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nmzuka · 4 months

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Alright I did it Ranking the human characters from Primal Rage: The Avatars from least to most mischaracterized to me personally:

--Kaze and Keena They're kinda just genetic "protagonist hero" and "girl" I do like a lot of moments they had overall and dont think their characters are bad for them Keena having a crush on Kaze wasn't terrible since it obviously wasn't reciprocated but I did HATE the long bit of Keena fretting about "never feeling the touch of a man" she's 15 bro she's not thinking about that pls fuck off I do think it was lacking a lot in Keena being a child (and they kinda cop-out of doing that by saying she like matured by magic after becoming an Avatar which is lame) I don't really have that much to say in general about Kaze. I thought he was fine for being the "main character" The other characters joking about him being WAY too loyal to Blizzard (to the point of joking he wanted to fuck him) was honestly really funny tho

--Shank hard for me to fault much cause like he isnt in the book a whole lot? but I do wish they'd done more with him… he's just kinda there, does his thing, and then goes away Spoilers kinda but it was really weird that he gave a false name when he met them and then like Keena just out of no where was like "what's your real name?!" and then Malyssa knew who he was?? which I guess was the point that he hid his name so they wouldn't realize he was Chaos but they also never brought up that Malyssa knew who he was?

--Sinjin on the one hand I think Sinjin's character was kinda fun. He is sassy and a bit quippy (really like his line when all the gods got together and were roaring at each other and he just says "one big happy family…" its just so silly of him I love it) They made it a point of how good he was at rallying troops behind him and like giving these passionate speeches which is kinda fun for him to be charismatic like that but it really feels like character moments that should have been for Arik?? The book didn't even bother bringing up his want to die (I dont remember if it even brought up he was immortal? I dont think they did) that annoyed me but REALLY annoyed me when he had the line while giving a speech to the soldiers and said "we have the will to live!" made me yell HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT!! his personal motives are just kinda dropped after a while too? like he started out playing both sides (the other Avatars and Necrosan) but that doesnt really go anywhere and once he gets the powers of being an avatar it seems like he's going to betray the Avatars because he doesnt want to release Diablo again but it just never happens? they have a lead in like he's planning something but Tor and Arik show up and he just never tries any kind of backup plan or anything? he's just fully helping the Avatars to beat Necrosan and release the gods

--Arik, Tor, Xiao Ming Im lumping all 3 together because they are honestly interchangeable in the book you could just swap the names and it wouldnt make a difference because they arent given enough character to stand out. which is a real shame! especially for Arik and Xiao Ming because I think they have a lot of interesting character possibilities with what we get from the game:

Arik is a fallen prince who wants to rebuild his kingdom and in his game ending it says how he became a greatly loved king who was known for his compassion and wisdom. He establishes a new age of peace and prosperity for humanity and its a shame the book just doesn't touch on that at all I mean they mention he's a prince but not any of his wants to help humanity

Xiao Ming is an arrogant fighter who challenged the god Slashfang to a fight and lost. Shashfang doesnt kill him tho and instead makes him his avatar in his ending he rechallenges Slashfang who says instead of a fight Xiao Ming must hunt him down He fails at this as well but over his time traveling gains a sense of humility and peace

So I always pictured his relationship with Slashfang being more bitter? it says how Xiao Ming is "disfigured" by his earlier fight with Slashfang and I dont think he was really a willing follower?? Slashfang is more trying to teach him a lesson in the book tho he's just a guy, given no sense of arrogance or anything he's just there and hanging out with Slashfang like whatever. it did annoy me too cause there was a bit where Xiao Ming and Keena think Kaze betrayed them and Keena is the one going off about what a jerk he is and shit and Xiao Ming is the one like "no he wouldnt do that would he?" when I think it should have been switched with Xiao Ming shit talking Kaze for betraying them

I did laugh when the book out right said Tor and Armadon were boring lol (Malyssa is the one to say it and I was just like "girl you get it they are so boring") but honestly that made me more sad then anything cause I had hoped to get some character ideas for Tor especially but nope he's just kinda around and is a normal dude? Armadon mentions him being afraid but never of what? like what is that suppose to mean my guy??

--Malyssa ok so like… she is my fav character in the book but also the one that bothers me the most ffff I liked how much pull she had in the story playing both sides the whole time, betraying people and then talking her way back onto their side (even tho most of the time it made no fucking sense what she was trying to do or how she was able to make the others work with her again) I just liked how important she was

what I didnt like was how much of her character was "breasted boobily down the stairs" they for some reason made her centuries old but keeping herself youthful by drinking the blood of virgin men after sleeping with them?? like okay (I dont at all mind that she liked to get it like good for her! they just kinda made it weird cause she always thinking about it) her not wearing much clothes was brought up a LOT and just talking about her "supple body" I get it she's sexy idk it just really derailed me every time and made me roll my eyes. they didnt at all bring up any of her lore from the game which also really bothered me and I think was the main reason I hated her being portrayed as she was in the book

in the game she's literally a slave to Vertigo as are all her people (magically bound to serve Vertigo) and Malyssa wants to free them she ends up tricking Vertigo and rewritting a spell that Vertigo thought would free herself into one that would free Malyssa and her people and then she leads her people with kindness and allows them to pursue freedom and happiness

which is like so good??? thats part of why I like Malyssa so much cause she's bound to one of the big bads of the series yet she herself isnt evil and wants to do good (at least for her people) I just love that for her and it feels like such a shame the book reduced her to just "sexy evil lady" (not that thats not a fun character type but just not for Malyssa I think)

anyway I know the book was just a silly thing written to promote a fighting game about giant dinosaurs so I dont hold it to being like the most amazing piece of literature ever written. It would have had to have been a lot longer to touch on all the characters lore (and honestly thinking of it now if we had instead gotten a series of books each focusing on the individual characters with a slowly intertwining story would have been amazing!!) at the end of the day I had fun reading it! But did just want to whinge a bit about the characters (because I love them a lot hhh)

#zuka rambles #primal rage #me rambling about shit no one will read haha #but wanted to put down my thoughts anyway #maybe someone will read and gain some interest in the characters or lore tho #thats my hope #cause I think its great #and would love more people to be interested in it

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forbiddcnsirvn · 1 year

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DEVILSERPENT: Today, we celebrated another year of our marriage. How impressive is that? Another whole year was spent with you and our children. You are the reason why I'm still here today; because you were fucking strong enough to get us here, Cy, to rebuild our lives with each and every new experience. But most importantly, you inspired me to do so much more than just survive, or be someone else’s puppet. You inspired me to fight for what I believed in. To get through the shittiest hell possible, laden with blood and filth and lies and all the things that a normal pair, I believe, don’t always have to go through, but if anything it only makes me think of how special our bond is. How I could never see myself with anyone but the same person who has gone through thick and thin with me.

When it came to raising our children, we knew that by having each other around, they wouldn't feel the weight of being alone. Your courage for our kids is something I'll never stop being grateful for. They adore you and I love you more than anything in life. This is why your hard work pays off, we both get to spend time with one another and make sure they're happy and content. With every second that goes by, I realize how much more precious this really is. I strive for better every day as if it were my last, it's a promise I made to myself when we were together and nothing else mattered but us. As long as we have one another, nothing else can matter-after all, looking back doesn't do any good if you don't enjoy what's in front of you at the moment. You always knew how to make me believe in us againm\ even when we were fighting against an unbeatable foe. And now, we're getting better at believing back in each other.

We were such a mess before we got married, and we still are. And I’ve never been more thankful for that. I don't think sunshine and rainbows are made for people like us, but that's just how I like it, every bloodshed, every stupid fight that we had, it only makes me think of how passionate we are for each other. How we would rather die than live without knowing that you are there for us no matter what. That if I have to, I'd be willing to give up everything to come home to you and see the smile on your face, that little dopey grin that you have when you open your eyes, even when you have to deal with your sickness. We don't need anything more, you know? Not even a perfect wedding ring, or a million dollars in cash. All we want right now is to find out how to keep living. That's where my hope lies, my faith, where my future belongs. In you. And my children, of course. I'm happy, Cyrek, I want you to know that despite my many flaws, my fears, and my doubts, I am happier than ever before. And I couldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't trade what I have with you for anything else in this world. You're everything I've ever wanted; everything I've ever dreamed about. And now I have it with you all to myself. Forever.

I love you, and nothing in this world will change that. And I know for a fact you love me too. There's no one else I would rather marry, there's no place that I would rather be with you, there's no one else I would rather grow old with. Everything's alright, Cy. Even we get stuck in bed forever. It doesn't matter, as long as you're here with me. The rest of my days, my life, are yours to thread along with.

@nxnbinarydracvla

#&& SOCIAL MEDIA.#this is backdated btw but i cannot add the tag bc #it messes up my whole post somehow ajsd i copy pasted this because i had been working on it for a while #but these two <333 so glad they are able to celebrate another year #love them and here's hoping we can have more!!#&& QUEUE

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michaelbogild · 3 years

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75 motivational quotes (not written by me)

1. When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us. 2. You can either experience the pain of discipline or the pain of regret. The choice is yours. 3. Your passion is waiting for your courage to catch up. 4. Magic is believing in yourself. If you can make that happen, you can make anything happen. 5. If something is important enough, even if the odds are stacked against you, you should still do it. 6. People who wonder if the glass is half empty or full miss the point. The glass is refillable. 7. Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits. 8. Invest in your dreams. Grind now. Shine later. 9. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. 10. If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced. 11. How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. 12. Great things are done by a series of small things brought together 13. Very often, a change of self is needed more than a change of scene. 14. It’s not the load that breaks you down, it’s the way you carry it. 15. If you believe it’ll work out, you’ll see opportunities. If you don’t believe it’ll work out, you’ll see obstacles. 16. Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart. 17. Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway. 18. At any given moment you have the power to say: this is not how the story is going to end. 19. Don’t limit your challenges. Challenge your limits. 20. Whenever you find yourself doubting how far you can go, just remember how far you have come. 21. In the middle of every difficulty lies opportunity 22. Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can. 23. Dreams don’t work unless you do. 24. Go the extra mile. It’s never crowded there. 25. Would you like me to give you a formula for success? It’s quite simple, really: Double your rate of failure. You are thinking of failure as the enemy of success. But it isn’t at all. You can be discouraged by failure or you can learn from it, so go ahead and make mistakes. Make all you can. Because remember that’s where you will find success. 26. If you want to fly give up everything that weighs you down 27. Focus on being productive instead of busy. 28. When someone says you can’t do it, do it twice and take pictures. 29. I didn’t get there by wishing for it, but by working for it. 30. You’re so much stronger than your excuses 31. I choose to make the rest of my life, the best of my life. 32. If you don’t get out of the box you’ve been raised in, you won’t understand how much bigger the world is. 33. Twenty years from now you’ll be more disappointed by the things you did not do than the ones you did. 34. Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself. 35. A winner is a dreamer who never gives up. 36. The only thing standing in the way between you and your goal is the BS story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it. 37. The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. 38. Nothing is stronger than a broken man rebuilding himself. 39. It’s not what happens to you but how you react to it that matters. 40. The best way to predict your future is to create it. 41. A diamond is merely a lump of coal that did well under pressure. 42. You could rattle the stars,” she whispered. “You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most. 43. Remember, you have been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn’t worked. Try approving of yourself and see what happens. 44. Practice makes progress not perfect. 45. Quitters never win. Winners never quit! 46. Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything. 47. We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. 48. The secret of change is to focus all your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new. 49. If you talk about it, it’s a dream. If you envision it, it’s possible. If you schedule it, it’s real. 50. The key to success is to start before you are ready. 51. Stop being afraid of what could go wrong, and start being excited about what could go right. 52. Defeat is a state of mind; no one is ever defeated until defeat is accepted as a reality. 53. Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. 54. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default. 55. Success is going from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm 56. Why do we grieve failures longer than we celebrate wins? 57. Failure isn’t the end of the road. It’s a big red flag saying to you ‘Wrong way. Turn around. 58. Whenever you feel like a failure, just remember that even Coca Cola only sold 25 bottles their first year 59. Take the risk or lose the chance. 60. Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it. 61. Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does. 62. If you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room. 63. If it doesn’t challenge you, it doesn’t change you. 64. The best thing you can do is MASTER the chaos in you. You are not thrown into the fire, you ARE the fire. 65. Flowers grow back even after the harshest winters. You will too. 66. Do something today that your future self will thank you for.

