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Ooookay killjoy suitehearts masterpost here we go, been putting this together for a while now since everyone started posting their suitehearts stuff..
So I kinda have two versions of stories for them, i mean thats the great thing about writing and headcanons is that they can varie from story to story but anyway! this is like their main story and what I'll write if I ever get to writing a story focused on them, and varients of it will be similar with some like little changes if theyre more like background characters in something. But the two versions rn are just this main one and a slightly differing one for some other stuff in my drafts bc this main one is focused in the city bc the suitehearts are just such an underground rebel crew to me versus loud and proud killjoys in the desert, while the variation story is one where they are in the desert, or at least theyre like split between the city and desert, you'll see.
Some like basics before I get into their individual stuff, yeah they have, well mostly have their crazy looks, they're a crew of theater kids lol, not really they just have a sense of whimsy. I'll post art of each of my designs for them eventually their outfits arent as crazy because they have to like be able to fight and run and shit in them, but they stick with the colors and facepaint, because facepaint throws off facial recognition scanners so that the cameras cant track them, so they might as well have fun with it, and they turn it into part of their killjoyesque personas, the facepaint becomes them, marks them as crew and their personas kind of become characters in urban legends that everyone in the citys heard of.
ANYWAY
Dr. Benzedrine
Dr. Benzedrine? More like Mr. Medical Malpractice. Kidding. Mostly. He grew up in a wealthy family with parents that were good citizens and he always wanted to be a scientist or a doctor, to help people, and he was smart and they had money, so he was able to get into school and be just that. To learn all about science and medications and surgery and over the years he moved up the ranks, until he was one of the best surgeons in the city, and one thing about doctors, especially surgeons is that they have to be clear minded, not drugged up and foggy headed. And one thing about being good, about being a respected professional? Its like being an exterminator, you're never off the hook but the people in charge? They dont care as much about the state of your head, as long as you're loyal. So Benzedrine has benefits, and one of them is getting clean, of the decidedly mind altering stuff at least. But with clarity of mind for the first time in his life comes horrifying realization, because as a respected surgeon, he sees shit, because hes working in places that screams echo down the halls of and he can just tell that somethings wrong. He snoops and learns of re-education and of what happens to captured killjoys, interrogations and experiments and those are people and hes sickened. The more he digs the more he learns and the more he develops an intense hatred for better living and maybe he starts.. doing experiments of his own. Beause he works on a lot of respected folks, a lot of higher ups. He never botches a surgery but he starts messing with things, fucks with something while hes at the operating table, something that can't be traced back to him but that'll take the patient out in say, a couple months.
He's never disgusted by what hes doing, only finds pride in it, and maybe his hatred has twisted him but he likes himself better that way. The officials catch him snooping, though, eventually, but luckily they don't expect a thing, especially not when hes grown a master at lying. Because he's a respected doctor that has in their minds proven himself loyal, and when he bullshits his way through them finding him snooping about the lower levels of the hospital, they're nothing but happy at the fact he's grown curious about re-education, in fact they show him around, tell him all about it, their words are all propaganda and lies about how they're helping the people there, of course, but he smiles and nods along and makes comments like he agrees wholeheartedly. They say if hes interested in helping these people too, they can get him a position. He asks of he can still be the top surgeon if he takes up this position too and they say of course! As long as he doesn't overwork himself theyd be glad to have him assert himself in different fields of research.
So, he starts working with the prisoners. Because thats what they are. He sees them come in beaten up and hissing and spitting and he gets to see them grow complacent as they forget their whole lives in favor of some made up sob story and how theyll be so much happier once they're introduced back into society after their treatments. They'll only go on to be sanitation workers or office nuts at best, maybe scarecrows if they seem smart, but half of them will probably be plagued with nightmares once thyre released, broken memories trying to break through the chemical haze. They'll relapse, snap, do something drastic and they'll either be dracced or sent right back here to repeat the process all over again. Re-education isn't a complete fix, a guarantee of normalcy. It'll never be, not as long as they're just traumatizing people and praying they stay comatose long enough to get work done.
Hes there when a new batch of them come in, delinquents from the rebel underground, he learns, which flips his world upside down, theres a rebel underground? And they're apparently dangerous enough to be treated like captured killjoys. He sees these new patients come in in bonds, theres five of them captued, some silent and glaring and the others screaming until theres a needle shoved in their neck.
His new position is that of a twisted sort o psychiatrist, they gave him a whole slideshow to get ready for it. It told him to get in their heads, learn the secrets that interrogations couldnt get out and replace them with better living propaganda, until theyre nothing but smiling citizens ready to be let back into society. It's fucking brainwashing, nothing but, he fucking hates it. But they trusted him to do it and now hes here, but since he's here maybe he can help. Not brainwash these people, but help them, and if theyre really part of a rebellion, maybe if he helps them get out they'll take him with them and he can help people that probably actually need it, not just rich assholes from the center city.
Thats his plan, and it works, it takes a while to get the patients to trust him but once they do, they all get out. Sandman, Crab, and Donnie were all part of that group and its how the four meet and bond and start becoming a crew. Dr Benzedrine picks his name and quickly becomes a very valued member of the resistance because theres medics, but no professionals, let alone surgeons.
Mr. Sandman
Street kid, his parents were ritalin rats that stirred up too much trouble and got dracced when he was pretty young. He was hiding under a bed when it happened and Better Living didn't find him, but they didn't bother looking because he was a poor autistic little kid that they saw no use in. So they left him to his empty shitty little apartment in the slums. They never kicked him out, so hes luckier than most that he still had a place to sleep, but once he ran out of food he had to head to the streets, figure out how to either get food or money to survive. He learned and he grew up dealing illegal merchandise, not as low as you could stoop, but pretty low, low enough that if you're busted you could get dracced. But it kept him just afloat enough to not starve.
Illegal merchandise is stuff like outlawed music and media, cds he burned himself off the originals, cassettes, vhs. Just whatever he could get his hands on. And when he could get a signal, he'd play the stuff over the old radio equipment in his basement, making sure to scramble where the signature was coming from, because he'd definitely be dracced if they found out he was putting that stuff on air. Not like it got out of the city, bli has shit that doesn't let any signals in or out, but once in a very rare while, he'll get some faint killjoy frequencies and record whatever he can onto cassettes.
But even though he was dealing in secret and even though he didn't want to be a cog in the machine, even though he wanted to be one of those juvie halls, the rebels on the streets that you can hear hollaring at night, throwing bricks at scarecrows and running off before facial recognition gets them, he strived to get into the Better Living Academy, because it hasn't crosed his mind that he might not be stuck in battery city yet, like most people that rebel, he doesn't want to be on his streets his whole life, so he tries getting in to learn anything, even to get some shitty cubicle job, as long as it means maybe he could actually afford more than the shit slum slop he pawns for. But at he end of the day, he isn't on his pills and he knows they won't like that if they find out, and they keep turning him away anyway for his temperment, for his oddities, because he's still autistic and the bright lights and white expanse of bli spaces make his head scream and he just doesn't get half the questions they ask him and if he has his own questions, they dont explain things furthur for him.
So he gives up on that plan, whatever, at least he's still got his shit to deal out, at least he isnt drugged up like everyone else he saw in the screening rooms for the academy, all empty in the head. He can think, at least. And he has his music, he likes music.
Then he meets Horseshoe Crab, a really weird fellow who takes most of his stock for a hefty handful of carbons that'll get him along for a couple weeks, and the guys so nice he's suspicious, until their deal is interrupted by an ambush, a patrol scarecrows that must've gotten a tip about them, and Horseshoe pulls out a fucking gun, shoots the two closest ones and takes sandmans arm and has him run. At that sandmans convinced the guys not nice at all, hes just fucking crazy, but he runs away after him anyway because the guy just shot two fucking crows, he knows he'll probably live to see morning of he sticks with him. Turns out Horseshoes a juvie hall, like an actual one, not the brash gangs of kids that run around and say they are, actual juvie halls are untraceable, a solid underground, a real rebellion, well hidden from Better Livings watchful eye, its something you have to be smart enough to find and brave enough to join. And sandmans thrust right into the center of it, just a street dealer that followed a crazy guy with a gun that pulled him into a safehouse in the slums that was down a maze of dark alleys, and theres so much illegal shit inside he kind of wants to call it in just for the hefty reward he could get, but he also kind of wants to drop to his knees and worship it all. Theres books, weapons, color. And a few rough looking people that at their sudden entrance, scan them and one goes. "Dammit, Crab."
Long story short, they're members of the fucking rebellion and theres a short but terrifying debate of whether or not to shoot him, but Horseshoe defends him and it turns out the rebellion likes people that risk their lives to deal rock and roll, because he basically gets an invitation. And well, that was his real dream, the one hes had since he was a little kid, wanting to be those unapologetic rebels in the street messing with bli for shits and giggles. This is obviously more than that, but still. So he accepts, and hes thrust into the center of it all. He has to prove he can be trusted by going on so many missions or passing along packages and illegal goods, but once he's proved hes no rat hes showed the base, how to get into the rebellion underground. Its a scattered maze of random apartments that are safehouses, and then the actual underground shit, the tunnels and whole rooms and shit, the stuff from what Battery City used to be that bli just built over and forgot about.
He and Horseshoe become quick friends and he learns that crabs not just a juvie hall but a zonerunner, that he risks his life sneaking in and out of the city to deliver news and supplies to the killjoys out in the desert and vise versa. Sandman turns out to be quite useful, because hes good with computers and especially, radio equipment, since he grew up with that stuff in his basement and copying all that music and playing some over the frequencies when he could, and he fixes up their old shit and becomes the radio operator of the underground rebellion, the voice of the voiceless. He's basically the cherri cola of battery city, as in hes given the task of feeding news to the juvie halls on the streets and so he's always on the air and monolauging what is just weird poetry or random stories to any untrained ears, but while cherri colas thing is actualy just poetry, sandmans is actually speaking entirely in code that only juvie halls will be able to pick apart, because PAX AM isn't some far off station in the zones like WKIL, no, it broadcasts from inside the walls of battery city and better living could always be listening in. Did I make this his thing entirely to play into the lyric all the walls lean in to listen? Maybe.
Hes actually known as Mr Sandman now, took the codename when he became their radio operator, but the suitehearts aren't a thing yet, no, thats still a long way off. Benzedrine isn't even part of the rebellion yet. He also gets his distinct style, encuraged by the juvie halls who just like killjoys push for everyone to be an individual and fuck the citys mandates, so goth gnc bitch it is. The longer hes in the underground the more disconnected from gender he gets.
There's a raid to the underground, someone must have tipped bli off. A solid blow is dealt to the rebellion in the form of a good number of juvie halls being captured, sandman one of them. Now being some low level dealer can get you dracced, but being a real juvie hall gets you something much worse, re-education, because you have to be smart to be a rebel and have survived this long, and bli can use those smarts, as long as they tear you down to a blank slate first. Thats what re-education is, picking you apart piece by piece, drugging you up and pouring propaganda and altered history down your throat until youre a 'functioning member of society'
He's assumed dead or beyond saving from the mindfuck of re-education by the remaining rebellion, who after this bust has to move base to a different part of the city. But about six months after he was taken and the radio went silent, his voice mysteriously reappears, speaking in code about the old base, where the escaped suitehearts went back to and found abandoned as they expected it to be, but had hopes of scrounging old supplies or this, broadcasting their return.
The juvie halls find them and bring them and the radio equipment to the new base, and Mr Sandman is officially the voice of the voiceless again, now with a crew.
Eventually they get fancy tech or an antennae or something thats just strong enough to get a signal out to the zones, and theres always been a slow feed of news between the killjoys and the juvie halls via zonerunners, and the cnnectiom can still be stratchy, but now on the good days Sandman can talk directly to doctor death defying to get news out to the zones and vice versa.
Horseshoe Crab
The only sand pup of the suitehearts, grew in the zones with his dad, who was in the helium wars, but he was dusted when Crab was about eight and he went right to gravel gerties, where he stayed until he joined a group of the older kids when they left gertie to go on their own, and let him tag along even if he was the youngest of them by far. They were all crash queens and glitter brains and he put up with them for a while, but eventually drifted off on his own, and was sixteen when he forst got hired by Tommy to meet with some runners in zone one when they cane outta the walls and to help them get their supplies back to his shop. These jobs always paid well, with either his share of supplies or a handful of carbons, so he kept doing them and eventually tagged along with the runners to go in-city to the rebels there. He liked it there, oddly enough, liked meeting so many different types of rebels, because killjoys are.. killjoys. Theyre all gearheads and glitterbrains but juvie halls tend to be more serious while still having fun. They understand the risk of what they do. Killjoys are just kids with guns, they have growing up to do or things to lose before theyre level headed enoughfor Crab to feel lile he gets them.
So it becomes his thing, zonerunning, getting supplies out to Tommy's and news into the city and vise versa, he makes friends in the underground and eventually meets sandman, then gets caught with him and meets the others too. He isnt around all the time, still does runs, and takes Benzedrine in and out with him if theres someone in the zones that desperately needs a real doctor.
Donnie the Catcher
Hell of an engineer, even figures out robotics, he grew up working in a garage in the neon district, and as he got older, started helping out androids that needed repairs in secret. Its looked down upon to help androids, simce theyre not human and not seen as human, and thats what their service hubs are for, to request repairs, but he knows theres no real help there, not if they're an older model or anything other than some high ups customized pornodroid. Most droids just end up recycled in the incinerators or rusting in the streets, so he does what he can to help when they start falling apart.
He doesn't agree with bli, with how he treats these people, and when a service droid named Jenny that he's helped a handful of times invites him to the underground, because droids can be juvie halls too, theyve gotta be fukin brave to be, because where human juvie halls will be reducated or dracced, rebelling droids will just be shot for going against their programming. Donnie tells Jenny he has to stay and support his family at the garage, but if he can help out he'd be glad to as long as he can get back to the garage at the end of the day. Thats how he becomes a juvie hall. One day down the line he heads to the base and he was there for maybe a half hour when the raid happened and he was captured with the others. He was newer than sandman and crab and had never really crossed paths with them since he didnt spend a whole lot of time in the underground, so hes meeting them for the first time when theyre brought in for re-education. He was one of the ones that stayed quiet and glared, mostly worried about Jenny, that they were there and maybe caught in the raid, becaue she may be all metal but they totally kissed a couple times.
When they all escape he becomes a full time resident in the underground, knowing he can never go back to the garage a fugitive. But not seeing his family is better than the alternative of having been reducated and torn apart at the seams. Besides, once he's got the suitehearts, they're all inseparable.
That's it, once they're a crew, all their experiences and skills combined, they're a unique group for sure. Sandman and Crab already have their own looks and weird relstionships with gender, but Donnie and Benz have never put much thought into the individuality stuff, Benz a slave to Better Living his whole life and Donnie focused on working and surviving. Eventually they find their weird styles, colors theyre fond of as a fuck you to bli, and then the facepaint, it marks them as a crew and as people ready to fight for their cause. Anyway what if I said Donnie transfem she/he(and yes. rocking the beard) :3
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As for the second version, its mostly the same, its just like.. the zones version for stories where they know they fab four. They're all younger and they're basically split between the city and the zones. Their backstories are pretty much the same except Benzedrine got out before he was even really a surgeon, hes still a damn good doctor though, and Sandman left to be a killjoy instead of sticking around the underground. Crabs still a zonerunner that gets Benz in and out to help people and when hes in the desert he bunks with sandman in his concession stand turned weird little trailer in the outskirts of zone two. And Donnies zoneborn too instead of Mrs androidfucker in the city, shes Sandman's good friend and mechanic when he gets into racing at the crash track. They're all good friends and still very much a crew, theyre based out of he zones, Benz too, theyre just still a bit spread out at times when someone in the underground needs help.
Ugh man is there anything missing idk well if there is I guess I can add it later. Okay the end 👍
#americas suitehearts#the suitehearts#dr benzedrine#mr sandman#donnie the catcher#horseshoe crab#ttlotfk#danger days#the true lives of the fabulous killjoys#corvidscrap
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So I read in your newest fic’s (which IS INCREDIBLE btw you never miss 🩷) notes that you originally conceptualized the fic as being in the vein of “it’s a wonderful life” and I’m wondering…….how do you think that would have gone? Just curious 💕
Ty!! I note that I haven't seen it for quite a few years so it would have been a fairly basic comparison bc I forget the specifics of the context in IAWL, but yes... The spirit of Jordie (or possibly just Kaz's brain pulling a Really Complex Hallucination, I think the idea was it's like a fucking weird dream after he either nearly drowns or gets beaten up) pulls up, and says Hey Kaz Want To Know What Would've Happened If You HAD Died and Kaz is like. 'Um not really actually' but it's too late. I do have a bunch of notes app scraps of it, that I repurposed slightly for the current fic, so I'll paste em under the cut for your perusal. Ultimately I found this way of doing things a bit unsubtle but it was very interesting!
"Is this some guilt complex shit?" said Kaz.
