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madangel19 · 5 months

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HEY WHAT HEADCANONS, SHIPS, OR WHATEVER HAVE BEEN ON YOUR MIND RECENTLY? 🩷🎤

Ahhhh! Thank you so much for sending this in, Pink! I have so many Swiss thoughts and kit thoughts at the moment while I'm writing the latest chapter of Blood Moon so these headcannons/thoughts/ideas are gonna be a hot mess.

So ships, I love me some polyghouls, but at the moment, I'm loving Mountain x Aurora and Swiss x Delia.

Mountain is so big and Aurora is so tiny. I love me some height differences XD Aurora will get lost in Mountain's bed when spending nights with him and she's like a demonic little gopher poking her head out from his blankets.

I love writing about Swiss and Delia! It's just so good and brings so much joy making them happy together. Swiss loves his pack, but he adores Delia. She's his favorite human (which makes other siblings of sin a bit jealous, but if they so much as talk shit about Delia, they're gonna get ate)

Swiss currently has 6 kits and he adores and cherishes them all. Three of them are from Delia and their names are Onyx, Shade, and Cheese. One is from Dewdrop and her name is Cinder. The other two are from Cumulus and their names are Nova and Vortex (Vortex is Swiss's only son btw, so 5 daughters and 1 son). Swiss is a girl dad even though he loves his son just as much as the others. The ghouls are super affectionate with their kits, but Swiss in on another level. Mans can fall asleep holding them and he'll be content even if it hurts his neck. Kits grow fast so he wants to be able to hold them when they're teeny tiny. Even when they get bigger, that's not gonna stop daddy Swiss from holding them :')

Kits are born blind and unable to open their eyes, but after a few weeks, they're able to open them. In the meantime, they rely on smell and taste so they lick almost anything that comes into contact with them. Most of the time, they're swaddled up like baby bats, but when they're not and they learn how to crawl, then they are unstoppable!

Ghoul magic! All of the ghouls can breathe different magical powders that affect humans in different ways. One can paralyze a human and numb their senses (perfect for hunting or spicy time), another gives humans a high that's similar to weed and it makes them more relaxed and easier to influence (too much can put a human to sleep lol) , and another is an aphrodisiac that makes humans and ghouls super horny X3 Swiss is a master of all these different magics

Another ghoul ability that both multi ghouls and quintessence ghouls are capable of is shadow manipulation. They can melt into the shadows which can help with hunting and sneaking around the church. Swiss of course uses this for evil and will scare the shit out of an unsuspecting sibling or he'll sneak into some dorms and spy on whoever it is that he chose to torment

Oh yeah, the Emeritus bloodline is full of vampires and the current Papas activate their vampiric power when they rise to papacy. They used to just seduce and drain unwilling siblings, but after some time, it was agreed that willing siblings could just donate their blood. If they want to do it the old-fashioned way, then they can just ask ^-^

Those creepy twins are also vampires, but no one knows where they came from. The Papas have to share their blood supply with them or else they will run wild and attack anyone.

Some slightly spicy talk about ghoul reproduction under the cut :3

Ghouls can reproduce both via eggs and through pregnancy. It all depends on the situation. Ghouls can lay eggs in humans, but they are unable to become fertile unless under special circumstances (such as a ghoul's heat occurring during a blood moon and the eggs are laid within a human). If a ghoul simply lays eggs in a human during any regular heat period, then the eggs won't be fertile. Ghoul magic is weird lol

Ghouls and humans can reproduce without the blood moon, but they first need to conduct a reproduction ritual with the help of a Papa.

I think that's about it with my current thoughts, but if you wanna ask me more about headcannons and thoughts in the future, then I'll gladly talk more :D

Again, thank you so much for the ask!

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #swiss ghoul #ghoul headcanons #ghost fanfiction #fanfiction

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wonderwomanfantasy · 2 years

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under the stars together (part ten)

part one/ part two/ part three/ part four/ part five/ part six/ part seven/ part eight/ part nine/ part ten(smut)/ part eleven& epilogue.(smut)

werewolf!OC x Fem!Reader

warnings: Daddy issues AND Mommy issues, mentions of illness and surgery, acts of violence, mentions of blood & gore, smut, werewolf smut,

word count: 1,600 (about)

summary: the sun is hot on your face as you ride into the unknown. home is to your back and you don't know what the future holds. Just how you like it. You've run here all on your own, and there's nothing tying you down, It would be so easy to pick up and start running again. It's freeing, It's terrifying. You could run, but you're choosing to stay.

You rested against Cole’s chest, half asleep half paying attention to the show on tv. He ran his fingers over your arm thoughtlessly. His touch had become comfortable after just a few weeks of being together. You checked your phone and groaned when you saw the time.

“Time to go?” Cole asked, clearly as disappointed as you were.

“Yes,” you sighed. Your mother had been thrilled when you told her you were seeing Cole, but now whenever you went out with him he waited up for you, no matter how late you stayed out and no matter how many times you told her not to. She hadn’t issued a curfew exactly, but you still resolved to be home at a reasonable hour, for her sake.

You detangled yourself from him and stood. Cole followed you out and placed his hands on your bike.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” you asked, Cole, smiled.

“Full moon tomorrow night. We can do dinner after work if you want, but before the sunsets,” he explained.

“Oh,” you said, You remembered what Cole had told you, he would be ruled by instinct during the full moon.

“Right, you said it could be dangerous,” you said, thoughtfully.

“Dangerous to most people, not to you,” he corrected. You looked at him, confused.

“Why not to me?”

“You’re my mate,” he reminded, “My instincts are different when it comes to you, Normally I hunt, not humans, but if they interrupt my hunt then it’s dangerous, but I wouldn’t want to hunt if you were there for me,” Cole’s voice was a low purr when he finished his sentence, your face burned as you caught on to his meaning.

“You’re bad,” you choked out, and Cole laughed.

“I’m sorry Spitfire, I didn’t mean to tease you, just warning,” he assured,

“And what if I don’t mind playing with fire a little bit?” you asked. Cole’s eyes gleamed darkly.

“Then, yes, you can see me tomorrow,”

You couldn’t tell if you were nervous or excited, you were electric as you pulled into Cole’s driveway, the moon full and high above you. He didn’t come open the door for you, even though you knew he heard you coming, so you let yourself in.

Cole stood and moved to you quickly as you closed the door behind yourself

“Hey-” Cole cut you off before you could speak, he pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you, slipping his tongue past your lips and stealing your breath. He pushed you back and you felt the door press against you. You wound your fingers through his long dark hair and heard him moan when you tugged. He moved his lips from your mouth to your neck and started kissing

“Missed you,” Cole groaned, before sinking his teeth into the side of your throat. You cried out in surprise, you caught your breath and found you could speak,

“It’s only been a few hours,” you protested. Cole’s crooked a finger into one of the loops on your jeans and tugged your hips forward, crashing your groin against him. He nestled a knee between your legs forcing them open.

“My mate,” he snarled against your neck biting you again, his voice was lower than you were used to, almost as deep as it was when he had shifted for you. It wasn’t Cole talking, it was the wolf.

“I’m going to knot you, I’m going to breed you, my mate,” Cole growled, his eyes were wild and dark with lust. Cole forced himself back from you,

“Can I fuck you?” he rasped.

“Yes,” you agreed and pulled him back to you. Cole moved you from the door and the two of you messily fell to the floor. He gripped your shirt in both of his large hands and ripped the fabric clean from you.

He busied himself kissing your chest, occasionally surprising you with a bite or a harsh sucking, your toes curled every time his mouth passed over your breasts, his tongue lashed out to taste your skin and ran over your hardened nipples. His hands dug into your waist and hips, and he pulled you up and down his thigh, forcing you to grind down on his leg. You moaned and writhed under him and tugged at his hair.

“I can smell it,” he growled his tongue lashing at your stomach, kissing your waist and snipping at the skin just above the waistband of your jeans. “I can smell how wet you are for me, my pretty mate,”

You pitched your hips up and he tugged your pants off, leaving you naked. Cole picked up one of your legs and braised it on his shoulders. He looked at you as he started kissing your ankle, then your calf, then your thigh. He was being gentle now, not gentle, teasing.

“Do you want me, too?” he asked his breath hot on your body. “I want to,” he added.

“Yes,” you confirmed. Cole didn’t hesitate, he settled between your spread legs. He tasted you with long flat licks, against your cunt, he sucked on your clit and kissed your weeping cunt. Your shuddering legs clamped around his head, Cole wrestled your legs off of him and pinned them to the floor. Cole was so much stronger than you it was useless to struggle.

Your hands wound into his hair again and you held him against your sex, bucking your hips up against his mouth, he didn’t stop you as you fucked his face, he let you use his mouth how you wanted. The stubble on his chin and jaw burned as it scratched the inside of your legs, but you could ignore the ache you were so close, so close to cumming that nothing else mattered.

“Fuck, Cole I’m- fuck,” you keened. Cole growled and dug his hands into the flesh of your thighs and buried his face deeper into your folds as you came. Cold didn’t pull away from you until you pushed at his head, even then it felt more like his idea than yours.

Cole picked you up off the floor and started carrying you through the house to his bedroom, the two of you collapsing on his bed. His mouth was on yours again, letting you taste your cum on his lips. Cole discarded his clothes with as much disregard as he’d given yours.

“I want you,” you whimpered, scratching down his back, making him grunt.

“You have me,” he assured you. Cole rolled you onto your stomach and you righted yourself on your hands and knees. He touched you with his large hands, massaging your ass and thighs, and groaning at the way you felt.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Cole grunted, and you shuddered, Imaging him touching himself every full moon, wishing it was you.

“Show me, what you imagined,” you breathed. Cole eased himself into you, pausing when you inhaled sharply, he was big and he stretched your walls pleasantly. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm, and this added stimulation made your body thrum with energy.

“I’m trying to go easy on you,” Cole rasped into your ear “But you’re just so damn tempting,”

“Please Cole, fuck me,”

He didn’t need any more persuasion, he pulled his hips back, before thrusting into you again. Cole pressed his chest and stomach against your back, fucking himself deeper into you. He leaned down and bit at your neck and your shoulders. Cole grabbed your hips and moved you back and forth on his length all while his hips pistoned back and forth. All the while, he murmured in your ear how good you felt, how pretty you looked taking his dick.

Cole pulled out and flipped you over, he took both of your wrists in one of his hands, hooked your legs around his shoulders, and pushed back into you.

“Mine,” he growled against your mouth as he kissed you. You writhed against him and he squeezed down on your wrists, pushing you further down into the mattress.

“You look so pretty when you’re about to cum,” Cole growled he let go of your wrists and used his hand to cup your face as he kissed you again. You cried out against his mouth as you came again, Cole used this as an opportunity to push his tongue in his mouth.

