys.. 🫣 They also like to make their partner moan out their name. They know how to talk in bed. Watch out this person will seriously have you blushing and you won’t be able to think of something fast enough to reply. A real charmer! They will fuck you into you no longer think of anyone but them. Until you can no longer say any words or slurring out words, only moaning their names loudly. Saying that your attempts of seducing them are cute. They like to see their partners on edge. They like to do it in private area with semi-public areas too. Like maybe getting fucked by the window that’s tinted. 🔥 They like to test yours and their discipline. One of their secret fantasy is to dominate someone into submission and to fuck them hard. They like to kiss deeply rather than lightly though. They also seem to have a nice body. They watch a lot of porn. Some of them are into anal and using a toy in the bedroom on you. Yeah, they are very horny individuals. LMFAO

They like to connect with their partners on a deeper level too. They like to do acts with partners that they can connect to. They prefer doing the act with partners they know rather than hookups. During hook-ups, they aren’t as caring and not much love making. They still like to be pleasure at their own pace though. They love switching to multiple positions. They switch positions before they come to bring their partners' pleasure as well. They can come fast if they really focus on themselves, but they won’t do that. They also like missionary, froggy position and seated oral! They like it when their chest is being touched too, it’s a sensitive area in their nipples. Watch out for that tongue, they know how to give very well. “How cute is it to watch you squirm underneath me? What? You can no longer say anything? Haha, let me continue” SO COCKY-

Aftercare: They are very attentive and nice. They will like to clean up and go to sleep because you will be tired. They view sex as healing and very relaxing. They want to make sure to bring that towards you feel like they do.

Thank you for reading. Send suggestions in the ask box!~

#pac

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sadie-bug345 · 26 days

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could you the gang on a museum school trip please? <333

BYE cause this was requested so fucking long ago i feel so bad😭😭😭anyways im finally answering this amazing request‼️

gang at a museum🤓☝️

ponyboy:

actually pays attention to the exhibits

like bro is probably out here taking notes or smth😭

POINT IS:

pony’s into it and good for him

gets kinda tired of it halfway thru though

by then he doesn’t get whiny but he’ll def drag his feet everywhere the gang goes

not the best team player ngl

will stay at the same exhibit for hours and just think about life (??)

johnny:

just goes along w what the gang wants

i feel like johnnys canonically opinionless when it comes to these not so serious activities

just vibing ngl

splits off w dally and two and they jus make fun of peoples names and achievements

and you can just hear pony from across the room like

“guys stoooop the cotton gin was a very important invention considering-“

and darry just cuts him off💀

sodapop:

he and steve pair off and just wreak havoc i can’t even 😭😭

they race up and down stairwells, spread false info about people featured in exhibits

you name it

they’re the employees worst nightmare😭

but like after 15 mins they get bored asf and just mope around

darry probably sends them to go sit back in the car since they so clearly don’t wanna be there anymore💀

darry:

tries to keep the group in line but let’s be real:

is that even possible😭

eventually gives up after 5 mins of trying

just puts on his little headphones and informational tape thingy and death glares anyone in the group who he senses has made a disturbance

he was standing at one exhibit when he heard a big clatter behind him

confident it was two bit, soda, or worse-dally- he whipped around his head w a nasty look on his face

only for it to be a 7 year old boy who burst out crying cause damn if someone as strong and intimidating as darry looked at me like that, i’d do the same

bro was so fast to get out of there😭😭😭

dally:

yeah he a menace, are we surprised?

in general doesn’t really get a lot of fun w it though

cause he’s just put out about being there in general so it doesn’t leave his little brain a lot of space to come up w genuine mischief

kinda goes along w whatever two wants to do cause he knows two is always down w wrecking stuff

tries to hang out w soda but his upbeat energy left dally SO emotionally drained just hanging around him😭

two-bit:

GOOFY GOOFY

bruh races steve around the museum and they are SO loud

in general it’ll just be quiet and you’ll hear a loud cackle of laughter and you just KNOW two is within a five mile radius of your location

makes jokes about ANYTHING

”man, who names their kid seymour🙄” dally groans at an inventor exhibit as he struggles to find something to complain about at the normal, basic, museum

“why dal, seymour is my middle name! seymour BUTTS” 😀

and dallas is just like 🧍‍♀️

steve:

races two to see who gets through the museum faster

trips over a couch which makes the most ungodly clatter noise

everyone and their mother looks up disapprovingly at steve who’s already booking it to the stairwells💀

istg steve is just the type to spawn and despawn SO fast just in general

youll be walking outside the school and he’ll just be like “HEEEEY what’s goin on huh?” with NO warning lmaoooo

TY SO SO MUCH for requesting i’m sorry it took me so fucking long to write this😔anyways my requests are open and i’ll get to them in about a year, trust🙏

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #darry curtis #steve randle #the outsiders sodapop #two bit mathews #matt dillon #sodapop curtis

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smokbeast · 8 months

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fun facts about lewis cause I’m going through it and these asks are keeping me sane

Lewis isn’t really a skeleton, rather he’s a fire demon. His skeletal appearance is his armored skin (almost like insectoid chitin ) but he has a real skeleton and organs and all underneath example below on his anatomy (cause ngnh yeah I’m insane)

The reason fire demons look like skeletons is because of an ancient folklore about their creator the goddess of the sun burning their skin off for trying to escape her unjust wrath, So now they’re all “deformed and hideous”. But they all think they’re pretty sexy hehe :)

fire demon insides are kinda like crystal flesh geodes. You hurt them and their flesh will be almost crystallized but soft somehow at the same time.

Lewis CANT swim, most fire demons can’t. It’ll snuff their core out and kill them slowly and painfully. So he prefers to stay away from water or rain (rain is fine but it’s not comfortable)

lewis is usually always very warm, not unbearably that you can’t touch him. But if you get him mad or he don’t like you, he will heat himself up to hurt ya (that’s only if your on his bad side, this is really hard to achieve, if you did, congrats your getting a third degree burn)

Fire demons have most of their magic in their tails and cores, lewis used to have a tail :)

Lewis is overall a player, but he’s actually quite respectful and prefers it to be mutual on both ends, he’s might be horny, but he’s not a scumbag. But he will steal your wallet and walk out of you after he’s done :)). Unfortunately he is a con artist and a bit of a manwhore, sowwy this is his job. BUT he’ll treat you like the biggest princess ever.

if he gets to know someone he likes, Lewis moves MUCH slower relationships wise and move wise. He like to savor the moments, make them count and be sure it’s genuine. He wants to treat you right and not rush anything

lewis used to date Craig:))))

lewis vents, claws and spines are A bit of a hazard. Sometimes you’ll notice they’re nubby cause he files his spikes and claw to not injure others. As of his vents, he’ll definitely warn you to be careful

lewey is pretty sturdy and strong, but magic wise he can’t quite do much. He tries to avoid using magic as it drains his energy immensely due to his “situation”. However he will flare up in flames given the chance if it’s for emergencies

Certain ways of how he steams up or smokes reveal how he feels. If he’s flaring fire, he’s a bit upset. If he’s flaring sparks you got him by surprise. Pink steam means he’s a bit nervous or flustered. GOD forbid you catch his whole head on fire, you’ll have to run :)

he’s actually decently fast despite his size, those legs of his can have him running for a damn long time, it’s scarier when he’s on all four, but you’ll never really see him do that ever, that’s like.. if he’s absolutely feral

last But not least, he’s self conscious about his tail! He tends to hide it. Always does, and sometimes it wags under his clothes when he’s a bit happy, his face will be stern or smiling tough but you see that stinky lil tail nub moving the fabric of his clothes behind him if you so happen to make his day heheheh