"If you want it to be."
"No, I don't." Kaz wriggled out of the way and got to his feet. "I'm just going to—"
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The sheet was wrenched away.
Kaz had seen plenty of death in the Barrel and on the Barge, and he had known who was going to be under the sheet. It didn't matter. He had to crouch abruptly in the corner before his legs gave way. He clamped his hands over his mouth and tried not to look anywhere in particular— not at Jordie, dead beside him, or Jesper, dead on the morgue table with a set of terrible wounds. He could hear snatches of conversation:
"...ran up debts... gangs... sent debtors after him..."
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"Well, Miss Zenik— I run a little thing called the Hellshow," said Rollins. "Heard of it?"
Nina shook her head.
"Don't," Kaz said, even though it made no difference.
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With a horrified start, Kaz realised it was Wylan; leaning on the wall in neatly re-hemmed Barrel flash and hastily cut hair.
"I want my cut now," he said.
"You'll get a cheque in a few days."
"In cash; now."
"You think I'm running a charity?" said Wylan. "You think all this information and all those chemicals come free? If you want to run this job without me, that's fine. But I won't bail you out of the Stadhall Jail when the Stadwatch grunts catch you with a fucking circular saw at the vault."
Per Haskell exchanged glances with Red Felix and Beetle. Eventually, there was some fumbling, and a wodge of kruge was produced. Wylan took it and counted it.
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Kaz watched him go.
"He won't get out," he said.
"He might," said Jordie.
"He won't," said Kaz. "He can't. He's in too deep, now. He should've folded and left months ago, but he was too conscientious about the money and too anxious about being scammed."
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"I get it, alright?" Kaz said wretchedly. "I get it. I understand."
"Do you?"
"I know I have to live for everyone else to make it, too." Kaz spat. "I know. What do you want me to say?"
"Fate has plans for us all, Kaz."
"Killing her and taking her platitudes? That's fucking rich." Kaz turned and paced the cobbles furiously. "Fuck! Fine! So— what? Go on! Tell me! Give me the moral!"
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It's interesting bc I kinda like the idea (I miss Kaz when he's not there I get very upset when he's not around. Like a baby at a party screaming when everyone holding them isn't the Specific Person They Want) but also I think I'd never have finished this lmao. Also I'd have had to decide if it was a real supernatural kinda thing or if it was just Kaz's brain on a mad one. And like I say, I kinda prefer the ominous absences... To deploy Kaz's favourite tactic, planting an idea but leaving a lack of specifics or certainty, creates a lot more unsease.
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@dragoneyes618 didn’t ask for this one but I think she’ll enjoy this.
I have so many Quasimodo in the Descendants verse headcanons I keep forgetting to write down so here they are.
Quasi is even more horrified than Esmeralda and Phoebus are when he learns Frollo had a daughter. I’ve decided good mental healthcare is A Thing on Auradon so, he would absolutely call his therapist probably immediately for help processing all the feelings—and for tips on how best to help Claudine.
Going off my Deenie headcanobs post for a minute, he’s the first one to figure put she’s autistic—tbh film!Quasi reads as autistic to me—remind me and I’ll make a post about it—so either he picks up on it bc similarities or bc he works w/disabled kids in Auradon and can spot the signs, or my favorite, both.
One thought I’d had is that all the changes in environment, norms, people, sensory stuff, etc., pushes Claudine into the first meltdown she’s had in a literal decade at least, and Phoebus and Esmeralda call Quasi because they don’t know what to do/what’s happening/afterwards Claudine is hiding under some piece of furniture—in my head it’s the kitchen table idk why—and unable to come out, so he comes over and figures it out after like, five minutes—from being so familiar with it.
Quasi knows ASL—or Aurandon’s version—and he teaches it to Deenie because it’s helped sone of his shyer students or students who are semi verbal.
He’s the first person Deenie tells her real name to, and maybe the first person she says anything to.
As much as I love your fanfuc addressing Deenie’s self harm, I think he might be the one to figure out what she’s doing, before anyone else does, but then is conflicted. He knows he should tell someone, but he doesn’t want to undermine the trust she has in him. They might actually fight about it, because I could Deenie becoming a bit of a self righteous jerk when she gets upset/angry enough, as a defense mechanism.
He introduces her to the archdeacon/Friar Tuck and they bond.
Quasi is the one who can, eventually, help her see all the things Frollo was wrong about, because he gets where she’s coming from as far as loving Frollo as her dad/feeling defensive of him/having a hard time trusting the de Chateaupers and everyone else, etc.
She has his phone number—he’s probably the one who explained telephones LOL—and she knows she can call him whenever, day or night, and he’ll talk to her or even come pick her up if she needs a quiet place to be for a while.
He’s made her so many stained glass mobiles and she’s got them hanging everywhere. She starts sewing clothes for his Woden figurines and helping him paint them. He made a model of Aurandon and she likes looking at it because it helps her process how big it is compared to the Isle.
She stays with him and Madeleine a lot, especially when Zephyr has his friends over, because the chaos is too much.
I do think being around her would be hard for Quasi at first, bc I think, just by virtue of her and Frollo being father/daughter instead of master/ servant, that she’d have picked up some of his mannerisms/ways of saying things, and I could see that being triggering.
They do some sort of animal rehab/thwraoy together and it’s adorable.
That’s all I’ve got for now but I’m sure I’ll add more.
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Ummmm I really wanna know more about your WIP 90s romance but horse divorce is calling my name.... Am I allowed the greed of asking about both? 👀
you absolutely are allowed and i'm so glad you asked 👀
i'll get to horse divorce first bc i have more written for this than the ronance one so far but basically i saw a tweet ages ago (i can't remember the account for the life of me bc i just saw it in passing) about steve not being able to pronounce hors-d'oeuvres and saying 'horse divorce' instead which ??? i really disagreed with because that boy probably grew up listening to his rich mother yelling at caterers about hors-d'ouevres and probably had to attend events and shit just to save face so he definitely would know how to pronounce it imo. but eddie on the other hand... the boy has never seen or heard of hors-d'oeuvres in his life
so it kinda blossomed into this idea of a oneshot of established steddie and steve's parents show their faces for the first time in ages because they have some event to attend and they want steve to go with them so they can allude people to believe they're a solid, loving family unit just to save face and give off a good impression to all those rich fancy assholes that will be there. so steve (rightfully) gets annoyed abt it and eddie (bless him) offers to go with him 'as friends' even tho it's way out of his comfort zone to be around all those snobby rich people that would typically look down on him but he wants to be there for his boyfriend for moral support so he can suck it up for one night for steve's sake
so anyway they get to this function and eddie's looking at this fancy menu and cant pronounce half the shit that's on there and steve's just so enamoured with him because he's clearly making so much effort and he just says 'fuck it' and kisses him in front of everyone and ofc his parents are horrified
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So instead he ducks a hand underneath the table and realises just how anxious Eddie is when he rests his hand on his thigh and feels his leg bouncing, clearly jittery and nervous. His fingers dig into Eddie's thigh gently, comfortingly, and within ten seconds he feels the tense muscles under his hand relax, sees Eddie's tongue go back into his mouth from where it's poking out between his lips, sees the crease between his brows start to flatten and ease out.
"Steve?" Eddie whispers after a minute or so, finally tearing nervous eyes away from the menu to lean in close, lowering his voice so only Steve can hear. "What the fuck is a horse divorce?"
For a moment, Steve doesn't have a fucking clue what Eddie's talking about until he jabs a finger at the elegant cursive printed across the menu in his hands.
Steve's eyes lift from the menu to Eddie's face, his expression soft and entirely enamoured when he realises what Eddie had been trying to say.
"What?" Eddie asks, eyes immediately widening in panic. He's been on edge since he got here and it makes Steve's heart ache with adoration, even more so now when he can see the cogs turning in his boyfriend's beautiful head as he tries to figure out what dumb thing he said. "Why are you looking at me like that? What did I do?"
"Hors-d'oeuvres."
Eddie blinks owlishly. "Whore what?"
aaaaand for the 90s ronance fic, i literally have only written two sentences for it so i don't really have a snippet to share for this but the basic premise is running with maya's idea of a stobin spin-off where they move to nyc and just go to loads of clubs and have fun and then they run into nancy in a queer club with a couple of her emerson friends and it's like that one spider-man meme where nancy, robin and steve are all pointing at each other bc gay
but i'm planning to turn this into a multichap if i ever get round to finishing it and it's v ronance centric and explores a lot of lgbt history in the nineties and has grungy robin being a bit freer and more accepting of herself and nancy having really grown into herself outside of her comphet relationships and it's just been super exciting to plan out (and hopefully will be just as exciting to write!)
#thanks for asking love!!#esp abt horse divorce#my silly lil idea that i love sm#and i'm SO excited to get around to writing more 90s ronance i've put so much research into it all
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the nanny | one shot
pairing: levi x reader
word count: 4.6K
tw: dom/sub dynamic, oral (m. receiving)/face fucking/throat fucking, vaginal sex, authority figure (boss), degradation/humiliation/ slut-shaming, infidelity, age gap, name-calling [slut, whore, bitch], daddy kink, size/stretching kink, dumbification, spitting, slapping, impact play [hand/belt], biting, gagging, choking, hair pulling, recorded on a nanny cam, creampie
themes: modern au, smut, possessive dilf levi x nanny reader, he's super mean in this tbh but there's also some soft dom levi at the end, everything in those horrifying warnings ^, trigger warning brief mention of aftercare (lmao sorry guys i'm just here for the breeding)
note: hi guys i don't know what my deal is lately with writing thousands of words of levi brutally dominating me but at least others can benefit off of it too. enjoy my loves<3 (i'm reposting it bc i posted in the middle of the night and like nobody saw it)
Everything started slow.
To begin, the interview process to live-in nanny for the Ackermans took three entire weeks. The pay was worth killing over, and everyone around you was so experienced. They recited anecdotes of time spent with the children of the wealthy and famous and powerful. As a freshman in college with no experience looking for rent money, you figured it would be best to fade into the background at first. You just fidgeted with your hands, trying to stay quiet and avoid Mrs. Ackerman’s hawk-like eyes while still keeping her husband’s generous attention.
You noticed it from the first day. From the second you saw him, your knees were weak and your heart pounded between your legs. Deep, captivating irises the color of storm clouds followed every move you made, shooting you sly winks when his wife’s attention was directed elsewhere. All of the other young girls and people without five or more years of experience were cut after the first interview — except you, of course.
He made his move slow, too. Four months after you were hired, you received the first of many messages from Mr. Ackerman — Levi, he’d asked you to call him that night. You stayed up until morning talking to him, venturing over to suggestive conversation around five o’clock. He’s typically so dry and reserved, but he worshiped every nude photo you sent him with praise. He’d describe his fantasies to you, detailing every depraved thing he wanted to do to you despite the twenty years that separate you. And you loved it. You still do. You love him.
Levi hadn’t touched you yet, after another three months of doing this routine damn near every night. The closest he’d come was whispering in your ear about how irresistible you looked when you were free from prying eyes. Sometimes he’d send you naughty texts across the kitchen table from Mrs. Ackerman’s side, hungry eyes watching as you blush and squeeze your legs together, but that’s as far as he would go. So, growing impatient, you started seeing someone: a sophomore business major named Eren Jaeger.
In hindsight, your actions weren’t exactly the most calculated. At the permission of Mrs. Ackerman, you had Eren over while the couple and their son took a vacation to Europe. Once everyone had gone, you and your new fling had a romantic stay-cation. What you did not account for, however, was the nanny cam that sits on the mantle above the fireplace.
Which is how you got to where you are now.
Mrs. Ackerman and their son, Farlan, are gone at the movie theatre, leaving only you and Levi in the house alone. When she mentioned it yesterday evening, you were aching with excitement. Now, you’re overcome with dread.
Levi sits next to you on the soft, brown suede couch, the typical flat expression on his chiseled face. Thirty seconds ago, he had pulled you from the laundry room by your wrist without a word and tossed you down to sit here. Needless to say, your heart is in your throat. As the footage of Eren rough fucking you over the arm of the same brown sofa plays on the flatscreen, it goes totally numb.
Your eyes shoot open as you turn to gawk at Levi, but he’s just facing forward with his jaw set tight. Paralyzed with shock, you lock your gaze back on the video. You silently give thanks that the camera didn’t record audio as Eren yanks a fistful of your hair back and says something vulgar in your ear, fucking you harder and landing a firm smack on your ass.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Levi asks, not taking his eyes off of the television as he finally addresses you. While he speaks, Eren shoves your face down into the couch cushion as you writhe underneath him, clearly cumming hard.
You swallow, feeling your nails start to dig into your palms as you see Eren put you on your knees and tap the head of his dick against your tongue. “I didn’t know we were um —” you stammer, seeing yourself swallow Eren’s load and smile up at him. “Exclusive,” you finish.
Levi chuckles, pressing a button on the remote and skipping to another video. Eren’s pinning you against the wall by your throat, your thighs wrapped around his hips and his dick pounding into you. You wince as you watch him spit on your face, and your eyes squint shut when you smile wide and open your mouth wider for more. You hear Mr. Ackerman’s belt buckle clink.
Five minutes of scolding and heavy petting later, your newly naked back is flat against the front of the sofa, Levi’s rough hold on your hair pinning your head back on the cushion as the head of his thick, pulsing cock pushes at your lips. Your eyes are wide and innocent, although the slick from your cunt is starting to leak onto your thighs as you admire the angle of his jaw. “Stupid fucking slut,” he insults you, slate-colored eyes full of fire. A sweet, desperate moan vibrates into him as you squirm under his grip.
“You couldn’t wait a couple of months? You’re that desperate to get fucked, huh?“ Mr. Ackerman growls, pushing his length past your teeth and wedging your mouth open wide. You whine against it as it inches deeper, creeping to the back of your throat. His dick is intimidating; the thickness alone has your jaw aching before he’s even gotten started. The puffy vein along the bottom pulsates against your tongue, a threatening countdown.
Levi lets out a breathy moan as he rocks his hips slowly, not pushing further. “You looked like you loved sucking his cock, didn’t you? Letting him cum in my tight little throat,” he scolds, pulling hard on your hair until you look him in the eyes. “Petra says it’s Grisha Jaeger’s son, is that right?”
You nod, your mouth too preoccupied with Levi’s painful girth to speak as you cower underneath him. He pats your cheek twice. “Good girl,” he praises. “Maybe I’ll let you cum after all.”
Without warning, he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock in your mouth until your lips are flush with the hilt. Your eyes water before fluttering shut as you lament the sharp sting of your throat stretching like rubber around him, a muffled cry escaping your taut lips. Levi starts thrusting without allowing you to adjust, his low, pleasured growl sending chills down your spine as saliva starts to froth at your lips. The pain is more thrilling than anything — the feeling of him pulsing in your mouth and the sounds of approval leaving his parted lips are so sweet that you don’t mind it in the slightest.
“I hope I don’t see him around anytime soon,” Mr. Ackerman admits as he pumps in and out of your inexperienced throat, drawing a series of harsh gags from your drooling mouth. “If I can’t get my anger out on this pretty pussy, I’m afraid I might end up with an assault charge.” Levi chuckles, wrapping a firm hand around your neck and squeezing just hard enough to make your head buzz and your cunt throb. “You wouldn’t want me to go away to jail, would you, princess?” he asks, slowing his strokes as you try to catch your breath underneath him.
You shake your head back and forth, Mr. Ackerman’s dick poking against the insides of both your cheeks as you move, and he smirks down at you. “You’re so well-behaved. It’s a fucking shame you can’t keep those pretty legs closed, or I wouldn’t be so harsh with you.” Levi’s length strokes slowly back and forth in your mouth before planting deep in your loosened throat again, and he unwraps his hand from around your neck. “Apologize to me. I want complete sentences — at least three. Make it clear or you’ll start over.”
You knit your eyebrows together before your muscles constrict around his cock and another gag erupts from your tired mouth. “Levi —“ you begin, but break off as soon as you hear it come out closer to gibberish.
He tuts three times. “Come on, little girl. I know you can do better than that,” Mr. Ackerman mocks you, stuffing himself a little further down your throat. You open your mouth as wide as you can, but Levi’s overbearing size doesn’t allow more than a centimeter to move your mouth.
Each nasty late-night conversation with the married man speeds behind your eyes as you decide how to best gain his favor. Every word comes out muddled, but he grins down at you when you speak. “I’m so sorry for what I did,” you begin, putting every individual brain cell into enunciating your words around the massive gag. “I shouldn’t have let him have your pussy, daddy.” You suck in a breath through your nose. “I’m a stupid slut.”
A faint, staccato sting in your cheek makes you moan instinctively in pleasure as Levi’s hand comes across your face. “Not good enough. Do it again,” he demands.
Your jaw starts to ache as his cock sits still in your mouth. Pleading with your eyes, you recite your apology over. “I’m so sorry for what I —“
Another light smack stings at your cheek, pulling a wince out of you. “Start over. You took the Jaeger boy’s cock down your throat so easy, baby girl. What’s the problem now?”