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paintedlady-bluespirit · 2 years

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I don’t know about you but the fact that bryke couldn’t even allow zuko and katara to be FRIENDS post-atla (because their wish-fulfilment ship was so obviously threatened by zk’s chemistry and just the potential of ANY relationship/dynamic they may have had) only BENEFITS my interpretation of ‘canon’ zutara lol

If, indeed, there were only ever friendly feelings between the two, you would think that they’d have been pretty close in their adult years considering all that they’d been through together by that point, no? I mean, they’d clearly become each other’s confidant by the end of the war, and the final agni kai would have only further solidified that bond (zuko nearly DIED for her ffs!!), it makes absolutely no sense why they wouldn’t, at the very least, have remained great friends and stayed in fairly regular contact, especially given their duties and how often they’d have seen each other at international events (that is, had katara been allowed to attend)…

Therefore, the only logical conclusion? they were mutually pining for one another after the war, but neither knew how the other felt, nor would they dare to do anything about their feelings - not only because they believed that they were alone in feeling them, but also because, at a time of still fairly fragile peace (zuko nearly had a civil war on his hands for crying out loud), they knew that they just couldn’t take the risk; aang’s reaction, let alone the reactions of their respective nations, would have likely caused an international incident with catastrophic consequences for all involved (although he’d probably have to find another dues ex machina rock to open up that chakra since he never did learn how to let go of his “worldly attachments”, but if he was pissed off enough, even if he couldn’t control the avatar state, I’m sure he’d at least manage to enter it, and I doubt katara would be able to calm him down this time)… ultimately, they believed that their responsibilities came first; zuko as firelord, and katara as a SWT ambassador fighting for her people, for reparations, and to restore balance to the world (or sadly, so she’d hoped before she’d agreed to give aang children; she promptly had three (third time’s the charm!), and was left behind in the SWT to raise two of them by herself whilst the avatar focussed on favouring his only air-bending child and rebuilding his nation without her since she’d already done her part)…

And so, they both settled for their largely incompatible childhood romances, individually making the choice to distance themselves from each other for the greater good… until, one day, many moons later, when they’re both old and grey and their children have all long since grown up, they find themselves alone together in the same room for the first time in years, and they talk, just talk, catching up for hours as agni chases yue until he is once again high in the sky, and eventually, they have the same gut-wrenching and heartbreaking realisation: all that could have been. Through their tears, they reach for each other, allowing those long dormant feelings to resurface, the embers of their passion, never truly extinguished, become flames once more, and even though they wouldn’t give their kids up for anything, they still mourn for the time they never got to share, and decide to not let anymore go to waste…

Anyways, please excuse my rambling, this is kind of a mess but I just fucking LIVE for the angst that is afforded by the star-crossed lovers trope… the absolute tragedy but also beauty of finding each other later in life, and finally coming home…

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little-diable · 3 years

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Greasy Hands - Spencer Reid (smut)

Written by @playboysbunny and little-diable (that’s me - in case you were wondering). Thank you for writing the fluff and letting me have my fun with the smutty part. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: a soft drabble about a broken down car, a confused Spencer and some lovemaking in a garage

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“You don’t understand,” she complained, “my dad used to fix everything! Dishwashers, washing machines, radios - anything that broke, my dad could fix!”

Spencer nodded, trying to calm her.

“I just don’t see the issue in sending it to the mechanic.”

She threw her arms in the air, releasing a frustrated sigh.

“It just doesn’t feel right!”

Spencer let her emotions settle. (Y/n) paced her apartment, back and forth, his eyes watching her from his leather reading chair in the corner. He kept his eyes on her with a patient expression, as she slowed eventually she stopped in front of the window. (Y/n) held a hand at her jaw as she watched the sunset; she didn’t want to admit what Spencer clearly already knew.

He didn’t push her, waiting for (y/n) to come to her own conclusion. She spoke in a whisper without turning to him.

“It just feels like he’s really gone,” she said. “He’s not here to fix my car and now it’s real. He’s really gone.”

(Y/n) didn’t cry as she had through the months. Her father had passed in the fall and the green of the trees now brought her some sort of hope and solace; things would get better. It wasn’t the changing of the seasons that brought her peace, though. No, that was Spencer.

She turned to him then and sighed, his expression was understanding and sympathetic.

“We’ll figure something out,” Spencer said, getting up from his chair. He walked across the room and took her in his arms, placing his chin on the top of (y/n)’s head.

They spent the evening together, since she was lucky enough to have him home for a rare occasion. He unfolded the team’s latest case for her over a bottle of red wine, sparing the gorey details, but giving them to her bit by bit as she begged for them. They made dinner together, danced to music she liked, but Spencer detested, but he went along with it anyway, spinning her around the kitchen and reciting all the words to her as he memorized them instantaneously.

Over dinner, she told him the downfall of her day; on the way home from work, her car suddenly started overheating and she ended up in a strange neighborhood she’d never ventured into before. It was an industrial area without a lot of foot traffic. Every window had a set of accompanying bars. (Y/n) felt oddly isolated and out of place. She was uncomfortable and nervous and then she had to walk away from her car to get a signal to call a tow truck.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Spencer scolded her from across the table. “If something had happened to you…” he couldn’t finish the thought.

“What choice did I have?” (Y/n) countered. “Should I have stayed there and waited for you to come and rescue me?”

“I would have,” he replied. “I will always find you.”

He looked at her over the candlelight, his eyes glistening with truth. His words filled her with exultant joy.

They went to bed together, finally reuniting after weeks apart. Spencer fell asleep quickly, exhausted from the case he’d just returned from. He held her in his arms as she drifted off to sleep.

(Y/n) woke up alone and felt the coldness of his absence, frantically searching for a note; he’d always leave a note if he was called to a case and she was still asleep. She patted her hands around in the dim morning light, finding nothing.

She launched herself out of the bed and threw on whatever she could find. (Y/n) ran into the living room in his boxers and his button down from the night before.

“Spencer?”

The hollow echo of the empty apartment made her heart drop. She scanned the room quickly, looking for him. His go-bag was still sitting by the door, his keys and badge on the table beside it. A cup of cold coffee was resting there too, under the faint light from the floor lamp that Spencer had left on. In his leather armchair, there was a thick book she hadn’t seen before.

(Y/n) picked it up and read the cover aloud. “Haynes Repair Manual based on a complete teardown and rebuild?”

It was for her 1969 Chevrolet Camaro, though she was positive she didn’t own the manual. Why would she? She had no idea how to fix anything.

(Y/n) grabbed the only pair of shoes she had left at the door - an old pair of tall, yellow, rubber rain boots - and ran into the hallway of her apartment building. She rushed down the stairs with the manual still in-hand. (Y/n) ran out to the back alley, where her car and others were in a long string of garages; of course, her garage door was already open.

“Damn!” Spencer yelled, clattering around under her car.

The hood was propped up and the car was up on jackstands. Spencer’s legs dangled out from underneath and tools and parts were scattered about the garage floor.

“Where did you get all this?” (Y/n) shouted.

Spencer rolled out from under the car and propped himself up on his elbow. He was in ratty blue jeans she’d never seen before and a plain white t-shirt. He was covered with splotches of black grease like a child that had been dabbling in finger paints.

“All of what?” he said, incredulously.

(Y/n) waved the manual in the air above her head.

“Spencer!” she laughed, “What are you doing?”

He stood up then, tossing the bolts he held in his hand to the floor. He ran a hand through his messy hair, stopping to pull on the roots.

“You need your car fixed and that’s what I’m going to do! It shouldn’t be this hard, really,” he huffed. “It’s simple mechanics and mathematics, you’d think someone with a Ph.D in both would be able to do it!”

He continued rambling on, kicking the bolts he had scattered, waving his hands as he struggled to explain to her how his brain and his hands seemed to have a disconnect. Spencer carried on like that for a while and she knew best to let him have his soliloquies. But (y/n) didn’t miss a single drop of sweat that ran down his slightly heated skin.

She couldn’t help but stare, forcing herself to stay calm, trying to drown out the needy longing for her man.

There was something about the way the frustration spurred him on that made her lose her focus. His intensity and passion had (y/n) biting her lip in anticipation. She couldn’t control the feeling that arose in the pit of her stomach.

He moved back to the car and attempted to refocus himself, reciting the steps of the manual he had memorized as he got back to work. How easy - she thought - it would be to let him bend her over the car, to allow Spencer to run his oil covered hands all over her body.

“You’re staring.”

The change in Spencer’s tone recaptured her attention, though he didn’t lift his head to make his remark; his eyes were focused on his task, his expression strained from stopping his smirk from spreading.

For a profiler, Spencer had never been very aware of her advances, to the sly glances she’d cast his direction. But now - with her thighs pressed together, her teeth pierced into her lower lip, the soft humming that she trilled while she was lost in her fantasies of him - he knew all about the heat that took over her senses.

He didn’t need to be a genius to understand her, to know the arousal that was dripping from her folds, about the way her nipples were beginning to harden, uncomfortably rubbing against the material of his button down shirt hung over her body.

She stumbled over her words, nervously pulling a strand of hair behind her ear.

A small “sorry” left her slightly parted lips, coaxing a chuckle out of him. Spencer rose from his kneeling position, hand reaching for hers, pulling (y/n) in for a messy kiss, tongues meeting, teeth clashing - clearly projecting the lust that kept them both distracted.

He pulled her in close, resting himself on the side of the car.

“Maybe I should get cleaned up first,” Spencer said, putting some distance between them, very well knowing that he’d lose control soon.

But the pleading whine that escaped her held him frozen and gaping as she fell to her knees in front of him, reaching for his belt loops. He braced himself on the car behind him. His usually busy psyche suddenly emptied, thoughts instantly leaving his mind as his tongue wet his lips, enjoying the feeling of her warm hands on his clothed bulge as she rubbed him through the fabric.

“Somebody's excited,” (y/n) teased.

He turned down to her, a wide smile on his pretty face, his eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Slowly - teasingly - she undid his trousers, kissing up his thighs as she toyed with the elastics of his boxers. Her touches burned on his skin, pushing the genius into a dangerous headstate; the blood was quickly rushing down to his hard cock.

He couldn’t remember his own name, and best yet, he didn’t care.

As her hands grasped his length, Spencer gasped her name - relieved to finally feel her soft skin pressed against his sensitive one. (Y/n)’s thumb circled his tip, smearing the drops of precum that bearded his skin. She couldn’t help but have a taste, lips parted, allowing him to thrust forward, cock disappearing down her throat.

Every moan that left her vibrated on his skin, pushing him closer to his release - but it was much too soon for Spencer's liking. He wanted to fill her up, claiming her, his lover, in the most sinful way, with his seed spilling out of her as she’d cry out for him.

“(Y/n), I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll-” he moaned, she cut his rambling short as she added more pressure to her movements.

She couldn’t deny the effect his words had on her. (Y/n) loved to hear his dirty talk and the promises he’d make as waves of euphoria would clash upon him.

It was no secret that he was close, tightening his grip on her hair, unevenly panting her name. She was eager to push him over the edge - oh, so eager to please him - but he pushed her away before he could reach his peak.

A few moments of silence engulfed them both, the only sound echoing through the air came from the heavy breaths spilling from his lips as he tried to calm himself.

As if he had heard her thoughts, he reached down, yanked her up by her biceps and turned (y/n) so that she could rest where he had been on the side of the car. His hungry lips grazed her neck, leaving wet trails on her skin as he snapped the hood of the car down with a forceful crash.

Wordlessly she positioned herself for him, ripping the boxers she had thrown on down her legs, exposing her glistening wetness to his wide eyes. She leaned back as he lifted her onto the car’s hood.

(Y/n) pledged to take him on a wild ride as she’d beg for her release.

Spencer took in every word, “let me taste you first. I bet you made quite a mess, didn’t you?”

Two fingers of his ran through her slit, spreading her slick on her folds, on her clit. She was addicted to his touch, completely at his mercy.

(Y/n) was putty in his hands, would do anything he’d asked of her if it meant that she could cum on his fingers. He enjoyed watching her moan for him - she was begging for more, so lost in the fantasy that her words became nonsense.

As he pushed his fingers into her, pumping them in and out of her tightness, her head fell back against the hood as she arched herself off the metal. She was so close, too close, plagued with the wish that this moment and feeling would last forever.

“Feels so good Spence’,” she cried, slurring his name, eyes squeezed shut, her breaths falling short.

Though just as she wanted to let go, he stopped, smirking at her with the special glint in his eyes. He was toying with her, using her body for his pleasure. Watching her beg for him turned him into a touch-starved, hungry man.

��I will fuck you so good, you won’t remember your own name,” Spencer moaned.

His words sounded more like a command than a promise, cock ready to rip her in half, to fuck her till she’d cry heavy tears of pleasure.

Her lips met his in a rather passionate way, tongues fighting, teasing one another, distracting her from the feeling of his cock pressed against her entrance. As their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible, she called out his name, pulling him close, holding onto him for dear life.

Spencer kept his gaze focused on her heat, watching his length split her in half, glistening with her arousal clinging to his skin. She was losing herself in waves of pleasures, slowly forgetting about the world outside, only caring about their love and the pleasure that ran through their bodies.

His pace was ruthless, bruising, keeping her lungs from letting any air flood through them. She was too distracted by the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of her. Sounds of praises left them both as they felt themselves climbing higher and higher, ready to reach their peaks.

“I’m so close.”

Her words didn’t get a reply. He was focused on making her cum, adding more pressure to the speed of his thrusts as her body moved against the hood. Sweat dripped down her skin, pooling on the small of (y/n)’s back. Their lips connected once again all while she tumbled over the edge, fingernails piercing into his shoulders, as she cried out his name.

The way she looked - sweaty, hair in tangles, makeup smudged - pushed him into the arms of his own orgasm. His release spilled out of him, painting her walls white, claiming (y/n) as his.

She laid her head down and let her body collapse onto the hood of the car as he bent himself over her to rest. Forehead to forehead, they gazed into each other’s eyes as they struggled to catch their breaths. They both shared sloppy, quick kisses and murmurs of “I love you’s” as they laughed breathlessly together in the afterglow.

Spencer pushed himself off the car and straightened his pants again before handing her the boxers she’d stolen. She hopped off the hood and redressed herself as they heard nearing footsteps.

”Hey, pretty boy,” Derek chanted, announcing himself before he walked through the wide open door of the garage.

(Y/n) covered her mouth to hide her wide smile, admired Spencer as he struggled to keep himself composed.

“Hey, Derek, thanks for coming,” Spencer answered, still struggling to breathe evenly.

“(Y/n), you can go back to bed and rest easy little girl,” Derek laughed. “I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Derek’s taunt was entirely directed at the difficulties Spencer faced with fixing her car, but she couldn’t let the moment pass.

She smiled brightly in Derek’s direction as she walked past him on her way out of the garage, “Oh, Dr. Reid has already taken care of me, Derek. Don’t you worry.”

(Y/n) heard Spencer laugh as she sauntered off. She imagined the look on Derek’s face as the realization hit, but she didn’t look back to see it.