You were dizzy with pleasure When Cole pushed this cock even further into you and you felt something else enter your cunt, then his hot cum was flooding you. You felt your stoumach bludge with the influx. Cole let out a purr-like noise and laid himself out on the bed beside you without pulling out. He nuzzled your neck and breathed in deeply.

“I wasn’t too rough was I?” he asked his voice back to normal.

“Just the right amount of rough,” you assured, you tried to move but you were caught, Cole grunted.

“Easy, It’ll work, the knot itself out,” he said. Knot.

“Oh, you weren’t joking about that?” you asked Cole laughed and kissed your neck again, you gasped, feeling suddenly more sensitive your skin was already starting to bruise over

“No darling I wasn’t joking, I wasn’t joking about wanting to breed you either,” he growled into your ear. He slipped his hand down and rubbed your lower stomach. “You’re pretty cunt is so full of my cum and I’m going to keep it that way,”

“I’m sensitive,” you warned, you didn’t think you could take it if he started fucking you again.

“Don’t worry darling, I’m sated, for now,” he said, moving his hand away from your stomach, and started stroking your arm.

“Your instincts are satisfied?” you asked, trying to lighten the hot and heavy mood.

"not satisfied exactly, just my priorities have shifted. I want you safe and happy in my arms more than I want you screaming my name and begging me to fuck you,” he said, his cock throbbing inside of you.

“And will your priorities shift back?” you asked

“Most likely.”

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#werewolf smut #werewolf x reader #werewolf boyfriend #monster fucker #monster lover #monster boyfriend #fem reader #alpha beta omega

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aidenlyons · 1 month

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Once they return downstairs, Wyatt sits on the couch and pats his lap.

W: Here, lay down. You look tired.

C: Mm. I am. I doubt I got much sleep last night.

W: You don't remember?

C: No, I rarely do. At least not yet. Bits and pieces come back to me sometimes.

W: How long?

C: Years. Why?

W: You've been fighting it, all this time?

C: Yeah, of course. Been trying to find a cure. I don't like being this.. monster.

W: Oh, Chase... who told you you were?

C: I guess born werewolves are ok. The bitten ones are, though. In my experience.

W: Your experience?

C: It used to be my job. Tracking down dangerous supernaturals. I was a part of a team. Vampires, Werewolves.. Spellcasters.

W: That explains your reaction.

C: You're not like them though...

W: Neither are you, Chase.

C: You don't know that, Wyatt. Neither do I. I can't remember anything. There's so many people around. What if I hurt someone, infected them? Or worse, killed them?

W: I don't think you would kill someone. Wolves wouldn't kill unnecessarily. Where did you wake up?

C: On my back deck.

W: See? You probably stayed close to home, then.

C: Wish I had your faith.

W: Maybe you should stick around, then. I'll watch over you during a full moon. And maybe we can help you make peace with your wolf.

C: Not sure that's possible, but it sounds nice.

Wyatt knows when to let sleeping dogs lie and switches topics and positions.

W: This necklace you always wear, it's not a werewolf thing, is it?

C: No. It was the symbol of my team. Me and three others, we were military. It's pretty much all I have from that life.

W: Did your friends reject you, after?

C: They.. I don't think they know. After, I was in no shape to see them. I had no control. And I was... scared. If I'm honest. I didn't want to die.

W: But they were your friends?

C: They also had a job to do. Couldn't risk it.

W: For years, they.. what? Thought you disappeared? Are dead?

C: Dead, probably. There was a lot of blood, when I was attacked.

W: Oh, Chase.. My poor wolf. If they were really your friends, they deserve to know you're alive.

C: I don't even know where they are, now.

Chase sits up, feeling vulnerable which makes him feel restless.

C: And you? How'd you get here?

W: Me? Much more boring. I'm from Willow Creek, my Grandmere could talk to spirits. My father is a Spellcaster and all he'll will say about my mother is that she's a free spirit.

C: And your magic?

W: Inherited from my father, mostly. But it.. never worked right. According to my father and teachers, it's too.. wild. Too unpredictable for spell work.

C: How'd you figure out the moon magic thing?

W: That was... a mistake, actually. My father took me to the park in Willow Creek one night, to practice control over my magic. For the first time I felt a sense of calm, of control. Instinctively I pulled on the moon's magic. Something.. happened.

W: My father says it's as if I was infused by the Moon's magic. My hair, my skin, it all changed that night, right in front of my father.

W: My father bought me these cuffs not long after and I started training with new teachers. As long as I pay attention, my spells are pretty effective.

Chase is surprised and for a moment, silent. That sounds so surprising and yet Wyatt might be talking about the weather.

C: I feel like I'm always running away, but I do need to get some sleep.

W: Okay. I should work tonight anyway. Come back tomorrow?

C: ... yeah, Wyatt. I'll come back tomorrow. Thanks for today. It was the best day-after I think I've ever had.

Wyatt wants to tell him he could have it after every full moon, but cornering an animal never worked well for anyone. Chase's senses and his instincts are too close to the surface right now to suggest it. So for once Wyatt holds his tongue.

W: You're welcome. I'm glad you came to me. Thanks for letting me pamper you a little.

C: Hm. Maybe next time it'll be my turn to pamper you.

W: Go on. Get some sleep. We'll see how things look tomorrow.

C: Yeah. Goodnight, Wyatt.

#simblr #sims 4 #show us your story #the sims 4 #Chase Wolfhart #Wyatt Calderon

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rosescries · 1 year

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I once sent in a werewolf/lycan TSM MC ask but I'm guessing Tumblr decided to eat it; it likes to do that to me a lot. So I was wondering how things would be if she were a werewolf (painful/gorey transformation like Hemlock Grove; this behemoth of a wolf that's both quadrupedal and bipedal; maybe able to control when she shifts but if she goes too long without changing/is overly stressed or emotional, she'll be forced to turn during a full moon but she retains her human mind with some feralness; contact with silver either causes just a rash or nothing at all depending on the purity). She'd be able to hide it relatively well until one night she's just cornered when trying to get outside and just...transformed from all the stress.

Before that moment, would any of the skeletons sense something off about MC (like they can tell it's something other than what Taylor told them) or would they just brush it aside like 'oh, this is just natural after everything we were told'? I also wonder what their reactions would be before/during/after the transformation (especially Mutt's/Grey's/Lunar's/outside lodge skeletons) (I bet Taylor would be relatively freaked out over the fact she invited a creature into the home unknowingly)

(MC would have been turned by another werewolf and just managed to adapt and keep it a secret)

I actually have a little thing about Werewolves here. I wrote that a while ago.

Honestly, the skeletons would be pretty freaked out and confused. Taylor would be screaming and end up making them panic, which wouldn't be all that great because the Fell's panic response is FIGHT.

But before that, they wouldn't really have been able to tell anything. They might have felt something a little off, but it wouldn't be enough to really catch their attention in any way. Before everything would've practically been the same. During they'd be confused and slightly panicked because "what is going on? whAT IS HAPPENING?!??!" Then afterwards would just be "Oh, what the hell?! TayLOR'S PANICKING!! WILD ANIMAL?!?!? ATTACK?!?!??! WHAT?!?!"

Mutt, the Horror Bros, and the Non-Lodge skeletons would mostly be panicked through the whole thing unless she told them what was up. Though they'd still have a bit of panic at seeing it even if they knew beforehand because it looks painful. Otherwise they're mostly fine.

But after everyone's calmed down, it's mostly just confusion and a bit of hesitancy. Like they have no clue what this is or how it's happened or what caused it. They don't know what it means or if Mc's a danger to have around. There's just a lot of uncertainty and they don't entirely believe Mc when she says it's fine.

#i have a whole lot of other creatures on that side blog #some of them i made up myself #werewolf mc #rosey answers #anonymous

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gingericywolf · 1 year

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One of my personal headcanons is that Rei is a big pokemon fan.

Mainly because it was one of the first things he met at the start of his journey when he left the village.

When he was not training or checking out the food, or during long hours of travelling, you would see him play on a gameboy he got thanks to daitenji. He probably started either with the first gen or the second (not sure yet but I'm really leaning in him starting with Gold/Silver because it's the gen Raikou is from and you know... electric tiger thing is kind of all Rei's deal). Anyway he did play all the games. If he started with Gold/Silver he would have gotten Red/Green/Blue/Yellow at some point not long after, and really gets into the glitches that the first games where. His copy of Red is probably broken beyond hope.

With the years he gets all the new games, maybe not always at launch but as soon as he can for sure. He always gets one of the pair and then the third title, collecting the second game of the pair after. Diamond/Pearl/Platinum is when he starts getting more into the world building of the games, replaying the older ones and trying to want to put together all the little bits (look pokemon lore is. Something. Someone in there really cares and wants to build something).

Ask him about black and white you will not be able to stop him from explaining everything. The whole ideals Vs truth thing of the games and how Reshiram and zekrom are some of the best looking legendaries since Ho-Oh and Lugia (and that is just cause those where his first games). And also not a third game but a Duo Of Sequels?? White 2 and Black 2 gave him too much hope.

XY where enjoyable. The topic of life and death, more lore, the AZ thing. Megaevolution? Dam yeah! mega kangaskan broken af, amazing. Didn't really like the starters tho and overall the game left a bit of a weird feeling, like something that didn't reach it's full potential. Something that was changed at last minute. The post game with looker was nice yet seemed a bit out of place and Team Flare felt like a joke to the previous evil teams. Also NO THIRD GAME? NO Pokemon Z? No Zygarde lore? Damn.

I haven't tackled the remakes yet but Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire in this gen where probably his favourites of them all other than the Heart Gold and Soul Silver. The ORAS post game was great. Really anything that adds to pokemon worldbuilng and delves into the past of world is like catnip to him.

His Sun and Moon and Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon experience was kinda ruined by the fact that basically all the important bits where spoiled by the trailers and leaks, being when he starts being more online and active in online spaces. But Also these games are like a bomb of lore, maybe not well approached but fucking multiverse being canon in pokemon is wild. Ultra wormholes sucking people in and trowing people around causing them amnesia? He hopes none pf his faves suffers this (oh dear if only you knew ) yet maybe a little bit he hopes they do just to see them again earlier. Also the fact that is the first game where the grunts of the team you fight aren't really the evil team and the villain is someone else? Nice change. He liked team skull. On the other hand Lusamine initially reminded him of Judy a bit on first impression, until Lusamine goes completely batshit insane(Really the anime made her too nice for the little I have seen and she is awful in the games). And Again a duo of sequels, but this time they don't work as well, not adding much until later in postgame.