“He’s not as big as you,” you answer honestly, feeling his dick twitch in your mouth as you try to speak around it. You take it even slower than before this time, sounding out every syllable. “I’m so sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have let him have your pussy, daddy. I’m a stupid slut,” you say, leaning into his hand as he threateningly caresses your cheek, just waiting for you to stutter.
Levi’s cock slides out of your mouth slowly, pulling long strings of your spit along with it and leaving your throat feeling hollow. The pain in your scalp has long been numbed, but you notice that his grip on your hair doesn’t relax. Drops of your saliva hit the hardwood floor as his dick stands engorged in front of you, but you can only focus on his gorgeous face.
“I still don’t forgive you, of course, but you’ve put me in a better mood,” he says, sweeping his fingers over your cheeks and making you whimper. “I’ll let you decide what I’ll do to you, since you’ve been such a sweet little thing.” Levi swishes something in his cheeks before speaking up again. “Open your fucking mouth,” he demands, and you obey immediately. Jerking your hair a little harder, he spits harshly onto your tongue before clamping your jaw shut with one hand. “Swallow it. What a good little bitch.”
His gray eyes hold tight to you as he fixates on the sight of your bobbing neck, his warm saliva running down your sore throat while his cock stays throbbing in front of your face. He looks at you expectantly, and you remember your other task. The yearning between your thighs takes over your tongue as you speak, leaving your filter behind. ”I want you to use me like a fuck doll,” you plead, feeling your walls clench around empty space as you give him your widest puppy-dog eyes.
“Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” he asks, pausing to brush his thumb over your bottom lip as his irises shift to a deep, dark charcoal color. “I won’t fuck you as gently as those little boys you’re used to. I’m going to make you fucking cry. Is that what you want?”
You shudder at Mr. Ackerman’s threat, but it makes your core throb with need. “Please, daddy,” you whine, trailing off into a sharp yelp as Levi yanks your hair back harder.
You fall to the ground with a thump when he lets you go, stepping back to pull his shirt from his toned torso as you struggle to get reoriented. He yanks his belt free from the loops of his jeans, folding the black material in half twice and squeezing it firm in his fist. “Go get on the chaise,” Levi commands, gesturing to the long, leather chair on the right wall. “I want you face down, ass in the air, with your pussy spread open for me. Do you understand?”
You nod slowly, the belt in his hand sending a shiver down your neck. As you stumble over to the chaise, Mr. Ackerman has more orders. “Grab the camera from the mantle and put it in front of your beautiful face.”
Sucking in a gasp, your eyes shoot to the camera. Again, you’ve let it catch you being dominated in the Ackermans’ living room. “Yes sir,” you squeak, hesitantly plucking the near-invisible black sphere from above the fireplace on your trek to the chair. You lean into the cool leather with your knees, crawling forward on your forearms until your ass sits just at the edge for your employer’s convenience. Extending your arms forward, you nestle the little camera in the crease between the cushions and bury your face deep into a yellow throw pillow.
The only warning is the quiet click of footsteps against the floor before Levi’s thick, hot length slides scarcely against your clit to rest between your thighs. “Can you hold still, or do I need to tie you down for this?” he asks condescendingly, palming one of your asscheeks in his large, rough hands.
You try to think quickly as you suck in a sharp breath. “Are you fucking me, or are you spanking me, sir?” you inquire, trying to sound as well-mannered as possible. A whimper escapes your lips as he rubs circles around your hole with one finger, and you push yourself back against it gently.
Levi chuckles, dipping the tip of his finger into your cunt before pulling it back out and tracing circles again. “I won’t punish you because I know this is your first time, but you’d be better off only speaking when prompted if you don’t want me to leave a mark on your pretty face.” He grinds himself against you, the pulsing skin of his dick brushing against your sensitive, needy core. You buck your hips back, but he doesn’t let you move.
Mr. Ackerman’s cheek brushes behind your ear as his lips come to rest on the lobe. “Stay still for me like a good whore,” he murmurs, sending static through your body. “I’d hate to bruise these sexy little legs by mistake because you couldn’t stop squirming like a bitch in heat.” Levi pulls away from you to stand up straight, leaving his dick in the same torturous position as the sound of the belt snapping behind you makes you flinch.
The cool, smooth leather drags across the skin of your left asscheek, making figure-eights just to watch you shiver. You take in a deep breath as you wait for the first impact, but it doesn’t come. “How many times did you cum for him when I wasn’t here?” he asks, slapping your right cheek lightly with his free hand to get your attention.
You think, trying to count in your head while Levi gropes you possessively. “Eight, sir,” you reply nervously, chewing on your lip before tacking on, “I’m so sorry.”
A loud, unforgiving pop sounds in your ears before the pain of the belt landing hard on your ass registers, a raspy moan tearing out of your chest.
“From this point forward, you will not speak to me unless spoken to.” Pop. A yelp. “You’ll keep this pretty cunt nice and still for me,” Pop, on the right cheek. On the already red and aching left side, Mr. Ackerman lets the belt down again twice as hard. Crack. You squeal. “You’ll do as I say when I say it,” Crack. He massages his hand across one cheek. Pop. Pop. Your high-pitched cries just grow louder. “And you’ll lay there and take it until I’m finished with you.” Crack. You whine out at the eighth lick, the raw, bruising skin on your ass cheeks stinging like a thousand papercuts. “Can you do that for me?”
Your breath catches in your throat as his length starts to slide backwards, moving to position himself at your entrance. “Yes, sir,” you breathe, nodding your head eagerly into the soft pillow.
As the head presses at your tight, restricting hole, you realize you haven’t had a chance to loosen up at all. Levi pushes harshly against the gate, but it won’t open for him. “Too big, daddy,” you say in a muffled sigh as you rock your hips back against him. Sharp, sudden pain shoots through you when his palm smacks flat against the reddest spot on your ass, making you shout.
A wet splash of Mr. Ackerman’s spit hits the back of your neck, and his tip pushes harder against your cunt. “Are you fucking stupid? I didn’t ask you a question,” he sneers, suddenly gripping your hip bones so tight that little yellow bruises are already beginning to form.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” you moan, grinding back against him and enduring the sting of his thick, rigid cock stretching past your opening. “I’ve never had one this big,” you pant, clenching around the head as he thrusts himself in. “Need you to loosen it up for me.”
The growl that sounds behind you is so animalistic that you aren’t entirely sure it came from your lover as Levi plants one harsh hand on the back of your head and lays an intricate assault on your swollen clit with the other. His already rough thrusts become twice as intense, stretching your slick, velvet walls around him as he forces his way into you. The extreme, unrelenting waves of pleasure from his fingertips dancing over the sensitive little nub fill up your throat with squeals of ecstasy that distract you from the impossibly thick cock pushing further and further towards your cervix.
“Fuck, baby,” Levi groans. “It’s so goddamn tight. Like a fucking virgin.” Sharp canines embed on your shoulder blade, stifling a long, low moan. “I haven’t had pussy like this in a long time.” He’s halfway in now, and you already feel yourself teetering on your orgasm. His circles around your clit become overwhelming as he presses his fingers in deeper.
“Keep taking it, slut. Nobody else will want you when I’m done with you, you hear me?” Levi shoves his length a little deeper, making you cry out. Still, you rock your hips back against him, desperate to take all of it. “I’m going to stretch your cunt until you fit me like a cocksleeve. Will every frat boy in the city still want to bend you over my sofa when you’re loose and fucked out? You’ll be following me around on your hands and knees like a little bitch in a few hours, I fucking promise.”
Mr. Ackerman has always been a man of his word — which is confirmed once again by the way your vision whites out when he finally submerges his length to the hilt. The pain is gone in an instant as the head of his swollen cock batters into the deepest part of you, morphing into a feeling of complete and utter fullness. His dick brushes against every corner of your soaking core, filling you with a satisfaction you’ve never before experienced.
The belt smacks against your ass again, making you flinch. “Be fucking still,” Levi scolds, and you do your best to obey. The constant, rhythmic waves of pleasure from his relentless pounding and the overwhelming electricity of his fingers at your clit are more than enough to distract from the pain. As the second lick lands with a snap, you let out a breathy moan.
The winding coil in your stomach is suddenly rolled tight as Levi fucks into you roughly, taking the hand off your head to wrap it tight around your throat. Your cunt clenches around him with urgency, begging your mouth to tell him you need to cum, but you’re afraid to speak out of turn with your orgasm so near — and so easily taken away.
He lands three more stinging licks over the next minute or so, alternating from one cheek to the other as a static feeling starts to wash over your bruised and welted skin. Still, you stifle your cries and protests until you hear the silver buckle clatter against the hardwood.
“You feel so good, baby,” Mr. Ackerman praises you as he deepens his strokes. “How do you feel? Are you okay?” he asks, rubbing one of the welts on your ass with a warm hand.
“Mm, love it, daddy,” you mumble out, drool starting to leak out on the chaise. “Need to cum.”
Shaking your ass against him, you lift your head to look over your shoulder. Levi looks like a god — his tousled black hair is slick with sweat around the ends, little drops trickling down his pointed nose and angular jaw. Plush, pink lips are parted to expose white teeth and a panting tongue.
“You can cum for me, princess,” he approves, pulling back his merciless assault on your clit to let you ride out your orgasm. Your toes are numb and your vision is static as your walls twitch and convulse around his cock, a loud, shameless moan leaving you as you release.
Levi thrusts steadily until you’ve come back to Earth before pulling out of you and flipping you to your back in one fluid motion. Your knees touch your shoulders as he pushes up your legs, and you reach to hold them in place. “Good girl,” he praises you, running one hand down your stomach and looping his thumb around your sensitive clit.
He positions his hips parallel to your thighs as he lines himself up at your entrance, pumping his length in one hand twice before starting to press in. You whine as his cock stuffs you full again, the tip prodding at the very back of your cunt as he rocks into you, picking up the pace. Levi’s hands pinch and poke at your nipples, making you squeal when he pulls on one harshly, before dropping it and planting a wonderfully painful smack on your sensitive breast.
“This is better,” he moans as he thrusts deeply, kneading your tits with a rough grip. “I didn’t think you’d get all sweet and stupid so quickly, angel,” Mr. Ackerman admits, leaning down to press his forehead against yours as the room spins around you. “Makes it hard to stay upset with you.” His hands run down to rest on your hips, drawing circles with his thumbs. If your mind wasn’t so cloudy, you’d be brimming with anxiety at the puffs of his breath hitting your face, not to mention the alluring stare his slate-colored eyes lock you into, only an inch from your own.
Each individual cell in your body tingles when Levi’s soft, salty lips brush against yours, hesitant at first and then immediately overwhelming. He kisses you deeply, slipping his tongue past the threshold to entangle with yours as his length rocks steadily against your depths. Tired, sweaty limbs wrap around his body without asking your permission, locking your ankles at the small of his back and digging your fingers beneath his shoulder blades. His strokes lose their rough, unforgiving edge as they morph into something slow, deep, and passionate.
Cold air stings your lips when he pulls free from them, peppering kisses down your jaw as his cock rakes against your pulsating walls. “So good, baby,” Mr. Ackerman murmurs into your neck. “Maybe I’ll save the crying for next time. Would you like that?”
A whimper gasps out of you as the head pushes against your sweet spot again. “Yes— fuck. Yes, sir. Can I cum, please?” you ask innocently, running your hands over his shoulders to trace the muscles of his marble-smooth chest and abdomen, sweetly and convincingly as possible. The knots in your stomach will soon untie on their own if he doesn’t give you the green light.
Levi’s lips come to brush gently over yours again as his pace picks up just slightly, weaving his hands beneath you to wrap his tense, strong arms around your back. He moans quietly into your skin before he says, “You can wait for me, princess. I’m close.” Mr. Ackerman’s lips take onto yours before you can think to reply, pushing his tongue past your teeth and kissing you deeper than before.
His cock pulls out to the very tip before sliding down to the hilt again, slow but intense as he repeats the motion rhythmically. The taste of hibiscus tea radiating off of his wandering tongue is the only thing you can think about as you whine steadily into Levi’s mouth. Stiff, painful pressure shoves at the gates of your climax as his long, languid thrusts throb inside of your cunt.
Mr. Ackerman’ swollen, red lips pull off of yours with a pop, remaining parted beneath a drawn brow as he accelerates his pace — which is beginning to become sloppier by the second. The sweat collecting on his forehead is cool against yours as he presses your noses together, staring down at you through heavily lidded eyes. “Tell me you love me,” Levi murmurs, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
Your eyes are rolling back in your head, so surely it couldn’t be admissible as evidence — but you don’t hesitate before, “I love you, daddy,” rolls off of your tongue.
A husky moan falls from his mouth as he squints his eyes shut, brushing a chaste kiss over your lips before speaking again. “Are you ready to cum when I say so, my love?” he whispers, and you nod your head desperately against him. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. Are you going to give my pussy away again?” Mr. Ackerman inquires breathlessly.
“No, sir,” you answer, feeling yourself clench around him as your release threatens to break free before he allows it to.
“Cum for me, baby girl,” Levi pants, attaching his sweet, hungry lips to yours as the sky breaks apart around you. Your orgasm bursts through you like a shotgun, blurring your vision and squeezing every muscle in, compacted tight. Most overwhelming is your pulsing, over-sensitive cunt as it milks his throbbing cock, which he’s buried snug and deep against your spot just to see you writhe.
Levi’s low groans of pleasure as he twitches inside of you bring you back from paradise as he sinks a bit more of his weight onto you, beginning to come down. His shoulders rise and fall heavily while he leans in to kiss you one more quick time, pecking the tip of your nose on his way back. An uncomfortable hollow feeling radiates through you as he pulls himself free from your newly stretched hole, although the hot stream of Levi’s cum leaking down your thigh brings you a bit of comfort.
You feel his warm, calloused hands before anything else as he lifts you bridal style off of the chaise, holding your head against his chest as he adjusts your positioning. The smell of bourbon and mint and Pine Sol floods your nose when you nuzzle it into his bare skin, eyes fluttering shut, as Levi’s feet start towards what you presume will be the soft, comfortable king-sized bed in the furthest room to the right.
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part two | masterlist
#aot#snk#snk x reader#attack on titan#levi x reader#levi attack on titan#levi ackerman#levi#dom levi#daddy k!nk#daddy levi#dilf levi#babysitter#levi ackerman smut#aot smut#degradation kink#name calling#married man#agegap#snk oneshot#aot levi#levi aot#modern au#levi ackerman oneshot#levi ackerman x reader#slapping#facefucked#hatefuck#roughfuck#soft dom
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『MTL likely to expose your relationship』
MTL scenario, NCT DREAM
a/n: hi, no one asked for this, I just did it anyway, enjoy it <3
𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: CRACK (⍢)??
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: idk man, I think none, but I do swear a lot so
disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © lvlyhao 2022.