“Pretty boy!” Derek yelled in surprise.

She basked in the sound of Spencer’s laughter.

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okarawrites · 3 years

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Can I get both a SFW and NSFW alphabet for Future Trunks???

Thank you for aiding my obsession.

Of course! Here is the SFW and i'll get working on the nsfw one asap!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He isn't the most touchy person in public, but he also isn't afraid to wrap his arms around you when you two are alone. He tends to just go with what you're comfortable with.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's loyal AF! He will defend you to the end. The friendship would probably start after you help him out in a fight or help him to gather supplies.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to hold your head under his chin. The man has spent his whole life in fear of losing those he loves to you bet he's going to hold you like you're the most precious thing on earth.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This man doesn't have enough time for cooking and cleaning. It's a daily fight for survival so settling down isn't something he plans, but he hopes that it could happen one day.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd be as kind as possible. He'd feel awful about it, but he would let you down gently.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, his worlds in a bit of a rut. But he dreams of a rebuild society were he could make an honest guy/gal/non-binary pal out of you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's gentle at heart, but he's had to harden over the years. But in the right setting he will show his gentle nature.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves a hug, but as said before isn't much into pda's. Though he will always offer a hug to those who need it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while. He's scared of getting attached to people as he's already lost so much. So he'll try and convince himself that he isn't in love for a long time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He hates to admit it, but he often feels a pang of jealousy. I think he definitely felt it a bit when he travelled to the past. To see a version of himself who had both his mother and father definitely stirred some unwanted emotions.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They're passionate. Every kiss is like the last. He takes nothing for granted so he'll be intense and take your breath away.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's great with kids! They love him and his friendly and protective way. He always seems to soothe them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's an early riser so he's normally up before you, but he'll always give you a kiss before he head out.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He's usually very tired at the end of the day, so expect a lot of laying together talking about your hopes and dreams.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He'll reveal things slowly. Not necessarily because he's secretive, but he want to know about you more than anything.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's quite patient and understanding. Only really angry if someone hurts someone he loves.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every detail about you and will often surprise you by referencing little details you once said.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Any time when he can make you smile.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Extremely protective! He will lay down his life for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He doesn't have access to a lot, but he will always be thoughtful and try his best.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He gets in his own head a lot. End up blaming himself for things that he couldn't have prevented.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He's not overly concerned, but definitely knows what works on him. The man was raised by Bulma after all!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, you're one of the few people he still has. He couldn't risk losing you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has a major sweet tooth and gets super excited when he finds any canned fruit, though he will always make sure you have some too.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He absolutely hates recklessness. It stresses him tf out!

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He's a very light sleeper so wakes in the night often

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hauntedbythefanficsofmypast · 4 years

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Goodbye Paris: The Class's View

This is set for after Marinette graduates early, and right after Hawkmoth's defeat.

When Marinette left the class for good many were happy that another 'bully' was gone. They celebrated even more when Hawkmoth was defeated though they made sure to comfort a despondent Adrien. In fact the class didn't think about her much until Bustier asked how their funding for the end of the year trip was going.

Everyone was just confused asking her what she meant. Bustier mentioned that they should have been raising money for their trip. Since Marinette was gone it fell on the rest of the class. Lila spinned a story claiming that Marinette purposely dropped out half way through the year to screw up their trip. Bustier tries to mention that Marinette hadn't dropped out but the class is already on its tyrant of Marinette being terrible. She simply sighs and drafts up an email explaining to Damocles that her class will not be going on the trip.

The class is terribly upset as they scramble trying to make up enough money to at least do something together as a class. Adrien pulls out some of the money he has from selling his father's company and helps pay for them to go to Disney Paris.

As crime begins to rise Adrien reveals himself as Chat Noir, hoping that with the help of Paris he'll convince Ladybug to give his Miraculous back. He is happy that Paris rallies around him, however it backfires on him when Ladybug announces she is leaving Paris for good.

When the class confronted Lila about her best friend, Lila burst into tears. Leaning against Adrien forcing him to fake comfort her. She spins a tail that Ladybug, 'real name Megra' went off on her a while back for getting akumatized. She claims that 'Megra' insulted her telling her that she was done being friends with a 'disabled' person. Everyone but Adrien believes her, this causes Alya to start tearing apart Ladybug on her blog.

Soon all of Paris is looking for this 'Megra'. When the trip comes up everyone is sad that they aren't leaving the country like other classes. Once they get back Lila starts crying saying that this was all Marinette's fault. This causes the class to get angry. And Alya decides to head over to Tom and Sabine's and give Marinette a piece of their mind.

When they arrive they notice a limo out front this causes them to stop and stare. They watch as Jagged Stone gets out greeting Marinette with a tight hug as the driver takes her bag. She then gets into the limo with him leaving before the class can make it over. When Lila sees Sabine and Tom she quickly asks what is going on, playing the worried classmate card. Sabine tells them that Marinette has moved out to an apartment close to her college.

Lila frowns starring after the limo hiding her anger. Before saying that Marinette must have tricked poor Jagged in some way and then stating that Marinette couldn't get into college because she dropped out of school.

The class comforts Tom and Sabine, both of whom tell them they are sad that their daughter turned into the woman they just watched leave. Lila smirks before smiling gently at the parents and telling them that she'll be there if they ever need help.

Over the next couple years the only time they hear of Marinette is when Juleka is complaining over her brother still being friends with her.

Lila cons Adrien into dating her after she convinces their former classmates to help push them together. Adrien agrees and starts dating her wanting to keep the peace between his friends. Meanwhile the others all have jobs in the field of their passion but they are extremely low level. Adrien and Lila are still modeling. Nino only djs for kids parties and school dances. Alya is working in journalism but rarely gets to write her own articles, and so on.

When Gotham is destroyed Lila is quick to cry out that she hopes the Wayne family is okay. Claiming that she's known them all since she was young. In fact she drops out of contact for six months only to come back claiming she found a way into Gotham. She tells them she was helping the poor Wayne family and Gotham rebuild.

The former classmates gather together excited to watch Bruce's opening speech. Lila and Adrien couldn't make it. The class is shocked when they see Marinette standing behind Bruce. Her head resting on the youngest Wayne's shoulder with her right arm around his waist and her left hand placed on the center of his chest, with his left arm wrapped around her waist. The class blows up when instead of mentioning Lila, Bruce thanks Marinette for all she did helping rebuild Gotham. No one knows what to think, Marinette was there with them on tv. She was live proof that she had been in Gotham the entire time. Meanwhile Lila had no proof, the former class was in shock.

Everyone attempts to reach Marinette to talk to her but they all fail. No one can get through to her, Tom and Sabine have no contact. Chloe wont even acknowledge them and when Juleka tried to guilt her brother it ended with him cutting off all contact with her. Telling her he was ashamed of how she'd been acting and that even now she won't take no for an answer.

Soon after they begin to separate themselves from both Lila and Adrien spending less and less time with the two. Until they didn't even text anymore, Adrien is isolated with only Lila causing her to gain more control over him. A few months later they become Lila and Adrien Agreste, he hates it but she makes the best out of the grave he dug himself.

Neither of them know about Marinette marrying Damian Wayne. They don't hear about her until a few years later. Both of them are in America for a photoshoot and a fellow model manages to get them both tickets to the Wayne family's gala.

When they arrive Lila is upset that only a few photographers want pictures of them. She is struggling not to glare as they enter the ballroom at Wayne Manor. The two mingle with other models, Adrien enjoys talking to other people. While Lila keeps a death grip on his arm, talking and giggling with other models.

They are both surprised when they hear Marinette call out to Selina. The two watch her enter the ballroom escorted by Damian, walking behind them were two twins that's only difference was their gender. Both of them are shocked when one of the model exclaims excitedly about her boss Mrs. Wayne finally arrives with her darling twins no less. The small families outfits are elegant and beautiful, each one screaming one of a kind.

The two spend the entire night attempting to get closer to the couple. Both fail spectacularly, someone always coming between them.

Halfway through the night Bruce calls attention to him and Selina, before telling everyone that the Wayne family had a few announcements. He announces that he is handing Wayne Enterprises over to Tim and Damian completely, and that he is signing Wayne Manor over to Marinette and Damian. Richard steps up with Commissioner Gordon and Barbara by his side and the Commissioner announces that he is officially stepping down and naming Dick the next Commissioner. The ballroom bursts into whispers when Marinette and Damian and Damian stand up, causing the others to give them confused looks. They share a loving look before Marinette announces to everyone their own news.

Marinette- First I want to say congratulations to my oldest brother Richard. I have no doubt you'll make a fine Commissioner. I wanted this to be a surprise so only Damian, twins and I know this, but we have an announcement of our own. Come late December the Wayne family will have two more additions, our daughters Gina Gray and Byrce Catherine Wayne!

This causes the room to burst into cheers everyone quick to congratulate the family on their newest additions. It isn't till the end of the night that Adrien manages to talk to Marinette. Before he can say anything though he notices the familiar ring on Marinette's hand. He mutters out My Lady, something he hasn't said in years. Marinette sighs, shaking her head looking at him sadly.

Marinette- You could've been so much more Chaton. So much more, now if you'll excuse me. I don't want to talk with you. My goodbye to Paris was final. There are only six people from Paris that I still want to see, you're not one of them.

Marinette turns to walk away but Adrien quickly grabs her wrist holding on tightly. He tells her that they need to talk and that she owes that to him. He is surprised when not just Damian comes to her defense but all his siblings. He looks past them trying to get Marinette to listen to reason but she isn't even acknowledging him. She is comforting her twins who are hugging her tightly glaring at Adrien through tears.

That's the last time Adrien saw her in person after he got thrown out with Lila. Both banned from any Wayne galas or functions.

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cmyknoise · 3 years

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i actually think this is leading toward positive character development for tommy. while i adore his time with technoblade, i will say that it seems to be a pattern that the people tommy allies with always rub off on him, and he realizes that he doesn’t want to be like them or be how they want him to be.

when he was with wilbur, he went along with all his plans, wilbur taught him to fight with words not aggression (as much anyway). in pogtopia he was taught to be a little reckless again, and he gave wilbur a lot, and i mean a whole lot of leeway, and he let wilbur push him around, tell him what to do, and he believed in him. he broke out of this though, realizing he has fire, and he can take the good things he’s learned from wilbur, but ignore the other things, and that way fight in his own way.

when he was exiled and under dream, well, a whole lot happened. to put it simply, dream wanted to take away that fire and make tommy complacent. it nearly worked. but it just takes a spark with tommy, which is something i find really neat about his character- it just takes a spark and he’s that fire again. he left with more fire and passion than ever before- but, i will say dream did teach him caution, although unintentionally. tommy started thinking through his actions more, started thinking before doing. he learned caution and to not run into things head first, and to not always trust what he hears.

when he worked with techno, and let me say first right here right now i am very :( that this didn’t end up with some SBI stuff to end off this arc, at least not yet, but anyway when he worked with techno, techno helped tommy break away from the rest of the bonds dream had on him, but i think this came with a price. tommy started doing things, letting things slip he’d never do before. their ‘minor acts’ weren’t minor. he kidnapped, tortured, killed, he got violent and angry and mad. techno taught him that it was okay to be mad at l’manburg, that he doesnt have to forgive them. which this is good, but at the same time, this wasn’t tommy. he didn’t want to destroy l’manburg like techno- he wants his discs, because according to him, maybe that would lead to peace, to stop dream and other forces from causing more problems. techno added fuel to the fire, but sometimes fire can run too hot, it can suffocate itself from oxygen and fizzle out.

it was there in the ruins of the community house, the argument with tubbo, that he realized this. he stopped himself before he extinguished himself. he got caught up in the discs, much more than he ever has before. he was mad at tubbo, the exile, what people had done to him, rightfully so. he let this anger take over- he was angry at the world but he funneled it to tubbo, and he said words, that in an instant made him realize. he said the discs meant more to him than tubbo ever had. but that was false, and he knew it was and instantly he realized this.

in that instant he realized that he doesn’t value his discs over l’manburg, and especially not tubbo, and that’s why he told tubbo to give the disc to dream. you can hear/see tubbo hesitate too- he didn’t want to, watching as tommy’s burning anger turned to regret, and yet he insisted. he did something i dont think anyone would’ve expected, and that was let dream get both discs- willingly. he put tubbo and l’manburg, and his friendship with tubbo over the discs. dream laughed, calling tubbo stupid.

see, what i’ve noticed is that, out of all the influences in tommy’s life, he and tubbo are the only ones where they sort of balance each other out. tubbo i think, is the only person where tommy has truly just, existed around. all those times on the bench, before the disc wars. tommy is right, this all started with them and the discs, but before the discs it was just them. what dream doesn’t realize is that, i think, in that moment, he lost.

the discs don’t hold power over tommy anymore, he cares probably, sure, but not enough to risk the lives of his friends. l’manburg isn’t just a country, its the people, its the beliefs, its the passion. on a bench once, they promised each other, that no matter what happens to l’manburg, if its destroyed or if anything happens to it, that they stick together.

so long as tommy and tubbo are friends and keep fighting, so long as anyone keeps fighting, l’manburg wont be destroyed. they can rebuild, they can move. ranboo is right, its just land and houses and buildings. l’manburg is their freedom, their symbol, their friendship. l’manburg is what gave everyone else the ability to create their own countries and homes. so long as people remember the anthem, what they’re fighting for, that they’re fighting for each other against dream and his ideals, then that’s all that matters.

l’manburg never dies.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #tubbo #technoblade #ranboo #yeah what tommy did to techno was shitty #and i think that he should've at least given the axe back #and i see that techno is right he has been transparent since the beginning #but it has been super obvious that tommy's discs have been a sort of side quest for him #he wasnt concerned about them #like at all #he'd just help tommy get them that was the plan #but tommy has been clear and upfront about his intentions too #he always has really #his main ones anyway #and i think that tommy joining with tubbo is the best thing for his character #because tommy keeps stating he doesn't want to be a villain or like wilbur #he doesn't want to be a hero #he wants to be himself #he's always just wanted to be himself and have his things and have peace and freedom #something that is ripped from him at every opportunity #and he realized this and decided that techno being proud of him didn't matter #because he wasn't proud of himself and what he'd done #if he's going to die he's going to die fighting for something he believes in #truly #and i think that this is such good growth on his character #and don't get me wrong i adore technoblade but tommy man....