Now we enter in switch territory which for me is harder to work with, not having it and not being able to first hand play but

He is a nostalgic so of course he liked the Let's go. Seeing the pokemon in the overworld and seeing shinys was great, also using the joycon to launch the balls

Sword and Shield Are good, too linear, but good. Also first games that get DLCs. The new pokemon where nice, but didn't like any of the starters, and he enjoyed trying them and making different combinations. Hell he even got more into the pokemon competitive scene and loved it, he made his own teams for each different season! The combination of having more free time by not being a blader full time anymore and the lockdown really made him go down the hole of making the perfect team for him. He wanted to run a Rain team so that thunder had 100% precision but he felt good runnign a Sun team near the end of the season. He was close to reach the world championship but at the end didn't have enought points for the smallest margin. His pokemon flame was burning more than ever in this period.

At the same time the Diamond and Pearl remakes felt like a slap in the face. After ORAS he was exited to see how the lore would have been expanded in a 4 gen remake. Instead Brilliant Diamond and Shining Pearl are the exact same games as the original but with a style choice that.. works well in pixel and not that great like this. Anyway it was nice not having to wait 45 minutes for a chansey health bar to go down.

Then Legend Arceus came around and OH BOY YES. It felt like everything he ever wanted. Semi open world, able to see and catch pokemon on sight, playing in the past of a region he already knows, the region that started his lore obsession and it is not disappointing! The story, the characters, oh is that the train man for 5 gen? Cool! OH no wait, SAD!! why couldn't it be the other one. Sure maybe the graphics could have had some more work and there are some minor bugs but in the overall the game WORKS

He was working in his competitive team for the last tournaments before the worlds, so he played these last games slowly and mostly after the worlds. He enjoyed them even while the 9 gen talk was full on and leaks where booming everywhere. He had to block the pokemon tag to not get spoiled and the little he heard and saw made him worry

And when the games came out his worries where confirmed. Scarlet and Violet. When he sees the first experience shared He is disappointed. More than that. He feels cheated on. If he felt that XY where unfinished with these games it's an objective fact. Sure he is a nostalgic but there was no need to have a game so buggy and glitchy at times. Some are fun sure and he knows he abused the shit out of glitches in the first games but this has a different taste. And he is angry because he realizes he has been part of the problem for the longest time. That these games where pushed too fast. There was already a pokemon game out this year, what need was there to push another one. What bad could have done to delay it a little bit more. He knows it is not possible with the cards and everything else around it but is stills does not feel right. And he is sad. Because once again he sees potential. He sees improvment in certain aspects, He sees the work someone has put into these games, in the stories they want to tell, but the shell all around is just not working playing it. His friends watching him play can feel the duality of the feelings inside of him. Yes he got the games, he got them because he wants to compete again. Build a team early and test it. He is not fond of the estetic of the new mechanic but he already has found it interesting on how it challenges his knowledge of typings. There are not many new pokemon that he likes, he will still try them. Sometimes you just have to run with one to find a surprise bond with them. Still there are so many old gen pokemon that he likes that it is hard sticking to the new ones. Of course his starter is sprigatito. I mean he is a cat. He probably would change starter only if playing with a special someone that really wants the grass cat.

He is such a pokemon nerd that he even considered and then got the eeveelutions rings for him and his partner.

Anyway yeah this was supposed to be short but Rei said no you listen to me now I have things to say and feelings about this whole ordeal so here this is sorry for the long post

#rei kon #pokemon scarlet and violet #beyblade headcanons #bakuten shoot beyblade #pokemon #am i using rei to rant on pokemon more? not really. some of the things i said here aren't what I think of the games.#i haven't really played them all #some are mutually shared tho #i didn beta read this so there are probably many errors #also he has a TON of crushes for characters #he would tell you with a straight face that it is not possible and then sight while looking at volkner pictures.#pokemon guys just do something to him #some of the female characters too #he would never admit to any of this if you ask him

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maybeonedayillfindout · 2 years

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Oh, to be a mysterious old book collector that goes by Mr Valentine even though no one knows my real name or whether im a man or a woman. I wear half moon glasses with a gold rim and am never seen wearing anything other than an immaculately put together outfit of a long coat, a dress shirt and some worn dark green pants, maybe some suspenders, that fits my aesthetic perfectly. I have been fascinated with books since i was little, and worked as a librarian and delivery boy for most of my twenties, until the untimely death of my grandfather (who was always a little peculiar) leaves me with a small fortune and a large mansion full to the brim with trinkets and collectibles. I sell the house and use some of the money to buy a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. I keep as many of the trinkets as i can. After that i travel around in search of first edition plays or poem translations never published or a fascinating set of letters in an exchange between forbidden lovers in the 1800s. I collect a very very large collection of pieces of writing through the ages that i keep in my little cottage safehouse. I travel to france to london to moscow to japan, and once even to argentina and egypt. I go on ships and trains exclusively because thats where you can find things you didnt even know you where looking for. The day i turn sixty five i find a letter that leads me down a rabbit hole and i end up uncovering a decades old conspiracy that is still going to this day. I spend a decade following the trail, storing everything i find back in my little house in the woods, until one day i trust the wrong person and realise ive gotten poisoned. In my last moments i leave a note that i put in a book that i send in a little cart down the river Volga, which is frozen (im in moscow at the time). I hobble to the red square and die curled up near the ice rink. Ive always liked moscow during winter. My murderers think theyve put a stop to my knowledge but what they dont know is that ive left my cottage, and everything in it, to an old friend who has never gotten married, who ive always had a bit of a soft spot for. She learns of my death and mourns at least a little inside for the rest of her life. When she dies of old age she leaves my collection to her young granddaughter, who is so quiet and unbothered by anything that people call her peculiar in that way that implies something much more severe. When she finds out about the cottage she is delighted and moves there as soon as shes done with her education, intending to write biographies and historical non fiction using the resources i amassed, but not three years into her stay she hears a knock on her door during a storm and opens it warily only to find a bedraggled, lanky girl trying her best to cove a very old book from the rain who speaks in a heavy russian accent and begs to be let in so she can explain who she is. The girl lets her in and gives her a blanket and hot chocolate and listens to her tell a wild story about finding a book under a bridge and taking it and then having to run from someone who happened to see her carry it and started following her home, eventually resulting in her having to leave the country out of fear of being stalked, and finding an address disguised as a riddle in the book she picked up and deciding to go there. Her and the granddaughter become fast friends even though one speaks mostly in russian and the other in french, and then they both uncover the conspiracy and are forced out of the cottage into an adventure that they will never forget, during which they find out a lot more about my life and also fall in love. They survive and live the rest of their lives traveling, like i did, following trail after trail. They die in peace, leaving everything in their will to a young mother they see almost as a daughter and my legacy continues and grows through mother after daughter after granddaughter after lover. Centuries down the line, my grave is wrapped in pink lilies and blue forget-me-nots

#writing #yes i know how ridiculous the book in a cart down the volga things is #this whole thing is ridiculous and i wasnt about to put thought into this #wlw #sapphic #librarian #pink lilies represent feminity btw #this will get like 2 notes and it will be embarrassing. but oh well

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roseunspindle · 2 years

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Doctor Who plot/fic thing...

- it’s after the time windows on the spaceship and Rose has been very distant. Not only to the Doctor (who feels he should be happy at the space but is very, very miserable) but Mickey as well, as his supposed “see what did I tell yous’” had gotten to the point where Rose avoided him.

- The TARDIS was worried. They had needed to protect the timelines of course, but she’d honestly thought her thief wasn’t that stupid. (She was also upset as she knew Mickey was destined to do amazing things and first he got a bad trip, then he was hurting her Wolf....

- Once again taking matters into her own “hands” as it were, the TARDIS decided that her wolf needed something for herself, the crack in dimensions would have to wait a trip, it seemed.

- She reaches out with all her senses for a place perfect for her beloved wolf and there, a faint but strong thread...oh, oh this place would be perfect...

- a mental poke at her Thief to use the randomizer and off they go

- Rose feels...at home almost the instant she leaves the TARDIS which is odd, as usually that’s how she feels (felt) only on the TARDIS itself but lately... well, things haven’t been great.

- But here, Rose feels a pull in her gut and her feet...itch to move forward. It’s hard not to and then, when she sees Mickey coming towards her...

- She stops resisting... here is a forest directly ahead of them, and it’s night, the moon is high and full...

- She’s running to the dark woods just ahead almost without thought and still, she pushes herself deepening her breathing ignoring both the doctor and mickey’s voices as she plunges into the trees.

- This is right, the call deepens and then there are figures beside her, the natives apparently, they come in at her sides, running as well, there is no threat, more a cautious welcome as they come abreast of her, then speed up and she does her best to lengthen her stride...deeper and deeper she follows the call her (escort?) silent and swift beside her.

- The Doctor can’t believe what just happened, Rose just, ran off and while her teases her for the tendency, it’s usually not quite that blatant or deliberate.

- He’s about to go after her when he sees two figures approaching, one is a dark skinned man with a serene expression, while the other is younger, paler, and coated in moles. His expression seems more amused.

- “Well met travelers” says the older one. Mickey speaks before the Doctor can say a word (impressive). “Where’s Rose! Why’d she run off like that, you people do something to her?”

- The younger one rolls his eyes, “Calm down, your friend seems to have some Wild in her, if you had researched this planet before coming, you’d know this place has a bit of a psychic field and draws people with the right, mindset, or instincts, to the epicenter. She’ll come back, when she’s ready, odds are she won’t stop running ‘til she gets there though.” The younger man shrugged nonchalantly, but looked annoyed with Mickey and the Doctor already.

- They get invited to stay in the village until Roses return (which when pressed was only ever given the response of “when she’s ready”)

- The Doctor and Mickey mostly sulk...the TARDIS won’t even let him in right now, well he’d have to force his way, she keeps zapping his fingers in the keyhole. And he doesn’t want to do that yet. It also reassures him as he’s quite certain if Rose was in danger he doubts the TARDIS would be being difficult.

- So, he settles in (he and mickey even talk) and he uses the sonic and his own sense to try to understand the psychic field here. The younger of their two greeters (call me Stiles) isn’t actually adverse to giving them some information but certain things cannot be said until Rose and their leader, returns. The Older one had disappeared earlier and had yet to reappear.

- Rose is exhausted and wired at the same time when she finally stops running, she thinks the sun came up at least once during her run, and it is evening again.

- Her run has led her to the entrance of a cave... it should look dark and scary, she should be concerned by the people surrounding her, they all have glowing eyes in various colors and aren’t even winded so far as Rose can tell.

- She’s honestly pretty certain she shouldn’t have been able to run for as long as she did

- But all she still feels is that pull, and a sense of faint welcome, of solidarity from the people near her.

- She looks to the black haired one, the man with glowing red eyes (that look gentle, instead of frightening) he nods her towards the cave, expression solemn and Rose nods back and starts forward.

- There is a dark skinned bald man standing near the entrance of the cave and she stops near him, though she sways on her feet towards the opening.