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MOST chenle, mark, haechan, jaemin/jeno, renjun, jisung LEAST
Chenle
ok hear me out
it’s not like he wanted to expose the two of you on a v-live
it’s just that he doesn’t think things through enough to stop it from happening lmao
chenle is BLUNT
and he’s not too interested in keeping his idol image clean
+ he really hates the way his company wants them to play into the whole girlfriend thing with the fans
cus it really is weird, we all know it
so i reckon it’d happen while reading comments
someone would say like “chenle please marry me oppa ” and he’d go
“lol no i’m already taken”
renjun, who was with him for the live, looks horrified for about 2 seconds before breaking into a song to distract everyone
(didn’t really work but +10 points for trying)
feels bad bc he didn’t want to out the relationship without your consent but he’s more focused on handling it well, now that it’s already happened
Mark
ok i feel bad for him in this scenario
mark would try really hard to keep everything about your relationship in private, cus he doesn’t want anything to come between you right
having said that, he’s also v v whipped
and when it comes to you, he,,, loses it a bit
and unlike chenle, who registers what he said after a couple seconds, he’d be blissfully unaware about it
until after the live is over and his managers are freaking out lol
and it would all happen over the dumbest thing
he’d be with doyoung and johnny, just chilling, when he picks up his phone at the exact moment you text him
and he’d punch johnny’s shoulder and be like “YO y/n just sent me the funniest dog picture dude”
and god bless doyoung, who went “huh? jeno? HAHAHAHA YEAH jeno has such good,,,, dog pictures”
“no but i didn’t say jeno i said—”
and then johnny started talking, making up some random story about jeno to pretend nothing was out of control <3
Haechan
lol
honestly he’d blame all of this on poor mark
cus the mark incident happened and he’d make fun of him for like 4 weeks for outing the relationship
and he’d get WAY too confident about keeping yours a secret
aka he screwed up bc he was pretty sure he couldn’t possibly screw up
was doing a live with taeil and taeil would innocently ask about the bracelet he was wearing, having NO IDEA it was a couple thing
and this dumbass would tell him how he got it at swarovski a few days ago to match with <3<3someone<3<3
if you look very closely, you can see taeil’s soul leaving his body right here
hyuck’s 2 brain cells were collapsing
and there was just this awful, awkward silence for some moments before he just
“YEAH ANYWAY everyone, we have to end the v-live here—”
probably cried in his bed that night
Jaemin/Jeno
i put them together bc i think the chances of either of them outing their relationships are very, very low
but never 0
if it happened at all, it probably wouldn’t be the same way as the others
they wouldn’t talk about you
for jeno, i think it would be a 7dream live to promote their latest comeback and it would all be going so so so well
until you walk by the room they’re in to get some water or whatever
and jeno is just
staring so fucking much lmaaaao
like his eyes follow you there and back and his expression is just :]
then someone slaps his knees like “boy tf you doing” and he’s back into it
but of course the fans took notice of it and connected it to something prior, like a new ring he had been wearing these days
and then it’s done lol poor dude
i pity jaemin even more
it was just the wrong timing and wrong place
he’d be live with jisung, sitting on the couch with his phone on the coffee table in front of them
and god
the one time he doesn’t put the screen down
you call, getting out of work or classes or smth
and everyone can see painfully clear that the contact name is “cutie pie ”
honestly i think the fans as a whole would brush it off with something like “ah thats probably jeno”
if jisung hadn’t looked so absolutely terrified
his face in an utter panic said everything
Renjun
renjun is another member i’m 100% sure would never expose the relationship himself
he just wouldn’t
he does his best to never get anywhere NEAR any subjects that would point towards you
and just avoid anything that includes you altogether while he’s working
so having said that, another member would expose it lmao
i’m thinking maybe someone from china line, like yangyang
cus we all saw that time yangyang nearly sang WAP during a live right
he has no filter
and very little fear of consequences
so yeah, i say it’s him
they’d be doing a live over at wayv’s dorms and yangyang would accidentally tell a story involving you lol
renjun would shut him up pretty quickly but the damage is done
and i’m not saying renjun would try to strangle yangyang for it but that’s exactly what i’m saying
rip yangster
Jisung
so proud of having him in the last place <3
you’d probably be his first serious relationship or one of the firsts
and he’d just never never never never want to mess it up in any way
he has way too much fear of losing/hurting you
so you can bet your ass he is not letting it happen
not now, not ever
he’s really not much of a serious or level-headed person in general but if it concerns you, he is NOT! HAVING! IT!!!
i swear if he hears the first syllable of your name he is shutting everyone up, ending the live and getting his bags to move with you to peru
he just
never spills it and makes sure no one else does it either
the end
#nct dream#nct dream mtl#nct dream reaction#mark lee#renjun#lee jeno#na jaemin#haechan#nct jisung#chenle#cherry writes
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After seeing your marriage hc’s I’d like to request hc’s of Hawks, Aizawa, Bakugo, and Shinsou reacting to their wife’s water breaking prematurely and at random. Mainly like everyone’s at a party and having a good time and suddenly someone’s like “Y/N, did you spill something?” Y/N:*doesn’t have a drink on her so she’s confused until she looks down and realizes what happened* OH-
💀💀💀💀 ok but all these guys' babies coming out whenever they foken want is a headcanon by itself, like we all know they'd be like their fathers coming and going whenever they feel like and that kills me akjdksjsj this ask made me laugh so hard but omg i felt the embarrassment when writing, send help I—
Hawks:
× your due date was approaching quickly and Hawks was so attentive it hurt
× you had to insist to go out with you friends because bird-brain was getting very worried/protective
× you finally came to an agreement: lowkey party at your house BUT you're not moving a finger
× like you could; Keigo would jump up and grab anything for you and for everyone else
× the good thing is that you ordered takeout and your friends brought goodies, much like Hawks himself so you just sat and talked with everyone while he looked at you with stars in his eyes
× everyone was talking about your future baby and just celebrating the new life about to come around and I swear, this man's feathers puffed proudly every single time
× you had such a great time, enjoying the laughter and good energy you were surrounded by when you got thirsty
× Keigo was in the kitchen, his feathers bringing some sweets for everyone in the living room so you got up [ struggled to ] and headed towards his direction
× Mirko was the one that pointed it out as she was assigned the duty to follow you around [ while she made fun of Keigo for being a mama hen but ok ]
× "Hey, [Y/N], did you drop something on you...?"
× you couldn't even see bc of your belly but you definitely heard a crash in the kitchen and some rushed steps
× as fast as humanly possible, your husband was by your side wide eyed
× "What happened?" he asked trying to be casual but his eyes roamed over you until they landed under your feet...
× "I didn't drop anything, I just wanted some water—"
× "You should have told me, birdie. Wait... Where did you get the water then?"
× "I didn't...?"
× everyone kinda stared confused until one of your friends started panicking because the heroes there were just confused???
× "Wait, you broke waters!"
× "oh, right" you mutter while honey colored eyes stare at you in shock
× how did you both forget about that? you talked about it some days ago, like—
× Panic! Hidden by a casual attitude
× meanwhile now you're embarrassed because what the hell, mini-bird?
× he orders his feathers to clean around but fails miserably while trying to grab clothes for your hospital stay
× your friends have to calm him down as they offered to help clean up and you're just embarrassed because c'mon, man
× i swear, this man does it in a rush anyway and asks everyone to keep calm [ 🙄 ] while he takes his little angel to the hospital
× car ride? lmfao have fun flying, this is an eMeRgEnCy [ trust me, you're always safe with him, no doubt of that ]
× you try to open your mouth but he's just reassuring you; "You're doing amazing, angel."; "Just a little longer and we're there!"; meanwhile you haven't fucking changed your wet clothes and were getting annoyed
× bursts into the hospital like he owns it
× guess who's sent back home and told to come back when the contraptions get stronger? mhm.
× you almost smack him bc he literally gave you no time to talk once you're back at home
× he's a dumb bird but he's your dumb bird 💕
× [ your friends stayed to clean up the dishes just to easen your burden so you find them there when you come back. they had a great time laughing at your husband before they left you with the promise they'll visit asap at the hospital ]
× honestly he's normally very calm and calculating but this time around the nervousness of being a father got to him, so please forgive him
Aizawa Shouta:
× the most chill of them all and that's very reassuring for someone who is pregnant
× you've promised him you'd take things easy and not force yourself to do much
× and even if you wanted to, honestly you couldn't
× but he's been such an amazing person to you, made you lunches, gave you back massages, did all the tough tasks around the house 🥺 so when he forgot his lunch at home, rare of him, you wanted to surprise him, completely forgetting the school had one of the best chef in the world;;;
× your body was screaming for some fresh air too so you decided to go towards U.A.
× it wasn't a long walk, really, since he had to be close to the school anyway
× so when you arrived at mid-day the first person to greet you was principal Nezu and trust me, he was so excited to see you after so long!
× he accompanied you to the teachers' room where they had all their desks already knowing he would be there shortly
× you greet All Might, which beamed to see you and started a small conversation
× the bell rang, indicated class finished and lunchbreak starter which made you excited to know you'll see your husband shortly
× and you knew he was approaching when a loud voice could be heard on the hallways
× the door opened, Shouta and Yamada walking in, the blond talking excitedly until it stopped
× "[Y/N], so good to see you!" He screamed
× Shouta's eyes snapped towards you in surprise and he walked to you in a faster pace than before
× he ignored everyone else as he scolded you "Didn't we agree you'd take it easy?"
× "Well, good to see you too" 😒😤
× a quick banter takes over you two as you hugged Hizashi and handled your husband his lunch
× "You should sit down" Nezu suggested and you started to feel the ache of walking, so you moved towards one of the chairs with Aizawa's help
× "Seriously, you're more stubborn than my students" he'd mutter, nudging your shoulder slightly, all through a smile
× but before you could reach the chair you felt it, the water running from between your legs;;;
× you gripped his hand harshly and Hizashi screamed
× "What tHe HeLL diD I STEP ON?!???"
× the mf was following you two suggesting to eat lunch together and?????
× ok, so everyone freezes until Nezu clears his throat;;;
× "I'll call Chiyo, you two wait right here!" he escapes, All Might somehow on his toes
× you turn your head towards Aizawa horrified about to suggest cleaning the mess up before getting ready to leave when...
× "WAIT, I STEPPED ON BABY JUICE!?"
× Recovery Girl came around but was pleased to know both of you were prepared for this moment, although she did have to wake Hizashi up, since he fainted; Shouta, being the big boy he is, cleaned the floor without making a big deal out of it
× at the end of the day all you could do was smile before realizing what's about to come; your baby will be surrounded by amazing people and it's all that mattered
Bakugou Katsuki:
× this guy prepares in secret; don't question all the baby books you find sneaked around the house like it's not your damned home too but whatever;;;
× Bakugou is very protective over you, he also takes charge of everything, which makes you feel bad bc you seriously feel like you can't do anything anymore
× it happened at the Bakugou household [ your in laws excitedly invited you over the phone but also suggested that they could drop by if you weren't in conditions to go there ]
× you put your foot down and said you would, knowing it would freak your husband out and guess what? it did
× but you really wanted to go out, you felt extremely bored and babied at home and were in need of social interactions
× "I swear I married the most stubborn dumbass ever—" he'd mutter as he drove you both there
× dinner was amazing, as always, and Mitsuki was making it even better by telling you funny stories from Katsuki's childhood, earning scoffs from him
× the normal arguments started and you were gently escorted by Masaru to the living room, both ignoring the banter happening by the dining table
× he joked around with you when you felt a kick saying he can definitely tell who the kid will take from, as if your baby wanted to participate in the argument too
× anyway you stopped mid-track saying you wanted to go to the bathroom; you really felt like going all of a sudden
× when you started heading towards there [ Katsuki chiming in asking if you need help, wtf ], you knew
× i mean, everyone knew;; your water broke, but want to know what else broke too? hell. hell broke loose
× "What are you staring at?! Go help [Y/N]!"
× "I know, old hag!" He rushed to you as Mitsuki went to grab some cleaning supplies
× you're apologizing profusely but you're brushed off instantly
× "No big deal, [Y/N], everything will be okay" Masaru, bless him, was by your side as his son went to grab the bag he has prepared in secret from the car
× you ended up going all together to the hospital as contraptions increased
× Katsuki was on your side reciting word by word what's going to happen, remembering the parenting books by memory; it was making you roll your eyes at them because yes, you knew;
× "Did you fucking tell her to push?" Mitsuki screamed
× "I—! SHUT THE TELL UP!" he screamed back then turned to you, telling you to breathe to just freeze in place
× both shut up as you glared at them;
× it seems the new Bakugou member really wanted to take part of the argument for before 💀
Hitoshi Shinsou:
× life was finally settling between you two
× his career, even if it was focused underground, was rocketing up, he was married to an amazing person and you were having a beautiful baby together? Shinsou was a happy man
× you both talked about how to deal when time comes and everything was settled, you even had a suitcase ready for the hospital stay
× he was so attentive 🥺
× anyway your friends suggested to see you before the big day comes and you agreed it had to be now because as your due day approached, you wanted to be home
× so you went to a small restaurant near your house to meet Izuku, Uraraka and Denki, as the days before you met your families and other friends
× Ochako got you an insane amount of gifts, Izuku was reading about parenthood idk why 💀 and Denki was just patting Shinsou's back congratulating him again and again
× you had a great time to say at least
× you snorted at Denki when he touched your belly and got a kick in response
× "Just like his father, ready to put you in place" Uraraka smiled, patting the blond on the back whike Shinsou grabbed your hand with a smirk
× but you froze in place as you smiled back because you felt it
× and dripping water could be heard
× did you just—?
× Shinsou caught on instantly on your discomfort and talked even before you could
× "What's wrong?" while you looked down, which his gaze followed
× Ok, this man is gonna stop functioning for a second, it is what it is
× meanwhile you're mortified because YOU'RE IN A RESTAURANT, YOU'RE REGULARS HERE AND YOU FUCKING BROKE WATERS HERE
× you got up in a rush yet he's faster
× everyone catches up and they all start to be frantic [ specially poor Denki ]
× the old lady that owns the restaurant comes by and has to be the one to calm the group while you apologize profusely
× she shushes you saying she's had four children, she understands completely
× Shinsou offers to help clean up, so do you, Izuku is startled in a corner being comforted by the brunette and Denki... he's fucking calling an ambulance—?????? Good thing your husband grabbed his phone before he started talking...
× but at the end you're both reassured everything is taken care of as long as you promise to bring the bundle of sunshine around the restaurant as soon as possible
× you're definitely not crying;;;
× anyway he just takes you home and helps you start taking note of the contraptions while getting everything ready to go
× honestly you were scared and so was he, but he stood by your side all the time whispering how amazing you're doing
× the restaurant owners greeted you like you were family afterwards so it's all water under the bridge— k I'll leave 💀
#aizawa shouta x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#keigo takami x reader#hawks x reader#hitoshi shinsou x reader#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#noire writes#bnha headcanons#bakugou x reader
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hiiii alicia, may i request buddie + sudden kisses pls? <3
scope of the universe, canon divergent, [ao3 link]
tagging @zeethebooknerd bc she also requested sudden kisses for buddie
Buck’s in his living room and in a mood. As soon as he walked through Eddie’s doorway, Eddie could feel the heaviness clinging to him, could see it in the slumped lines of his shoulders, the dejected way he could barely meet Eddie’s eyes. He ushered him inside and sat him on the couch, shoved a beer in his hands and hoped he would talk, but he still hasn’t said much. He knows Buck had a date earlier and judging by his disposition, it didn’t go well, but Eddie won’t push - not until Buck’s ready. So he just waits him out, a comfortable silence falling over them as they work on their beers.
After a while, Buck finally says, “I think I’m cursed.”
“What?”
He rests his head against the back of the couch, resigned. “The date was awful, Eddie. Everything I said was wrong and she couldn’t wait to get out of there.”
“Okay,” he tries to reassure, “Bad dates happen, Buck. It’s not like you’re gonna fall in love with the first person you try again with.”
“Seems to be working out for you,” he says bitterly, rolling his eyes just the slightest, still looking up at the ceiling instead of at Eddie.
“We’re nowhere near there,” he says, but he also knows that they won’t get there, ever. He broke up with Ana earlier that day, but Buck doesn’t need to know that right now. Whatever he’s going through, Eddie isn’t about to redirect the conversation.
But maybe that was the wrong decision, because Buck just mumbles, “Yeah, whatever,” a dark look on his face as he dips his head, picking at the label of his beer bottle.
At that, he moves to sit on the coffee table across from Buck and takes the bottle from his hands, setting it next to him instead.
“Buck, what’s going on?”
He swallows, struggling to find the words, and when he finally meets Eddie’s gaze, his eyes are red-rimmed and sad.
“What if I am cursed?”
He must make a face because Buck frowns. “I’m serious. My whole life I never understood why people kept leaving - why they never wanted to be there in the first place...and then Maddie told me about Daniel and it made sense. I wasn’t wanted, and - and maybe that’s just how it’s always gonna be.”
His stomach drops and a cold dread washes over him. “Buck, you don’t actually believe that, do you?”
He inhales sharply and his face screws up as he lets out a hopeless laugh. “What else am I supposed to think? Because I - I’m trying so hard to just - move forward, but it’s like the universe doesn’t want me to. Like - am I supposed to just stay alone and watch as everyone around me moves on? Is that what the universe wants for me? I - I know it sounds so dumb but I-”
“Buck, stop,” he demands, and when Buck drops his head, he just cradles his jaw, tilting until he’s looking at him again. “Forget about the universe for a second, okay? I love you. I want you. Fuck, you’re - you’re everything, Buck. And even if you don’t want the same things I do, you weren’t made to be alone, or unloved.”
“I wasn’t made for anything other than parts, Eddie,” he huffs, and tries to pull away.
Eddie doesn’t let him leave, though. “Listen to me. I don’t care about your parents, and I especially don’t care about their reasons for having you. I’m just so glad they did, okay? That’s - that’s all that matters to me, and to the people who love you.”
“Why are you saying all this to me? You’re with Ana.”
“I broke up with her.”
The way his eyes widen is almost comical. “What - why?”
With a hint of amusement, he asks, “I just told you I love you and you’re asking me why I broke up with her?”
Buck considers him another moment, a hopeful yet guarded look in his eyes. “You’re not - you’re not just saying all this, right? Because I-”
He leans in and presses his lips to Buck’s, his hand tightening around his jaw. For a horrifying millisecond, Buck freezes, and just as Eddie starts to think he’s made a mistake, a shaky exhale slips past his lips and Buck melts into it, his mouth gently moving against his. A hesitant hand comes up to tangle itself in the short hairs at the base of Eddie’s neck, pushing them closer together, and they become more sure in their movements, their lips sliding together in a way that makes Eddie’s heart swell in his chest.
When he feels wetness against his cheek, he pulls away enough to look at Buck. “I love you,” he repeats slowly, “And I’m not going anywhere, okay? Not now, not ever.”