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dindjarindiaries · 4 years

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Mandoctober - October 1: Mandalorian

summary: While spending a relaxing evening together, Din tells you stories of his people and the culture of the Mandalorians.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: pure fluff y’all (and possibly a little bit of canon divergence), happy mandoctober!

rating: T

word count: 1.194k

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october 1: mandalorian

You don’t always get moments like these, dropped out of hyperspace and resting somewhere remote and safe at your riduur’s side. The baby’s sleeping peacefully on the ship while you and Din share your own makeshift bed on the ground beside it, looking up at the night sky together through a clearing in the surrounding wood. Din’s comfortable enough in this private space to rest without his armor and his helmet, leaving all of it in the ship as he lets you rest your head on his tunic-covered chest. His hand runs gently over your head as yours plays with the charm around his neck, the lines of the Mythosaur rolling over the pad of your thumb.

You shift your gaze from the night sky to the necklace in your hand, looking over the figure of the Mythosaur with wide eyes. You see Din’s still focused on the sky, his dark gaze reflecting the stars as they reveal all the warmth and peace he feels here with you. It makes you bite back a smile as you look back to the necklace.

“Din?” you whisper, regretful to break the peaceful silence but needing to feed your curiosity—and your desire to hear his voice.

“Yeah, cyar’ika?” Din responds, his own rasp light as you feel his gaze shift to you.

You turn the Mythosaur over in your hand, biting back a smile before you continue. “I want to hear about your people.”

“My people?” Din chuckles slightly as he runs his hand over your head again. “What about them?”

You shrug. “Anything.” You look up to meet his gaze, soaking in its warmth as you press a kiss to the Mythosaur in your hand. “Please?”

Din sighs lightly, easing your head back onto his chest as he moves his hand to your back. “Sure.” You smile with content, staring back up at the stars and waiting for the rumble of his baritone in his chest as he goes on. “I... didn’t know much about the Mandalorians when I was growing up. We weren’t used to any kind of action. That’s why that day took us by surprise.”

You grimace slightly at his words, entwining your free hand with his and giving it a squeeze.

“My mentor, the one who saved me, he filled me in. I could just… truly tell how much he loved Mandalore and its culture. It made me want to be the same way. So, I had him tell me new stories, every night—up until I was of age and no longer under his care.”

“What was your favorite story?” You’re smiling again, running one thumb over the back of Din’s hand and the other over the Mythosaur.

“My favorite? Oh, cyare… it’s been a long time.”

“I know you remember.” Your tone is teasing, and when you look up to face Din again, you see him biting back a smile up at the stars.

“The rebuilding of Mandalore.” Din’s voice is full of wonder as he speaks, making your smile impossible to remove as you listen to him speak about his people with such reverence. “I… well, I always thought it was incredible to hear about how the Mandalorians rebuilt their home after its devastation. They adapted and made the changes they needed to and it just makes… it makes me feel—.”

“Proud?”

Din nods and brushes his hand over your back. “Yeah. Proud.”

“I understand why.” You’re both silent for a moment, with you thinking on Din’s words while he waits for you to prompt him with something new. “The Mandalorians never made you feel like an outcast because you were a foundling, did they?”

“Never.” Din provides the answer quickly and with passion. “They always made me feel like one of their own.” He takes a gentle breath, and when you hear his head rustle around, you lift your own head to follow his gaze that points towards the Crest. “The foundlings are the future,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s saying it to himself. “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way,” you repeat after him, still keeping your soft tone as you smile at him. Din looks back to you and you just about melt at how warm and affectionate his gaze is. He gently encourages you to sit up with him, pressing his forehead to yours in a Keldabe kiss as soon as he’s able to. He takes both your hands between his as he smiles at you.

“You know what one of my very favorite things is about my culture?” Din questions, his voice as light as air and nearly breaking on a few words thanks to his rasp.

“What?” You use his same tone, unable to stop smiling as he gives your hands a squeeze.

“The importance of family.” Din closes his eyes, still smiling to himself as he brushes his nose against yours. “Your clan is everything. You protect them and provide for them with your life, no matter the cost.” He pauses, reopening his eyes to look deep into your own. There’s so much amazement and love swimming there that you feel your own gaze getting misty, your heart swelling in your chest as he continues. “Thanks to you and the baby, I finally have a clan of my own. There’s nothing I love more than caring for you two.” Din lifts one of his hands to gently brush his fingers over your cheek. “There’s nothing I love more than you.”

You can’t help giggling, needing to release the pure love and giddiness he’s built within you at his touching words. Your hands meet the sides of his face as you pull it to your own, kissing him with the same depth and passion he’s just shown you with his words. When you pull away, you add a kiss on his forehead and then lift his necklace again, also kissing the Mythosaur. “I love you too, Din—every part of you, especially your culture. It’s beautiful.”

Din smiles at you almost like he’s in a daze, his lips meeting your temple as his hands support your neck. “Gar mesh’la.” You’re beautiful.

You wince with slight embarrassment, hiding your face in his neck as he laughs softly at you.

“N'eparavu takisit,” Din continues to laugh, pressing another kiss to your head. I’m sorry. “Don’t hide from me, riduur.”

You lift your face again, meeting his affectionate gaze with nothing but warmth. “Do you ever worry if you’re too soft for a Mandalorian, Din?”

Din chuckles, running his thumbs over your cheeks as he raises an eyebrow at you. “There’s no such thing as a ‘soft Mandalorian,’ cyar’ika,” he assures you. “There’s only a Mandalorian very much in love.”

You shake your head at him, exchanging another smile before he kisses you again—his passion for his people easily matching that which he has for you.

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dramatical-gatsbytalia · 3 years

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Coming Home

Written for @hey-a33butt for the SidLink gift exchange!

I picked the prompt Coming Home because I wasn’t sure if you’d be too pleased with my first idea of sparring. I wanted to do the fight in the parking lot from Superstore but put into BOTW. And yeah. I didn’t think that would fly ^^;

Enjoy!

Title: I’m Coming Home

Summary: Link and Sidon have been courting for some time, both before and after the slaying of the Calamity. But they are never able to stay together for long. But they talk about it. And when that day comes where Link can come back to the Domain for good, that final ‘Welcome Home’ hits all the right spots.

There was nothing like looking at the night sky in Hyrule. So many gorgeous stars. Even the three red beams that pointed towards the castle didn’t deter from their beauty. And there was none more gorgeous than the one laying next to him.

Sidon had felt the pressure of the last few months coming down on him in that moment, the aching and pining he had been feeling ever since Link had calmed Vah Ruta and set his sister’s spirit free. He sometimes felt like he couldn’t describe his feelings for the Hero of Hyrule, the little spitfire of a Hylian that didn’t speak much but knew just what to say at just the right moment.

Sidon knew his head was always full of words, it was evident in how often he praised him and how varied and enthusiastic those praises could be. But in this moment he couldn’t find the ones he wanted to say. The reason he had brought Link out here, to set a romantic mood and see if he could find his way into Link’s heart the way that the other had crawled right into his. Instead of telling him, he instead asked what the other would do once this journey was over.

“What will you do when you defeat the Calamity?”

Linked glanced over at Sidon. They had been friends, and he wasn’t sure how things would stand with them after this evening. He hoped Sidon would say something, he knew there was this special connection between them. Everyone in the Domain could see it in the way their Prince lit up when he heard of Link’s arrival or how he’d compliment him or how sometimes he just couldn’t stop talking about him and would end up lost in thought with the goofiest smile on his face.

It had taken him so long to see it himself. But when he did begin to notice it and that realization dawned on him, that his own feelings for his ‘best friend’ went far beyond that of any friend, it made his chest feel warm and happy. Like he was…he was…

“I suppose I’ll go home,” Link finally said.

“Where is that?”

Link shrugged. “Dunno. Suppose there’s Hateno.” Oh, right. Sidon remembered Link mentioning his house in Hateno. “Though after everything I would think Zelda might want to rebuild Hyrule Castle and Castle Town. So who knows. Maybe that will be home.”

Sidon swallowed. It was now or never.

“What if you came here?”

Link’s eyes went wide. He had gone and done it. And Link was thankful for it too; as the embodiment of Courage he didn’t know if he’d find enough strength to let Sidon know of his own feelings.

“To the Domain,” Sidon continued. “Everyone here adores you.” He rolled to face Link, then reached out to take his hands. The Prince’s large ones engulfed his, but it made that warmth in his heart spread throughout his body. “I adore you,” he finally added on, and that was all Link needed.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. A promise. To one day return home.

----

The celebration that followed the defeat of the Calamity was widespread and took place over many months. Each faction wanted to congratulate and honour the Hero and Princess and their unshakeable bravery. Perhaps it would have done some good to collaborate and hold a grand ball and feast as a united Hyrule. But everyone wanted to do their own thing. And so it took longer for Link to fulfill that promise to come home.

“You won’t stay this time?”

As of late there had been too much build-up of wanting to see his lover. Link would find times to sneak off with the Sheikah Slate to go to the Domain any evening he could. Some nights they would lay outside and watch the stars, just as they had the time Sidon had confessed his love. Others they would cuddle together and do nothing but talk. Or well, Sidon would talk. Link would mostly listen, add in a few things here and there.

Some others their snuggling would turn to heavy petting, and result in evenings of passion, only stopping for a moment’s rest or to watch the sun rise. This was one of those nights.

“You know I can’t,” Link said, reaching out and touching Sidon’s cheek. “We finished our tour of Hyrule, but we have only just started rebuilding the Castle and New Castle Town.” Sidon sighed. He had been receiving almost daily correspondence on how things were moving along since the two had reached the castle once more and clean-up had begun. It felt torturously slow, and Sidon couldn’t help but feel somewhat neglected. The depth of his love for Link and his undying faith in him were enough keep him going, but he sometimes couldn’t help but hold a bit of resentment. Whether it was towards Queen Zelda or all of Hyrule keeping them apart, he wasn’t sure.

Link leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “You’re mad.”

“A little.”

“You know we can always stop. We don’t have to continue this if it’s causing you that much trouble.”

Sidon shot up at that idea, distressed that he had caused Link to think that. “I would never!” When Link looked at him and started to smile he pressed forward with defending himself. “I love you too much to even entertain such a thought, Link! I just…” he stopped, squeezed the sheets, wished he wasn’t prone to such jealousy and selfishness. “I just want you to come home.”

“I know,” Link said, and he sat up as well, leaning in once more to gently press their lips together. “I love you too. And I want nothing more than to return to you for good and not just keep sneaking around on my free time to be with you.” Link pressed his forehead against Sidon’s crest. “Just be patient. Please?”

“But for how long?” Sidon knew of Link’s duties, but it still came out as a bit of a whine.

“I don’t know. But it will happen. Do you trust me?”

“More than anything.”

They left it at that. A few hours later he kissed Link goodbye, watching him disappear in a swirl of blue light to return to New Castle Town, returning to fulfill his promise to help rebuild and train a new legion of guards.

He would just have to learn to be more patient.

---

The second anniversary of the Calamity’s fall was quickly approaching. Sidon’s own duties done for the day, he couldn’t help but look out at the starry sky and think of that night he had asked Link to join him in the Domain. A promise two years old, and while he was working on his patience the loneliness Link would leave behind felt unbearable some days.

“Pardon me, your Highness?”

Sidon turned, surprised that the Captain of the Guard would want to see him so late. “Yes?” he asked, and when Bazz stepped forward he saw that there was a letter in his hand. “What’s this all about?”

“Forgive me for not giving this to you sooner, my Prince. But I hadn’t had the chance to meet with you ever since the Rito Courier dropped this off this afternoon.” Sidon nodded in understanding and took the letter, when he recognized Link’s handwriting addressing it to him he nearly ripped the letter open with his teeth. Not quite taking it too far, he was able to curb his enthusiasm a bit, but did still ended up scrambling a little as he fumbled with it to get it open without tearing it to shreds.

The message inside was short and sweet, but still moved Sidon to tears.

“Prince Sidon?” Bazz asked. “Is everything alright?”

Sidon nodded enthusiastically, unable to stop himself from launching forward to embrace the Captain in his joy.

I’m coming home.

---

After receiving the letter Sidon had no idea just how long it would take. But he knew it would be soon. He rushed to finish any royal duties he had during the day and finish up his training each and every morning. Anything that required immediate attention he would wake up and the crack of dawn to get done so that by afternoon he could stand by the bridge and wait.

It took four days. But on that fourth day he was unable to stop himself from running to greet him as soon as he saw that telltale tuft of blond hair peaking over the horizon. And with a hearty and tearful laugh he scooped Link up, spun him around, pecked his cheeks with several kisses as Link laughed along with him.

“Welcome home, my love.”

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ecosystem-administrator · 3 years

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Friable

Timeline: end of 4.0

Guydelot has had a scare, and his tension with Sanson is reaching a breaking point.