WAIT edit: one last thing. Cause this is important. I made Lewis inspired after cool undertale artists I saw on twitter! Especially mothipixie and others that I followed before bringing back my tumble, cause I saw how fun their art was and undertale. So I made him as a mock sans thing based off the cool underfell sanses I saw and then he became his own thing cause I truly don’t know allot about undertale xD now I’m learning more and having fun with the game and the aus tho so hehe if you wanna play with him or slap or undertale aus at him go ahead I love to see anything :D but yeah I just check out all those cool artists they’re really neat and honestly I prolly never gone back to tumble without getting inspired by them and undertale and fnaf stuff x)

#And uhm yeah that’s lewey!#sorry I went so hard I just love writing pfngnf #smoki rambles #my ocs #Lewis

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elftwink · 3 days

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every few months or so i have to reach out to someone i inexplicably stopped speaking to for literally no reason at all and in my mind this doesn't impact the nature of our relationship in the slightest (i think ive seen a post floating around on here that phrases this like "i don't have a friendship decay mechanic" and thats pretty accurate to me as well) but it is literally so scary because other people definitely can feel negatively about this complete gap in interaction and read into it my intentions (or worse when its due to memory issues do that thing where theyre like "if it was important you would remember ergo i am not important to you") and its like idk how explain that life is just moving to damn fast like to me we may as well have been talking yesterday... makes me very sad because on the one hand people have a right to feel that way and i understand that it can feel like your time is being wasted or that the other person doesn't respect you enough to get back to you (because also. some people do deliberately ignore messages for these reasons unfortunately)

but on the other hand. for me i feel like im always on the back foot because i just dont have the capacity to actually keep up with everyone, and i barely have the capacity to do the apology rounds every few months. also i hate the apology rounds because even if i have every intention of keeping up with people it always slips. i dont think i was meant to live in a world with instant messaging i think we should go back to snail mail. i would also be bad at replying to people with it but at least i would have a better excuse

also sometimes im just like i must be inventing problems when i write replies to people like an email on average takes me 4 hours or so to compose if given my own time. for time sensitive work emails it's still at least half an hour to an hour, which is also about the time it takes me to compose a text message to someone (unless i see it right away and stream of consciousness my answer without thinking then i can do it in 2 minutes but if i dont do this at the exact moment i see the text i cannot do it at a later time). during this process it feels impossible to speed up but its obviously ridiculous for two emails to take the time of an entire work day. also i have to take a break after sending an email or text like it is genuinely really draining and there is just no way it takes this much time or energy for anyone else because if it did we would have made texting illegal by now. but at the same time no single component of writing an email/text is that obviously difficult or energy intensive so im like sweating blood for hours to produce something that looks like it took 3 1/2 minutes maximum like what is wrong with meeeeeee

also no i didnt send my email yet im procrastinating by writing this post. perhaps this is also contributing to my extremely long composition times :/ ok bye everyone if i post again in the next hour and it does say "yay i sent my email" or something of the like please yell at me

#good idea generator #writing my email now and im like. just so embarrassed. gonna send it still but im so embarrassed #then after that. might reply to all the comments on my fic also from last june #and then. after that. if i havent keeled over from stress. i also have like 4 ppl whose text messages i need to reply to #but those are from the last couple weeks which is business as usual for me so significantly less dire than this email

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w00den-spoon · 8 months

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Reward After A Long Days Work

✧ Bottom Ryu Natsume x Top Male Reader ✧

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Summary: Ryu Natsume has just come back from a long day of rehearsal, now that he's back at The Cat's Whiskers he can't resist having a little more fun before he winds down for the night. |One Shot|

Warnings: Smut 18+, Praise Kink, Top reader, Sex toys, Masturbation, Piercings, Choking, Handcuffs.

Word Count: 2k+

Authors Note: I haven't seen a single Ryu Natsume Fanfic yet so here we go. (First ever in the whole fandom?! WE MAKING HISTORY!!) Also please don't be afraid to send me requests for future fanfics OR constructive criticism! Anything and everything is welcome ;) This is also my very first time writing Character x Reader so I apologize if this sucks.

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Ryu dropped his bag at the base of his bedroom door with a smile. He had just come back from an eight-hour choreography practice. Any normal person would be completely drained... Ryu somehow, still had energy in him. The sky was dark and the moon was out, hundreds of stars twinkled in the sky and the dim lights of the room set a calming atmosphere throughout the room.

You had been on your phone, lying on Ryu's bed and scrolling online for hours, waiting for your boyfriend to get back. You often spent the night in the Cat's Whiskers upper bedroom quarters, and when you weren't spending the night there, well, Ryu was happily snoring in your bed back at your apartment.

As you lay on the top bunk of Ryu's bed you took a few glances downward- Watching secretly as your partner wrapped his fingers under his shirt and slowly pulled it off his body. You said nothing, keeping your eyes locked on his chest which was on full display for you and only you to see.

His smooth skin practically glowed in the moonlight. His perked-up nipples... pink- almost red was adorable in a way- and piercings shone in the dimly lit lights were extremely sexy.

Then as he hummed the group's newest tune, Ryu placed his thumbs under the band of his pants, slowly sliding them down to give you a fantastic view of his ass...

Fuck- He's so damn pretty. You thought for a moment, before quickly looking back at your phone... Ryu continued to hum to himself, acting like he was unaware of your eyes admiring him. Over time you slowly turned back to Ryu, your stomach fluttered and your heart pounded fast as a warm sensation crept across your face.

Catching yourself staring once more, you turned back to yourself... noticing a tight feeling in your lower half… Slowly you placed your phone to the side, looking at the bulge in your pants as your face flushed a bright red.

Suddenly your focus switched to two warm thighs wrapping around the sides of your waist. White hair brushed your forehead and a warm sensation danced across your lips. Ryu was kissing you softly as he shifted his hips to grind against your covered boner.

His pale arms were on each side of your head, stabilizing him as he kissed deeper, sliding his tongue into your mouth. It grazed your teeth, begging to be let further into you. Hot breaths and quiet moans exited both you and Ryu’s body as your lips spread further and your kiss deepened.

After a moment, Ryu pulled away, a string of saliva connected from your lips to his, and now both you and Ryu had become extremely hard… A wet stain soaked the singer's white underwear, making his dick and its piercing visible.

“Did you miss me?” Ryu teased pulling a blue rubber band out of his hair and letting the long strands of silver and lavender fall onto his shoulders. You leaned up to Ryu’s ear, using your elbows to stabilize yourself as you ran your fingers through his silky hair.

“Yes, I missed you, darling…” You whispered into his ears with only one thing on your mind… lust. The hairs on Ryu's body stood up as you carefully rotated yourself, shaking the bunk bed till eventually, you got into a comfortable position.

Ryu was underneath you now, your head placed between his thighs and his clothed but bulging penis was right in front of your eyes. You looked up, past Ryu’s hardened dick and nipples, and straight into his eyes that pleaded for his body to be touched.

With one hand, you took his left thigh, holding it up slightly and pushing it to the side to give you more access to his bulge. Without taking your eyes off Ryu, you kissed the inside of his thigh, making him shudder as you spoke in a low, seductive voice.

“It looks like you missed me too…” You teased in return, running your hand that was on Ryu’s thigh to under his thin underwear. Ryu whined at how uncomfortable his undergarments had suddenly become.

“Please…” He softly pleaded under his breath in the most desperate tone imaginable. You smiled, kissing the wet spot on his undergarments, but refusing to do anything more.

“What is it darling…?” You asked, knowing exactly what Ryu wanted, but for your own pleasure, making him say it out loud.

“Please… Your dick… please…” Ryu begged, gliding his hand past his stomach and under his underwear, pulling the fabric down slowly and taking your hand, making you do the same with the other side of his undergarments. His penis sprung up immediately, precum dripping down his dick, as he whined at the feeling of the cool night air brushing his penis.