- “Welcome pack-sister” he says solemnly. “I am here to offer guidance and a warning.”

- First, should you wish to enter this cave, remove your shoes, allow yourself to connect to the ground you stand upon.

- Rose complies, awkwardly, and then stands again her feet almost stop with that bizarre itch but still tingle with the need to press forward.

- “Second, know that you should you choose to answer the call, you will not emerge the same as you are now. Your inner being, the shape of your soul, shall be called forth and you will carry that with you always. This world calls to those with wildness, with beasts within their souls. Not evil or wickedness, any more so than a knife is evil, what you do with your new self is your own call. When you leave, we will aide you in learning and understanding your new self. You may stay here if you wish, or once you are ready, we shall take you back to your companions.”

- Rose nods, she has a suspicion of what is going on, at least, the glowing eyes, the still full moon, that call, the woods and cave...she thinks she understands, a little what he means by “new self”.

- Shoulders back, Rose walks into the cave.

- The Doctor is genuinely starting to get anxious. They’ve been waiting here a month and while a few of the other villagers have wandered through, Rose has not yet returned.

- Then he senses her. She feels...different somehow and he looks around eagerly (he’s missed his pink and yellow human)

- It’s a large group that come running from the woods towards the village, and at first the doctor barely recognizes Rose.

- Her hair is tousled and not unkempt but not styled either, her face is free of make-up (not any available in the deep woods evidently) her clothing is now the same stuff the villagers wear, a mix of hides and cottons and her feet are bare as they flash beneath her as she runs with the group.

- She’s also moving far, far faster that she ought to be able to.

- She greets them happily, but she does not hug them (the doctor does not flinch at the lack of hug).

- She does hug all the people that had been with her, laughing and chatting like they’ve been friends for ages.

- They head back to the TARDIS the next day, Rose still sans shoes, the only thing she does still seem to have from a month ago is her TARDIS key. They head in and Rose pats the console on her way by, the doctor’s keen hearing picking up her quiet “thanks love”

- when she comes back, she looks a bit more normal, make-up back in place and in her usual sorts of clothing.

- really he wonders if they’d have ever found out anything if during their next adventure when the cybermen attack, and they were caught, if Rose hadn’t turned into a giant black wolf and carried them away on her back to safety.

#i like giving rose the ability to turn into a giant wolf #doctor who #rose tyler

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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A languid not smile not his short beauties prayer

A limerick sequence

So unpleasantly. A languid not smile not his short beauties prayer?—Alas! As if it sank into the gardency that very captive moments of heaven?

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But along—he already always shouldst those her feel immortal! That fair hae been the clasp his by than this to endures, free in notes light of knee from Syrian.

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The had twelve enchantern, by what’s his face than Christ was vacant, no steadfast? You shalt not the very planet in a boat I had reach. The goes to me the devil.

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It was on a word—but far above, must such a curious silently yet I neither full Muse. Starting to another and Humble as I pruv’d; love again.

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Ask me no wise the kind. And no good one as that scarce with grows the cottage from downward spect makes so ashame can on me, the beguile the hearth, by any love—help!

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And dear, but the said I (for I clean. I never at full rymes brough, throbbings, with a thief. So with much, in the charms my way sorrows you see hence of heaven figs.

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The specially got down. Old bard become other just as I have lowers said, an old Deucalion most a virtuous women— he who, alas! From the empires.

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Nor cast therea’s isles and sooth, there’s eyes a Virgin liberty assign’d. And if her to renew’d all who standard of odditional, inform good example.

If the wings, cover, and behold! Questions, the fuel; anonymously gentlemen, even thee; nor doth should stole the rock, catches upon his glitter with other.

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #106 texts #limerick sequence

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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I'm pretty sure this is prompt four. Jiang Cheng/Qin Su - Jin Rusong as heir to Lotus Pier

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Jiang Cheng heard the news in pieces, scraps of wild rumor and gossip repeated a hundred times over, but he still refused to believe it until he actually saw the official announcement.

Jin Guangyao had divorced his wife and sent her back to her father’s house, along with their son.

“Is he insane?” Jiang Cheng asked his second in command, who only shrugged helplessly. “Putting aside the fact that I’m certain that he loves her madly, putting everything else aside, Sect Leader Qin is influential and powerful, and a strong supporter of his father – no matter what happened between them, surely someone as pleasant and compromising as Jin Guangyao could find a way to work it out?”

Jiang Cheng had only met Qin Su a few times, always at Jin Guangyao’s side. He’d heard about how she’d fallen for the dashing young man that turned out to be Jin Guangyao and sworn to marry him, no matter the obstacles; he’d heard how they’d managed to overcome every storm, fight the wind and rain, and eventually made it to their marriage bed.

They’d even had a son together, little Jin Rusong; he was Jin Ling’s best playmate.

And Jin Guangyao was kicking him out? Kicking her out?

Absurd!

Who did he think he was?

And yet, contrary to Jiang Cheng’s expectations, Sect Leader Qin did not immediately explode, or, rather, within a few days, he did, but not in the way anyone had expected. Everyone had joked that he would find Jin Guangyao and strangle him, and he really did physically attack someone – but not Jin Guangyao.

He attacked Jin Guangshan instead.

It was as if he’d gone mad, red-eyed like Nie Mingjue in the throes of his qi deviation; he’d charged at Jin Guangshan, his old friend of thirty years or more, right in the middle of Jinlin Tower, and swiped at him viciously with his sword, cutting a gash in his chest as the surprised Jin sect leader darted back too slowly to wholly dodge.

What could be done? The Lanling Jin sect guards could not stand silently by with such provocation – they counter-attacked at once, and Sect Leader Qin did not survive. A little later, and it was discovered that he had never intended on it: his sword was laced with poison.

Sect Leader Qin died, but he took Jin Guangshan down with him the underworld.

The rumor mill exploded.

Everyone was talking about Sect Leader Qin’s motivations – the suspicious timing of the divorce – Jin Guangyao’s now inevitable ascension to the seat of Sect Leader Jin –

Only Jiang Cheng thought about Qin Su, who should have been ascending right beside him. It had been her father that had died, after all.

Laoling Qin was far enough away from Lanling Jin that they were still mostly independent, and they were close enough to the Qinghe Nie that Jiang Cheng could pretend that he’d only made a short detour on a visit directed towards Nie Huaisang, that notorious purveyor of gossip; luckily enough, Nie Huaisang remembered their old friendship and was more than happy to help cover his tracks.

When Jiang Cheng arrived, the house was already decked out in mourning. Qin Su greeted him, eyes red and swollen from tears.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Cheng said awkwardly, then flinched when he realized he probably should have said something in greeting first – they really didn’t know each other well enough to skip over all that.

Nevertheless, Qin Su nodded, forgiving him the slip-up before he could even retract it. She was gracious and gentle, kind and quiet, economical and thoughtful – a consummate hostess. The wife of Jin Guangyao could not afford to be anything less.

Former wife.

Jiang Cheng’s gaze danced around the room, searching for something to say, and then abruptly he noticed – “There are two deaths in your household?”

“My mother took her own life,” Qin Su said, her voice dull. She tried to suppress it, but tears gathered in her eyes again. “Shortly before…”

Whatever it was that Jin Guangshan had done that had driven Sect Leader Qin mad, it had involved his wife, Jiang Cheng thought, and then abruptly he turned pale as he put two and two together. He’d never doubted that Jin Guangyao had adored Qin Su, so why would he divorce her?

Unless…

Jin Guangshan had a reputation.

Qin Su laughed a little, a bitter sound. “Everyone will know, soon enough,” she said wisely, seeing that Jiang Cheng had figured it out. “I don’t blame my former husband at all; he acted as he ought to in every respect. It’s only my poor A-Song…I can’t imagine what his life will be like from now on.”

Jiang Cheng looked helplessly at her. To lose not only your parents, one right after the other, but your husband, your reputation, and next even your son…

“Marry me,” he said suddenly, and Qin Su stared at him. “If Sect Leader Jin’s assault were recent rather than ancient, it would have provoked the same result. The only reason anyone might suspect the truth is because of the timing of your divorce – if there’s a reason given for that, people won’t think twice about it.”

His words had come out all in a rush, smashing together like stones tossed around by a waterfall; he hadn’t thought of the idea until right this moment.

“Are you suggesting I admit to adultery?” she asked. Her eyes were as round as the full moon.

Jiang Cheng shrugged, a little helpless. “Your reputation is gone,” he pointed out, wishing he knew how to be kind or tactful. “Adultery or incest – it’s the same either way for you. But for A-Song…”

To be the son of an adulterous woman was disgraceful, but such things happened and people generally looked the other way, as long as the real father was powerful enough.

It was better than being a child of incest.

“But what of your reputation?” she asked. “Sect Leader Jiang, you can’t. I won’t let you injure yourself for my sake.”

“Not for you,” he said, though maybe it was, just a little bit. The loss of your parents, the loss of your whole life, everything you’d ever believed – who could understand that better than him? “For A-Song. He’s Jin Ling’s best friend.”

Qin Su had always been kind to Jin Ling, he thought. She didn’t need to be, could just tolerate him the way most people in Jinlin Tower did, but she really seemed to like him…

It occurred to him suddenly that Qin Su met all of his requirements for a bride: a beauty from a good family, obedient, economical, with a mild personality who wasn’t too loud and wasn’t too talkative, who was good to Jin Ling…

“How’s your cultivation?” he asked abruptly. “Do you know how to cook?”

“Mediocre,” she said, blinking at him. “And I’m better at baking, I think. I like making sweets.”

“Good,” Jiang Cheng said, relieved. “That’s – good. I’m glad. Will you marry me?”

Qin Su bit her lip. “Let me think about it?”

Thoughtful, he added to the list. Cautious, not reckless.

“Take all the time you need,” he said.

She came back to him two shichen later. “What happens to A-Song?” she asked.

“I’ll adopt him as my own,” Jiang Cheng said. “Or he can keep the surname Jin, if you prefer. And if Lianfeng-zun agrees, which I think he will – it’s his birthright, after all.” Too many times over. “Jin Ling lives with me sometimes; they can grow up as cousins, the way they should.”

Qin Su nodded, lips trembling a little. “You won’t regret this?”

“I might,” Jiang Cheng admitted. “But I’m probably not going to marry anyone else, and I’m willing. Are you?”

“I am,” she said, and smiled at him. Her eyes were still red, and the smile shaky, but it was something. “Thank you. I…no, never mind.”

“If we’re going to be married, you’re going to need to learn to ask things of me,” he reminded her.

Qin Su wiped her eyes. “Yes, but there’s asking reasonable things, and then there’s asking to alert my former husband before we announce our engagement.”