Anyone who fought with bow or spear or staff in Gridania, sooner or later, would find themselves on the receiving end of one of Timbermaster Beatin's infectiously-passionate lectures about wood and its qualities - the grain and density, the way the shape of it reflected the tree's growth, and above all the sturdy resilience of the material. Guydelot had always, perhaps even unconsciously, associated Sanson with the stiff, sturdy wood used in spear hafts, unyielding enough to drive a point deep without turning aside while still retaining just enough give not to shatter in the process. Wholly unlike the supple wood of a bow, designed to bend again and again without weakening or splintering.

They served different purposes, played their roles well; but never once had Guydelot considered Sanson vulnerable. Not until these last few heart-wrenching, guilt-soaked days where he'd been kept prisoner, hostage, with his own superiors only too willing to see him wasted as a sacrifice.

Fortunately he'd earned enough goodwill among the people who did actual fighting to earn a rescue regardless. And what a rescue it had been - the moment he was freed, Sanson had gone right back to trying to negotiate with his own captor, holding to the ideals he'd chosen right to the last. So maybe it was Guydelot who was the brittle one, still feeling fragile and out of sorts after the near loss of his companion and rival and friend. And leader, technically.

At least Sanson wasn't yet up to moving at his usual purposeful pace, though he was certainly trying anyway. "Slow down, you bugger! I told them I was gonna keep you from tearing any stitches, and I meant it. Just because you're back in uniform doesn't mean you're healed up."

"I appreciate the concern, Guydelot, but there are things that need doing. I can't afford to sit around and neglect the needs of my unit-"

"The unit can look after its own swivin' self for a few days! It's not like they're going to send you on any missions for a bit, and the front line's half a continent away." What was it about Sanson that always set him to arguing? A skilled bard should be able to get along with any audience, but this particular lancer goaded him in ways he couldn't endure.

At least Sanson was slowing down finally. He came to a halt before Guydelot and looked down, expression troubled but still as determined as ever. "It's not about that. It's...after what just happened, I want to ensure that they're not having doubts. About our leaders...about my fitness for command. I did just walk myself right into an enemy trap, after all."

"Bloody fool." Guydelot felt just a little calmer when Sanson wasn't actively escaping his presence. "If they blame anyone for that, they'll blame me. I knew it was a trap when Mayhem decided to walk into it, but I still just let you go off without a pause." He shook his head, still disgusted with himself. "It was stupid, an obvious twist any storyteller worth his salt should have seen coming."

"We trusted in Mayhem's presence," Sanson sighed. "And they've certainly earned that trust, but this has been a hard lesson in being more self-reliant."

Any other day, any day before this one, Guydelot would have cracked a joke to lighten Sanson's mood, something to get the lancer to yell at him. To restore the wall of tension that made up the difference between stiff and flexible, and kept them both on their parallel paths beside each other. But that wall was crumbling again, the tension changing, and today Guydelot simply didn't have the will to rebuild it.

"You really gave me a scare, y'know," he said instead, a little quietly. "All's well that ends well and all, but it doesn't change that you almost died out there, and I... Look, will you just take a few days off? For the sake of my guilty conscience?"

For all his stubbornness, Sanson wasn't entirely insensitive. He looked up at Guydelot, a little surprised, and stepped forward, narrowing the distance between them further. "It's not your fault," he insisted. "I said that I took on the burdens of choice, as our leader, and that includes the choice to follow Mayhem into what we knew was a trap. The fact that it was a bad choice still rests on my shoulders."

"I don't care!" Guydelot's hands were on Sanson's shoulders before he knew what he was doing, shaking the smaller man gently. "Don't you understand? I don't know what I'd do with myself if you went and got killed!" And that was the plain truth. As much as they argued, they worked together too well to be apart, and the idea of not having that stern presence to needle and push against was unbearable.

Sanson's eyes were wide, and Guydelot realized suddenly that he might have gone too far, said too much. But a moment later, Sanson's callused hands, small and warm, came up to cover his own. "I'm sorry, Guydelot," he said quietly. "I didn't think… I haven't really had time to come to terms with…" Suddenly, Guydelot realized the hands on top of his were trembling, and shifted his grip to catch Sanson's hands in his own larger ones.

"Easy, easy. Let's sit down." There were plenty of little alcoves and out of the way nooks in peaceful Gridania, and Guydelot had never been more grateful for it, or for the way Sanson immediately leaned into his side when they sat, all the usual tension seeming to drain from his body. "I didn't mean to shout… You just have a way of getting me all riled up without my even meaning it."

"At least it's mutual," Sanson muttered. "Honestly, though...thank you, Guydelot. I-I...I'm sure it would have come to me in the dead of night, how close I truly was… I'd rather be here with you right now than alone."

Guydelot stroked his back thoughtfully, soothingly, heart beating fast with the knowledge of what his next move had to be. And then, a little hesitantly, he took one of Sanson's hands in his own and twined their fingers together. He waited for the little lancer to protest, draw away, freeze up, anything to suggest reluctance...but Sanson only tightened his grip, sighing a quiet agreement.

That would be enough for now. He held Sanson close against his side as they breathed together, letting the peace of the forest sink into whatever this new moment was. He'd write something properly poetic later, they would have all the time they needed to discuss this change, but for now...for now they would sit, entwined and no longer parallel.

#ffxivwrite2021 #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #guydelot x sanson #I'm simultaneously really happy with this as a first draft #and desperately unhappy with how much editing it needs

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laceymorganwrites · 3 years

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Shallow love

Word count: 2,128

Pairing: Nacht x reader

Warnings: SPOILER ALERT, swearing, teeny bit of gore, insecurities, I probaby butchered his character >.< I´m so sorry, baby

A/N: NACHT APPEARS IN TODAY´S EPISODE SO OMG I HAD TO POST THIS!!!!

okay so

Nacht is my second favorite Black Clover character and yes, I am currently: freaking out. also he has Dabi´s VA so: perfection.

I will definitely post more about him in the future! I just wanted to get this out today since it just fit so well <333 I´ll be back to regular posting in April

You didn´t think that you would ever be able to feel peace again and go back to your normal life after the attack of the Diamond kingdom.

And yet here you were, in the calm after the storm.

It was weird. Everything was in chaos, the villages and overall buildings were even more destroyed than when the eye of the midnight sun attacked.

Everything was as per usual at the Black Bull´s base, nothing out of the ordinary except for Yami forcing Nacht to stay now.

You´ve known him for a long time now, being the first member of the squad, and you never could read him. He always intrigued you.

And yet he also always made you distance yourself from him.

Nacht was the type of guy who was too blunt for his own good. You appreciated honesty, but he just always made it hurt.

You knew full well that you weren´t an innocent little lamb, but who was?

What irked you most about him was how badly he thought and spoke about his own squad, to this day you asked yourself why he even joined in the first place, he could´ve just as easily denied Yami´s order.

Sure, Yami could be persistent, but that wouldn´t stop someone like Nacht.

There had to be more to the two of them but over the years you learned that you just didn´t want to know.

Every time you approached Nacht about it he just shut you off and reminded you of all your flaws again.

Like he always did. With everyone.

Except for Asta, like everyone, he took a liking to the little guy.

Though, you had to admit Nacht seemed more open and approachable after the war. And yet you didn´t.

Instead you watched him at first reluctantly, over time without any hesitation, becoming rather friendly, talking to the rest of the squad.

In all those years you have known him you always asked yourself whether you really did. You highly doubted it.

You just couldn´t figure him out. Did he just wear a mask? Were all of his infuriating smiles for show? Was it all a game to him? What were his goals?

And why…

No. You didn´t want to think about that.

What was the point anyway? Anyone got a crush at some point, the only difference was that crushes usually didn´t last this long.

Especially if said person didn´t pay you any mind unless they were insulting you.

Nacht mostly stayed to himself, making it known he didn´t want anything to do with the rest of the squad.

Though like anyone else who stayed with them for a long amount of time, he warmed up to everyone. Still, he had his moments and didn´t exactly change his opinion. Because in his world people couldn´t change, they just didn´t.

And that made you sad.

Because deep down you just wanted him to acknowledge you, to tell you that you weren´t as bad as he thought, that you were a good person.

But at one point being around him just hurt. You cared too much, thought too much about him, it kept you awake at night.

If only you went out of your room into the kitchen where he would stay because of the same problem.

Especially since that day…

You were surrounded. Everywhere you looked you saw black, greedy eyes. The devils were everywhere and all hope seemed lost. You couldn´t rely on Asta only anymore, he already went through enough. He shouldn´t fight your battles for you just because he had strong powers, he was just a little boy.

And yet there he was, fighting ferociously, once again defeating the devil that came to slay everyone that day all those centuries ago.

It was hard to keep at least somewhat of an overview, everything seemed in shambles and the screams and cries of everyone were deafening.

You really shouldn´t be focusing on Nacht right now, now was not the time. Not that there ever was an appropriate time for that anyway.

But of course you just couldn´t help yourself, your eyes wandered to him frequently even as you told them to stop.

Though in this instance it might have not been that bad. Your eyes went wide as you realized what he was about to do, everything around you faded away, you felt numb and your body moved on its own to prevent him from going through with his plan.

“Please die with me” were the last things that left his lips that shut your brain off and made you move automatically. They weren´t uttered to you, Nacht didn´t even look in your direction, it was none of your business.

Even still you couldn´t just stand by idly and watch him die, watch one of the only chances you had at winning die, watch the man you hated to love die.

The little devil on his shoulder looked scared as your gaze met him and honestly, you could understand it all too well.

You were scared too but now wasn´t a time for fear, you needed to stop him at all costs.

“That´s the stupidest thing you ever said!” you screamed out as you were still running towards him.

Finally his head turned to you, he still had that infuriating smile on his lips, though it was so sad this time.

“It´s the only way…” he replied.

“You don´t know that! You can´t know that! You can´t just throw you life away like that, it won´t change anything! In fact it will… we will lose. We will lose so much more than just the fight, don´t you understand that? You´re not more or less important than the rest of us and you´re our vice captain, so it´s my duty to stop you from sacrificing yourself!” you said, grabbing his shoulders and frantically panting, you looked at him aghast, shocked, eyes wide and searching for something...anything in his eyes that wasn´t dull.

“Then we´re all going to die, but it´s so typical of you to be so selfish” he told you, his tone as entitled as always.

“You´re selfish too, you know that?” you whispered, averting your eyes.

“You can´t just run away from your responsibilities. It isn´t right” you stood your ground, balling your fists in anger and frustration.

“It´s the only way, why do you even try to stop me?” he sighed, looking at you. He was feeling quite frustrated now too, what were you trying to achieve? If he didn´t make this sacrifice so many more people would die, didn´t you care about them? Wasn´t it your job to protect everyone? So why were you trying to desperately to save him out of all people?

“Because I care. A lot. We all do. And yes it´s selfish, you´re right about that. We´re all selfish losers and assholes but you know what? We do it best and we´re goddamn proud not to be as picture perfect as all the others. That´s what defines us. And you don´t have to agree with that, but I´m fucking stubborn so don´t think for even a second that I´ll let you go through with your stupid plan!” you looked at him with such emotion, such passion, it made his heart ache with a foreign familiarity.

Nacht never paid you any more mind than he did the others, just thinking all of you were useless. That was why he was so surprised that someone would voluntarily want to save him.

He treated you like shit, sure it was more out of a defense mechanism cause he couldn´t bear leaving people behind, having people worry about him, he already had enough guilt to carry.

But hearing your words was like a revelation to him.

Maybe he still had a role to play in life, maybe his story wasn´t over yet and just maybe could he live his life without having to fulfill anything, but solely for himself and the ones he cared about.

Maybe it was finally time to start caring more than he was ready to admit, to take a step into the unknown and discover it with…

You.

It had always been you, he realized as he saw your desperate face, your hands on his shoulders, all dirty from fighting and yet feeling warmer than any fire ever could.

“Yes, maybe living might not be that bad” he tilted his head, smiling at you.

You felt an intense amount of relief wash over you as you gave him an exhausted smile back.

That was the first time you ever smiled at him, Nacht would never forget that moment, the moment in which you broke down his walls without even knowing it.

He would have to thank you later for that, when he fully comprehended what that meant.

Asta and you were training together again outside while the others were inside going on about their daily ruckus. Some were on missions already but some, like Asta, who were wounded and exhausted still needed to rest properly.

Though it was no use. Asta would never rest like he should unless he was knocked out.

And you tried that the first week, you each took turns but eventually you just couldn´t keep up anymore and let him train like he wanted.

Nacht also kept training with him, though he himself was new to everything going on and needed time to properly accommodate to things.

You stretched a bit, sitting down to just enjoy the sun for a moment.

“I can´t wait to go on missions again! I´m as good as new, I´m ready, I promise!” Asta beamed and showed off a bit but you only sighed.

“It´s not my call, kid” you apologized.

Asta pouted and kept training.

“You got a mission” Yami announced as he joined you outside and Asta practically jumped up and down with excitement and energy.

“Just the usual, rebuilding a town and fighting some magic beasts that escaped” he explained and Nacht slowly appeared behind him.

Asta´s eyes were beaming right now, he was excited to learn even more about the devil´s powers although he got quite the hang of it and even made a new friend.

Nacht smiled and waved at you, you just looked away as always and stood up to go back inside.

Nothing had changed anyway.

Until Yami stopped you in your tracks.

“If you get going now you´re gonna return by nightfall” he said and you nodded.

Asta sighed in frustration.

“I wanna go on a mission too!” he cried out.

“Not happening” all three of you said at the same time, shutting him up for a bit.

Both you and Nacht didn´t say anything as you made your way to the town in question.

Nacht because he didn´t know how to approach you and you because you thought there was no point in it, he wouldn´t think of you any differently.

And so you started your mission, once again fighting alongside each other and even though the task was dull Nacht´s presence gave you an energy that was unmatched, you just couldn´t help but smile.