“You sure that’s what you want? I’m kind of a mess,” Buck breathes out with a wet laugh.
“More than anything,” he says, letting his lips brush against Buck’s once more. “In case you missed it, I’m kind of a mess, too. But we’ll be okay - I know it.”
“Okay,” he nods in relief as he lets Eddie’s words wash over him. “I love you, too, by the way.”
“I know,” he smiles.
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1/2 deadass thinking about a twin AU where jae-yi calls dongsik and is like hey can you come pick juwon up? he’s being weird af and just fell over i don’t think he’s drunk tho?? and dongsik looks at juwon who's chilling in front of him on the couch like yeah good joke but hard miss but Jae-Yi’s like well i’m not joking so get ur ass here he’s being weirdly enthusiastic abt my food too and well long story short the weird guy at jae-yi’s is actually juwon’s twin who’d stayed in england except
2/2 juwon’s twin is the EMBODIMENT of (for lack off better comparison) jingoo’s vibes by which I mean CANNOT STAND, BREAKS STUFF WITHOUT MEANING TO, GOOFY AF HAPPY BECAUSE FOOD A PUPPY and everyone’s mildly *terrified* (except juwon who is both horrified and doneTM) (this was so long i'm so sorry)
A:KH DSFLSDJKFSDFDFSD ANON!!!! is this because i've been raving about house on wheels era jin goo because you know what i'm kind of in love with this (+ i like to think that for the sake of the story, "jin goo" is adjusted and cute because he literally never returned to korea and was like "okee :) we're done with the han family i'm gonna just be here forever byeee~")
i also just love the idea of dong sik staring at joo won's twin and then looking at joo won and going, "why didn't you tell me you had a twin?"
(okay, so in a sad route, joo won of course wouldn't mention he had a brother bc what kind of brother leaves him to deal with the family bullshit on his own)
but ignoring that, joo won just doesn't respond + he gets increasingly annoyed and tired because "what are you doing here. how long are you staying here. can you not. how did you even know i was here. oh my god, don't break that--"
i like to think that like jin goo (who has this advice for joo won himself), joo won's twin goes, ":) joo won-ah~~ you shouldn't scowl so much. make some more friends! go on a food tour with your partner!"
joo won, very tired: please stay out of my personal life.
the rest of the manyang crew, of course, are absolutely bewildered, bc joo won's twin is charming, and it's a little bizarre (ji hoon personally can't really get over it, and ji hwa and jae yi are just "?!?!?!?" the whole time, but okay, at least he's sweet and eats enthusiastically and he asks jae yi if she could teach him some time).
after the initial shock, i think dong sik also takes it all in stride. joo won's twin is plenty friendly and courteous, and after the first "oh my god, you guys are identical twins too oh boy", dong sik (and tbh probably everyone) can tell the difference very easily. (joo won's twin is much more smiley, his voice is lighter, even the way he looks at people is different.)
i think joo won kinda glares at his twin from across the table, bc "can you stop doing that"
"doing what?"
"...doing that."
"i don't know what that means :("
(of course, joo won's just feeling prickly because i think it's getting on his nerves how very quickly his twin can disarm all of these people (is it that easy? >:(), but i think whatever rift might have been between them very easily gets solved, and now joo won's twin is a nice friend who swings by manyang every once in a while. he's always incredibly sweet and adorable)
#answered#anon#ANON YOU'RE MAKING ME WANT TO WRITE THIS CRACK-Y BUT SWEET FIC NOW :(((#but also i'm thinking about joo won being like ':((( everyone likes him better than me :(('#dong sik: i'll choose my prickly joo won any day :)#joo won: :')
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Nesta is having her period and horrible day and she just want to go home. Then she and Cassian get in fight bc of something stupid (like Cassian has ate nestas chocolate or smth) and then she just starts crying. So like angst, comfort and yeah🤭
Ooooh, thank you for my first ask. I love this prompt! I'll do my best for you. Let me know if you want more modern au or canon!
For context Cassian was away for a day or two, Nesta had a bad day with her trauma. Nessian angst, comfort and fluff. Enjoy!
Cassian was exhausted when he'd gotten home from Windhaven his wings were worn out, his muscles ached in pain and all he wanted was to see his beautiful mate and sleep in her loving arms.
That would have to wait a bit however.
The family was having dinner at the River House, he quickly showered and changed, excited to finally be reunited with his mate, family and friends.
But mostly his mate.
Stepping into the house, he heard the booming laughter from the living room everyone was sat by the fire, this immediately set an alarm off in Cassian's brain.
As his eyes scanned the room, he found Mor relaxing on a lounge chaise, bottle of wine in hand.
Feyre on Rhys lap on a velvet arm chair.
Lucien and Elain were sat on the carpet by the coffee table wrapped in each others arms.
Amren was in her own chair nursing a glass of dark red ruby wine, with Varian at her feet massaging her ankles
Then his eyes caught to Azriel who stood in the far back of the room carerfully watching over Nesta who seemed like was trying to keep herself together.
Her posture was shrunk, her eyes were glazed and hollow, her breaths were small and heavy.
Cassian could see Nesta, his fierce, fearless mate, cowering into herself, drowning without someone to anchor her.
Suddenly noticing his presence, everyone in the room greeted him with cheerful ebullience.
Cassian politely greeted them and immediately made him path to his mate, ignoring Mor asking him to join her on the chaise or Rhys questions on his trip.
He had no intention of doing any of that. He had another mission.
"Hey sweetheart." He kneeled down in front of Nesta, gently putting his hands on her knees, rubbing delicate circles with his thumb.
Nesta slowly looked up and her gaze was suddenly icy and cold it chilled the room.
"She's been like this for a while." Azriel spoke lowly and quietly only for Cassian to hear.
Worry rushed through Cassian, his first primal instinct was immediately to take her home, hold her and comfort her.
Every protective Fae bone in his body wanted to soar out of there her in his arms, but calmly he took her hands pulled her up.
"I'm taking Nesta home." He announced making his way with an unresponsive Nesta to the exit. "I'll see you later."
"But you just got here." Mor pouted.
"Come on Cass. Stay a bit." Rhys asked.
"You both can always stay the night." Feyre offered generously.
"No. We're going home. And no more fires when I'm not here." He growled, the anger betraying him that they lit a fire and didn't account for Nesta's traumatized behavior.
Without another word he took Nesta and flew them back home to the House of Wind.
Once they were in the room, the House immediately procured warm tea and blankets for Nesta.
She walked silently to the bathroom, she had still to talk to him, still to touch him, still to even acknowledge him.
The fear was beginning to eat him up inside.
He followed her to their bathroom, finding Nesta standing like a ghost in the middle of the room.
Cassian stormed his way towards her, turning her body to his, searching her face for answers.
"Nesta, sweetheart. Talk to me, love." He said softly, cupping her face in his hand.
Then she pushed his hand away, twisting something in his gut.
"Nesta, what's wrong?" She still wouldn't meet his gaze.
Silence for a long stretch of a moment, until she finally opened her mouth and he finally heard her sweet voice.
"You took it."
"What?"
"You took it." She shoved him weakly in the chest, not moving him at all, but her voice grew louder and became glacial ice.
"Nesta what the fuck?" He growled, this was not the homecoming he was expecting.
"You took my book Cassian! You took my book." She shoved him again. Her face was rage, fury, mixed in with a hint of sadness?
"What the fuck? Your book?"
"Yes. My book. My book. The one you gifted me. You took it!." She shouted into his face, her breathing turned ragged.
"You're acting crazy over a fucking book?"
"Don't talk to me like that," she growled, barring her teeth. "You took my book."
"Calm the fuck down, alright. What the hell is wrong with you? You have lot's of books why the fuck are freaking out over one book?"
At this Nesta balked, her face turned red to pale, her eyes went hollow, suddenly tears started running down her eyes.
Sobs broke out of his mate, and Cassian was so utterly horrified.
Afraid of hurting her more and taken aback with confusion he stilled in his stop.
"It's not just a book." She cried, more tears danced down her face, agony twisted on her beautiful features, he felt Nesta's hurt through the bond and his own tearing his heart.
"Nes–"
"I need it! I needed the book. And took it. It was the only thing that keeps me grounded when you're not here, and you took it with you and my heart."
"Sweetheart." Cassian whispered, daring to take a step toward the devastating female, her took her head and cradled her to his chest, she continued to sob and he let her get it out.
He could see the tension in her shoulders fade away as she released the pain she'd been holding in all day.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Nesta my love." He apologized into her hair, pressing kisses to her crown. "I'm sorry."
He didn't know how long he and Nesta stood there holding each other, embraced in each other's arms, but finally Nesta's sobs subsided, her breathing calmed.
"Bad day?" He asked softly, leaning away to cup her beautiful face in his calloused hands.
She nodded solemnly against his embrace.
"Bad day. And you weren't here." More tears danced down her pale ivory skin, her blue grey eyes shined in the moonlight.
Even in sadness, Nesta was still the most beautiful creature he's ever set his ancient eyes on.
"And– and then with the fire and all the talking and voiced it was, it just was too much. I didn't– I couldn't handle it without you there."
He gently wiped her tears with his thumbs, leaning in to press kisses under her cheeks.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm so sorry. It won't happen again." He promised, holding her to his chest again, arm wrapped around her waist the other hand brushing out her braided hair.
"You know I'm always here for you. I got your back Nesta.
"I missed you." She confessed quietly, her arms tighter around his waist.
"I know, I know. I missed you too. So much."
"It's hard when you're not here sometimes."
"It's hard for me too." He breathed. "Not being with you. You're my anchor too Nesta."
As much as he loved his fiery sassy Nesta, he loved when Nesta could open her heart to him and be so vulnerable even if it took a little screaming to get there.
"I'm sorry for– well for freaking out. The way I did."
"Don't apologise, Nes." He pulled away just to look down and smile at her. Taking her hand he led her back into the bedroom.
"Thank you for being my anchor." She said, in which he grinned in response, conveying all the words with a simple look.
Always. Nesta. Always.
"Come on sweetheart. Let's get to bed." He said pressing a soft warm kiss to her full lips, rousing a small bashful smile from his female.
Sleep came easy to Cassian, with Nesta calm and soothed wrapped up in his arm, her arms wrapped around his, her pretty head laying on his chest.
"I love you, Cass." His mate whispered into the night.
He pulled even closer to his firm body, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"I love you too, Nes."
In this life and the next.
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holy hell, gamers, i finally reached one whole thousand followers! how bonkers is that! when i first made this blog in december 2018, i was just trying to start over in a new fandom. ive been active on tumblr for a looong time (since i was like 11, which is. not great, but we wont get into that). i cant remember quite why i decided to remake, but i never imagined getting a higher following than i did before, but i did! 1000 followers is bonkers, i’ve never had a thousand of anything! i seriously cant thank each and every one of you enough, whether you followed me for 911 or for mcyt or for whatever!
now, since ive reached this absolutely bonkers milestone, im feeling particularly sappy! so under the cut, i have some friends and mutuals tagged who are super great n who are always an absolute pleasure to see on my dash! <3 again, thank you all so much! (ps, if we’re mutuals and i didnt tag u in this, that doesnt mean i dont love and appreciate you!! i mostly am just picking people to tag based off how often i see them on my dash! i love all of u so much <3)
♡ 911 FRIENDS ♡
(aka the ogs, aka the fire fam)
♡ @lovelessmotel ♡
emily!! god, where do i even begin with how much i love and adore you!! i know youre one of my big sisters, but wow i am so proud of how much youve discovered yourself since we’ve met!! like wow, look at this epic, gorgeous person whos one of MY close friends! im so lucky to be friends with you! thank you so much for being my friend, i appreciate you and all the sisterly advice you’ve given me more than i can ever put into words!
♡ @eddiediaz-buckley ♡
sav!! mom!! i love u so unbelievably much!! i am so unbelievably grateful for you and everything youve done for me! all the advice youve given me and all the times youve let me vent to you have been so important to me and i cannot thank you enough for all that. im soso appreciative of you and im so glad that i have someone as amazing as you as my mom/big sister (we’ll never really figure out our fams family dynamics, will we?) (ps, whenever i go outside and have my keys with me, its always so comforting to feel the keychain you got me! its like my moms with me everywhere i go!)
♡ @liesoverthec ♡
bonbonbonbon!!! i love you so much, you wouldnt BELIEVE how much i love you!!! im so glad we met bc you are so unbelievably kind!! there is a very good reason a nickname for u is bonbon bc you are just as sweet as candy!! maybe even more so!! i love having you as one of my big sisters, you give such wonderful advice and talking to you always makes me feel a million times better!! i love you and i am soso glad i get to call you my friend!
♡ @marauder-girl ♡
sabsabsab!! i love u so much, u funky lil future lawyer!! im so proud of u and i can hardly believe ur gonna be my Lawyer big sister!!! thats so awesome!! i cant believe such a rad person is one of MY friends!! how lucky am i!! i love having you as one of my big sisters, youre so kind and funny and talented and your advice has always been so helpful to me too! thank you so much for being my friend and for always being there for me!!
♡ @nighting-gale17 ♡
cait, my love, my wifey!!! wowowow i love u so much!!! im so glad we’re friends, you are so unbelievably lovely!! youre also so unbelievably talented like??? hey queen wanna hand some of ur writing ability over to the unfortunate (like me). i’m so glad we’re friends, youre so sweet and even tho we dont talk as much as we used to, i still have SO much love for you in my heart
♡ @africaneuropean ♡
rae, my father!! i love u so much!! i know we havent talked at all in. who knows how long. but i still have so much love for u in my heart!! you are so iconic and cool and funny, im so glad i met you n became friends with you!! ur one of the coolest people i know, i hope i can be as cool and mysterious and wonderful as you one day
♡ @evaneddie ♡
DHYL!!! dhyl pickle i love u so much!!! whenever u pop into my inbox with random nice messages, every part of me lights up!!! u are so kind to me and for what!! i miss talking to u as much as we used to, you are so sweet and you are such a good friend!! i love u n im SO proud of how far youve come with gif making, i still remember when u first started n youve gotten SO amazing at gifs lately!! i love u soso much n im so glad we’re friends, youre so awesome!!!
♡ @basil-the-writer ♡
des!!! i love u so much!!! i know we’ve never rly talked all that much but im glad we have interacted in the ways that we have!! u are so sweet n so talented!! like the fact that u have the patience for those lil video edits u do?? that is so cool!! all ur edits are so cool, i cannot imagine being able to make stuff like that without dying every single time. u are so cool n i love being able to call u my friend!!
♡ GRIFF ♡
(aka griff)
♡ @yawnralphio ♡
u get ur own section bc u are my only 911 friend who isnt an og, but thats ok bc u are so swaggy!! i love being friends with u griff, u are so cool and funny and i am so glad that u still want to be friends with me despite all of the horrifying things u’ve learned about mcyt from me jdhfajkdhfa. i love u so much n i am so excited to get to know u more n get closer to u!!
♡ FRUITBLR ♡
(aka mcyt friends)
♡ @fear-epidemic ♡
atlas u are so swaggy and funny!! tumblr funny man!! im so glad we’re mutuals, i love u a whole lot. that one time u me n wilby played bed wars together was so fun even if we’re really bad! n that one time we played on the fruitblr server while on vc was so fun, i loved talking to u n playing with u so much, we gotta do that again sometime. i love u so much chapin n im so glad we’re friends!!
♡ @netheritedream ♡
hari my beloved... i love u so much. like literally so much that its really embarassing. i am so glad u tagged me in that one follow forever post n put the offer on the table to let me join the server. i love being ur dumb lil husband!!! jus like actual fundy, i would risk it all to watch treasure planet with u. i love u sososo much, i wish i could live closer to u so i could actually talk to u more often </333 im going through severe withdrawal, pray for me. im gonna stop talking for now bc if i kept going on, this post would be several miles along n nobody has time for that </3 just know that i love u so much and i love having matching icons n i love being ur husband, i love u so much
♡ @sootswilbur ♡
tommy... i care you so much. little bromther!!! im sososo glad we’re friends bc u are so kind to me all the time n u are so easy to talk to!! ur also so talented, ur writing n ur gifs are so amazing n im so proud of all the awesome stuff u make!! seeing u experiment more with ur gif sets n trying new things is so awesome n inspiring and i love seeing ur experiments work out!! i love u soso much n im so happy to be ur big brother!! (or one of them at least)
♡ @fruitbur ♡
virgil my Other beloved... i love u so much!! u are one of the kindest people ive ever met n im so glad i met u!! i know ive already told u this before but ur tagging system is so sweet n i love seeing u reblog my posts bc im like “yay alastair is gonna tell me that he loves me in the tags :D” i also lovelovelove ur theme, i love the soft pink and the lil aesthetic board that u have pinned, its so nice to look at!!! ily sososo much <333
♡ @theartofmining ♡
hey fruit ily. like genuinely, u are so unbelievably funny that u make my ribs hurt so much. i know we’re like never rly that serious but i love u so much. as much as i joke about hating u, i really am glad we’re friends n i really look forward to becoming better friends with u. i love u a whole lot rain, i love seeing u on my dash bc ur full of good takes n funny posts
♡ @sapnaplive ♡
dream.... bonks our foreheads together... i care u so much. my other half!!! i love u with my whole little heart. u are soso cool and im so lucky to be able to call u my friend!! ur themes are always so cool, i wish i could be half as cool as them!!! ur art is also so epic like??? u are a triple threat: good at art, tumblr themes, AND minecraft building. and ur also so kind!!! u are one of the sweetest people i know, i love u so much and im so glad im friends with u!!