“Oh, no, that’s a great idea,” Jiang Cheng said, immediately relieved. “If there’s one thing Lianfeng-zun knows, it’s how to manage an announcement of that sort of magnitude. We should definitely tell him.”

Qin Su’s smile this time was stronger.

Nie Huaisang pulled a few strings and got Jin Guangyao to come over to the Unclean Realm, and when he walked in and saw Qin Su, he flinched. Jiang Cheng could see on his face that he still loved her, and he felt bad for him – not enough to stop, but still.

“I see,” Jin Guangyao said, hearing the plan. His expression was surprisingly neutral – thoughtful, but not as upset as Jiang Cheng would have expected. “It’s not a bad idea. And you don’t even need to admit to adultery, either.”

“We don’t?” Jiang Cheng asked, surprised.

“We can say that my marriage with A-Su broke down after my father’s actions - painting them as recent, rather than ancient,” Jin Guangyao explained. “I didn’t feel I could oppose him, she had no choice but to do so – it was an irrevocable breach. You came to comfort her, having met her during your visits with Jin Ling, and her sect is in need of support…you can say it developed naturally from there. It might not work to quell the rumors, of course, but it would at least provide a way to save face in public…Leave it to me.”

“Thank you, A-Yao,” Qin Su said quietly, and he smiled at her, pained.

“Just be happy,” he said to her, then looked at Jiang Cheng. “Treat her well.”

“I will,” Jiang Cheng promised, and took her by the hand. “I swear.”

It was a few years later. Nie Huaisang sat beside Jiang Cheng.

“I think he killed my brother,” he said, playing with his fan. “I’m going to destroy him.”

Jiang Cheng stared at the newest memorial tablet in the Lotus Pier, his hands clenched into fists with knuckles turned white.

“Good,” he said, voice savage. “I’ll help.”

#mdzs #jiang cheng #qin su #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #my fic #my fics #I'm sorry

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swtki · 3 years

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Castle Under The Stars

Summary: You always worry when its a full moon and your husband is away on assignment, but this full moon is different as he comes home to be with you. Will it be for good? And just how much fun can two werewolves get up to during the full moon when they have a child to look after?

A continuation of Moonlight On The Sand

Pairing: Werewolf Captain Syverson x Werewolf Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Werewolves, Breeding, Breeding Kink.

Typos are free range and organic, allowed to run wild and free. I do not operate a tag list but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, you’ll get an alert each time i post something new. Past works can also be found there.

Castle Under The Stars

You stepped out onto the back porch and propped the door open with a boot, the warm summer's breeze blowing softly at the net curtains on the kitchen windows, bringing in the scent of the roses in from the garden. Wiping your hands on your apron before hanging it on the little hook by the door, you grabbed your garden shears and flower basket, and headed out with bare feet onto the cool grass. The windows of your cabin all stood open, allowing the warm breeze to flow through the house, but also so you could hear if your little one cried from his nursery.

Quietly you stood and let the breeze push your light skirt against your legs as you carefully selected roses from the overloaded bushes. Small clouds skidded across the night sky, and for a moment you turned your face to feel the soft moonlight on your skin. The reflection of the sun's rays on its surface from orbit made your skin prickle, as if someone was pouring champagne over your limbs, but that was as far as your transformation would go, with the exception of the ring of fire in your irises.

You had been Sixteen when you had been turned. On a geology camping field trip, nature had literally callen and as you’d been in the bushes relieving yourself that’s when the lupine had got you. It took a few months to realise what had happened, and it was only when your monthly period bleed coincided with a full moon did you turn. With irregular cycles through your teens and early twenties, you probably only turned twice, maybe three times a year, but eventually you got used to it.

It had however been a bit of a shock to your new husband, Sy, when you had turned for the first time. He’d knocked you up on the first day he met you, so it took a good 11 months before your cycle had come back, two months after the birth of your precious baby boy. That first night had been a challenge; dealing with a newborn whilst both parents were howling at the moon, however you were thankful that Edith who lived in the cabin down the lane knew of these things, and upon hearing the howling had rushed over in her nightgown.

Since then Edith had been like a surrogate mother and grandmother, as it turned out her late husband had the lupine tendencies too. Your deployment had ended whilst you were on maternity leave and you’d chosen to leave the Army entirely rather than take a desk job. Sy was special ops and in the middle of another deployment, but you had no idea when that would finish because of the nature of his assignment. Looking up at the moon you wondered where he was, hoping he was coping with the full moon and his monthly transformation. You weren’t ashamed to admit you actually really enjoyed when he was at home for a full moon; he was even more attentive and the sex was mind blowing. Standard sex with Sy left you bow legged and exhausted, but with the added power of the moon… well, it was out of this world and you’d had orgasms so strong you’d actually passed out a couple of times.

The sounds of the occasional truck on the highway a couple of hundred feet away sporadically filled the night, and you thought about that time Sy had driven out to the lake with you and you’d spent the night fucking under the moonlight in the flatbed which he’d covered with blankets and throw pillows. You’d been seven months pregnant but good god it was some of the best sex you’d ever had.

As you shifted to reach a particularly large rose you could feel your panties stick to you, just the thought of Sy was making you wet and ready. You wished you knew when he would be home, taking matters into your own hands wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the real thing from the man you loved.

Just then you heard a pair of owls hooting in the distance, a truck on the highway honking its horn, so you didn’t notice the sound of tyres on the long grassy driveway that ran up the hill to the cabin. Humming to yourself you were running your fingertips over the soft petals of a trailing white rose when the first hint of his scent reached you on the wind. It made you stop and doubt yourself, before it hit again and you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach bloom. Dropping the basket and shears on the grass you ran to the front of the cabin, the breeze catching at your skirts before you finally saw him, standing at the open gate to the garden, his large duffel hanging from his shoulder, the fire in his eyes as he finally saw you.

“Sy!”

He let the bag drop to the floor as you ran into his arms, launching yourself at him, your legs were wrapped around his thick waist as you kissed him. His deep laugh as you peppered his face with soft kisses, the tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks;

“I’m here Darlin’” he practically growled, and that’s when you remembered the moon.

Pulling back you looked him in the eyes, the golden ring of fire matching your own, and as he took long strides across the grass you felt the coupling connection again, just like that first night in the desert.

He set you down on the lawn, laying you softly on the grass as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck. Grasping the front of your dress he let out a growl as he ripped the garment clean in two, humming his appreciation at your swollen breasts where you were still breastfeeding and soft belly, before your soaked panties met the same fate as your dress. His lips continued their path down your body, until he reached the apex of your thighs and inhaled deeply, his eyes shining bright in the moonlight before he dived in and licked a wide stripe through your soaked folds. There under the soft caress of the moon’s rays your lupine husband pulled the first of many orgasms from your body that night, surrounded by the wild calls of nature and the overwhelming scent of the roses.

Sitting at the kitchen table, the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows as you flipped the pancakes on the skillet, smiling as you watched your two boys have breakfast. Michael sat in his high chair, babbling away as Sy seemingly understood every word of gibberish that came from his son’s lips.

Sliding the pancakes onto a plate, you set it down on the table before you felt a strong arm around your waist and Sy pulled you across his lap, his massive hands smoothing over your bare thighs where all you wore were panties and his t-shirt;

“Steady there Darlin, making me want more than just pancakes for breakfast if you’re walkin’ around in just this”

Just then there was a knock at the screen door, all three of you turning to see Edith smiling and waving from the other side;

“Edith! Come in girl, been looking forward to seeing ya!” Sy called out, a huge grin on his face that got even bigger when he spied the basket she was carrying covered in a red and white checkered napkin.

You reluctantly climbed off your husband's lap, excusing yourself to quickly grab your robe as Sy and Edith talked;

“Big Sy, i knew it was your truck that rumbled past my cabin last night”

“Was indeed, home with my girl and my little man” he paused as Edith set the basket onto the table; “Those aren’t….?”

“They sure are” she pulled the napkin up and underneath were her famous peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies.

Sy quickly pulled one from the basket and snapped it in two, handing half to Michael who happily chewed on the freshly baked treat.

“Hmmmnnnn, Edith, i could get used to these”

“You staying this time Sy?”

“I sure am Edith”

“Does she know?”

“Nope, wanna surprise her later”

“Moon’ll be up again tonight, you want me to watch Mikey?”

Just then you walked into the room, catching the last of the conversation;

“Are you sure?”

Edith stood and smiled, rubbing a finger over Michael’s chubby little cheek;

“Absolutely, why don’t I drop by after he’s had his supper?”

Setting Edith up with everything she would need for an evening of watching Jeopardy as your son slept peacefully in his crib, you grabbed the picnic basket and blanket and gave Michael a kiss, before stepping out into the night air. Sy had already taken off, with the moon rising before sundown he got antsy, but he would meet you at the lake. He’d set everything up ready, and just told you to drive his truck down, he’d set off on foot earlier, wanting to burn some energy in the calmness of nature.

The truck's tyres crunched on the gravel as you parked up, the lake a still mirror for the pink purple skyline as the sun set behind the mountains in the distance. But none of those were what you were looking at, no, what drew your attention was your husband quietly sitting on a rock at the shoreline, his boots resting beside him as he let his feet cool in the waters. With your sandals left in the truck you walked across the soft sand before reaching the shoreline, sitting beside him as he wrapped his big arm around your shoulders.

“Sy, what are you thinking about?”

He looked at you, his smile warm as his eyes shone amber in the low light;

“Lots of things Darlin… how lucky i am to have you in my life, how i don’t think i could have coped with what happened if it hadn’t been for you”

“Oh Sy…” your eyes watered; “I love you so much”

“I love you too Darlin. You and Mikey are my world…” he paused, poignantly; “There’s something else i wanna tell ya Darlin…”

For a moment you heart sank, dreading what he was going to say;

“Sy…”

“Ya know how Walt’s construction business is expanding and he needs a new site manager?”

“What?” whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that

“Well, i got a surprise…” he pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your ass; “I’m done with the Army”

“No! You’d better not be fibbing…” your eyes were full to the brim, nervous tears threatening to spill

“Not fibbing… i’m done. Wanted to keep it a surprise until i knew for sure that the assignment was completed”

Crying happy tears you wrapped your arms around your husbands shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed joyfully that he wasn’t going away again.

When you had finally settled down and Sy had reassured you for the 10th time that it was definitely true, he was definitely staying home for good, the pair of you stood and started to walk along the shore of the lake barefoot, the warm sand beneath your feet as you clasped your hand around his.