When you were done you went deeper into the town to help the people rebuild it.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” he said out of the blue, making you turn around in confusion.

“Why would I go on a date with a guy who hates my guts?” you asked, making him sigh sadly.

“I´m sorry if I left that impression on you. I really don´t hate you… it´s quite the opposite actually” he explained.

“Did you just… I swear I never heard you apologize in all those years I´ve known you” you chuckled, not quite processing the second half of his statement.

“I never saw the point in it. All my life I always watched from afar, I always wanted to save people but you know, I´m just operating in the shadows. I´m good at spying and gaining information, saving people. Not so much making friends with them. I never saw it as my role. After all I lived my life for the kingdom and its people and not for myself. Why would I care if anyone liked me? In fact it would be the worst thing that could happen… death was always part of the job description and I was always willing to take that risk if it meant you could live longer. But now… ever since that day, I just want to live with you” he confessed, leaving you at a loss for words, so you did the only logical thing to you in this moment: hug him tightly.

“Of course I´d like to go on a date with you, Nacht. And I will keep protecting you” you smiled.

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meetmeatthecoda · 3 years

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Well... A few days out from the Terrible Awful™... things have settled (a little) in my mind & in my heart & - if I may - I wanted to share some hopeful & encouraging thoughts with my fellow Lizzington shippers... ❤️

The finale was awful. It was not what we expected or deserved & we feel rightfully betrayed. We were denied the Lizzington ending we always wanted, the fantasy we thought we would get, & the happy ending we should have gotten. After as long as most of us have been invested in this ship & show, it hurt us deeply. But, more than that & thanks to the behind the scenes drama, the finale was weirdly out of character in every way. And, while we don’t have much to console us, I think it is somewhat comforting that our heartbreak isn’t as simple as a sad ending or not having our ship canon. It’s more than that: everyone hated it. General audience members, D*ddygaters, K**nler shippers, Lizzington shippers - everyone (except maybe R*darina supporters but I refuse to entertain the helltheory so who cares.) I think the fact that everyone was shocked & angered by the finale is proof enough that we are justified in our feelings & that helps a little. Regardless of the BTS drama, there were other things they could have done & everyone is confused about why they chose to do what they did. We aren’t alone.

And listen, as the writers, showrunners, & TPTB, it is their job to sell their story. If they’re doing their job well, they should be able to convince the audience of their mythology, plotlines, & characters beyond a reasonable doubt. But I think it’s pretty clear that they’ve failed to do that. Whatever story they were telling in the beginning - whether it’s still the same now or if they decided to change it at some point - they have failed to convince us of it. Whether it’s a lack of consistency, lack of attention to detail, or lots of poor planning, they haven’t convinced us (or in most cases the GA either) of D*ddygate, R*darina, or that Lizzington wasn’t the original endgame. They haven’t convinced us of anything except this: they are floundering & have lost their grasp on the show & its story.

With these things in mind - the OOC nature of the finale & their overall failure to persuade us they know what they’re doing - I think it’s important to remember one crucial fact: the enjoyment of media is centered around interpretation. That has always been especially true with this show, as evidenced by the fact that the audience splintered into so many passionate subgroups, each convinced their interpretation was the only correct one (i.e. D*ddygaters, K**n2s, K**nlers, R*darinas, Lizzzingtons) And as Lizzington shippers, our enjoyment of this show & our ship has always been based on the assumption of certain mythology, plotline, & character relation - & we’ve certainly gotten our fair share of grief over it. The concept of interpretation is nothing new for us. So, whatever they chose to present as truth in the finale - especially the things that have no precedent in non-subjective canon - are equally open for interpretation &, in many ways, nothing at all of consequence was confirmed or denied in that finale, aside from perhaps the ending.

However, we have always thrived on creating more & different from the little & bad that we’ve been given, whether in the form of fanfiction, fanart, theories, headcanons, or simply our love for these characters & this ship. The fact that we’ve lasted this long tells me one thing: we are more than capable of taking what we like & ditching the rest. So, let’s do that with the finale. From the first half of the episode? Let’s take the Red & Agnes interaction, the fact that Red tells Agnes stories of a Russian princess, the fact that Liz couldn’t seem to take her daughter & leave him. Let’s ignore the abrupt & disturbing concept of assisted suicide & unnecessarily withheld answers. From the park fantasy? Let’s take those gifs & parallels & symmetry & run with them. Let’s ditch the preceding content, the background music, & the context. And from the last scene? Let’s take the fact that Liz still could not manage to harm Red & he was overjoyed, a love confession was implied if not imminent, & the fact that Red would still burn down the world to protect Lizzie - and let’s forget the rest. Because that’s not what happens to our ship - that’s not how their story ends. That was a weird, rushed, influenced, tragic character death AU that was presented by inconsistent, unconvincing, & OOC writing that is therefore open to interpretation. TPTB have proved through so many different examples that they’ve lost a grasp on the original concept of this show & by extension this ship, whether they meant to originally create it or not.

So, it’s up to us now. We can be sad about how things turned out, we can mourn the loss of the show as it should have been & the loss of our chance to see our ship canon. We have a right to be let down & feel sad & grieve bc it’s so suddenly & violently over. But guess what? We also have the power to recreate Lizzington as we want to see it. We can create different worlds & AUs & headcanons & a future that we - the audience - wanted to see, bc we have the right to do that. And we can do it together, in this fun, loving, welcoming community that is passionate about these two characters & their love. So, let’s accept the sadness & hold onto it for as long as we want to, even if it’s forever. The finale was an undeserved tragedy & we’re allowed to be sad for what was lost... but we can also rebuild, create, & enjoy what we know to be true: Lizzington is beautiful & worth holding onto ❤️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #thoughts #8.22 #mine #here ends my sermon #i shall cease my preaching #this is just a sentiment i wanted to express to whoever's planning on sticking around #bc i certainly am #i'll be writing fic & sharing headcanons & crying about these two for a long time #& i hope i'll have the friends i've made here with me to share in it #anyway i love you guys #i'll leave this pinned to my blog for a while #just so everyone knows my stance on things #was i utterly destroyed by that shit finale?#yes #am i still in shock that the show is over for us with little to no notice or preamble?#yes.#am i still in mourning?#absolutely.#will i be over it any time soon?#no #am i gonna let it stop me from shipping & writing for these two?#absolutely not #i'll be here for as long as y'all want me #& probably after that lol #so much love everyone #<3

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lune-hime · 3 years

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Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Chapter 9

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

Tulipa gesneriana ~ Commonly called the Garden Tulip. A lovely flower with cherry red petals that is never seen cultivating by itself.

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“Now that we’ve had our pity party, how about I act like a proper grandmother and show you some photos.” Oma smiled and rose to grab a weathered tin and a photo album from the bookshelf. Levi felt like the couch was engulfing his form with its soft cradle. When Oma turned around she was met with his body half eaten by the overly plush material; his shoulders hunched and tea propped up against his chest as his body reclined even further inward. He looked pleasantly comfortable and stiff at the same time.

As she plopped the two memory vessels on the coffee table, Levi’s features hardened akin to the rusted box now in front of him. The foreign lettering connected in geometric shapes that he recognized but could not decipher. They left remembrance teetering on the tip of his tongue.

“That’s my father’s cigar box.” Oma explained when she noted his fixation on the object. Levi heaved himself out of the couch’s embrace and propped his elbows on his knees, still fixated on the memento.

“The writing on the side…” Levi let his sentence flit away on his breath as his brain delved deeper into the patterns.

“Writing? What makes you think its writing?” Oma pursed her lips and picked up the weathered box to give it a closer examination. “Looks more like a decorative design.”

Oma shrugged and passed the box to Levi. It felt cold on his freshly tea-cup warmed palms. Flashbacks of loitering about the weathered guard posts, frosted cabins, and Utgard Castle drew back vivid images of the strange symbols. They sparked his curiosity enough to imprint within him, but he didn’t care enough to debate with the old woman.

It would be a memory put on hold for another time.

“I’ve seen something like it at one of the outposts on old crates of supplies and alcohol.” He stated, placing the box down in resignation.

“Hmm.” Oma gave one final acknowledgement before popping the top open. She lifted the haphazardly stacked photos out of their resting place with a gentleness that cradled each precious paper.

As she flipped through them, Levi felt like he was gaining memories of a childhood... a family ...that he never had. It was like observing someone’s entire life through a looking glass. These pictures were of Oma; of her and her husband, of her and their children, of her and you and Petra.

Levi’s brow knitted when she came to a photo of a spry, young version of herself embracing a familiar face-only with a full head of lucious locks.

“You and- Pixis ?” Levi said in exasperation and squinted at the photo as if that would make his shock dwindle.

Oma couldn’t have been much older than you; her statue was slight but her physique was robust. Her hair cascaded from her bun and softly framed her face that smiled wryly at the camera. She was arm in arm with Pixis; his eyes crinkled with happiness and hair (comically) blowing in the wind.

“Ah yes. Dot and I were both squad leaders and grew very close.” Oma sighed with a nostalgic glow. “That man truly had a way with his hands. The last time I saw him Ymir knows I couldn’t restrain myself-”

Levi inhaled his tea so furiously that it seared his throat with the same passion Oma gave off for the garrison commander. She looked on in amusement as he collected himself and cleared the assault on his lungs.

“You mean, you two-” Levi started, mentally wiping away the unwanted visual before it left a permanent stain in his cranium.

“Oh yes. As casual and dedicated as friends but as steaming as this kettle.” Oma’s youthful vigor radiated extra brightly as she reminisced.

“Why didn’t it work out?” Levi asked.

“My husband snatched me away.” She winked and continued on her trip down memory lane.

“Ah! Now that one of you is here…” Oma began excitedly as the next photo was unveiled. “You can tell me all about this one.”

“You have this photo?” Levi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he relieved the corporeal memory.

“Yup, she sent it to me for safe keepings. Said in her letter that she saw your face enough everyday that she didn’t need the photo right now.”

Levi felt the familiar feeling of his heart expanding when he set his eyes on your elegant beauty. The photo in question was taken at the last Royal Gala after everyone had swapped their military uniforms for evening wear. He always secretly wished he had more excuses to see you in a gown such as that one; the smooth fabric billowed gracefully from your hips, accentuated your curves, and pushed upward the swell of your breasts that were cradled in a lining of lavish lace trim. It would be eternally alluring to him, partially from the lavish overstimulation of the elite banquet and because it was-well- you. He remembered the insatiable feeling of the stark and sudden transition of having absolutely nothing to his name, to being flushed with an abundance of everything in that moment.

You were beaming, a brilliant smile outshining the flashy festival mask that you adorned. Levi...not so much. He gazed into the viewfinder with features hard but eyes delicate in a way that demonstrated he was putting up with your antics. The two of you were pressed into each other's sides as the decadent swirling of the wealthy framed your faces.

If you squinted closely, and looked past the grainy texture and into the background, one would be able to observe Hange swinging Moblit wildly in circles among the party-goers.

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“Why not?” You prodded, arms crossed in defiance at his rejection of your proposition.

“I’m not going to wear some gaudy mask that most likely has the sweat stains of hundreds of people on it.” Levi stated with sharp disgust. His eyes nearly rolled out of his skull when you began childishly tugging on the sleeve of his tailcoat.

That tailcoat was the precise reason why you desperately needed to get in line for this photo. It was hard enough to see Levi out of anything but his scouting uniform or his everyday combo of a long sleeved button down and trousers. Both options were easy on the eyes but tonight he looked ravishing. The tailcoat was expertly tailored and clutched the curve of his slim waist and the expanse of his toned arms close to the obsidian fabric.

He was always clean, but cleaned up -so to say-he was absolutely divine. You would never tell him this but his fox like beauty paired with the fancy dress endowed him with the grace of a prince.

“You don’t have to wear the mask! Although that would make it less fun…” You mumbled in a last ditch attempt, hoping he would take pity for you on this special occasion.

“Great now that we’ve established it’s not fun, let’s go get another drink.” He replied, unfazed and unwavered. He began turning towards the outer end of the ballroom where waiters danced with shining trays instead of partners.

“No!” You yelped, scampering as hurriedly as your heels would allow you to stand in front of him. Your chest was heaving in excitement for the extravagant evening (and by the walls was that corset tight). Your heels increased your already apparent height difference and made your very... perky breasts at eye level with his gaze. Levi coughed to rebuild his crumbling composure. He kindly reminded himself he was at a government sponsored event and that no matter how desperately he desired to let his eyes wander this was not the time and place.

“You said I look beautiful tonight, right?” You quipped with a pointed glare.

“Of course.” His lack of hesitation in his answer made the alcohol content in your blood skyrocket as you became drunk on him even more than you already had.

“Well if you would take 5 minutes to take this photo with me that’s 5 minutes until I’m willing to sneak out of here with you. Then you can see this beautiful gown on your chamber’s floor.” Your eyes sparkled with mischief akin to the iridescent pearls that were nestled into your ears.

Levi’s brow quirked in intrigue and you were a deer caught in the sly beams of his eyes.

“Fine.”

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“What a wonderful gala that was. I usually despise such events but I gotta examine you in person for the first time, no matter how brief our encounter was. I got to see my girl in such a lovely gown, and I got to absolutely feel Dot-”

“I don’t need a narrative.” Levi intercepted quickly with a sharp tinge of annoyance that sent Oma into a mess of snorts and laughter.

That strange sensation washed over him once more. The pleasantly warm bubble that made him feel like he was home but standing on the outskirts of the precipice all at once.

“Is that why we didn’t get to actually meet?” Levi trailed off as realization snapped him like a taut rubber band. While he was forced to blandly entertain the higher ups and delegates your grandmother was snogging a commander.

“Oh hush, you’re an adult, stop acting like a teenage boy.” She playfully chided with a glint in her eye that made Levi take step closer to that tempting bubbling feeling.