“Your so beautiful… your body is so lovely…” You praised as you took his dick in your hand, pressing his sliver piercing into the slit of his dick. He moaned at the digging sensation, gripping the sheets with his long fingers and his legs bent closer together. Then he whined, with his voice slightly cracking and his chest rising rapidly. You paused for a moment to see Ryu’s reaction before pressing down again, even harder this time.

“Please! Please oh my- oh my god… it hurts… please-” Ryu begged breathlessly over and over as he tried to focus on something, anything but the tears in his eyes were starting to form and the uncontrollable feeling of the need to be pleasured was taking over. You softly kissed Ryu’s tip before giving his dick one last squeeze and letting go, leaving him with no stimulation whatsoever.

“Why- Why did you stop… c’mon this isn't funny…” Ryu cried out, trying to find you through his tear-filled eyes. You climbed down the bunk beds later and walked over to Ryu’s closet as he whined for you.

Your own dick was dripping now, and it made you shudder with each step you took… your shorts rubbed against your penis as you crouched down to pick a small box off the floor, shaking it so that Ryu could understand where you had run off to.

Then you opened the lid of the small brown box to reveal two pairs of handcuffs and several dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys. You pulled out the handcuffs and the largest vibrator, then tossed the box to the side for you to worry about later.

You took off your shorts throwing them along with the brown box and made your way back to the top bunk. Crawling back on top of Ryu, you took his wrists as he whined at the sudden weight around his waist from you sitting on him.

Locking the cuffs around the singer's wrists, you secured them to the bed’s rails and returned back to Ryu’s dick and hole, and they were ready for a pleasure they had been waiting all day for.

You licked your fingers and swiped some of the precum off Ryu’s penis, flicking the tip and making his hips buck forwards while the sounds of surprised moans and handcuffs rattling filled the room.

You smiled, slowly inserting two fingers into Ryu’s pink asshole. His muscles quivered as they took in your fingers, and Ryu whined non-stop till your fingers stopped moving completely, then he spoke.

“Don't tell me you're going to try to fit that all in right now-” Ryu said after he spotted the huge purple vibrator in the shape of a penis sitting on the bedsheets.

“I believe in you Ryu… we’ll take it slow… alright?” You replied already finished with stretching him out. Ryu blinked, trying to take in what you had just said, and surprisingly he was convinced.

“Al- Alright- Anything- I’ll do anything for you- Ngh-!” Ryu was cut off by a fast wave of shock. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a wail of pain and cum spurt from his penis.

You had just shoved all eight inches of the vibrator into him unexpectedly. Tears streamed down his eyes as he fought the handcuffs holding him back from pleasuring himself any further. S

obs echoed throughout the room as globs of cum shot every few seconds from Ryu and onto the white bedsheets. He groaned and whimpered at the aftershock… it was too sudden…

“Why-? Why- what happened to slow-?!” Ryu barely managed to ask. He wasint upset but a little warning would have been better… and now… God… now the vibrator in him wasn't enough- more- he needed more-

“Oh? Sorry darling I meant with the vibration levels…” You smiled, clicking on a separate remote the number 3 out of ten different buttons.

Ryu moaned once again loudly, his dick was starting to harden again as the vibrations from the toy were sending waves of ecstasy through his whole body.

The bed was shaking and his legs were trembling from the buzzing sensation- everything became a hot sweaty blur. His mind spun as he felt the vibrator go up another two levels, then you crawled over Ryu’s body, sitting on his chest while your dripping penis bobbed slightly up and down above his head.

“Do you think you can take it from both ends baby?” You cooed, taking your penis in your hands and slowly rubbing the slit to give it some kind of stimulation.

“Yes… yes…” Ryu struggled to reply as he licked his lips, not breaking eye contact with your dick. Without another word, you aligned yourself and your penis with the entrance of Ryu’s mouth.

“Spread those pretty lips for me, baby.” You ordered and Ryu did just that. He opened his mouth wide and stuck out his split tongue, ready for his mouth the be vigorously fucked.

Then you thrust your dick deep into the back of his throat. He gagged, coughing at first but you didn't stop as he gasped for air. You pushed harder and deeper, bouncing on his face as you let your head hang back and your eyes roll to the back of your mind. You stuck your tongue out as you took your time, ramming your penis as hard as you could down your partner's throat.

The wetness of Ryu’s mouth- his piercings grazing against your penis ever so slightly, his moans, his whines, his body- it all felt so good- I want to fuck him… I want to- A knot started to form in your stomach, it was tight, but it felt sensational.

“I’m gonna- Ryu- I’m gonna cum-” Not a moment later did loads of sticky, hot, semen shoot down the singer's throat, forcing him to swallow every last drop you released.

A shiver ran down your spine as you moaned nonsense into the night. Tears rolled down your cheeks and your stomach twitched as the last few spurts shot out of your stomach.

You let out a sigh of relief as stopped thrusting and placed all of your weight onto Ryu’s face- Leaning forward and grabbing onto the bunk bed's railing while you tried to catch your breath, making it practically impossible for Ryu to breathe beneath you.

After a moment of wiping beads of sweat off your forehead and readjusting your hair, you felt a slapping seston on your lower back. It took you a moment before you realized that your dick was still lodged in the back of Ryu’s throat and he was hitting you as a way to communicate he needed to breathe. Since when did he get out of those handcuffs? You thought, amazed

Quickly you pulled your dick out of his mouth and crawled off your teary-eyed partner. Ryu gasped for air, his chest rapidly rising and falling as you slowly slid the still-vibrating toy out of Ryu and turned it off. You smiled, watching your partner catch his breath as you made your way to lay next to him.

“Do you need anything, Ryu? Water?” You suggested as you leaned your body against the wall the bed was put against and started playing with Ryu’s soft hair.

Suddenly you were pulled from your position and then entangled in all of Ryu’s limbs. He dug his head into the crook of your neck and softly breathed in and out.

“A little warning would be nice next time-” Ryu suggested, kissing your collarbone and then your lips. It was a quick kiss, nothing too passionate, and then he pulled away with that same energetic smile on his face.

“Love you Ryu…” You whispered after the short kiss. Ryu just smiled and simply replied.

“I know!” Then he rested his head onto his pillow and drifted off to sleep without a care in the world.

#ryu natsume #paradox live #the cat's whiskers #character x reader #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #Ryu Natsume paradox live #smut #oneshot #male reader #male reader x male character

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waitmyturtles · 9 months

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This is VERY UNLIKE ME, but here's some incredibly fast, EXTREMELY late-night meta on two dramas (Dangerous Romance and I Feel You Linger in the Air) from this TIRED mama, all before Only Friends later today!

(Y'all. I've missed being around this week! Moving and unpacking... I'll tell ya. It gets harder as I get older. Mostly because I/we have more stuff, and the BRAINS I need to figure out where this stuff should go is like, as mentally draining as it is physically draining to open boxes, unpack 'em, go up and down stairs -- damn. I have been COLLAPSING at night. Friends have been sending me meta to read -- @ranchthoughts, I see you, boo! <3 <3 The little peeks and breaks I've been getting have been giving me energy. I'm a little back on my bullshit now, and I can't wait to give Only Friends the full treatment tomorrow. But for now, quick notes!)

1) Dangerous Romance, episode 4: Listen, the friends covered a lot (here, here, and here -- @neuroticbookworm, @lurkingshan, @wen-kexing-apologist, all clowning correctly). WKA also notes that this show was written by Pratchaya Thavornthummarut and Bee Pongsate, two of the three writers of some of the best BLs ever -- Bad Buddy, My School President, Dark Blue Kiss, etc. When Bee and Pratchaya write WITHOUT Au Kornprom, as they did in BBS, MSP, and DBK -- things go a touch awry (cc @chickenstrangers, as we've talked about this before). Bee and Pratchaya, for instance, wrote Vice Versa, which I haven't watched, but I know the fam is mid on. (Remember when Aof Noppharnach had to come in to save 2gether by making Still 2gether? 2gether was written by Bee and Pratchaya -- Aof and Au joined in on the Still 2gether correction.)