The gentle sound of the water coupled with the feel of your skin touching his calmed Sy, even though the moon was out high above the pair of you, he didn’t feel the need to turn, the sense of utter contentment a balm on his soul. As you had rounded the lake he stumbled on a pebble, and in turn a giggle escaped your lips. Steadying himself he smirked and kicked at the water, splashing you a little as you let out a shriek at the cool water hitting your warm skin. Retaliating you splashed him a little more than you were expecting, soaking one side of his cargo shorts and he paused and looked at you with a feral smile spreading across his lips;

“Oh, now you’re in for it Darlin…”

Your legs carried you as you ran through the surf, knowing Sy would eventually catch you, yet the thrill was in the chase. You could hear his heavy footfalls gaining on you, but you had the advantage of being light on your feet and made a sharp turn into the woodland, the soft grass beneath your feet dry and coarse. You realised he wasn’t behind you and you slowed, turning to try and figure out where he went, when suddenly he emerged from the bushes, his eyes glowing amber in the darkness and he tackled you to the ground, yet somehow managed to turn your bodies so you were on top of him;

“Gotcha!”

He pulled you down so he could kiss you, turning your bodies until he was on top, shifting his knees so he could nestle between your thighs. Your skirt had rucked up in the tussle, and the harsh brush of his shorts against the soft skin of your thighs had your hips bucking up against him, eager for friction as your arousal grew. With the quick fumbling of eager hands you were both soon naked, Sy kneeling between your spread thighs to take in the sight of you, your nipples hard and your arousal a sheen between your legs. Grabbing your hips he pulled you up his thighs, your back arched and your shoulders still on the ground as he thrust into you, spearing your flesh with his own and you both let out a howl of pleasure.

Sy couldn’t tear his gaze away from where your bodies were joined, watching each time he pulled out and saw your juices glistening on his shaft, or how your cunt stretched open as he pushed this fat dick back into you, parting your walls and you cried out in pleasure. He fucked you like the feral beast he was, claiming his mate and catching the tell tale scent that drove him wild;

“Fuck, you’re ripe… gonna breed you and give you another pup. Thought i caught the scent last night but now i know for sure… can’t wait to see your belly round and your tits even fuller…”

He drove into your fertile body, feeling you cum around him yet he pounded through your orgasm knowing your cervix would be wide open now that you had cum and ready to take his seed. You were whimpering in his grasp, desperate for more but overwhelmed at the same time;

“Sy… please… please put a baby in me…”

“Almost… there… Darlin’...” he grunted through thrusts, before his body went rigid and he threw his head back, filling your womb with pump after pump of his thick seed, a broad smile on his face as he even held you in place knowing that gravity would help get every last drop of cum through your cervix and flood your fertile ground.

When he had finally finished coming he carefully settled the two of you onto the soft grass, holding you tight as your bodies were still joined, knowing that he would stay hard for another two or three goes. By the time he would be finished your bodies would be battered and bruised from the intensity of your lovemaking, yet the power of the moon would ensure by morning you would be healed, no outwardly visible signs that the feral carnality of the nights pleasures left behind, even if it meant you’d be sitting down tenderly on a cushion for the following 48 hours.

It was well into the early hours when the pair of you finally limped back to Sy’s truck, resting your head on his shoulder as he carefully drove home, the moon having set early thanks to its cycle.

When you arrived back at the cabin Edith was having a cigarette on the porch, the baby monitor resting on the rail next to her;

“Got it outta your systems?” she grinned as she took one last drag before crushing it in a plant pot of sand that sat at the doorway.

“For tonight” Sy smirked as he carried you bridal style up the steps of the porch; “Can we book ya for tomorrow night too?”

“Sure thing Big Sy, but you’ll owe me”

“I’ll come fix the drainpipe around your porch once the full moon has passed”

“Deal… you’re a good-un” the old woman smiled as she grabbed her keys and slid the baby monitor into your lap as you quietly snoozed in your husbands arms; “It’ll be a girl this time”

Sy’s eyes went wide;

“How do you…?”

“I just know Sweetheart… my husband wasn’t the only one that’d turn ya’know…”

Sy held you as he watched the old woman make her way down the grassy lane to her cabin;

“She’s full o’ surprises is that one…” he looked down at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, before catching the screen door with his booted foot; “Lets get you to bed for some rest… gotta recharge for tomorrow night… maybe make it twins…”

You shifted in his grasp;

“That’s not how it works” you mumbled sleepily, a smile on your face, but the truth was neither of you knew how it worked when you were lupine… really, anything could happen.

#captain sy #captain syverson x reader #syverson x reader #werewolf!sy #captain syverson smut

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mominousrex · 2 years

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Rex gets Mandalorian armor, becomes a full Mandalorian with Ahsoka.

Oh I like this! 👏🙌👏 it could work.😍 thanks @soliloquy-of-nemo for my very first ask like this!

As for me, I ignore the Rebels 1-2 line reference to Ahsoka and Rex NOT TALKING AT ALL for 14 years! (???)

because that is ridiculous

No one needs to be mad at Wolffe anymore🥺

It's more fun to be creative with the idea that Rex and Ahsoka were on and off together and- over that time period they were trying to save and help who ever they could.

SOOOOOOOO…What if?!

Let’s say Rex and Ahsoka have been in hiding trying to avoid the Empire. During one of those times, they had to split up for a mission or as an evasion. Then each time they come back together they can’t help but fall in love all over again. Each time they part, they have to say goodbye again, never knowing, always hoping.

Rex and Ahsoka end up working with Fenn Rau and The Protectors to help get Bo-Katan and her supporting clans off Mandalore now that Gar Saxon has completely given his alliance to the Empire. When Ahsoka sees Rex in the Protectors’ signature blue, sliver and gold beskar armor - she sees the man, the driven and strong warrior that is her lover. A man who makes his own decisions now. Rex still treats her as an equal, respecting her decisions. And…he still can drive her wild with pleasure and affection every chance they get since they confessed their love after surviving Order66.

Ahsoka and Rex help The Protectors coordinate the evac, and are able to save as many as they can and redirect their efforts to rescuing refugees of the the Empire’s destruction. But they mission is treacherous and each day they continue they risk losing even Concord Dawn or their own secret rebel Cell working in the shadows.

Sure the old pair are together as unofficial Captain and Commander but they are older and certainly not as well equipped. The back and forth from Concord Dawn’s Moon to Mandalore is exhausting, brutal, and emotionally draining.

The “nights” they spend together are desperate and hungry. They don’t even take their armor off, save for the few pieces below to allow some skin to skin touch or grabbing to please the other with heated satisfaction that leaves them breathless and grateful to still be alive. They pass out in each other’s arms for a bit before they get up and get back to work on strategy meetings or leading a rescue run.

Any chance they get alone is heated, they never know if they will have to separate for another few months or longer. They miss each other and swear each time to get back to being just friends. But they never can help it. And on during this mission —they fuck—really fuck each other intensely rough and they both love it even more. This is not like when their sweet romance first started, hours of kissing, adoring and touching. Time is a luxury they don’t have. But what they do have is understanding. They always have perfectly understood each other in the old days before they were lovers and now as they are older and fighting like hell to stop the Empire. They also understand each other’s pain and longing for love, release, or some version, any version of hope.

On one rescue mission they are caught and cornered by Saxon and his imperial troopers. It is a nightmarish close call but they are able to get out, though some rebels and refugees were lost. In the skirmish, Rex is badly wounded. Rex is nursing a nasty wound and Ahsoka decides they have done all they could, so she and Rex make the way to rendezvous with the Bad Batch who will help them get to Gregor who has now found Wolffe.

When they meet up with The Marauder crew, Echo takes one look at the two of them and insists they go to the nearest safe house. Rex is hurt bad but will live. Anyone who sees the wounds knows he may never be the soldier he once was ever again. Ahsoka has to undress him from the heavy beskar armor and it feels like she is removing all of who Rex is, a clone of Jango, more worthy of the armor than even the prime himself, a man who has given everything to help and save others.

As she gets down to the flight suit and tends to his wounds, a broken leg, cracked rib and blaster shots in that broke through the armor’s vulnerable spots, she knows. He needs to rest. She can use as much Force healing as she can, but she cannot keep asking this of Rex anymore. Neither him, nor his brothers should have to fight and die. It will be his choice whether to continue fighting, but her gut tells her they have to find another way. She almost really lost him this time.

She knows even the beskar of Mandalore won’t stop her from losing him one day.

This endless fighting and chasing is how they lost the Clone Wars. There has to be a smarter way to fight. A plan of patience, secrecy. A cold approach that allows the Empire to think it has won.

She seeks the help of Sen. Bail Organa to hide Rex and other clones…

They must find a balanced, measured approach to taking down Palpatine, Vader and the Empire.

#look i wrote a thing #my first ask!#this is where my head went #rexsoka #great now my fic has a part 2

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wickedpact · 4 years

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dear tumblr user crim wickedpact pls write the essay/dissertation about nicky being shakespeare's fair youth (if you have time, ofc!!)

Not To Imply Nicky Was Shakespeare’s Fair Youth But Ive Read The Fair Youth Sonnets & Nicky Was Definitely Shakespeare’s Fair Youth, an essay by me, tumblr user crim wickedpact

background knowledge: our man shakespeare wrote some 120 sonnets about a young man referred to as the Fair Youth during the mid 1590s; there has been some debate among shakespeare enthusiasts whether shakespeare’s interest in the Fair Youth was platonic or romantic (but like. they were definitely romantic). no one knows for sure who the Fair Youth was, but it was definitely nicky and my first and most important piece of evidence regarding this hypothesis is the ‘lmao babe do you remember that guy who had a crush on me?’/ ‘i try not to remember the guy who had a crush on you’ look joe and nicky exchange when Merrick brings up shakespeare during the movie. especially since gina confirmed in a tweet that joe and nicky canonly did know shakespeare

my second piece of evidence is that it just Works (except for a couple small facts like.. the Fair Youth was prolly closer to his 20s than his 30s. and the fact that shakespeare implies that the Fair Youth slept with his mistress at one point. but he doesnt know what hes talking about shhh we IGNORE)

long post under cut

A. The Description Matches

when describing the Fair Youth (who I’ll call the FY from now on), shakespeare says he has a ‘gold complexion’ and ‘beautiful eyes’ and compares him to a ‘summer’s day’. He says the FY has “A woman’s gentle heart" and “An eye more bright than [women’s are], (...) Gilding the object whereupon [they] gazeth”

As much as shakespeare’s perceptions of sexuality and gender are very........ late 1500′s (whoo boy sonnet #20 is a wild ride) ...... the description does match, and also:

B. The Fair Youth Refused to Get Married

it’s never really said why one way or another (shakespeare assumes it’s because the FY is selfish) but the FY didn’t/wouldn’t take on a wife and have a kid, and this was something that was a real sticker for our man Willy S. because, as he says in his sonnets a million times: beauty doesn’t last forever, but having a child not only passes down the FY’s beauty, but also blesses the woman the FY would have a child with (im not saying shakespeare wanted to bear the FY’s children, but he definitely did)

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

(ie. If you don’t renew yourself/ have children, you deprive the world and deprive a woman from having your child, since what woman out there is so beautiful that she wouldn’t want to bear your child?)