A gentle knock on the wood paneling caused Oma and Levi to raise their heads to meet Felicia’s gaze.

“I’m going to head home now, Frau Vogel.” She said with a tired smile as she poked her head around the living room archway.

“Damn, it really has gotten dark hasn’t it?” Oma mumbled as she took in the waning light.

“My dear, it’s much too late to be walking back by yourself. You can stay in your old room.” Her response was a medley of chastising and fondness.

“O-oh, no. I mean-how kind of you-but I don’t have a change of fresh clothes and these ones have bits of blood and schnitzel on them…” Felicia sighed with a whine. Oma was about to interject her dramatic behavior when Levi’s voice filled the space instead.

“I’ll walk you home.” He offered, tone as smooth and calm as the golden liquid in his cup. He placed his cup on the saucer with a small clank and rose from the couch. Felicia bristled in bashful gratitude as he quietly padded over to the front door and began lacing his boots.

Oma gave Felicia a wink and nestled further into the couch, letting the cushions cradle her old bones and the aroma of the tea lull her into relaxation.

“The kitchen is clean, I folded all of the towels-” Felicia hurriedly explained when Levi held the door open for her.

“Yes, yes, thank you. Now off you go, I’ll come fetch you tomorrow.” Oma shooed the jittery girl out of the house with a wave of her hand.

“Oh, Felicia-” She interjected. The young woman poked her head back into the archway.

“If I hear one peep out of you about not paying you for looking after Y/N this next week I will have to start cooking the schnitzel myself.”

Felicia gasped in betrayal as the fireflies that worshiped the porch flowers sent she and her companion off on their moonlit walk. The grit of shoes against the pebbled road took over the silence which Levi observed Felicia desperately wanted to fill. She seemed to feel pressure to speak, to offer something other than the emptiness of the countryside. Levi, on the other hand, was completely content with bathing in the blissful numbness of the cricket symphonies and the wind kisses of the path.

“How does our village compare to where you’re from?” Felicia barely overpowered the whistling of the grass with her slight tone. Her question was an innocent one. One with good intent that Levi didn’t dare spoil given the past two days of anguish.

“It’s...definitely more colorful.” He let the sweet air fill his tired lungs. He had seen a larger aurora of colors in these past 48 hours than he reckoned he had ever seen in his monochromatic existence. Going from the diluted underground to the emerald green seas and burnt brick of the walls didn’t leave much room for hue.

“So you’re from an urban area then?” Felicia continued, enthused that Levi had picked up her conversation.

“You could say that.” His reply was vague but left no room for further explanation. Truthfully, he felt as much from that festering tumor as a migratory bird feels for its winter home. It was where he was birthed, raised, existed . But he didn’t truly live until he rid his mouth of the dusted, stale air and crumbing ceilings of the underground.

Felicia’s mouth hung open with an incoming response when a screech erupted in its place. Levi grunted as she jumped sideways right into him, colliding into his sore shoulder. He just barely caught her as he staggered backwards. She stumbled against his chest before he propped her back up straight by her underarms.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asked with an irritation he couldn’t restrain. Felicia’s bodyweight had punctured his shoulder with sharp needles that disturbed the dull hum of his pain.

“Oh walls, I’m so so SO sorry sir-I MEAN LEVI!” She babbled as she floundered to eject herself from his support so as to not burden him any more.

“I-I, something moved in the bush right next to me!” Felicia’s tone wobbled just as her legs did. Levi followed her trembling gaze and prepared himself for a feral dog or a wild boar. If it was anything bigger than that, like a bear, they were absolutely fucked.

The snort that erupted from the bush elicited another shrill scream from the maid. Levi’s muscles tensed in the realization that he would have to fend off the beast with his bare hands in his absence of weapons. He brought up a protective arm in front of Felicia when a pawing in the foliage neared the paved pathway. The thick anticipation mingled with the drumming of hearts was the soundtrack to the animal moving into the lamplight.

Levi’s muscles instantly relaxed. All except his chest. It shook with candid chuckles that materialized as a small hum and blossomed into a full blown laughter.

“Hello Big Shit.” Levi’s smile was radiant against the artificial lighting as Puddle aparated out of the bushes, his form now fully visible in the dim illumination. “He must have followed us.”

“B-big shhhh?” Felicia stammered, eyes wide with embarrassment. She was too polite to finish the last word.

Then he did it again.

He laughed so freely it put the crickets to shame. Felicia pursed her lips awkwardly and smoothed her nervous hands along her apron.

“He’s Y/N’s.” Levi cooed , reaching a delicate hand out to the horse and letting him press his plush nose to his knuckles. Felicia’s jaw went slack once more. She felt like she was regarding a completely separate individual she had previously been acquainted with. His cicada shell had been discarded on the path with the others and now only tenderness enveloped the man’s being.

“He is quite terrifying.” Levi teased gently as Puddle extended his neck to nuzzle hot breaths into his cheek. Felicia flushed at her overreaction. Levi turned from the horse to her with a glow that made her swear he was a tranquil forest spirit rather than the man who was walking her home. At her shock he immediately reigned himself back in, clearing his throat and partially crawling back into his cicada skin.

“If he’s followed us this far he’ll keep walking with us.” Levi said, the brief bloom of outward happiness coming to an end.

After a few minutes of only the comets’ luminous words trickling through the sky and the occasional snort, Felicia spoke up.

“It’s nice to see you happy.” She commented bashfully.

“It’s not like I haven’t been happy before.” He huffed, unsure of where to place her heartfelt compliment among the ever turbidness of his mind.

“I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just-I’ve never seen you smile before.” She cringed as she said it and Levi’s snort mimicked the horse behind them. He let her observation marinade under the moonlight.

“Happiness shows itself in different ways.” He mused and the corners of her lips upturned smally at her silliness.

“I just can’t imagine what you and Y/N have to go through.” She said with the careful articulation of a confession.

“D-did you see it happen?” She asked apprehensively. The nightmare scape tore through his cornea and implanted itself as if he was seeing it vividly again.

“No.” He exhaled.

The mass of flesh reeked of steamed rotted meat in the background of your shuddering form blanketed in torn cloth and soaked in sticky blood. His feet were caught in a time loop, too slow to reach you but too fast to wrap his mind around the potential discovery of your demise. His knees burned against the fabric of his trousers as they slid on the viscous ground to you. Your eyes were open wide and even though they were looking right at him, they went right through him like he was transparent against the skyline. The titan and you shared a bed of grass but by the walls not a resting place.

“But I saw the one that did it to her.” He continued as he blinked away the flash of mental scar tissue. “Her blade was lodged into its neck and it was bleeding profusely from its eye.”

Felicia winced at his description.

“She’s grown so strong.” Her whimper got lodged in her throat.

Little lanterns perched on the exterior of modest cottages floated into existence on both sides of the road as they neared Felicia’s neighborhood.

“How long have you known Y/N and Oma?” He asked to change the conversation for the sake of both their emotional turmoil. Felicia brightened up a bit at his term for her mistress.

“Since I was very young.” She smiled the weight right off of Levi’s shoulders. “My parents worked for Oma and her husband. I became Y/N’s babysitter or sorts, and by default many times Jean’s too, then the housekeeper to make some money.”

Levi recounted her reaction to the photo of Jean earlier and decided to attempt to lighten the mood like the wispy moss that dangled over their heads.

“Jean is single.” He revealed and eyed her in muted amusement for her reaction. Felicia turned beet red, the statement adding an extra sheepish pop to her step.

“O-oh, that’s hard for me to believe.” She laughed awkwardly.

“Really?” Levi replied without a drop or sarcasm. He understood why you put up with the boy because you had been friends for so long. But he would forever wonder how mentally stable the person who would willingly date him was.

Felicia gulped as his question hung out to try on the overarching maple branches.

“W-well, I mean-he’s funny, considerate, determined-”

“Determined to keep his long face up my asshole.” Levi finished her musings, dodging a moth as it flew too close to his nose. Felicia giggled at his half-assed insult.

“Determination, no matter what the kind, is a handsome quality.”

Levi hummed at her sincere answer. Her excitement over the boy rubbed warm circles into his chest. It reminded himself of his blooming feelings for you.

“When was the last time you saw him?” He asked as Felicia led him down a left fork in the road.

“Oh, a little less than a year ago? He and Y/N don’t get to come home a lot, you know.”

Their conversation was concluded in the middle of the road when Felicia halted in front of a beige cottage.

“This is me.” Her grin pushed up the apples of her cheeks and she cheesily pointed to the home. Levi nodded once and watched as she delicately climbed up the steps, deftly avoiding the garden rocks in the darkness until she reached her porch.

“Thank you for walking me here. You’ll be okay finding your way back?” She affirmed as she turned her key into the lock. Levi nodded once more and she breathed out a timid laugh.

“Alright, good night Levi.” She smiled sweetly.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Big...um.” She turned to Puddle and wrinkled her nose.

“Shit.” Levi finished with crinkled eyes.

“Sh...shit.” She blurted and danced in place as if she had uttered a tremendous sin. Levi waited until she was halfway inside when she surprised him by returning to his presence. She paused, the light emanating from the open door allowing them to see each other clearly. She threw him a genuine smile that made him feel naked in the pale night.

“You know, you fit in really well here.”

Levi twirled the circlets of metallic promises between his fingers as he let the warmth of this evening’s reactions carry him home.

Fuck, did he just think home ?

In such a short amount of time, these gardens of tulips and those that harvest them had uprooted the numbness he had trained himself to harbor. He’d now gotten a sickeningly sweet taste of life and it was going to be hard for him to not grow addicted to it. The rings began to feel too heavy for him to carry and he placed them securely back in his pocket as he neared the estate.

With Puddle contained for the moment, he tapped his dirtied boots against the doormat and stepped into the living room. His feet sank deep into the fertilizer as he looked upon Oma. She had fallen asleep curled into the sofa, her empty tea cup cuddled into her embrace and the photo album discarded on the adjacent cushion.

He felt oddly like an intruder as he gingerly released the cup from her grasp. Felt the peculiar stab of domestic alienation when he draped the crocheted blanket over her. This was what home was supposed to resemble. Not a sullen room with a single bed and a mother called upon only to come home a wilted flower with her petals torn. Levi was knee deep in the garden soil now and he dove further and further into the dirt every passing day he spent here.

He tiptoed up the creaky steps, shed your father’s clothes in exchange for more appropriate sleepwear, and gravitated to your room. The armchair screeched dully against the flooring as he brought it closer to your bed. And he allowed himself to dream of living for once instead of just existing.

You fit in really well here.

Morning arrived on the chaotic wings of angry sparrows and a pleasant plush heat on his back. Levi groaned as he felt his back scream at him for his hunched over position. He clutched the blanket to his body as he stretched out the kinks. He rubbed the fluffy material between his fingers as he groggily recalled that he definitely didn’t go to sleep with this. As he sat up a light fluttering fell to the ground from his shoulder. Looking to the floor he noticed a note. He bent down to retrieve it and held it close to his sandy eyes.

I let you sleep in today because you need it-don’t deny it.

I’m off to get Felicia and we’re stopping by the apothecary on the way home but we shouldn’t be too long.

Here’s a blanket.

You don’t want your body to be as cold as your heart <3.

Oma

Levi rested his head on his blanket covered palm, nuzzling into the softness as he sighed in mild contentment.

“I lied-I understand how the two of you are related.” Levi whispered lightly towards you, the sounds as airy as the birds tapping at the glass.

It was another beautifully scenic day dressed in another of your father’s outfits babysitting another kettle of tea. Levi peeked out the kitchen window and wondered if everyday in this countryside was euphoric. But rather than basking in the lovely weather he opted to spend his morning tea with the one whose absence left this house just short of paradise.

He was careful to not clank the tray around as he reentered your room and spread open the curtains. However, the moment his fingers pulled the fabric apart the little winged rats announced their presence rather aggressively.

“Fuck off.” Levi threatened with a flick to the glass. His finger came back coated in dust.

"Felicia is a fucking disappointment of a cleaner."

And so the morning was spent sipping on temporary relief and gazing at the embodiment of comfort in your bed until his cup grew vacant. His chair creaked with age as he abandoned his post to refill his energy source.

Time slowed as it did two days ago and it was a miracle he avoided burning his fingers. They froze on the hot kettle as he was electrocuted by a weak gasp.

“Lee-” A desperately familiar voice with the body of a crumb murmured. He whipped around to see his most treasured blend of colors open up into his being.

Conscious.

Looking at him.

Actually at him.

The china fell from his petrified fingers and hit the rug with a bounce.

“Le-vi”

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neonponders · 3 years

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I started writing this very niche au ages ago that @booksfoxesandcoffee and @demogirlfriend tinkered with lol it’s not quite what I wanted, but at least it’s done ~

Based on my post for This Steve with This Billy:

vampire/musician!Steve and mobster!Billy.

TW for briefly mentioned drugs and all manner of vampire things.

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If Billy were being honest with himself, it wasn’t the man’s looks that hooked him. The way a superior dancer stands out in the ensemble, it was the musician’s energy that made Billy’s eyes keep finding him.

Every business that opened his his territory went through Billy’s strict legislature. And the whole city was his to play king.

He didn’t consider himself a strict businessman, but he did attend the new club with regularity to make sure they had what they needed to succeed. If they couldn’t succeed, then they’d have to rebuild elsewhere.

They did succeed. Because they had Steve Harrington.

On paper, he was lead guitarist. An instrumentalist. Vocalist if necessary. Billy Hargrove knew he shined in neon stage lighting and his special trick was swinging the instrument around his body so the guitar switched sides halfway through a song or riff, proving ambidextrous dexterity.