♡ @dreams-little-kitten ♡
corn u are so weird and i mean that in the kindest way possible. u are so cryptic n i love that so much about u. ur like the wilbur to my philza sometimes and i think thats so awesome. that one time u came into my inbox to talk shit about that one cuphead boss was so funny and absurd, i loved that so much. i love You so much. i love how ur just so effortlessly funny, n im so glad i can be friends with u
♡ @dreamsmp ♡
JEL!!!! i love u so much holy cow. u are so sweet!! all the time!!! ur also so talented, ur gifs always look so good!!! i love being friends with u, ur always so nice to me n u always leave rly nice tags when u reblog my gif sets that make me so happy!!! i think about that one time u rbed my fundy gif set n said “FUNDY GIFS” and “GIFS BY FUNDY” it made me so happy!!! i love u a whole lot, im so glad we’re friends :)
♡ @leaguelol ♡
damien!! i love u so much u funky little cryptid!! i love when u pop into the gc just to share cryptic thoughts, u are so strange but i think thats so cool of u!!! i honestly see u kinda like a lil sibling, im always so proud of u when i see ur art on my dash!! u are so talented at art!! i love u so much n i love being ur friend, ur rly sweet n i love seeing u on my dash and in the gc!!
♡ @its5undy ♡
idk why im putting u on this, ur my mortal enemy. jkjk, i actually love u a lot clay! i love joking around with u, ur so funny and for what. im so glad u joined the gc bc i love talking to you so much!! i still love that one time u reblogged that fwt gif set n tagged me in it moments after I reblogged it. i love that u thought about me, that rly warms my heart! i love being friends with u sososo much
♡ @cavalreee ♡
oh hey, another great big fruit!! i dont think we talk all that often, which is a shame, bc ur so sweet!! and also so fucking funny, why is everyone in this friend group so fucking funny, its not fair. i love seeing u on my dash talking with ur other friends, u always have the funniest convos ever. also? ur desktop theme is SO epic, it threw me off the first time i saw it but its so swaggy, just like u!! i love u soso much azzie, n i hope we can talk more in the future bc ur so cool
♡ @technosoot ♡
i love u even tho ur a br*t /j /j /j. jannat u are so unbelievably sweet. im so glad u joined the gc bc u are such a kind presence both in there and on my dash! u radiate very Warm, Friend energy. ur friend shaped. i love u so much n i love being friends with u!! im very eager to become closer friends with u bc u seem like a really amazing friend to have
♡ @sortasortaspicy ♡
les where are u in the gc i miss u </3 i love u so much, u fit in so well from the very beginning n brought so much more fun and laughter into the gc. i dont know u all that well n i dont think we’ve talked one on one like. at all. but id love to get closer to u bc ur so rad and ur so sweet!!
♡ EPIC PEOPLE ♡
(aka mutuals who are so cool n id love to be friends with u pls talk to me)
@eurytherm ♡ @vampkings ♡ @weelbur ♡ @wilburtheesoot ♡ @quackityskarl ♡ @wimblrscoot ♡ @technofarmer ♡ @wooteena ♡ @bloodforblood ♡ @smpsapnap ♡ @literallynotfound ♡ @hearty-an0n ♡ @enderanboo ♡ @springbonniecpu ♡ @pandascanpvp ♡ @tommylnnits ♡ @strawberrygogy ♡ @timedeo ♡ @nymika-arts ♡ @h-isforhome ♡ @eboykarl ♡ @joe-alkaysani ♡ @betwecouldmakesome ♡ @squirrelstone ♡ @maddieandchimney
#hehe idk how to tag this#ive spent SO long on this post im so glad its done#follow forever#eden.txt
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Sooo I know I’m abusing the power you gave me (let me send prompts) but I’ve a very good reason, I promise (I’ve Nie brothers feelings and I love your writing) and I need to ask for this “5 times everyone realises that actually NMJ is the pushover in the Nie brothers relationship bc let’s be honest NMJ let’s NHS get away with everything and every time NMJ tries to get NHS to do something he has to bribe him with fans or resign himself to never get that done” and I find that hilarious :p
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“Your sons have quite a good relationship, Sect Leader Nie,” Jiang Fengmian remarked, but the man didn’t look especially impressed by the compliment.
“Especially given that they’re half-brothers,” Jin Guangshan added, and Jiang Fengmian sighed internally: the addition made the original statement into a taunt, which hadn’t been what he meant at all. “Rare to see such a good relationship in such cases.”
“Would you know?” Wen Ruohan asked, smiling poisonously. “And here I thought you had only one.”
“I’ve tasted pork; I don’t need to know how to butcher a pig. Look at how the older one lets the younger one around follow him around everywhere – certainly I wouldn’t have tolerated such a thing for one so much younger than me.”
“I always liked playing with others,” Jiang Fengmian said mildly. “The bigger the family, the better, in my view…it’s nice to help and be helped.”
“I don’t think the infant being carried around is doing that much helping,” Lan Qiren observed.
“And yet he’s clearly the one calling the shots,” Wen Ruohan mused, his eyes settling on the field where the two were playing – or rather, the toddler was demanding a ride and his older brother complying. “Given how stiff-necked the Nie family is, traditionally, it must be very reassuring to you, Sect Leader Nie, to see your son so – compliant.”
Sect Leader Nie abruptly changed the subject.
Later, he came to Jiang Fengmian, an expression of fury on his face. “It’s not any of my business, so I don’t care what’s going on with your search for that servant of yours and his family,” he said icily. “But I’ll thank you to focus on rearing your own children, and stop drawing unwanted attention to mine.”
Jiang Fengmian felt rather unjustly accused. It was true, he’d been thinking of Wei Changze’s son – of how well he’d get along with his own A-Cheng, if only Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren could be convinced to stop traveling around and come home for a little – but there was no reason for old Nie to be so snippy. There had only been the five great sect leaders around; what was he so worried about?
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“You can’t be serious,” Lan Xichen said, pressing his lips together to try to restrain his laughter and altogether incapable of restraining his smile.
His smile only grew when Nie Mingjue’s shoulders rose up somewhere around his ears in embarrassment.
“I don’t see what the problem is,” he replied stiffly, and then he actually bought the – product.
Lan Xichen managed to hold himself back as they continued down the shopping street, and finally when they were back on the unoccupied path back to the Unclean Realm he let out a peal of laughter.
Nie Mingjue shot him a sidelong glare.
“Little Huaisang has you completely under his thumb,” Lan Xichen laughed. “You’re always buying him things, every time I see you – if it’s not new fans to add to his collections, it’s another animal for his little menagerie –”
“It’s not a menagerie.”
“He has a half-dozen birds, a mated pair of pangolins, and that – that beast you got for him –”
“The boar?” Nie Mingjue asked. “I didn’t buy that, I found it, and anyway the plan is to release it back onto the mountain once it gets a little larger.”
Lan Xichen waved his hand, dismissing Nie Mingjue’s little technicalities. “All that’s fair enough,” he says, laughter still in his voice and his eyes still curved up into crescents. “I would buy Wangji anything he liked, if only he had more hobbies. But even I would draw the line at purchasing my little brother erotic art.”
“He likes it,” Nie Mingjue said defensively.
“Oh, I’m sure he does,” Lan Xichen said, trying to move his eyebrows suggestively like he’d seen someone do once. Judging from Nie Mingjue’s mildly horrified expression, he wasn’t successful. “Still, don’t you think you’re sending him mixed messages? On one hand, you’re always yelling at him about not practicing his saber enough, and on the other you’re spoiling him rotten –”
“He hasn’t formed a golden core yet,” Nie Mingjue said abruptly, and Lan Xichen’s smiled faded. “Yes, still. It’s late, no matter what standard you hold him to – forget the Great Sects, forget regular sects, even by the children of rogue cultivators usually have the basics of a core by now.”
Lan Xichen didn’t know what to say. Lan Wangji had formed his core very early, earliest out of all his generation in fact – he had never had to worry about his brother’s cultivation, not once.
He wanted to tell his friend not to worry, that it would come in time, that Nie Huaisang would catch up…but he was right, it was late. In another year, they would be sending out invitations for select people to come study at the Cloud Recesses, where Nie Huaisang had been a few times before, but this time would be the first time all the sect heirs were in a single place.
If he didn’t have his core by then, there was a chance he’d never get it. That he’d live only the short life of a common person, shorter even than the shortened life of a Nie cultivator –
That Nie Mingjue would have to watch his baby brother grow old and send him off first.
“So I buy him things,” Nie Mingjue concluded with shrug that was anything but casual. “More things than he needs. If he finally forms a core, there’ll be time enough then to teach him discipline – and if he doesn’t, well. At least he’ll be happy for the few years he’ll have.”
3
“The answer is still no,” Nie Mingjue said, just he had said the first few times, and without paying the slightest attention to the table Jiang Cheng had just overturned.
“Why not?” Jiang Cheng snarled, incensed. “If we join forces together and win, we’ll strike a blow against the Wens that will be felt across the land –”
“And if we lose, the damage will be incalculable,” Nie Mingjue said, unmoved. He didn’t look up from the correspondence he was reviewing. “We didn’t come here expecting to find a Wen stronghold; neither of us brought enough people. No.”
Jiang Cheng sneered. “We didn’t bring enough people, no, but there are enough at hand if there weren’t exceptions being made.”
Nie Mingjue paused and finally put down the letter, turning to look at Jiang Cheng. “If you have something to say, just say it.”
“Nie Huaisang isn’t that far away, with plenty of cultivators acting as guards at his side,” Jiang Cheng said, crossing his arms. “If you summoned them, we’d have enough to tip the scales in our favor. But you don’t, just because he doesn’t feel like fighting – why do you let him walk all over you?!”
Nie Mingjue looked at him for a long moment, his gaze dark and angry.
Jiang Cheng began to feel as if he’d made a mistake, but it was too late to retract his harsh words.
“Very well,” Nie Mingjue said, and Jiang Cheng began to brighten. “I’ll write to Meishan while I’m at it; your sister can come bring along the ones who are guarding her, too.”
Jiang Cheng blanched. “You can’t! Jiejie can’t –”
“Why not? Her cultivation is mediocre, but no more so than my brother’s,” Nie Mingjue said, and he was very angry. “Or are you going to say that she’s the only one left in your family but you? That you don’t want the Wens to have a chance to take even more of your family away? Isn’t all that just as true for me?!”
Jiang Cheng hung his head.
“We’re fighting this war to win it,” Nie Mingjue said. “There’s no point in winning if we lose everything on the way. Get out and talk a walk; I don’t want to see you until you’ve beaten some sense into that thick head of yours.”
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“Da-ge, you know you can’t keep the secret of the saber spirits from Huaisang forever,” Jin Guangyao said, and his voice was reasonable as it always was – calm and even and to the point, just the way that Nie Mingjue had liked so much when he’d been his deputy.
The tone mostly just irritated Nie Mingjue now – but then, most things did, these days.
“I’m aware of that,” Nie Mingjue said, scowling. His fingers were pressing at his temples – another headache, it seemed. They were happening more and more these days, and that didn’t help the quality of his temper one bit. “He doesn’t need to know all the details yet. He’ll have to bear the burden eventually, but – not yet.”
Jin Guangyao chuckled. “You always let what he wants make decisions for you, da-ge.”
Nie Mingjue ignored him. That was normal, too.
“Let me play for you again, da-ge,” Jin Guangyao said, and his smile broadened. “It might help your headache.”
5
Wei Wuxian was of the opinion that disturbing the unquiet corpses that had been sealed in the Guanyin Temple in Yunping City was a terrible idea, but sometimes you had to make sacrifices when politics became an issue. The once-more-ascendant-Nie-sect-is-asking-only-somewhat-politely sort of politics.
Every once in a while, Wei Wuxian cursed Nie Mingjue in the back of his mind. Surely, if he hadn’t spoiled Nie Huaisang so much, he wouldn’t have become so demanding – so insistent!
(So incredibly good at finding just the right weak spot to press on…!)
“Your brother is still going to be a fierce corpse when we open that thing,” he said. “You know that, right? He didn’t recognize you then, he won’t recognize you now – he’s an extremely powerful fierce corpse, which is going to make it very hard to control him right away. There’s a great deal of danger involved in being here.”
Nie Huaisang nodded. “I appreciate the warning, Wei-xiong.”
“In light of that,” Wei Wuxian continued. “Don’t you think you should watch from further away?”
“I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”
Wei Wuxian sighed and lifted Chenqing to his lips, nodding at Lan Wangji, and together they set about unsealing the tomb.
Nie Mingjue’s corpse was just as overwhelming as he remembered, bursting out of the tomb a few moments before they expected it, and the backlash was enough to make Wei Wuxian, with his weak golden core in this life, cough up blood, which in turn made Lan Wangji stop everything to look at him, which meant that there was nothing between Nie Mingjue’s outstretched fingers, curled into claws, and Nie Huaisang, standing there with nothing but a fan in hand.
Wei Wuxian opened his mouth to – he didn’t know what, to try something to save someone who really had once been his friend, however he’d ended up and whatever he’d done, and who he still rather liked and who’d had pretty good reasons for things and who at any rate he didn’t want to see dead at the hands of his own brother –
Nie Mingjue’s clawed fingers stopped only a hair’s breadth away from Nie Huaisang’s head.
Wei Wuxian’s breath caught in his throat.
A moment passed, and then another – and then the direction of Nie Mingjue’s hand shifted, and he ran his fingers through Nie Huaisang’s hair with a delicacy that Wei Wuxian, an expert on all things resentful energy, had never thought a white-eyed fierce corpse was capable of.
Nie Huaisang smiled, content. “Da-ge has always let me get away with everything.”
#mdzs#nie huaisang#nie mingjue#jiang fengmian#jin guangshan#wen ruohan#lan xichen#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#lan wangji#my fic#my fics#your prompt was very fluffy but the end result turned out not to be#sorry#timetomakeanewwish
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For the renouncement verse I’d love to see a continuation of the one with Xichen and Lan Qiren, with pregnant-with-a-girl wwx being gently coerced to be lazy for once in his life by, apparently, the entire lan clan
(author’s note: double prompt this time! and please please reblog if you can, since that’s how we get prompts for future chapters!)
Anon 2: helloooo for the renouncement verse, do you have anything during wei ying's pregnancy, like lwj fretting over wwx bc i feel that wwx would still do crazy experiments even whille he's pregnant?
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Wei Wuxian is not particularly good at sitting still.
In fact, everyone who knew him at Lotus Pier when he was a child—and everyone he met at the Cloud Recesses, too—knows that he prefers scaling little cliffs and swimming and climbing trees to resting, even under a physician’s orders; and that never really changed until the last four years of his first life, which were riddled with barely-hidden illness after the loss of his golden core.
But his resurrection returned him to full health, and full strength, so that even the strange fits of nausea that began soon after his wedding (which Wei Wuxian naturally blamed on the bland cuisine of his married home) turned out to be a baby instead of some weird kind of mountain plague. Lan Zhan hasn’t been worrying any less since they found out about the little one, of course—if anything, he seems to be worrying more—but the point is that Wei Wuxian is well into his fourth month, which means that his sensitive stomach is back to normal again, along with his dislike for staying in bed.
And since Wei Wuxian is only with child instead of actually sick, why would he stay in bed when he could be up and causing trouble? He wouldn’t, and he won’t, which is why he cheerfully disregards all of Lan Xichen’s warnings about rest and spends the fifth day after the healers give them the news experimenting in the jishi.
With fire talismans.
And smokescreens.
And a great many other things that horrify Lan Zhan past the point of speech when he comes crashing into the workshop, and get Wei Wuxian bundled right back into bed with Xiao-Yu keeping watch to ensure that he remains there.
(He also set the jishi’s chimney on fire, which was probably why his husband broke the door down instead of lifting the locking talisman, now that he thinks about it.)
“You cannot take such risks,” Lan Zhan says hoarsely, cradling Wei Wuxian’s flushed face in his hands and pressing their brows together. “Wei Ying, xingan, anything could have happened if you had breathed in the smoke, or if you grew lightheaded while the door was locked, you—my darling, please, please leave such dangerous things for after the baby is born. It is not safe for either of you.”
“It was only a little fire,” Wei Wuxian protests, before Lan Zhan leans in and presses a fervent kiss to his lips. “And I had purification talismans in the room to keep the air clean, anyway. I’m fine.”