ANYWAY, ALL OF THIS IS TO SAY that I should have been smarter about this show when I started in on it. It's directed in part by Lit Phadung, formerly of SOTUS, which is a fine show by nostalgia's standards! But like, not the height of drahmah.

So there's a lot of mid kinda swirling around here, and god, honestly, I'm kicking myself, because I should have been more sus. I should have been more sus!

Perth and Chimon are too good for this show. Not that I hate it! I don't hate the show, per se. It's just -- the first episode was so intense, so very issues-based, as all the dear friends noted, that to swerve towards a SUCH a gloopy romance plot was just... man, even SOTUS was WAY more clear in its plot than DR. (Dudes, I was chatting with @neuroticbookworm while I was watching this, and I was like, LOVE SICK HAD A MORE CONVINCING ROMANCE PACE THAN THIS. LOVE SICK!!!) DR is moving WAY too quickly towards the cheesiest of tropes, without the beef to back it up.

Anyway, from the energy vibes that Perth and Chimon are giving off, they should either 1) be making out by now, and/or 2) doing it by now, because like, WHOA, lots of staring, boys! LOTS of staring. And lemme tell ya, someone's staring at me like that, like in the clurb or something, and I'm like, yep, make-out time, right?! RIGHT?!

I am now officially watching this show, as I noted to @neuroticbookworm, literally to watch all the dear GMMTV celebs in here try to avoid a dumpster fire. (Where the hell is June?!) (At least Marc and Pawin are funny for like, the 10 seconds we see them.)

OH, ALSO?! What's the difference in Sailom becoming a sex worker vs. being bought out as a live-in tutor? Were we supposed to judge Sailom becoming an escort? Are we intentionally ignoring bias in socioeconomic gaps, writers? TOO MUCH TO ASK, TEAM! Too. much. to. ask.

I luv you, Perth and Chimon, I LUV YOU, BUT WHY. ANYWAY. MOVING ON.

2) I haven't written anything about I Feel You Linger in the Air yet because of LIFE (see above), and I was very wibbly about it when I started it, because you, your mother, MY mother, and MY MOTHER'S MOTHER all know about how sus I am on Tee Bundit (but I finally watched Lovely Writer and LOVED IT, so I am a touch less sus).

ANYWAY, thanks to the convincing of @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm to look past the slow pace of the first episode as accurate for a historical drama, I kept at it with IFYLITA. And I'm glad I did.

Now this? THIS IS A BL, BABY!

We got sexy typewriter scenes! Drawings of cutie widdle pigwets! Drunk falls! Red cheeks! Reading out loud! POETRY! FLOWERS! ENEMIES AND INTRIGUE! (I'm not happy about the marital rape, but unfortunately, I am thinking that is accurate for the time being portrayed.)

Admittedly -- god, Tee, the episodes are still a little long, my homey. A little long. BUT.

This show, as so many have noted, is just beyond gorgeous. The plumerias. I LOVE Ming and Maey. I LOVE THAT WE MAY HAVE A SAPPHIC SUB-PLOT.

But I also appreciate that only four episodes in, we haven't forgotten that this is a time travel show, in the midst of the budding romance. My thinking on that out-of-body experience on Jom's part was Jom flirting with consciousness after the present-day car crash. But who knows.

I like that Jom is making the connections with those drawings he found in that chest -- and that, lol, he was asking Prik questions about the architecture. Even though Yai's dad seems like a bad dude, I have faith that Tee Bundit is going to keep Nu Surasak going as a good BL dad/dude -- fingers crossed.

I am just -- I am loving where this show is going to go. The house is worried about Yai. I like the way the scent about Yai's preferences is a lot more muted in 1920s Thailand than it would be as set in the present-day. I just think that's totally accurate for what I would call an "old-fashioned" Asian perspective now. I'm very intrigued to see how a historical drama like this will wrestle with homophobia, as this is my first period BL, and -- I'm just excited to see where it'll go.

The acting is GREAT, the pace of the romance is GREAT, the pace of the filming is still slow, but I can't believe I'm saying this -- I'll continue to forgive it for now. Tee, please, PLEASE don't fail us, because you have something GREAT going on here. Yai, head over HEEEELLLLSSS for Jom, is just -- it's a wonder to see, and I am fully on this roller coaster palanquin ride.

(Also, hey, TWO DRAMAS where dudes were PAID to live with their crushes. K!)

(Oh, also, definitely, next time I'm at a clurb, in like, 20 years, I am definitely ordering an URN of liquor with a ladle. Like a baijiu urn. Fuck yeah. What a LOOK.)

(Okay, that's it, good night, see you for Only Friends!)

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance the series #perthchimon #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit #kang x sailom #sailom x kanghan #kanghan x sailom #i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #yai x jom #jom x yai #tee bundit

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astr0-philia · 3 months

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙: 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟'𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

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[Y/N] POV:

My eyes finally opened as if they had been closed for a millenia. 'Why the hell is it so dark...???' Yes, that was my first thought. It was pitch-black, just like the mirror. The darkness felt as if it was swallowing me up. It was terrifying. I don't like this at all. 'Where is this?' A bead of sweat rolled down my face.

How did I not notice where I was? This is scary. As I looked around, with trembling hands I touched everywhere as if to find solace in finding something familiar to hold onto.

Then as my hands moved below me I felt the cushion underneath. It was soft as if covered in silk and fluff. It reminded me of the chairs and cushions in my library where I would spend most of my time reading and passing time. Tears were welling up in my eyes. Suddenly I slammed myself back into reality by slapping my cheeks 'Ok ! ' The slap started to sting. I seriously cannot be;ieve any of this is real though. 'I need to get out of here, this place is Uncomfortable...' With annoyance I looked around as if I hadn't already. ' Dang this space really cramp' As I started to nudge the top, but It wouldn't even budge at all.

Panic was the first thought that came to my mind and panic is what I did.

I started to pound at the lid with panic. 'I don't want to be stuck here forever!' I start to pound at the lid. I can't believe I am so naive! What if some kidnapped me! I can' t be stuck here forever! Then in my moment of panic I heard a voice.....

"Darn it, people are coming soon! Grr....Better get the uniform fast...." mumbled a high-pitched voice.

'Who the hell was that? The person's voice sounded high-pitched like they had inhaled helium?'

The person as if on cue walked towards my box at a rapid pace, making me stunned. I froze in place. Was this really it? Was I the future empress of Andromeda really going to die?

*Starts to recite the holy bible of Andromeda*

"Oooo.... I don't think I want this one. This coffin looks shabby as hell. Hey, that one looks cool! I want that one!"

As if the heavens heard my plea the helium voiced individual scurried off to the coffin in a terrifyingly quick pace. 'Wait....COFFIN????' I was in a freaking coffin? Who in the right mind would put a person in a coffin.....

'Damn did the soldiers really think I dropped dead or something?'

"Ugh- why is this lid so heavy? Guess I'll have to use my last resort...."

Then it felt hot. So hot that the coffin I was in was starting to become humid and even more uncofortable. I do not like this at all. 'It feels as if i am getting burned alive....don't tell me....AM I ACTUALLY GETTING BURNED ALIVE??? '

Then all of sudden I heard a new voice.

"You, why are you awake already?!" said the high pitched voice.

Then the new voice, as if had just woken up from deep sleep, replied with "A t-talking raccoon?!"

'Ok, excuse me, a talking racoon? Is the guy out of his mind or something?'