Billy knew Harrington was hard to get ahold of. So far, he’d hosted every member of the band and every guest musician at his VIP table. Harrington always had reasons for leaving directly after a show, which surprised Billy. The man’s band mates clearly revolved around him, looked to him for timing cues, and Billy even had the unique experience of seeing the man smack a drink out of the bassist’s hand because the guy could barely stand.

There was a personality there, and Billy wanted to see it up close. Taste it.

Somehow, Harrington had even avoided being invited to Billy’s table during the mid-show break. Always conveniently disappearing until the second he needed to be on stage.

Until now.

Billy’s guards stood up when Harrington approached with someone held firmly by the scruff of his shirt and jacket. Billy waved them aside, and the musician dumped the guy into Billy’s booth. Some heads turned in their direction, curious for drama but not for long. Anyone who hung around Billy, hungering for his attention, knew to be careful about annoying him.

“Is this one of yours?” Harrington prompted.

“Why would he be?” Billy inquired with a lethargic blink.

“I thought your sort had more class than distributing roofies.”

Billy’s pleased, large feline demeanor sloughed off as he turned his head to the man in his booth. Billy didn’t bother negating Harrington’s accusations. Anybody with sense knew who he was. The only thing that bothered Billy at the moment was the use of some nobody to get the musician’s attention.

“You’re right. He isn’t.”

Just like that, the guards lifted the sorry soul out of his booth and began ushering him out of the club. He made a weak attempt at promising an ability to make Billy money, but the latter wasn’t interested in a business centered around dangerous sex. Billy considered himself a purveyor of the opposite; of passion, and real passion only came when all parties were conscious for it.

“Steve.”

The musician paused to look back at him, already on his way back to the greenroom or wherever he hid in between performances.

“Sit with me.”

Steve’s gaze flicked down to the now available seat next to Billy. “No, thanks.”

As if he could -

He did.

Steve walked away from the table. Billy saw the more discretely dressed guards loitering in the crowd turn and begin to approach Harrington...before distinctly letting him pass.

It was not a regular day that Billy Hargrove’s employees feared someone else more than him.

He pressed his back into the booth, and one of the women sitting along the back of the booth leaned down to hear him. “I want his file.”

“Yes, sir,” she purred. It took no time at all for her to return to his table with Harrington’s business papers. Typical tax form, resume, no cover letter but instead a CD with his music samples.

“What about his background?”

Her nails raked through her long, black hair. She played the part of groupie very well. “We don’t have anything yet.”

Billy found that hard to believe. “He’s worked here for weeks.”

She shrugged a bare, shimmering shoulder. “He hides very well. We’ll have something soon.”

Not soon enough.

Billy took to wandering his club instead of sitting. Why they didn’t just haul the musician into Billy’s office for questioning…no sensible person detonates a bomb without knowing the area is clear. They didn’t know enough about Steve. Whether he belonged to a family scouting the borough before encroaching on Billy’s property.

Would it be their fault for sending in a mole without honoring the proper channels? Yes.

Would it be Billy’s fault for starting an underground war for harming Steve first? Also yes.

So he watched. So he waited. And he began to enjoy this game he and Steve had developed. Because Steve wasn’t as oblivious. He looked pretty—the kind of pretty that some mistake as dumb—but Steve had proven in many, subtle ways just how observant he could be.

The way he managed his band members’ alcohol or obvious drug addictions.

The second time he hauled some petty dealer over to Billy’s booth.

When he flipped Billy off as he walked away after Billy tested, “I noticed you like brunettes.”

“No, you haven’t.”

Steve watched Billy. And Billy watched Steve. At least, Billy suspected. Billy hoped.

The confirmation arrived in the humid alleyway behind his club. He was already itching for a fight. For the last two weeks, a new asshole had been loitering around and inside his business. No one had yet been able to catch him doing anything—until Billy followed him out of the wrong exit. Nobody could use service doors at the back of the building; it was both a safety hazard for civilians to be in the way of delivery trucks, and any squeals about people coming and going from there would have the police riding Billy’s tail.

Then the bastard had the audacity to take two girls who were definitely sporting fake id’s outside.

He slammed the service door against the brick exterior to get their attention. All three of them were huddled and necking between two garbage bins. A real class act.

“Jail bait bimbos, get inside. This asshole can lock himself in a concrete box without your…help.”

The distinct memory of Steve delivering roofy dealers to him flashed in his brain at the sight of the blissed out girls using the alley walls to stay upright. The memory flew out into the main street at the glistening darkness on both of their necks, dripping into their low cut shirts.

In the window of Billy’s surprise, the guy attacked. Slammed Billy right against the other side of the alley, knocking the air out of him—

Billy’s brain couldn’t keep up. But his eyes could.

A large hand gripped the gelled hair and wrenched the guy’s head so far back that Billy heard a threatening pop.

Billy had never stood next to Steve before. He stood just a little taller than Billy—both smaller than the impressive figure he’d watched so many times on stage, but also bigger because he’d never been this close…

Billy was officially having trouble breathing as he watched the man’s wide eyes darting around his sockets despite his broken neck and the disgusting angle of his windpipe.

“This spot’s taken. Tell your hovel to skip town. You won’t get a fourth chance.”

Fourth?

Billy’s eyes stuck on the bloody, long teeth in the man’s gullet before Steve shoved him down the alley. The man landed several yards away—no ordinary shove—but he hauled ass to his feet, head lolling on his shoulders with more sickening crackles.

Billy remained stationary as Steve fixed the shirts and jackets falling on the girls’ shoulders went to hail a cab. One of them recovered faster than the other, and hauled her friend into the vehicle. By this time, Billy managed to say, “What will they do with those stained shirts?”

Steve looked at him, suddenly looking remarkably…normal. Even startled, like he’d forgotten Billy was there. He didn’t hold Billy’s gaze, instead looking a bit downward—

“What will you do about yours?”

Billy frowned, blinking twice before he looked down at himself. It took him a moment to see the difference in his dark blue button-up. But he glistened like the girls did. Slowly, his mind caught up and realized how warm the side of his neck felt, and how gross. Wet. Dry. Sticky. Crusting.

“How did I not even notice?”

Like a dream clinging onto his waking consciousness, the blurry numbness subsided, and Billy realized his throat really fucking hurt.

Steve’s gaze dropped even further, tilting away from Billy as he pointed at the doors. “Go and clean yourself up. Go home.”

Leave it to Billy Hargrove’s pride to stack his spine back together. He stepped off the alley wall and into Steve’s space.

“Don’t—” he turned his face further to the side.

“Explain,” Billy ordered, even as Steve’s hand lifted to cover his mouth.

Steve shook his head a little. “I don’t have to,” he muffled and lifted weary eyes. “Clean yourself up.”

The answers were right there. Yet it seemed…stupid to say any of it out loud. How many movies? Book? Shows?

Instead he said, “Show me.”

Steve’s jaw clenched. “You don’t play with bears like this.”

Billy laughed. He laughed Steve all the way out of the alleyway. Billy only regretted this when the next evening, the secretaries of the business ran through the week’s itinerary. Steve wasn’t scheduled.

A long week progressed of Billy thinking over that night. How the hell a guardian angel with teeth and no wings lived his nights in Billy’s cage and Billy had just…taunted him into slipping right out of the bars.

When another week presented itself with still no sight of his musician, Billy knew he would have more than one inconvenience on his plate. His customers liked Steve. Statistically, the club was fit to bursting since a third more clientele showed up for the band’s gigs. Steve made the barkeeps laugh in between numbers. Billy had always thought he used the alcohol in the greenroom instead of taking up the bars’ time.

Instead he dropped rats right into the king’s lap. Creatures Billy never would have seen unless Steve made them visible.

“Schedule Steve’s group on Sunday.”

His secretary frowned at him. “Am I missing something? We’re off on Sundays.”

“He knows that. Just use whatever number he gave you.”

Billy waited behind the club. Perhaps he should have arranged a specific meeting time instead of just the vague Sunday, but…Steve was punctual to his usual call time. Billy heard his footsteps the same moment the lighter in his hands crackled softly under his cigarette.

Steve approached with his hands in his jean pockets. Then he entered the harsh lighting of the motion-detected beams above the doors. “You don’t look good.”

Because he didn’t. Steve made tired look good but he had met the line between tired and haggard. His lips were chapped and the lights above him put his eye sockets into harsh contrast. Billy missed the lush face he watched bathed in neon stage lights.

Steve only met Billy’s gaze briefly before looking back down the alley. “Haven’t been to the grocery store lately.”

“By ‘groceries,’ do you mean my place?”

“And if I do, then what?”

Billy smirked as easily as blinking. “I don’t recall firing you. You didn’t have to run—”

“Yes, I did. Dipshit.”

Billy moved his tongue over his teeth while he grinned. “Why didn’t you finish what he started? Three easy meals right there.”

“And swell up like a mosquito? Gross.”

Smoke sputtered out of his mouth. “You’re not what I expected. In any regard. It’s a wonder my employees haven’t been inspired by your recklessness. Or my letting you get away with it.”

“There’s no letting anything happen. We’re not all teeth. There’s nothing you could do if we don’t want it to happen. It’s the same on your side for humans.”

Billy’s next exhalation seeped out of his mouth. Slow. “Are you taking your time? Circling a stronger prey?” He tapped the ash off his cigarette, and watched Steve’s irises flick to the movement. “Most people come to me for my looks, money, or power. Is it the same for you?”

“No.”

That might’ve caught Billy off guard, if he didn’t feel gently nailed in place by Steve’s eyes lifting to his own. It was Billy’s turn to look down—down at the fingers grazing Billy’s hand as Steve reached for the cigarette. Took it.

“You’re easy prey because you’re already dying. You smoke a pack of these a day. The rest of the criminal cityscape would celebrate your funeral. A wolf’s goal is to eat. Not bragging rights—well. For the smart ones. We go for what’s easy.”

Glass-blue eyes wandered Steve’s face as he took a long inhalation. “I’ve never been called ‘easy’ in my entire life.”

Steve shrugged and—politely—aimed his lips to the side. Billy wondered how much he’d mind if Steve’s smoke graced his skin. “What can I say? We hunt the same way lions, tigers, and bears to. We go for what’s attainable with minimum effort.”

“You’re lazy.”

That overarching fringe bobbed over his head. Of course Steve had taken the time to style his hair. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

Billy took his cigarette back with a huff. “I’ll decide later how insulted I should be. Until then, you’re the one looking like easy pickings.”

“You haven’t thrown anyone out of your place lately.”

That took an extra minute for Billy to process. “You…huh.”

Steve’s head moved with his eyes rolling onto him. “You don’t really think people in this city leave any bar without a fight, do you? I’ve had plenty of dinners on your tab.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you.”

Steve’s mouth lifted slightly in a skeptical grimace. “What’s the catch?”

Billy took his time with the last drag and stepped on the filter on his way to minimize the distance between them. “Explain to me why some pervert bites me and I’m fighting a hard on for two weeks?”

A rigid second passed, and then Steve crumbled into laughter. He laughed like a kid. A really cute little shit.

As Steve recovered, he heaved, “I’ve never heard anyone complain about the bite boners.”

Billy followed him as he reclined against the alley wall. “How about, instead of avoiding what’s really at play here, you admit to wanting to bite me. You’re usually on top of the rats that enter my business. But not that night.”

Steve stood on his own feet, making Billy feel the one inch he had on him. “And what if I did? What if it wasn’t your smell that made me crave, but jealousy?”

His musician’s bravado flickered when Billy’s tongue traced the edge of his bottom lip. “How do I smell?”

“Like smoked peaches.”

Steve was proving an annoying skill at making Billy dumbfounded. “What?”

He giggled anew. “Are you the type to fuck without kissing?”

Billy absorbed that and returned, “You like to kiss after blowjobs, don’t you?”

Steve wagged his head, so his words drifted back and forth over Billy’s mouth. “Yeah? So what?”

Billy inhaled deeply to make a show of sighing like humoring Steve’s romantic ethics was tiring him out—

Steve’s hands cradled his head with care, the soft sound of Billy’s hair scrunching underneath his fingers filling his ears as Steve licked inside Billy’s mouth. The latter’s jaw went slack, letting Steve in and meeting his tongue to taste him right back. Apart from the smoke, Steve tasted mutely sweet. The way a clean mouth does; the way a man should taste. Billy had always thought the way a person tasted was a uniquely intimate thing. Like a special piece of DNA could only be read with the tongue.

Steve’s tongue retreated so he could fully kiss Billy’s lips. When the lazy, soft pecks seemed to be Steve’s only intent, Billy gripped his shirtfront, the only warning he got before Billy licked the seam of his lips, wanting more. Wanting what they started.

“Mhm…is everything…a power trip with you?” Steve mumbled, but his breath shuddered when Billy pressed his hard groin against Steve’s pelvis.

“Bite me and fuck me—”

The lights went out, because they were tucked far enough behind a garbage bin for the motion detectors to not see them. Steve’s attention moved between these details and he uttered, “Next to the trash?”

Billy growled, “Ughh,” and hauled Steve off the brick and into his off-day business. “I should’ve guessed you were high maintenance.”

But right inside the doors, Billy tapped in the access code to a private elevator. “Where are we going?”

“Top floor penthouse.”

Steve snorted. “You’re like my cockatoo bragging about the highest swing.”

“You have a bird?”

“Yes, I have a bird! A little asshole named, Orchid. He whistles to all of my songs.”

“You’re the strangest excuse for a vampire I’ve ever seen.”

“And you are easy. Thanks for showing me the key to your house.”

Billy looked at him and met a toothy smirk. “Pisces, huh?”

The elevator dinged and Billy was too deep to back out now. He couldn’t tell which of them was the hunter, but he was ready to share a hell of a meal.

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