“Suppose they had failed?” his husband counters, tracing the curve of his cheek with a finger that shakes so much that Wei Wuxian nearly bursts into tears at the sight of it. “Suppose the fire spread from the hearth, and you could not put it out in time? What would I have done then, Wei Ying, with my heart’s beloved and my child in danger?”
“Well, I suppose...”
“No more experiments,” Lan Zhan tells him. “At least none that you cannot safely perform in the jingshi with Xiao-Yu and myself close by. Please, sweetheart.”
Wei Wuxian promises to stay out of his workroom, since he still hasn’t quite worked out how to say no to Lan Zhan yet; but he does refuse to keep off his feet, because that suggestion comes from Lan Xichen instead of Lan Zhan.
“Find something safe for me to do, then!” he complains. “I’m not an invalid, Xichen-ge! In fact, I feel stronger than ever. I’m going to go swimming tomorrow, just wait—”
“You will do no such thing!” Lan Xichen cries, horrified. “Suppose you catch cold? It is nearly winter, a fever of the lungs this late in the year could kill you!”
And then he tells Lan Zhan, the traitor, and gets Wei Wuxian banned from entering any body of water except for Zewu-jun’s hot spring until the baby arrives. He isn’t even supposed to bathe there without supervision, because the warm water might make him dizzy enough to drown without someone there to watch him even if it does wash the tension out of his back and shoulders.
Even Lan Qiren seems to be determined to keep both Wei Wuxian and the little one in the best of health, which he discovers when he stalks over to his uncle-in-law’s house in the sixth month to tell him that Lan Zhan and Lan Xichen are being tyrants.
“I’m not allowed to mess around in the jishi anymore,” Wei Wuxian grouses, counting on his fingers as Lan Qiren sighs and fills up his plate with braised pork and plenty of healthy greens, seasoned strongly enough that even Wei Wuxian wouldn’t mind eating a full serving of them. “I’m not allowed to go swimming—” and here Lan Qiren pours him a cup of sweet soymilk and pushes the dish of warm potatoes closer to Wei Wuxian’s side of the table— “and I can’t even teach anymore, since I lost my balance and sprained my wrist in the lanshi just one time!”
“You are heavier than you used to be,” the older man observes. “If you had not caught yourself in time, the fall could have seriously hurt you, let alone the baby.”
Wei Wuxian lays his head down on the table—as well as he can, that is, with the baby in the way—and groans. “I know,” he says, aggrieved. “It’s not that I want to put us in danger, but I’m so bored, and I have to be useful somehow.”
Lan Qiren freezes with a cup of tea halfway to his lips. “Useful?”
“I’m the Chief Cultivator’s husband, xiansheng. I can’t just sit around doing nothing,” Wei Wuxian huffs. “If I can’t work on my talismans, and I can’t teach, and Zewu-jun won’t let me do any of the sect work because he’s afraid I’ll get tired, what can I do?”
The teacup thumps back onto the table with a sharp clattering sound. “Wei Ying. Nephew, that is enough. I will hear no more of this.”
Wei Wuxian lifts his head in surprise. “Ah?”
“You are not here to be useful,” Lan Qiren says severely. “We are your family, and this is your home, and you may do whatever you please in it. Have you been so poorly treated here that you must sit here before me, scarcely three months from your confinement, and fret about doing nothing when you ought to be resting and preparing for the child’s arrival? Because I will have words with Wangji if so, make no mistake, and—”
“Lan-xiansheng, no!” Wei Wuxian cries. “That’s not what I mean, it’s just…”
He has the rest of the denial on the tip of his tongue, but a tear rolls down his nose and plops onto the steaming lotus roots before he can say anything.
It hardly makes sense to him at first, because he truly does love tinkering with spells and talismans in his workshop, making cultivation as accessible to people without golden cores as he can, and he loves teaching the baby disciples and going on night-hunts with his own faithful little flock of juniors; but his body has made its exhaustion very clear in the past several weeks, and sometimes all he wants to do is curl up in Lan Zhan’s arms and sleep the day away with his childrens’ voices keeping him company from the next room.
And Lan Zhan wants him to rest and let him dote on him more than anything, so why does Wei Wuxian keep fighting it?
“It’s not his fault,” he murmurs, dimly aware that the plate of hot-and-sour potatoes looks suspiciously damp. “It’s just… me, I guess.”
“Eat your food,” Lan Qiren tells him, sounding suspiciously gentle as he puts a sweet bean cake into Wei Wuxian’s bowl. “And make sure you finish your tea, I put strengthening herbs in it.”
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His uncle-in-law comes back to the jingshi with him after lunch, along with Lan Xichen, and the three of them have a very long talk with Lan Zhan while Sizhui and Jingyi babysit Xiao-Yu; Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren offer him and Lan Zhan advice, and Lan Zhan pulls Wei Wuxian into his lap and comforts him without bothering about the impropriety of it, until he can finally nod off to sleep when the two of them are alone again.
“I’m really not a bother to you, Lan Zhan?” he whispers, tucking his face against his husband’s chest and listening to his heartbeat. “You don’t—mind, that I can’t do very much with this baby?”
“No, never,” Lan Zhan chokes. “Wei Ying, why didn’t you just tell me you were feeling this way? You cannot imagine how much I want—how I need—”
“Need what?”
“Let me look after you, sweetheart,” his husband pleads. “Let me look after you both. Give me the privilege of satisfying my beloved’s every wish, and soothing your fears when your heart is heavy, and keeping you and our little one well. Please, xingan?”
(Upon further reflection, perhaps it is a good thing that he never learned to say no to Lan Zhan, after all.)
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the bau bet ♡ spencer reid x reader
anon: hi friend ( i hope is okay i call you friend bc i call everyone friend ) i would like to request something for Spencer from Criminal Minds with a reader who has plps? you already wrote about it and did so well so i'd love to read more on that. maybe something wholesome where Spencer and the reader live together (can be romantic or platonic i really don't mind either) and it's just domestic fluffiness with the little hindrances of the disability? I would love that! thank youuuu
the reader is gender neutral and has plp but apart from that any person can read this,
sorry this request is a bit late! not proof read.
There was a bet going on within the BAU to do with their fellow behavioral analysis Spencer Reid and his long time friend and room mate (y/n) (l/n).
It was a simple bet that Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia had started way back in the early days when Gideon and Elle were still around. Everyone knew that (y/n) and Spencer would eventually end up together, people were just betting on when they would realise there love for each other.
Even with members of the team leaving and new members arriving, everyone joined in on the bet. Even Hotch had money on it.
Of course Spencer knew of the bet.
However, he couldn’t fathom the idea of him and his best friend romantically together. Maybe it was because Spencer had been friends with them for so many years or maybe it was because he was already in love with them without even realising it.
Regardless of what it was, someone was going to win the bet and a lot of money was going to be won.
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You lie across the sofa, your right leg numb, on the tv is a repeat of a show you like. Your neck aches as you watch the flashing screen.
The flicker of the screen covers your face in pale light in the darkening room. The sun is setting and your work clothes are still on,
The click of the front door to your shared flat catches your attention, your roommate and longtime friend Spencer Reid walking through.
‘(Y/n)? Are you ok?’ Spencer calls as he neatly arranges both yours and his shoes in row, he flicks on the main light of the flat.
‘Just my leg.’ you lift your arm up, waving above the sofa for Spencer to see.
Place his belongings down on a side table he walks over to you to sit on the sofa. You shift your body upwards, sitting up, he sits down close to you.
‘Having fun watching Sabrina the teenage witch?’
‘I was watching (show) but now it’s just Sabrina, I don’t mind it though.’ you voice is hoarse and tired sounding.
Spencer can tell straight away that something has happened at work.
‘What’s happened?’ He makes you look at him as he asks.
You mutter something which Spencer doesn’t hear the first time around.
‘Pardon, can you repeat that?’ he has such a kind and caring look on his face which just makes you speak up.
‘I feel over at work in front of everyone.’ your face is all scrunched up like an upset child, ‘And the new guy laughed at me.’
You start babbling about how no one had informed the new guy of your plp and how he thought it was really funny when you, as he put it, ‘comically tripped over.’
Spencer through out the rant comforts you with kind words. As you talk the feeling comes back into your leg. You stop talking and look at the handsome man in front of you,
‘Do you want a hug?’ Spencer asks knowing that you will gladly take one.
You wrap your arms around the thin man, his head on top of yours. His arms go around you and you can feel his finger ghosting over your back in comforting circles.
He talks as you’re being hugged, you can feel the vibrations of his speech as your face nestles into his neck.
There is something there between you two as you hug but as soon as you leave the hug the different feeling will disappear.
The hug is short but it give you a good dose of serotonin.
‘Do you want me to cook tonight?’ Spencer asks despite it being your night to cook for the two of you, ‘You go and run yourself a bath.’
‘You sure?’ you ask as you get up and stretch.
‘I’m sure!’ he gives his big smile that makes you automatically smile.
Both of you leave each other's presents, Spencer locating to the kitchen and you to the bathroom, the fluttery feelings of butterflies in your stomach.
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The night before’s meal made by Spencer had filled you up making sleep much easier.
However, there was an odd feeling throughout the dinner. Something more intimate and dare say it, romantic.
A simple pasta dish paired with the buzzing of Sabrina the teenage witch in the background created a near perfect atmosphere that made both of you all gooey inside.
But now it’s the morning and you’re juggling dressing trying to keep on time.
Spencer waits by the door, he hasn’t put on his shoes yet, but he’s ready to go.
He laughs as he sees you hobble out the bathroom frantically tucking in your work shirt into your trousers.
‘Spencer do you know where my keys are?’ you search for the allusive object with no luck.
‘In your bag.’ Spencer calmly says.
‘But I don’t have my bag!’ you hands go in your hair in frustration, you truly did over sleep and secretly Spencer did let you sleep in.
‘Here-’ Spencer walks over and gives you your over the shoulder bag, ‘I packed it for you whilst you dressed.’
A small ‘thanks’ comes from your lips as you take the bag from his hands, your fingers brush over hims ever so slightly.
‘We’re not going to be late.’ he says as you both go to put on your shoes.
‘You better be right Doctor Reid!’ you say in a funny voice as you fish out your keys to unlock the front door.
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‘Spencer come on!’ you call walking in front of said man.
Both of you are walking to catch the train. It’s a thing you do most days when Spencer is off on a case.
You would get on the same train, Spencer would then walk you to your place of work and then hop on the next train to the BAU.
It was the ordinary and it always helps to have a person around when one of your limbs become numb.
You bob up and down at the bottom of the stairs leading down to the train station. You’re both trying to beat the morning rush and get a seat for yourself.
‘I’m going as fast my body can take me with out tripping up (y/n).’ Spencer calls as he descends the steps.
When he gets down to you he nudges his shoulder to yours, a small gesture that you two do to one another.
But lately Spencer has been having the urge to hold your hand. You two always stand so close and the weather has been getting colder.
However, Spencer erases the feelings by putting a pair of gloves on.
You stand side by side on the platform waiting for your train.
‘Wait at at work today, I want to walk with you home tonight.’
‘But what if I have a case?’
‘Then you’ll text me like you normally do!’
‘Oh ok.’ His voice is interrupted but the bellowing of the train stopping.
The doors open and people flood out, he wait and allows you to get on first.
You sit down on a seat, Spencer stands guard next you ready to defend you from the idiots on the train who think you’re undeserving of said seat.
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You hold you visitor pass as you walk through the BAU, familiar face greet you as the daylight begins to fade.
You’ve been thinking about it all day, it’s been distracting you from your work.
The sudden realisation of how much you like like Spencer Reid.
It hit you like a tone of bricks whilst your boss was having a group meeting with everyone.
Somehow something had reminded of your dear friend and that had led you to realise that you think of him too much. Thus it dawning on you that you might really like him as more than a friend.
All day you have been like a zombie but rather thinking about eating brains yo only been thinking about Spencer. And now you normally happy walk has turned into one of shame, for now you need to hide your feelings from a floor of behavioral analysis.
‘Fuck.’ you mutter as an agents holds the door open for you, they give you an odd look but you quickly say your thank yous.
You thoughts are simple; one hand you can tell Spencer you discovered feelings and ‘mess everything up’ or you can try and hind everything from him and then ‘mess everything up’ that way.
You swear some more under your breath but as soon as you entre the bullpen containing Spencer and his fellow agents you turn from sweary to smiley.
The kind of forced smile combined with Spencer looking at you with a horrified look quietens the room.
JJ and Hotch stop talking even Rossi pokes his head out of his office.
‘H-hi (y/n) you’re a bit early.’ Spencer stammers.
‘Well you look ready.’ you point to his bag over his shoulder.
Spencer stands as you get closer to him.
Both of you want the same thing, you both want walk out together holding hands.
‘I’m going to cook tonight, if that’s ok with you?’ you ask, Spencer’s hands getting closer to yours.
You look down at his hand so close to yours and you take the leap of faith and grab it.
His fingers automatically intertwine with yours, you squeeze it with a degree of happiness.
It’s a small gesture but it conveys your feelings.
‘Does this mean someone is going to win the bet?’ you ask with a smile.
‘You know about that?’ Spencer askes.
‘I assumed that there was one with how nosey all your friends are.’
A simple ‘oh’ comes from Spencer’s mouth as you two walk out the doors hand in hand.
‘By the way how was your work day?’
‘Finished that big assignment and only with one numb limb.’
Your voices trail off as the rest of the BAU gather around.
‘Who won the bet!’ Garcia Emily asks as Garcia searches through her laptop records.
‘Let me see- Ah- found it-’ Garcia brings up the results, ‘Damn it Gideon won!’
Grones of annoyance ring out.
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hope this is ok and i also hope that i did an ok job and portraying plp even if it isn't the main thing.
to the people who have no clue what plp here’s how the person who requested the derek morgan x reader with plp said:
‘Basically people with PLP experience loss of muscle strength in the legs and arms at random times, usually one limb at a time. It may be triggered through sudden scares but can also happen without trigger. The limb goes numb and the person can’t use it for a random timespan, which can differ from around 10 minutes to several hours. There’s no known reason yet; doctors assume it’s psychosomatic like a tinnitus.’
this is gender neutral but if there’s any gendered language please message me and i’ll fix it.
also i like gideon and i needed to mention him and elle!
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid & reader#x female reader#x male read#x nonbinary reader#x petite reader#x tall reader#x plus size reader#x chubby reader#plp#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader
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Yamaguchi Tadashi: Second Encounter
First Meeting
*not edited*
It’s official
The coffee shop has run out of almond milk
Before your shift you stop in the store to get some
While there you spot a cute little Haworthia plant
Totally not bc the little spots remind you of a certain someone’s freckles
Nope
After buying your plant and milk you head to the shop to see your sister working the register
Putting your stuff on the counter and milk in the fridge you take
over the register
Doing your hw while helping people
when your sister finally notices she forces you to take a break to do your hw
“But you shouldn’t have to work alone”
“But you need to do your work and I’m your boss”
Not able to argue w/ her you grab your stuff and move to a table
After sometime your sister brings you a cortadito
“Hey, here’s your drink. I saw you bought some almond milk so I used that”
“Oh, uh,,, thanks”
Is that milk for you, no
Are you gonna tell your nosey sister that, hell no
But it seems the customers around you had a different idea
“Um, actually...” stop “She bought that for a customer who’s lactose intolerant and doesn’t like skim”
“You bought expensive milk for someone you barely know?”
“No! It’s for me I actually really like almond milk”
You take a sip and hum in not-so-fake pleasure bc it actually is pretty good
“Lies,” shut up “it’s for that cute first year that goes to your school, Yamaguchi”
You pushed yourself over top the booth to look at them in shock
“You know his name?”
“It’s on his bag”
“Oh”
“Back-up a bit. You have a crush?”
Nosey sisters are the worst
“No, I just felt bad that we didn’t have what he wanted!”
“Uh-huh” She stared at you, not believing your bullshit for even a second
“Mhmm” You stared back in challenge
After few beats of silence your sibling staring contest was interrupted by a customer over her shoulder
You look down at you phone to check the time
“You’re here early!”
It was only 19.55, he shouldn’t be here for another hr and 15 mins
“I didn’t know there was a set time I needed to be here at” He smiled cheekily
‘Don’t be cute right, now pls’
“There isn’t- I mean you can show up whenever you want, you’re just her at 9,,, normally”
“Practice ended earlier than normal”
“Oh.”
A weird silence followed this
The girl next to you exchanged looks w/ your sister
That was before you made the most horrifying realization
“You came for a drink”
You jumped out of your seat and rushed to the counter
And when I say jumped I mean jumped
You almost knocked your poor sister over
‘stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid-’
Yamaguchi shuffled over to the counter to wait for his drink
So did your sister, entertained beyond belief at your frantic demeanor
Once you made him his drink, you said “Sorry about that, you can study now-”
“My stuffs all over your usual table!”