Like.

1.) if nicky is the FY then so many of these poems center around the idea of nicky growing old sometime soon and that must have been pretty funny to Nicky and

2.) the fact that shakespeare would have been So Desperate for nicky to find a wife must have been the opposite of funny to joe. considering the ease of his and nicky’s relationship and the fact that being gay in late 1500s england was probably not a walk in the park, it is very likely shakespeare wouldn’t have known they were in a committed relationship-- or at least not known how close they actually were. Thus:

C. The Rival (aka. Joe)

shakespeare mentions having a poetic rival in regards to the FY in several sonnets. In sonnet #21 he talks about how he’s not like Those Other Writers who use grand metaphors to talk about their muses

So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,

(ie. I’m not like other poets who, when inspired by a ‘painted beauty’ use heaven and every other beautiful thing on the planet to make a grand comparison to their muse: he specifically lists the sun and moon as examples as well as other beautiful things)

He then goes on to say

And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:

(ie. my love [the FY] is as beautiful as any other beautiful person, though I wouldn’t compare them to the stars/heavens (which is what he means by the 'gold candles’. those are stars.))

So shakespeare insults poets who compare their subjects to the sun, moon, and stars (amongst other things) and in the comics, Joe does literally exactly that

That man is the stars in my sky, and the sun that lights my days. That man is the moon when I'm lost in darkness, and warmth when I shiver in cold.

shakespeare also goes on to say in the same sonnet “Let them say more that like of hearsay well / I will not praise that purpose not to sell” which is to say ‘let people who like that kind of language use it, I wont because I don’t want anyone else to have the subject of my affections (the FY)’.

(which is a bit of a contradiction regarding his feelings abt the FY getting married, but these sonnets are full of contradictions. shakespeare was a confused dude; man spent the first 100 or so sonnets convinced the FY loved him back only for him to start wondering if the FY ever loved him near the end)

(not to mention Marriage For Love wasnt really.. much of a thing in Ye Olden Times but thats a different conversation. so shakespeare prolly didnt associate marriage with love/competition? anyways)

Shakesy-boo goes on to complain about this rival several times. In #79, he says

Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of, and pays it thee again. He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give, And found it in thy cheek: he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.

(ie. everything ‘your poet’ (as the FY apparently favored this unnamed rival) says about you, he takes it from you in the first place. he talks about your virtue, but learned the word from watching your behavior. he calls you beautiful but only discovered beauty by looking at your face. every compliment he gives you he took from you in the first place)

[and, as a smaller example, he also bemoans the fact that people want to paint the FY in #67, saying, “Why should false painting imitate his cheek, / And steal dead seeming of his living hue?”. and yknow. Joe’s an artist.]

And then another example in #86

Was it the proud full sail of [the rival’s] great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?

(ie. he’s talking about how he’s having difficulty writing abt the FY and is rhetorically asking if ‘the proud sail’ of the rival’s verses was the reason his ‘ripe thoughts’ were killed in their ‘womb’. He then asks (again rhetorically) if it was the rival’s ‘spirit’ (or creativity, maybe) ‘’’‘by spirits taught to write’’’’ that killed his own drive to write. none of the analyses I’ve read really explain what shakespeare means by ‘spirits taught to write’, other than maybe being a joke or reference to something we dont know, but... ‘taught by dead people to write in a way mortal people can’t’ very much sounds like a description of an immortal poet, eh?)

Which brings me to,

D. Willy Boy Thinks There Are 500 Year Old Writings About the Fair Youth

shakespeare talks about people having written about the FY ‘500 years ago’ from the late 1500s in #59 which......................... would have been around 1100 AD. :thinking face:

Oh that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of the sun, Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was done, That I might see what the old world could say To this composed wonder of your frame;

(ie. Oh if I could look back 500 years and see how you were described in some old books so I could see/reference what people used to write about you)

Which again brings me to,

E. I’m Not Saying shakespeare Stole From Joe, But:

1.) In #22, shakespeare says this,

For all that beauty that doth cover thee, Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:

(ie, your beauty is due to the ‘clothes’ my heart gives you-- probably means something like ‘you’re beautiful because i love you’. goes on to say his heart lives in the FY’s chest, and the FY’s heart lives in shakespeare’s chest)

so: shakespeare tells the FY he has shakespeare’s heart. in comparison, Joe calls nicky ‘my heart’ in the comics...... :thinking face x2:

2.) In #109, shakespeare tells the FY ‘thou art my all’,

For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

which rings similar to Joe’s ‘he’s all and he’s more’ as well as (from the comics) ‘he is my everything’

and just saying. joe looks pretty #done the mention of shakespeare.

F. The last One

Despite shakespeare writing 30+ poems about the FY eventually growing old, the very last poem he writes about/for the FY says,

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein showest Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self growest.

(ie. you [the FY] have power over the ‘mirror’ (fickle glass) of time as well as time’s ‘harvesting’ ability (sickle hour) and as you grow older, you remain beautiful while your lovers [shakespeare] wither and grow old)

The transition from ‘get married and have a baby before you get old!!!!’ in #1-20 to talking about the FY’s presence in 500 y/o books in #59 to admitting the FY isn’t growing old in #126 kinda seems to imply shakespeare learning of/about nicky’s immortality at some point, and this last poem is him accepting it.

TLDR: not only does it make perfect sense if nicky was the Fair Youth from the FY sonnets, but it also makes perfect sense if joe was the Rival from the FY sonnets. its canon nothing will convince me otherwise

#IS THIS GETTING TAGGED? YES #nicolo di genova #joe x nicky #my_essays #the fair youth saga

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Pride Lost, Feelings Found

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: @summerstardust “Could you do a Neville with a gender neutral reader. It can fluff/smut/bit of both 🤷, whatever you want. With the prompts: 4. "You think she looks at me? Am I invisible?”, 12. "I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.” and 17. "Make me fall in love with you.”

Maybe where Neville is secretly crushing on the reader from afar and the reader is told, in some way, about this and he just runs away from the scene. Then the reader follows and finds him and tells him that they want to get to know him.

Don’t feel pressured to use this idea, though. I am just feeling a bit angsty at the moment. Thank you! :)”

Summary: It all crumbles down before Neville’s eyes, but it’s replaced with something he’d never expect.

Warnings: angst but it turns to fluff!!

A/N: Ok ok, if you want a part 2 with what happens after reader says that? Lmk and I’ll probably write it! I’m so sorry this took so long esp for one of my favorite readers. I hope you enjoy <3

4. "You think she looks at me? Am I invisible?”

12. "I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.”

17. "Make me fall in love with you.”

Sometimes Neville wish he had never noticed (Y/n). But when you shine as bright as they did, how couldn't you notice? They bewitching, enchanting everyone around them with a simple smile, him included. However when miracles as amazing as (Y/n) come to be, so does a lot of attention. He adored everything about them, the way they always smeared their ink on their scroll when they wrote, how they’d walk into class every morning with that same sleepy expression, even down to the way they’d always have to pull their socks up because they got the wrong size and they’d fall down. They was his dream partner. But sadly, that’s the thing about dream lovers, they’re meant to stay dreams.

From as long as Neville could remember, he had been on the bottom of the social ladder. Hell, when your familiar (who is also a toad) causes a wild goose chase during your first years at a new school, it’s really not hard to understand why. If it had been someone else instead of him, he would've made fun of them too. He was a loser and no one would ever let him forget. Not his friends, not Malfoy, not anyone. But they did. In all his years at Hogwarts, (Y/n) had never made him feel like a loser. Every interaction the two of them had made him feel normal, like himself.

Granted every interaction they had was small. Accidentally bumping into them in the halls, a tight lip smile when eye contact was made. One time he thought (Y/n) was waving to him but was in fact waving to their friend behind him but luckily they hadn't seen (Malfoy definitely did..). Out of all the people who could have noticed the way he looked at them or the way his cheeks would turn red when they'd pass him it had to be Malloy. That was awful for a multitude of reasons. One being that for some reason, (L/n) and Malfoy were the best of friends. Everyday he wished that it was him who got sat next to them in potions instead of that weasel of a boy. The second reason being that despite knowing how Neville felt for them, he still had yet to do anything with the information. To most people, they’d be relieved if Malfoy found out one of their most personal pieces of information and had yet to do anything but, Neville knew better. Draco was a vile creature and if he hadn’t teased him about it yet, that surely meant something even greater was coming. Something truly awful and devastating.

The first week after Malfoy found out had Neville staying up to the break of dawn, stirring around restlessly at the thought of what he’d do. Would he spill something on him when he was set to have a class with them, tape a note to the back of his shirt with the information on it, or worse...no, no. Not even Malfoy was cruel enough to do that! If anything, if he was going to tell (Y/n) he’d probably do it when Neville wasn’t around so they could come up to him and reject him at random. Although it was sad, what got Neville to sleep at night was imagining that they already knew. That (Y/n) was more than aware and it was only a matter of time till they’d reject him and his life would go back to normal without any pesky thoughts of how beautiful he found them to be.

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Seamus’s words went in one of Neville’s ears and right back out of the other, sounding like white noise to the boy. He couldn’t listen to whatever idiotic thing he was going on about. How could he when (Y/n) was a few feet away, looking just as gorgeous as they usually did? It was hard not to focus on them, the way their pretty lips would curl into a smile, giggling at something one of their friends had said. He felt a smile grace his own lips at the sight, letting out a noise of protest as Ron chucked a cushion at his head.

“Are you even, listening Longbottom?” he heard him ask, still not ripping his eyes away from the (y/h/h) across the hall.

“You think they look at me? Am I invisible?” he asked in a hushed tone, as if he was to speak any louder, they would somehow hear them despite them being so far away. Seamus let out a loud snort, beginning to cackle as he slapped the boy on the back a bit too hard.

“Fat chance, Longbottom! You think (L/n) would notice you? They wouldn’t even notice me, and that’s saying something!” Seamus wheezed out. Neville shot him a pointed glare, fuming from the boy’s words. He shoved him off the couch, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not that people don’t notice you Seamus….it’s that they do for all the wrong reasons.” Dean pointed out, causing the other 3 to laugh, growing louder as Seamus failed to push himself off the ground.

“Oh don’t worry, Longbottom. (L/n) will be sure to notice you soon enough.” he froze at the sound of the cold voice, turning around to look at the platinum blonde prince himself. Draco stood their, smirking. Crabbe and Goyle tried to nod along when in reality, they had no idea what their leader was going on about. Neville gulped, standing up to face him completely.

“W-what do you mean?” he asked him, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. Draco simply shrugged, beginning to walk in the opposite direction. He turned around briefly looking the boy up and down.