The voice sounded like a male. Maybe this guy could help me get out! And maybe he can help me find out how to get out of this place. So then I screamed.

"Hey whoever is out there help me! Get me out of here! Please!" I begged in plea.

I could not handle being in this cramped and humid coffin anymore. It was getting very uncomfortable.

As if hearing my plea. I heard the person scurry over in a fast pace towards my coffin and start to pull. I got the gist of the plan and started pushing as well. This is such a mess.

I don’t like this situation at all! I just wanna go back to my palace and see my family again!

"I-it’s opening! Just push a bit more" said the stranger.

"I'm trying! I’m trying!!! It's just so hard to budge!" I felt my energy getting drained from me.

With the last of my strength I kicked the lid of the coffin as hard as I could.

Then boom 💥

The lid flew off the coffin and almost hit the head of the stranger. The next I knew I was falling from the coffin at high speeds. Just as I was about to hit the floor, I closed my eyes waiting for impact.

Then I collided with something.

“Oof-"

’Huh? That didn’t hurt…..’

I opened my eyes slowly….. I was on top of the stranger.

I.Was.On.Top.Of.The.Stranger.

Why is my luck so bad?

I looked at the man’s face in a hurry to see who caught me.

…..was this the man who just saved me?

Well damn... he looks kinda cute. Also why was his chest so soft?

‘Dude has man-boobs fr’

Well was very nice to look at as well. His face has a sharp jawline and hints of baby fat but it was still very cute. He had black eyes and black hair too. To sum it up he was handsome.

As I was laying there the man caught me staring and asked “Are you okay?” In slight concern.

It was then when he said that the situation had dawned on me. I was still on the man.

I got up as quickly as possible,

"I am very sorry! I just w-wanted to get out and-" Why did I stutter! Now he'll think I am weird......

"It's okay." Even his voice sounded a bit hoarse. It was probably because I fell on him. I feel kinda bad…...

"What's your name?" I asked trying to start a conversation to diminish the awkward atmosphere.

"My name is Enma Yuuken and I am a first year in college. What’s your name?" He asked in curiosity.

Knowing me I was prepared to answer this question.

"I am the royal princess of the planet Andromeda. My name is [Y/N] Alastair, it is a pleasure to meet you." Heh. His jaw slacked in suprise and looked at me with wide eyes.

Did I say too much? He looks a bit out of himself right now.

"W-wait a princess-" Was that too much for him?

'Hmmm….. Nahhhh’

"Hey what the hell are you two doing? Did you forget about the great Grim?!" exclaimed the high-pitched voice. What's with people cutting each off today?

I turned my head around trying to find the human with the high-pitched voice, but instead saw a raccoon. My face contorted into one of confusion and surprise. Was the guy Enma Yuuken really telling the truth?

’Well damn, guess I was wrong.’

"You better give me your robes if you don't want to face the wrath of the great grim! There's no time to chit-chat!"

"Why would we give you our robes?" I replied back wanting to receive an answer but instead was faced with a huge blue flame thrown at me. Just as it was about to hit me, Yuuken jumped in front of me and pulled us both out of the way.

"Give you robes now-"

In the rush of the moment we both ran together to the safety of the hallways trying to get the raccoon off our trail. Then we reached a library. It was teeming with towers and towers of stacked books. Looked even bigger than the library we had in our palace. It looked amazing.

As we entered I heard Yuuken mumble something, "If this is a dream please let me wake up." he whispered.

'Me too, my man. Seriously how did we end up here anyways?'

Getting bored I turned from Yuuken and looked around. As I looked around our surroundings, I couldn't believe what I saw.

Floating bookshelves. How in the world were they able to accomplish that.

"Did you think you could run away from me!? You lowly humans!" A voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

I turned around only to see the fire-breathing cat. "OH MY GOD?! How did you appear here so fast?" I screamed in terror.

"Now, if you don't want to be roasted whole, give me those clothesーFugya!?" A flash of black appeared in my vision. I couldn't identify what it was but it sounded like it hurt a lot.

"It hurts! What's this string!?" In pain as something wrapped around him with a vice grip.

Looking closely at the object wrapping him my jaw dropped. Was that a whip?

Me and Yuuken stared in disbelief as a guy with a bird mask came up to us with a whip in hand. It looked too kinky and weird for its own good. Grim was tied up in the whip and was grunting in what sounded as grunts of pain and displeasure. The sight was very unpleasant to watch.

"It's not a string. It's the whip of love! Aah, I finally found you." Turning to us he exclaimed. "You're this year's new student, right? You should not be wandering around like this! Also to have a familiar! It's against the rules in this school, I'm afraid." he warned us, putting his hands on his hips. First of all okay????

Second of all....school? I didn't sign for any school? I already have royal tutore back home in Andromeda.

Third of all. A familiar? Since when did was grim a familiar? He's probably talking about Grim being Yuuken's familiar-

As I turned around to look at him in a questioning gaze, I looked at him in disbelief as even he looked confused. Was it not his either? He then also looked at Grim and spoke,

"Sir, that thing is not my familiar."

"Yeah and it's not mine either." I said gathering up all my courage.

"Yeah! Let me go- I'm not this guy's familiar!" Grim shouted in annoyance. That whip looked quite uncomfortable in his defense.

"Oh what a rebellious familiar you have, well then let's head to the mirror chamber not quickly." said the bird man, ignoring our statement. Was he serious? Why was this adult man ignoring our statements?

I in disbelief took a closer look at the bird man. His eyes were hidden behind his mask and his yellow eyes shone amidst the darkness they held. They were like amethysts shining in the light. He had a large jacket on his shoulders which had irregular feathers sticking out of them, quite fashionable I would say. He wore a hat atop his head. His ears were pointed as if he was those of an elf from my homeland. His hair was also quite wavy and messy too.

"Where is this?" asked Yuu in a apprehensive voice.

The bird man sweat-dropped and coughed at the question, as he answered. "This is Night Raven also known as NRC. Its a place where magicians with exceptional talents gather, Twisted Wonderland's most prestigious magician training academy." in a monotone voice he spoke. "I am the acting director and headmage of this college, my name is Dire Crowley." So that's his name. Also Why is this unresponsible man the headmage of this school?

"The chosen ones are called into this academy through the door, from all over the world. In your place, too, surely a black carriage carrying a door came to pick you up." Wait what....wasn't the thing that brought me here a black mirror?

"Wait so you're saying I was forcefully brought here by a carriage against my own will!?" shouted Yuuken with shock.

"Yes, yes. Happens to everyone who enters this school" Crowley sweat dropped as he calmly responded.

"I was brought in here by a mirror though?" In unsureness and contemplation.

"A Mirror? How...hmm.... interesting.... Well then let's head to your orientation now!" Okay bro let that go too fast.

I couldn't help but give him a side-eye. He is really too ignorant for his own good.

As I looked at Yuuken in acknowledgement as if asking him if I could follow him, he nodded. So then I quickly grabbed his hand and headed to where Crowley was. Grim was grunting and wiggling as if trying to get out of the vice-like grasp of the whip. Then Crowley...Crowley was just whistling and enjoying his day. While me and Yuuken were behind him trying not to give up on life.

This is not a great day.

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Author note: I hope you guys like this chapter ;) Wait till you see what I got planned for the next chapter!

#twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #crowley #twst grim #enma yuuken #various x reader #x reader

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Year of the OTP - April 2023 - Canon Divergence/AU

(("I’m not great at writing AUs" I say in the March post, not realizing I'd picked up my clown makeup that day. I meant to write something else out of the possible prompts; this happened instead. More notes at the end. Year of the OTP prompt list here. This is 3550 words of an alternate Shadowbringers timeline.))

Crack

His gunshot struck true, the familiar dissipating with an ear-splitting screech and burst of aether.