‘stupid stupid stupid stupid-’
Mortified you hop over the counter to get their quicker
“Ah, no, it’s fine. I can sit somewhere else.”
Sweetie, no, you cannot, they won’t let you. This is your table and your alone
You pause to look at him “But this is your table”
Before he can respond you’ve cleared your stuff off the table
Not knowing what else to say Yamaguchi focuses on the plant you just set down “Your plants cute. Does it have a name?”
‘Does it have a name?! It’s not a pet. Dumbass’ - Yama right now
Before you all come for me this boy is friends w/ Tsukishima, he cusses
“Uh, no, not yet. I just got him today.”
You don’t even think it’s weird for him to ask, you precious bean you
Tbh, this is the least awkward interaction the whole night
He nods w/ pursed lips before flinching a smile and scurrying to his seat
As soon as his back is turned you slump against the counter in embarrassment
Your sister comes over and gives you a sympathetic pat on the back
“That was a train wreck”
“Shut up”
BONUS:
“That was rough kid, you alright”
Oh look it’s everyone’s favourite meddling college student, back for one last time
“mmmmmmmm” He’s also slumped on the table FYI
“Yeah alright bud, I feel that”
masterlist
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu preferences#haikyuu bf scenarios#haikyuu boyfriend scenarios#yamaguchi#yamaguchi tadashi#yamaguchi imagines#yamaguchi scenarios#yamaguchi preferences#yamaguchi x reader#x reader#anime#anime x reader#second encounter#gn!reader#haikyuu x gn!reader
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Let’s talk about the GP zodiacs (Part 2)
HOLSY HSIT I LOVE THE GP KIDS SO MUCH AND THEIR SIGNS ARE SO INTERESTING
Thank u to puff-poff for shooting me with an ask about the gp kids, I think our brains just assimilated
One more note: I should’ve mentioned this in my last post but compatibility between signs doesn’t only apply to romantic relationships, it applies to any kind of relationship like friendships, family relations, etc. It’s just that when it comes to more platonic relationships, wholly incompatible signs are more likely to be able to work something out together. As an example, I’m a Gemini, and I’m about 300% certain I could never ever in my life date a Pisces, but I do have a few Pisces friends that I get along well enough with.
Okay same drill—sign, element, infodump, GO
Violet
Birthdate: June 12th
Sign: Gemini
Element: Air
Overview: SQUEALS GUYS ITS VIOLET MY BELOVED. WE’RE BOTH GEMINIS THEREFORE WE ARE THE SAME PERSON. I’m kidding but no, Violet being a Gemini makes her 100x easier to project onto. So I mentioned before that Air signs are the least in tune with their emotions, are the thinkers before they act, are horribly indecisive, and these very much apply to Geminis as well. However, the most iconic trait of a Gemini is the ability to switch personalities at the drop of a hat whenever it services the group of people they’re in—what most people call the ‘two-faced’ part of Geminis. Hey, I promise you that being two-faced is actually a pretty cool and useful asset when in the hands of a decent human being. It means we get along well with a lot of different people, and if we don’t, we can act like we do as if it’s nothing. This asset, however, can turn into a curse of sorts in that a lot of us have...NO IDEA what our actual personality is. We reshape and remold ourselves and copy traits from other signs to fit in so much that we lose sight of who we are as an individual, and therefore we have a very hard time figuring out what we truly want. This is where the indecisiveness comes into play—ask a Gemini what they want for lunch and you’ll get a “what? Huh? Oh, you pick. I’m fine with whatever.” I know Geminis best because I am one, pls forgive me for rambling so much more about them than the other signssss.
Okay so first of all, let’s talk about Violet adapting to other characters to ‘fit in’. It’s not as obvious because Violet DOES seem to have one very fixed personality, but Violet prefers to speak through actions rather than words, so I would call her following Emma to help the children at GP a Gemini move. She could’ve simply dragged her to Lucas—she’s probably strong enough to do so, but instead she decided to go along with her. This isn’t to say there’s no pushback of course, as Air signs Geminis aren’t idiots, so they’ll often try to reason with others (particularly fire signs cough cough) to try to bring logic and critical thinking into the conversation. However, when that fails, they can still be counted on to support their friends even if they disagree. This is why Geminis and Leos are soulmates you heard it here, the stars said Violemma is the way. BUT ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW VIOLET’S THE ONE ADAM LISTENS TO DURING THE LEUVIS BATTLE. YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT BEING ABLE TO GET ALONG WITH A LOT OF PEOPLE, THERE YOU GO.
Anyway it’s also very much worth noting that while Violet can seem very harsh at times (bc Geminis will put you in your PLACE), bringing her logical kind of advice into conversations can be a very helpful comforter.
On another note this scene is so gay?
Compatibility and ships: hellooooooo Air sign Violet you are compatible with other Air signs (Aquarius, Libra, and Gemini) as well as Fire signs (Leo, Sagittarius, and Aries). Usually you’ll see Aquarius and Sagittarius as the most compatible with Geminis but I disagree with that because I have never met a Sagittarius I like so I’m still pointing fervently at Leos and the fact that Emma is a Leo. Listen. Violemma is the way. I am determined to convert all of you to Violemma if it’s the last thing I do. Geminis simply cannot help themselves around Leos they fall like a fucking anvil for that bright, golden-hearted dumbass energy. If there’s any Leos in the tpn fandom let me know I might just propose to you.
Oliver
Birthdate: October 25th
Sign: Scorpio
Element: Water
Overview: the first time I looked up Oliver’s birthday I went “Scorpio???? REALLY????” but then this is another case where the more I think about it, it does indeed make sense. If Leos are the natural leaders of the Fire signs, then Scorpios are the natural leaders of the Water signs. Where Cancers and Pisces will often lose themselves to their emotions, Scorpios have a very strong handle on them. I mentioned before that Water signs are at the highest emotional level, but Scorpios are a bit of an interesting case because you oftentimes won’t even notice that they’re very emotional people. They try to act like Air signs in that way, but their true colors are always there, waiting to be coaxed out.
For Oliver, you can clearly tell that his emotional bond with his friends and especially with Lucas is very high—but even so, he doesn’t let his emotions cloud his judgment or his ability to adapt to the situation at hand. Where earth signs are very fixed and difficult to move, water signs are always moving and changing to find solutions best suited for new circumstances. The best example I can give is the part where the music plays early, and despite internally panicking about it, Oliver is the one who naturally steps up to calm everyone down.
Scorpios are great at handling others’ emotions as well as their own, which makes them marvelously empathetic leaders. We stan.
Compatibility and ships: as a Water sign, Oliver is compatible with other Water signs (Cancer, Pisces, and Scorpio) as well as Earth signs (Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn) so speaking broadly that makes him compatible with Pepe (a Pisces) and Zack (a Cancer) but narrowing it down, Scorpios are usually best with Tauruses and Cancers. Idk if I’m the only one who ships Oliver with Pepe but I know there’s a few people who ship him with Zack—so congrats to you guys, you won the stars’ approval.
Lucas
Birthdate: November 28th
Sign: Sagittarius
Element: Fire
Overview: yall,,,, when I found out Lucas was a Saggy Titty I legitimately guffawed out loud. Lucas and Sagittarius is so funny.... because it’s so wrong. Saggy Titties are the definition of chaos, they’re brazen, impulsive, and constantly changing. Like think of a frat boy in a house full of beer and pool tables and hot girls and you get Sagittarius. This is why I have never met a Sagittarius I like—because they have frat boy energy, and even non-male Sagittariuses require wayyy too much energy for me to handle. I guess the only time Lucas really does act like a Sagittarius is in his childhood with Yuugo, and the way he’s a lot bolder and outgoing versus the quieter older Lucas we have now.
It is important to note that Lucas has been through a lot of trauma and lost a lot of comrades which could very well change the a person’s entire outlook and turn their personality 180 degrees—that could be a large factor, although on the flip side, Yuugo still fits his Capricorn sign even after going through what he’s been through. Different events affect different people differently. Lucas was most likely knocked entirely off his Sagittarius high-horse very quickly when he arrived in Goldy Pond. But if I had no prior knowledge of who he was beforehand, I very well might’ve pegged him a Leo like Emma or even another subtle Aries like Norman. So yes, he does indeed have fire energy, it’s just generally very lackluster and farrrr away from Sagittarius’ level.
Compatibility and ships: okay so I know the only Lucas ship with any weight to it in this fandom is Yuucas, and here’s the thing,,, A Sagittarius and Capricorn combo is the most horrifying fucking couple imaginable and I’m stan so hard. Realistically speaking, your Capricorns would try to put a leash on their Sagittariuses because man. I forgot to mention how childish Sagittariuses can be (though the frat boy comparison should’ve been a clue), and holy shit that poor Capricorn is gonna get ripped to shreds by their Sagittarius. Imagine like a super pompous cowboy trying to ride a furious bull that’s trying to buck him off like there’s no tomorrow. Capricorns are people who want complete control over themselves and their partners, while Sagittariuses,, Saggy Titties just want to see the world burn. Put them together and you could probably cause the End Times Apocalypse. But you know what? Good for them. I think Yuugo and Lucas love each other enough that the toxicity that comes with typical pairups with these two signs is about nonexistent between them. But I fully believe they could still destroy an entire planet and that’s valid of them to do so. Anyway moving on!
you wanna talk about another Sagittarius that makes absolutely no sense?
Paula
Birthdate: December 9th
Sign: Sagittarius
Element: Fire
Overview: My authors I am begging you, stop putting character birthdays in the Sagittarius zone you clearly don’t know what a Sagittarius is.
Since I refuse to acknowledge Paula as a Sagittarius, let’s talk about what sign she actually acts like because I said so. Paula’s a Virgo. Fight me Shirai. (Also im sus that shirai is virgophobic because where the fuck are my virgos. There’s like zero major characters that are virgos, and the characters that ARE don’t even act like virgos. I’m coming for your small intestine Shirai) so as earth signs, virgos are generally pretty resourceful and of course level-headed. They’re kinda shy and reserved, but they’re also very hard workers you can count on when you need to get a job done. Nary will you find a Virgo that procrastinates or attempts to weasel their way out of a mission they’ve been given. The unmovable earth in virgos shows through in how committed they are, and we can see all these traits in Paula. Though she’s a quieter member of the GP resistance, you can tell just how much of an asset she is to them. She doesn’t run, doesn’t lose her cool, and she’s good at pointing out important details.
Pls let me decide your characters’ birthdays for you Shirai I promise I am good at it.
Compatibility and ships: I guess, astrologically speaking, as a Sagittarius, Paula does fit pretty well with Sonya because she’s a Gemini. I actually know next to nothing about Paula ships but I do know she’s lesbian and her and Sonya are cute but I also ship her with Barbara because reasons don’t ask questions I WILL bite you anyway they’re compatible too because barb’s also a Gemini.
Lot of Geminis, don’t you think? Yes I do. Let’s talk about them.
Sonya and Sandy
Birthdates: June 3rd and May 22nd respectively
Signs: Gemini
Element: Air
Overview: these two are what I call the gemini twins bECAUSE THEYRE ALWAYS HANGING OUT AND ITS SO TRUE GEMINIS LOVE EACH OTHER BUT ALSO ITS SO WEIRD THAT WE GET ALONG. imagine like two of those one way mirrors facing each other where it just goes on and on and on for infinite mirror and that’s what two Geminis hanging out is like. Look, they’re literally thinking the same thing and it’s so great
Anyway there isn’t a whole lot of Sandy and Sonya content to go off of in the first place, but them being Geminis seems reasonable to me—at the very least they are indeed meant to get along well and they’re so in sync I could cry. Plus they’re pretty intuitive and able to think right on the spot as they’re facing Nous and Nouma (at least at first) My man Shirai also.. really likes Geminis for some reason because they keep popping up. So instead of one Spider-Man meme it looks more like this,
Compatibility and ships: not gonna dwell too long on this section because from previous ones you may already recall they’re compatible with each other and I guess with Paula as well as I must begrudgingly accept the fact that shes canonically a Sagittarius.
Pepe
Birthdate: February 19th
Sign: Pisces
Element: Water
Overview: so I mentioned before that water signs are at about the highest emotion level, which makes Pisces a very sensitive group like Cancers. But Pisces in general are known for being the kindest and most accepting people as well, which means they’re able to make a lot of friends very easily. They’re basically that one person you sat next to in class who started a conversation with you just to be nice. Now again, there’s not a whole lot of Pepe content to go off of, but we can tell he’s kind and loving to his friends and the other kids in GP. One thing I can mention is that Pisces usually are the one of the nosiest of the signs, and they get very bothered by lies and secrets (this is true for a lot of water signs, but Pisces are the worst in my experience) so we got this single piece that may have a little bit of the Pisces in Pepe showing:
Compatibility and ships: So as a Pisces, Pepe is only compatible with Oliver and Zack considering they’re also water signs. Everyone else is Fire and Air, funnily enough, but the Pepe ships with those two are super cute I think so it’s ok.
Zack
Birthdate: July 7th
Sign: Cancer
Element: Water
Overview: so do I think Zack fits his sign? Yes, in a way I do. I already went into Cancers when I explained Don, so quick recap: Cancers are some of the most sensitive and empathetic, so their loyalty to their loved ones is pretty close to on-par with an Aries. And while Zack isn’t as outwardly emotional as someone like Don, the Cancer in him shows up well in that he’s constantly taking extremely difficult missions he doesn’t want his friends to risk, and he shrugs off any injury to himself.
This might just be a me thing but almost every Cancer I’ve met has a habit of doing That. I am so concerned for their safety. I guess though, if I hadn’t known his sign beforehand, I 100% would’ve pegged him an Aries.
Compatibility and ships: I already went over this with Pepe, but Zack is compatible with Pepe and Oliver. Y’all ok listen to me. OT3. Make it happen. Between them they have every sign in the element of water. They’d be unstoppable.
Gillian
Birthdate: September 30th
Sign: Libra
Element: Air
Overview: here’s a fun one. So as I previously stated, air signs are usually out of tune with their emotions, but where that causes Aquariuses and Geminis to repress or hide them, Libras,,,, just dump them everywhere. Listen I know Libras are supposed to be the sign of the balance scales and they have a thing about the world being perfectly balanced which makes them more prone to revenge bUT ALSO. MY first and foremost takeaway from Libras is that they all suffer from Rich Bitch syndrome, in which they obsess over material items and every Libra has a thing about cute girly stuff change my mind. HOWEVER, they’re often very chaotic as well, the kinda Sagittarius of the Air signs. So like a super cute and seemingly fun girl who will probably murder you in your sleep.

I’m sorry I can’t take it I’ve been laughing at this for the past fifteen minutes it’s too funny. Anyway, Gillian’s Rich Bitch Syndrome appears through her fashion statement. Her PINS. omg. Gillian your Libra is showing.
Compatibility and ships: as a Libra Gillian is compatible with other Air signs (Aquarius, Gemini, Libra) as well as Fire signs (Aries, Sagittarius, Leo) but she’s most compatible with Aries and Sagittarius so—— Paula yes, but also Nigel because he’s an Aries! Speaking of Nigel,
Nigel
Birthdate: March 27th
Sign: Aries
Element: Fire
Overview: Aries Nigel doesn’t come as a surprise, let’s be real here. I delved into Aries before with Norman, so just as a recap: Aries are so intensely loyal to the ones they love and would do absolutely anything for them even at the cost of their lives, and this can make them prone to outbursts of anger and/or impulsivity. Here’s your one image of Aries Nigel, I don’t even have to explain:
Compatibility and ships: so I already said this but Nigel is at his most compatible with Gillian. Are there other Nigel ships?? Pls let me know I’m very curious.
Aw, it’s over now :(
I loved talking about the GP kids they fill the void in my heart. Now to move onto talking about the demons because the silliest idiot requested it and I am beyond ecstatic to spout pure headcanon bullshit. If you’re feelin excited then feel free to keep sending characters my way I will be happy to ramble about their canon zodiac or my headcanon for their zodiac
Edit: i forgot to link part 1 to anyone who wants it and doesn’t want to stalk my profile to find it
#the promised neverland#yakusoku no neverland#tpn analysis#tpn#goldy pond#you have no idea the trouble tumblr put me through attempting to put only ten images in this giant post#fuck u tumbley for having a limit#but i also took the extra effort to make unnecessary memes so that ones on me#hope y’all like#ugh this made me think about GP ships and how much i wanna draw them#especially the new OT3 I can hyperfixate on#also can we talk about Sagittarius erasure in media#the only Sagittarius I know who actually acts like a Sagittarius in his respective show is Shou from mp100#but he’s also one of my favorites so I guess not all sagittariuses (derogatory)#what was i talking about#tpn manga spoilers#mal rants#man I wanted to wait a little longer to post this but I’m literally on the brink of passing out I’m so tired#so here ya go take it#idk if I’ve made errors I was like half-awake when I proofread it#but anyway g’night I’m gonna go into a coma
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