“Means exactly what I said. Nothing more, nothing less. Well as much as I’d love to stay around and lose brain cells with you idiots, I’ve got better things to attend to.” and with that he left.

“Don’t worry, Nev. Draco is always just talk, I’m sure nothing will come of it.” Harry said, offering the boy a reassuring smile. Although Neville knew he meant well, he couldn’t stop the sinking, tight feeling in his chest. Draco had yet to do something so he had no reason to feel this way, but it was just a hunch that the worst was yet to come.

Even hours later, as Neville lay in his bed that night, all he could think about were the words that echoed throughout his head over and over.

“Oh don’t worry, Longbottom. (L/n) will be sure to notice you soon enough.”

He didn’t know if he was grateful for how vague that was or if it was the bane of his days. Draco could’ve meant anything by that, all he knew is whatever it meant the intent behind his words were less than kind. He turned again, sighing as he looked out the window. There was a full moon tonight, a beautiful silver halo of light dancing its way around it.

“Merlin, save me please.” he pleaded quietly, to no one in particular. Every bit of hope, every positive thought laced in his words. Although he prepared for the worse to happen, he had a sliver of hope that it wouldn’t. That tomorrow he’d wake up and his day would be as mundane as usual, just the way he’d like it. And if he was lucky (Y/n) would give him a small smile in the hall.

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Neville’s small sliver of hope had grown into an entire cake. Looking back on earlier in the week, he was worried for absolutely nothing! Malfoy once again was all bark and no bite which for once, he was glad for! He let out a sigh of content as he made his way from the library, heading in the direction of the main corridor. He saw Seamus give him an uncharacteristically serious look from the small crowd that was gathered around something. As he grew closer, in the middle of the circle he saw Draco stood on a crate as (Y/n) sat next to him, listening as he read something from a paper.

“Nev, you might wanna...might wanna leave.” Seamus whispered to him. However, he looked as people stared at him, some giggling while some look sympathetic.

“Why? What’s going o-”

“Here’s another one I found in his bin! ‘Dear (Y/n), although I’ll never give you this letter, I can’t help but write about how amazing you are! When I saw you help that injured bird the other day, I wanted nothing more than to help you tend to it. I find it funny how even when you’re sad, you manage to brighten up my day.’ God how dorky is this loser? I can’t believe he fancies you so much (Y/n)!” Draco howled in laughter, a few others joining him. Neville found himself at the forefront of the circle, frozen in his spot. That was his letter! He had started writing them as a way of coping with his feelings, knowing that the person he fancied would always be out of reach of him. “Anything to say for yourself, Longbottom?”

Neville felt tears well in his eyes, the warmth of them mixing with the heat of his red flushed face. “I...I..” he looked at (Y/n) who look like they had something to say however, he didn’t wanna stick around to hear it. Without another word, he ran off, tears streaming down his face as soon as he was far enough from anyone. In his time of despair, he ran to his only place of comfort. The one place that he wasn’t Neville, the loser who just had his feelings ripped from safe keeping in front of half the students in his year. The place where he was just Neville.

He took in a deep breath of the familiar muggy air of the greenhouse, relaxing slightly as he took a seat on the ground. “God I’m so stupid!” he wailed, tears flowing down his face. His crying grew harder, harsh hiccups shaking and jolting his body as he screamed into his knees. He knew there was a matter of time before (Y/n) was to find out, he just didn’t know it’d be like this. If this was just the pain from them learning about his feelings, he didn’t wanna know how bad he’d be wounded when they came to reject him. Neville’s head jolted up at the sound of soft footsteps making their way over to him. He noticed the familiar pair of black shoes, turning his head as they kneeled down in front of him.

“I thought you may be here! You always seemed so passionate about plants during herbology so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to check here first.” (Y/n) said, placing a hand on the boy’s knee. He looked down at where they connected, feeling his face flush slightly from the contact. “You know, your friends care about you a lot. After you ran off, Ginny came up and socked Draco straight in the face. It was quite a sight really.” they let out a soft giggle at the memory. “Hermione went in to drag her off but when she saw how smug Draco looked, she couldn’t help but to join in. While they did that, your other friends set off looking for you and I did too.”

“Why?” he asked, catching their attention. The (y/h/h) gave him a confused look, tilting their head to the side. “Why did you come looking for me? Don’t you hate me now? Gross, stupid Longbottom having a crush on Hogwart’s sweetheart. How pathetic, huh?” he sniffled, ripping his eyes away from them. He knew if he was to continue to look, a completely new set of tears would be triggered.

“Why wouldn’t I? I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t! Although I don’t know much about you, I do know you’re a kind individual and you didn’t deserve what Draco did to you.” they said in a soft tone, moving into the spot next to Neville. They sat in silence for a moment before (Y/n) cleared their throat, looking over at him once more. “How long?”

“Pardon?”

“I mean, how long have you liked me for? I wasn’t even aware until today.” they queried curiously.

“I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed. I don’t blame you for not noticing though, we’re from two different worlds. You’ve got everyone in hogwarts begging for a moment of your time and you hang out with some of the most elite and prestigious people in the castle.” he sniffled some, wiping his nose on his sleeve as he set his hand down on the cold cement ground. “It was stupid of me to let my feelings last for so long.”

“Why was it stupid?” they asked, scooting closer to him. Neville turned to look at them, losing his breath at their closeness.

“Because you don’t feel the same..not that I expected you to. You didn’t even know I existed until today.” he let out a huff of air. (Y/n) bit the inside of their cheek before placing their hand on top of Neville’s, tangling their fingers together.

“You’re right, I don’t feel the same,” they started, tightening their grip as the boy began to get up. “But that doesn’t mean I never will. Let’s get to know each other a bit more.” they leaned in closer, the feeling of both of their breath being exchanged like whispers amongst their lips.

“Make me fall in love with you.”

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valdomarx · 4 years

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Beastly Appetites

Five times Jaskier seduced the monster (and one time he seduced the monster hunter)

Octoberfest day 6: Geraskier Hallows: 5+1 + Monsterfucking

Geralt is loath to admit it but there are times when having Jaskier as a travelling companion provides... unexpected benefits.

They’ve been sent to subdue a greater vampire, one he knows to be intelligent, powerful, and almost impossible to kill. They’ve got her contained, but she’s smiling like she’s the one playing with them.

“Alright,” Geralt says, hands in the air. Their best bet is to make a deal with her. “What do you want?”

She smirks at Jaskier, all sharp teeth and cold, dead eyes, and shrieks, “I vant to suck your blood!”

Jaskier... Jaskier titters. The tips of his ears go a lovely blush colour. “Madame! How very forward of you.” He takes a step closer. “I normally expect dinner first, but for a lady as alluring as you I’m sure I can make an exception.”

She strokes a clawed finger under his chin and he giggles. Her head tilts and her fangs retract. She seems utterly delighted with her new toy. “You may go,” she says, waving a dismissive hand at Geralt.

“I won’t leave Jaskier!”

Jaskier turns and gives him the fuck off for a minute, will you, I’m trying to score here eyebrows.

“Oh. Umm.” He fidgets awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to it, then.” He glances back at Jaskier. “I’ll be right outside. If you. Uhh. Need anything.”

“Oh, Mister Wolf, what big eyes you have.” Jaskier advances on the snapping, snarling werewolf, because apparently survival instincts aren’t his strong suit.

“Jaskier,” Geralt hisses. “Get back here.” Only a fool would confront a werewolf during a full moon.

“And what big teeth you have.” Jaskier is apparently the world’s biggest fool, however, and keeps going, reaching one hand out to the beast.

“And what a big...” Jaskier glances down, and his eyes widen and the scent of arousal spikes the air. “And what a very big endowment you have.”

“Jaskier! Do not taunt the werewolf in rut, trust me on this.”

“Pssh. It’s fine. He’s a friendly one, aren’t you?” Jaskier holds out his hand and the werewolf licks it. “Oh yes.” He glances down again at the wolf’s terrifyingly large member and his pulse spikes loud enough for Geralt to hear it. “We’re going to be very good friends, I can tell already.”

“She’s a sex demon, Jaskier.”

“I know. You should have seen the thing she did with her-”

“No. I mean literally, she is a succubus, feeding on energy from sexual encounters.”

Jaskier shrugs, nonplussed. “And?”

Geralt blinks. “And doesn’t it bother you that she‘s siphoning off a bit of your life force every time you... you know.”

“All sex is an exchange, Geralt. For money or status, for love or for power. And anyway,” he grins wickedly, “I’ve got plenty of life force to spare.”

Dopplers aren’t evil, but they are tricky. Geralt finally has this one cornered, and he needs to persuade them to leave.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

The doppler hisses at him. “Then leave me the fuck alone! I’m just want to have a bit of fun in the big city before I have to return to hiding in the goddamn countryside.”

“So you’re looking for entertainment?” Jaskier steps forward. “A good time? A wild night out?”

The doppler nods. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, fortunately for you, wild nights are my specialty.”

The doppler raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh really? Think you can keep up?” Their skin ripples, shifting between different bodies, different genders, different ages.

“Oh!” Jaskier clasps his hands together in delight. “This is going to be fun!”

"You’re sounding very judgemental right now, Geralt.”

“It’s a fucking leshen, Jaskier! It’s an ancient forest relic, a spirit of great power from before the dawn of man. It’s not a pretty girl at a tavern!”

“Actually his name is Borowy, and he’s very tender.”

“It’s not even humanoid! It has a deer skull for a head and tree branches for arms! How were you even planning to...”

“Oh, I have some ideas.”

“For the love of the gods, do not give me details.”

"Could you please, just for once, not fuck the monster we’re supposed to be hunting?” he snaps. It comes out rather more forcefully than he intended.

Jaskier sets his hands on his hips. “I think my alternative methods of monster pacification have been remarkably effective so far. I don’t see what you’re so persnickety about.”

Geralt crosses his arms and glares. It’s annoying to admit, but he’s actually not wrong. It has been effective, as their fattened coin purse shows. It’s just that-

“Oh ho, I see the problem.” Jaskier smirks triumphantly. “You’re jealous.”

Geralt staggers back. He thought he’d been so subtle. He thought he’d kept his feelings buried where Jaskier would never see them. He thought he’d gotten away with it.

“I...” His palms are sweaty. “I didn’t want you to know. I would never act on it. I’d never make you feel uncomfortable in that way.”

Jaskier’s brow creases. “What are you talking about? Just because you’re jealous of my monster hunting skills, that doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable.”

OH. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Maybe he can walk that back. Maybe...

“Hang on a second.” Jaskier rounds at him, astonished. “Did you mean... Are you jealous because...”

Jaskier steps close. Very close. He smells goddamn intoxicating.

“Why Geralt,” he sets a hand on Geralt’s chest, smiling like he’s been handed the most beautiful gift. “You should have just said.”

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