“Bastard!” Ran’jit shouted. Still moving too fast, going from stumbling to rushing in, fists connecting with a suddenly fragile-seeming sternum and ribcage.

Air knocked out, he flew backwards.

“Zaine!” Thancred’s voice sounded far away.

Crack

The gunblade’s last shot filled the air, bursting with the girl’s aether.

There was a gurgled cry, and then a slumping sound. Ran’jit said something Zaine couldn’t make out as he made himself partly sit up—just in time to watch the general finish falling to the ground, dead.

The point of Thancred’s gunblade dug into the dirt as he fell to a knee, panting. He was bruised and bleeding, having taken the brunt of Ran’jit’s rage while Zaine dashed around with his revolver and automatons, trying to get in shots past nearly impenetrable defenses. It had been hells, but together, they’d done it.

Thancred tried to stand, then fell, splayed out on his back in a puff of dust.

“Thancred!” Zaine rasped. He tried to get up, but oh, that hurt; he definitely had some cracked—maybe broken—ribs, his cuirass the only thing holding him together, and none too well. He crawled to his companion.

Whatever rogue’s trick Thancred had been pulling to vanish so completely from Ran’jit’s preternatural senses—even Zaine, familiar with Thancred’s aether and abilities and with a few tricks of his own, hadn’t been able to sense him—had taken its toll, perhaps even more than Ran’jit’s martial arts and magicks had.

Zaine knew what a dying man looked like, and Thancred was standing on Thal’s threshold.

“No no no you don’t,” Zaine rasped as he finally reached him. Thancred’s injuries were extensive, but it was definitely the aetheric drain—in a man who couldn’t properly manipulate aether—taking its toll.

And yet Thancred, with an arm over his eyes to shield them from the unrelenting Light above, smiled, the whisper of a word finishing with a last breath as Zaine reached him.

“C’mon, Thancred, stay with me,” Zaine begged, searching through his comrade’s many pockets and pouches. “Godsdammit, where are your potions?”

He knew some had been used in the battle, but wasn’t certain when Thancred had last restocked; surely before they had returned to the desert. Zaine finally found the remnants of two vials smashed from one of Ran’jit’s crushing attacks, and swore in Thavnairian.

“If I find whoever taught you that aetheric cutoff trick, I’m wringing their neck,” he muttered. He barely had enough energy for himself, but something had to be done.

“The girl needs you,” Zaine said, certain of her choice. “Aeryn needs you. You gotta stay with us, brother.”

He wasn’t nearly the mage his sister was, but he had no options. Drawing on what little he had left, he cast his own rudimentary healing spell.

Were those familiar voices calling their names, or his own wishful thinking?

Zaine blacked out as Thancred coughed in a breath.

—

The night sky over Amh Araeng was clear and cold. Looking out over the shadowed landscape from the balcony of the old inn, Zaine could almost imagine himself back in Thanalan, if not for the great glittering wall of translucent crystal along the southern horizon.

“Farewell, sweetheart,” he whispered, tears prickling at his eyes even as he smiled.

He had given up his last chance to see her, but couldn’t regret that decision.

Not when he had looked up to see his sister’s relieved, tear-streaked face. It was the damn rogue she had embraced first, her eyes bright with joy.

Zaine didn’t regret it when they’d caught sight of the girl and her changes, inside and out. Couldn’t regret, seeing the look on her face when Thancred gave her a new name.

Perhaps, Zaine thought, he had let Minfilia go long ago without quite realizing it, his and Thancred’s contentious relationship one of habit and a lack of honest discussion, even as they stood side by side to keep their Scion family safe.

“Gil for your thoughts?” the man in question asked from right beside him, having silently joined Zaine, knowing he hated it when Thancred did that.

Zaine managed not to jump, only shrugged and smiled. “Thinking we had a helluva day and I’m going to be sore for a moon, even with our friends’ expert healing.”

“They’re certainly better at it than you are,” Thancred agreed.

“It was enough to keep you alive.”

“It was, and I am grateful. Though I wish it had not come with risk to yourself.”

“I’d do it all again—including the lecture from Y’shtola—in a heartbeat,” Zaine replied. Their sorceress had not been amused by the levels of aetheric drain both of them had committed.

“Brave man,” Thancred deadpanned. “Though I feel the same. Thank you, for having my back. Even if I haven’t always been as gracious about it as I could have been.”

“Thank you for always having mine. Even if I haven’t always been good about it, either.” Zaine looked at the Floodwall again. “It’s funny how much we’ve been pricks to each other, when it’s the last thing she’d have wanted.”

“Well, you are quite stubborn,” Thancred said, smiling.

“Says the most aurochs-headed man I know,” Zaine answered with his own grin.

“I suppose that’s better than what you usually call me; what was it? Hamsa-headed?”

“That too, but we’ll ignore that for now.”

They laughed, then winced, as not all of their injuries could be magically healed and the foray into the depths of the well hadn’t helped. They were both similarly attired in simple spare undershirts and trousers, the Scions having retired to Twine before returning to the Crystarium on the morrow—and their gear was in desperate need of cleaning and repair, only some of which could be done in the mining town.

“Talked to Ryne yet?” Zaine asked, trying to sound conversational. Her new name took no getting used to, fitting perfectly.

“Just finished; there was much to say. And now we both needed a bit of…Well.” Thancred shrugged.

“I can see that. But you and her’ll be all right.”

“I hope so.”

“Thancred, it’s been obvious you love that girl, even though you were a bloody idiot about how to show it for too long. And she adores you, even though she was too scared to say it—due to you being a hamsa-head.”

“Ah, there it is,” Thancred drawled. Yet they both remained relaxed, the interchange containing none of the tension and heat that even a day ago Zaine would have expected out of one or both of them.

They had left it in the sands with Ran’jit’s corpse, where it belonged.

“But,” Zaine continued. “So long as you remember how to use that silver tongue of yours to actually talk like a person to her, it’ll work out.”

“I do think we’re on our way.”

“There is one thing you ought to do tonight yet, though.”

Thancred raised a brow. “Oh?”

Zaine let out a breath, and then gestured to a nearby window, interior view blocked by thin curtains. “Go talk to Aeryn.”

The shift was subtle, but Thancred’s demeanor went blank in an attempt to disguise his feelings.

“I know you two were sneaking about like a couple of adolescents back in the Source,” Zaine said, holding up a hand to forestall Thancred’s protest. “And there’s been at least one rendezvous here in the First, unless I miss my guess about what you two got up to in Rak’tika.” Now Thancred looked away, not embarrassed, but not willing to look Zaine in the eye, either. “And there’s still much to do and a lot going on…”

The way Aeryn had gasped and clutched her chest after taking in this last Lightwarden’s aether was concerning. His mind went back to Y’shtola’s privately mentioned concerns, and Urianger’s recalcitrance.

“…But if this adventure has taught us anything, it's that we shouldn't keep putting off what needs to be said. And any fool can see how you two feel about one another. Waiting on it won’t make it easier—and the opportunity may slip by at all.”

“Speaking from experience?” Thancred’s gaze remained on Aeryn’s window.

“A little,” Zaine said. “When I found out five whole years had passed, and with everything happening…Minfilia and I decided to take it slowly, especially since it seemed we’d barely begun before Carteneau. We wanted to figure out where we stood after she’d lived so much more time, while I hadn’t. We were really only just sorting ourselves out again when…well, when the Banquet happened.” He shrugged. “And now here we are, where you’ve lived five whole years while no time’s passed for Aeryn, after you’d both barely got your heads out of your arses to begin with, and Twelve only know what tomorrow’ll bring.”

“Right.” Thancred took a breath and straightened “And you’re not going to be bothered if aught does happen between…us?” He forced the last word.

“‘Course I’ll be bothered; that’s my baby sister. And if you hurt her, once she’s through with you, I’ll beat down whatever’s left.”

Thancred laughed only a tinge nervously (and with another wince), his practiced suave demeanor holding a tide of doubts and concerns at bay. “I seem to recall a similar sentiment spoken between us before, if in reverse.”

“I never claimed to be original. You said it prettier though, sounded way more threatening.”

“Thank you, I do have a reputation to uphold.”

“In all honesty though…I just want her to be happy. You too; you both deserve it. Don’t you dare,” Zaine said, when Thancred immediately tried to argue. “You two are disgustingly cute together, especially when you think no one’s noticing, but it’s good for you. So go talk to her, cuz after all the shite you’ve pulled, it’s needed.”

“Very well,” Thancred said. “Assuming all is well between you and I; ‘twas my reason for coming out here, after all.”

“‘Less there’s something I don’t know about, I think we are good. Finally.”

Thancred smiled slightly, clapping a hand on Zaine’s arm as he stepped away. He paused and took a breath before heading inside. A few moments later, a shadow crossed Aeryn’s window as she moved to answer her door.

“I need a drink,” Zaine said, waiting until two shadows crossed the window again to go inside himself.

—

A bath almost had Aeryn feeling clean, and now she sat cross-legged on the narrow bed in the tiny room. There was no point sitting at the small square of a table to write; it and the chair were the only spaces available for her pack and other gear. So she had out her little lap board for sketching and writing in her journal.

More messy sketches tonight; words were proving difficult, though she had a few random, broken phrases thrown in. Notes to herself for when she was in a better mindset to properly record the long day’s events.

They ought to finally sit up for Minfilia, in the tradition of their people for a lost loved one. Not tonight; she was not going to be able to stay awake all night, nor was this room good for doing so. She needed space, and things to do, and to convince Zaine to begin with…

She had a feeling of someone nearby; nothing concrete, no sound, yet something caught the edge of her empathic senses. After a long wait, she just about gave it up as imagined when there was a tentative knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“It’s me,” Thancred’s voice was soft and further muffled by the old wood. “Might I come in?”

Aeryn set aside her journal as she unfolded and stood. It was a few short steps to unlock and open the door. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes, fine, I just wished to…talk.”

Her brow raised. “He really did beat the sense into you, didn’t he?” She stepped aside to admit him.

“Very funny,” Thancred replied dryly as he looked around. “One would think the Warrior of Darkness warranted a larger room.”

She wrinkled her nose at the title. “If I was sharing with Alisaie or Y’shtola, perhaps. But Alisaie’s rooming with Ryne, and Y’shtola and I decided ‘twould be best to have our own spaces, small as they are. I’m surprised this inn has so many rooms.”

“Likely from far more prosperous times; this building’s pre-Flood,” Thancred answered, sitting on the edge of the bed for lack of anywhere else. “But I didn’t come to speak of our accommodations.”

“You and Ryne have spoken?” Aeryn sat next to him.

He chuckled. “Aye, and we’ve come to an understanding, I believe, though she required some space to think on all that was said.”

Aeryn nodded. “Quite the day for all involved.”

They sat in silence for a breath, then both tried to speak at once, staring at each other for a blink before sheepishly chuckling. She knew her usual easy blush already crept across her cheeks.

“You first,” Thancred said.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t be there with us,” she said. “I wish we’d made certain of Ran’jit’s fate in the Ronkan ruins so that you could be.”

Thancred shook his head. “We had no way of knowing he had his own tricks to survive that fall. And perhaps…it worked better that I was not present. I never wanted to influence Ryne’s decision—though I hadn’t realized that no matter what I did, that’s exactly what I was doing.”

“But I know how much you wanted to see Minfilia again. I made sure she knew…though it seemed she did already.”

“I said my piece, lying there in the sands. And I am at peace with that. So please; think no more about it. I did what I had to, to ensure Ryne’s success. I have no regrets on that matter.” He frowned a little, as if wishing to continue but unsure how.

“Just one more thing then: Thank you. For letting Zaine stay.”

Thancred raised a brow. “He didn’t give much choice. I wish he could have gone with you, wish he had not taken such injuries. Yet I cannot regret that he stayed either.”

“I was scared for you both; I was afraid of what would happen if either of you tried Ran’jit alone. I…” she paused in thought. “I’m happy you’re here,” she finally said, quickly, not quite looking at him but smiling as she carefully covered his hand with her own.

He turned his palm up to grasp her hand, idly running his thumb along a thin scar. “I’m quite happy to be here as well,” he said quietly. “Alive…and in this room.”

Her blush was in her ears. “You um, wanted to say something a bit ago?”

He took a moment, holding her hand. “If I were to have…further regrets this day, Ryne is not the only one to whom I owed a conversation. I know we’ve…tried, and it did not go well.” She nodded and managed to not cringe at the memory of their argument in his Crystarium apartment. “But I cannot go longer without…speaking my mind.”

“Zaine put you up to this?” she tried to joke.

“More ‘strongly encouraged.’ A relief, really, given our own contentious history.”

“Are you two all right? Given…everything.”

“I believe so; I went to clear the air with him, and found it already so, strangely enough.”

Aeryn thought about how to ask her next question. “And…are we all right?” She wanted to wince.

“Well, that rather depends, doesn’t it?” He turned to face her, still holding her hand. “I’m no longer angry about that argument, and wish to apologize for not being more forthcoming about…a good number of things.”

“I ought to be the one apologizing, what I said was horrid.”

Thancred huffed out a laugh. “Not entirely unwarranted, and I know why. Nor was I terribly reassuring. I must say I do prefer the…discussion we had in Rak’tika.”

Her blush’s heat crawled all the way down her neck. “I appreciated the um. Reassurance there,” she said.

He lifted her hand, brushing his lips over her fingers. “It made me realize how very much I’d missed you. I thought I already knew, after years spent dreaming of your memory, as well dreams of seeing you again.” Her breath caught, unable to look away from those warm golden-brown eyes as they watched her. “You know,” he continued. “I wrote you letters.”

“What?”

“Just after the turn of the year, when Norvrandt would see the equivalent to your nameday. I knew time was not passing for you, yet there were so many things I did not risk forgetting. It gave me an excuse to put down a good many thoughts. Some feelings.” His free hand played with a lock of her long, loose black hair.

Aeryn’s heart was pounding. “What sort of feelings?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Ones I hesitated to name, but after today, and whatever’s happening with you and the Lightwardens…Well I should like to think I have learned my lessons.”

“Didn’t you once claim you were a terrible student?” she teased.

“Only when I did not care for the subject.” His hand cupped her cheek now. “But you I could study forever, in an attempt to learn every detail.”

“…Oh,” was all she could answer, her mouth suddenly dry. She ought to be able to say more than that, but her head was spinning and her pulse was rapid.

Thancred cleared his throat. “I…love you, Aeryn,” he said. “I am in love with you. I don’t expect aught in return,” he added quickly. “But I’m here, and I’m yours, if…if you want.”

In Aeryn’s mind, a puzzle piece clicked into place as a sensation she had been unable to define clarified. A feeling she had held close inside, sensing the same within him but afraid they had been simply reflecting one another—it was not a reflection, but a connection, and it had a name.

She leaned forward, pulling him to her for a kiss. He took a moment to relax, due to the surprise, but quickly recovered, arms around her, sighing into a closer embrace.

Aeryn reluctantly broke away, resting her cheek against his. “I love you, too,” she whispered. “I think for a while, I just didn’t realize it. Now that I have, all that I want is you here.”

Thancred let out a deep breath against her neck, a last level of tension melting as he held her. “Well, certainly less awkward that way,” he tried to joke, but emotion thickened his voice.

Aeryn couldn’t help a brief giggle. “Can you stay tonight?”

“If that is your wish. Though I’m afraid I’m not fully recovered.”

“That’s all right; just you being here is enough,” she replied as they shifted, until lying side by side on the narrow bed, holding one another close in assurance and comfort after the day’s events.

She recalled the first time they had simply held one another like this, talking until they had fallen asleep, in an officer’s bunk the night before the assault on Ala Mhigo. Thinking back, her brother had made some oblique comments the next day.

Aeryn grinned. “Although, if you don’t mind, I’ll still want to borrow your shirt briefly in the morning.”

—

Morning dawned clear over Amh Araeng, all pinks and golds before becoming blues. It was still cool, and most folks were yet in bed, the novelty of the night sky keeping many awake longer than usual the evening before.

And so Zaine found himself in the inn’s kitchen—with permission from the sleepy Ronso grandmother usually reigning over that space—to start the coffee and a simple breakfast for his comrades. They would have to set out to return to the Crystarium before long.

A familiar step caught his ear, and he braced himself. A moment later he had acquired an Aeryn backpack, her arms over his chest, legs hanging behind his, her toes not quite reaching the floor.

“I’m trying to cook y’know.”

“I just wanted to thank you,” Aeryn replied, way too close to his ear.

“For breakfast?” Zaine asked dryly.

“For last night.”

“Dunno what you mean, and don’t want to.”

Her arms tightened briefly in a hug, and she brushed a kiss on his cheek. “Well thanks anyroad.” She let go, landing lightly and turning to the coffee pot.

Zaine glanced her way, then looked again. She was preparing two mugs which was questionable enough, but what had truly caught his attention was the familiar shirt that certainly did not belong to her, hanging on her slim frame in a way it did not when he’d seen it worn by its broader-built owner the night before.

“Ugh,” Zaine grunted as Aeryn gave him a bright, sweet smile, before carrying both mugs back upstairs. Given how sore and achy he still felt this morning, could they truly have—

“No,” he said to himself. “Not thinking about that.”

Back to focusing on breakfast and what would come next once they returned to the Crystarium. There might even be a few changes, he thought with a glance at the stairs, before they considered the last Lightwarden.

And while he might take a brother’s prerogative to grouse about a certain change, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

—

((My usual canon divergence of "Ran'jit shoulda died at the trolley by Thancred's hand" is present; in mainline, Ran'jit's tactics are for 1 opponent, and Aeryn had helped Ryne with some magic that was incorporated into that special practice Cartridge. Here Ran'jit knows how to fight against two, but Zaine's presence both disrupts and makes up for the lack of Aeryn's aid in the cartridge.

That Zaine's here at all is a major divergence from my usual Aeryn WoL canon; mainline, Zaine doesn't come out the other side of Louisoix's spell, diverted by Hydaelyn and making a choice to aid the injured divinity directly. She chooses to send him back here instead of accepting his offer. With Zaine present, Aeryn gets to share the burdens and responsibility of being a WoL, so in some ways is lighter in mood and has more fun, though her imposter syndrome's worse, as she initially sees herself as second to Zaine for too long; it's only in ShB and EW that it becomes more apparent to her whose story this is (Zaine figured it out awhile ago).

The other major change to my usual story, is with Zaine to talk to, Aeryn also doesn't have her same regrets about Haurchefant, and here, the "I love you"s exchanged with Thancred comes earlier than in the main story (where it happens before facing Emet-Selch in Amaurot, though Thancred also says it in a letter after Mt Gulg). Zaine is a mediator and counselor at heart, and keeps the Scions grounded a lot of times in this AU.

Aeryn and Zaine just getting to be siblings has been described as "bittersweet" given his loss in the main wolverse. They're their own kind of bond, in more ways than one.

I have a whole outline of "Zaine Lives" up to 6.1. This is ridiculous. I have enough to write for my main WoLverse. Darn blorbos.))

#Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Writing #YOTP 2023 #Shadowbringers #Thancred Waters #Thancred x WoL #wolcred #shippy nonsense #Zaine Striker #Aeryn Striker #Lyn Edits #Minor Canon Divergence #Wolverse AU #I need to just accept I've lost control to these characters

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PHIL’S POV!!!

I’m gonna cry. The carriage story. How fast his brain works. The stone cold worry for his son’s safety. The threats! His son will be found and the person who did this will pay. Oh and this line single handle destroyed me: [But now, for the first time in his whole life, Wilbur was too far for Phil to reach.] He loves the boy so much, Bee. I can’t handle this amount of love. These are just words on a page. Yet I can feel all the grief and love and worry and anger and sorrow. (Not the mention the constant tension I felt knowing what he was about to be told, just waiting for the anvil to drop).

Also, Wilbur being unable to sleep on carriages is much more of an important plot point than I expected it to be. He falls asleep faster/easier than Tomys because he couldn’t rest on the way there. He must be so tired even his panic can’t keep him awake. (Tbf, the panic attack would probably seep energy too). And then we know both Niki and Phil know him well enough to know he can’t sleep on a moving vehicle. And there’s already so much love stored in Phil deciding to let Wilbur rest first because his son truly is the most important thing to him.

[and Wilbur would jerk his head up with a sharp gasp. For a moment, his eyes would be filled with fear. Then, he would see Phil sitting above him, and all the tension and terror in his small shoulders would drain away as he laid his head back down.] given everything else, I think stabbing me might have hurt less than reading this.

We also know how Niki and Phil know this, which is when they visited Summerdam. And I am, so soft. Phil not sleeping but keeping an eye on his kid and then his kid can’t sleep because things keep waking him up and he gets so upset that his little boy can’t sleep (also the self-control he had then is getting thrown into the wind when his child is in actual danger).

Side note: this is your usual technique of hitting us with the fluff to make the angst hit that much harder. I can’t cope with the fact that Phil forgets to breathe. And he’s so protective, but the one time he lets his son out of his sight / sends him away on his own, something happens to him.

Lastly (because there’s so much in this single section, not to mention everything else, I can’t possible get it all yet, I am still skipping over So Many Things) Phil’s brain works so damn fast. He subconsciously knows the second the turns around and sees Sneeg (though hearing him already kinda sets off the alarms). And then everything else quickly falls into place. He knows something happened to his son and he knows it was foul play and whoever responsible better pray that Wilbur returns alive because there will be no mercy (there will be no mercy at him returning with a broken leg either).

P.s. poor Sneeg who knows this man and who much he loves his son so well (because of now confirmed constant surveillance of said beloved child) and has to be the one to tell him his son might be dead.

-🌲

HE LOVES HIS SON SO MUCH!!! I literally added that carriage story to show everyone how much phil loves that boy. he's not the best at showing it but the love is there. and I wanted to show that while phil does like getting his answers fast and prioritizes information, he would rather let wilbur rest and catch up on his sleep before asking him what happened at L'mannes. he's doing all of this for wilbur, so his wellbeing comes first and foremost

love that you felt like you were stabbed. that's how I felt writing it. I did this to myself but oh my goddddd

he just wanted wilbur to sleep on the carriage ride but he just couldn't relax and he'd be so scared when he was startled awake until he saw his dad and he was so little spruce he was only ten years old and phil just wanted his little boy to get some rest aaaaa

it's so funny when you point out that technique of mine because I don't even always do it intentionally. with this I didn't sit there going "oh I'm going to add this fluff scene specifically to make everything that follows worse" I added it bc I wanted to show the depth of how much phil loves wilbur. it just also has the bonus effect of making everything so much worse

yes phil's mind works so quickly because he's incredibly smart. he knows how these things work. not to mention there's also parental instinct at work here because the second he sees sneeg he can feel that something has gone wrong. and he's going to get revenge on whoever hurt his son.

poor fucking sneeg man is just here for a paycheck and now he's gotta tell the consil that his beloved son is missing will probably be presumed dead if they don't find him soon

#ask #spruce anon #rose ch 7

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