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star-girl69 · 4 months

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Your Girl

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: late at night, you and clarisse get to know one another.

a/n: ykw i dont even know what i write anymore just enjoy it i truly just listen to the wind oh my god

Your Girl - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: im sorry im obsessed w the nightmare trope, friends to lovers MEYOW, HURT COMFORT, clarisse just wants to KISS, light tension, very light and fluffy tho…. not a lot of angst tbh, POSSESSIVE CLARISSE I SCREAMED, mutual pining YESSSSS, they’re in love but they don’t think the other could be in love w them, clarisse knows what she wants and sets out to get it, monsters- again it’s a drakon bc i’m evil, mentions of death, swearing, mentions of weapons, weed and smoking, substance abuse idk if it’s addiction my health teacher would be so disappointed, shotgunning weed, idk what’s happening honestly we’re all along for the ride, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You don’t know where Clarisse gets it from, but she has good weed.

They’re these perfectly little rolled blunts, with some sort of amazing concoction inside- you can’t even be bothered to care that it’s bad for you. Not when it makes you feel so good, not when it makes everything else fade away.

So, that’s why you’re here now. Sitting in the woods, leaning against a rock covered in moss, staring up at the stars. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you’re just here next to each other. But tonight, you think you took one too many hits, so you’re feeling a little sentimental.

“I would fucking die without you, Clarisse.”

She snorts. “Yeah, probably.”

“No, no, not just like- because you’re so strong, and stuff, but because of this fucking weed. I can’t sleep without it, y’know.”

She hums.

“And, like, you need sleep to live, or else your brain will like eat itself, or something ridiculous. Did you know that?”

She looks at you, mouth curved into an unimpressed smile, eyebrows raised. “I didn’t, and I care so much. Thanks for telling me, leech.”

“That’s mean,” you huff.

“Then stop leeching off of me and stealing my weed.”

Clarisse always looks so pretty in the moonlight. You would never admit that to anyone, but in the dark when your head is all hazy- you know she’s pretty. She’s beautiful, if you’re being honest, but she’s also your dealer- you can’t risk upsetting her. But still, sometimes you’re not sure how she isn’t a daughter of Aphrodite.

But you know better than anyone else that she gets everything from Ares, like she’s a carbon copy of him.

She gets her precision, her strength, her tactical mind, her rolling storm of emotions from him.

Except, there’s a softness in her. Only here, in the moonlight. You don’t know if it’s you or the weed, but you like to think it’s you. You like to think that Clarisse likes you as much as you like her, not just tolerates you for your mediocre company.

She’s sitting with one foot planted onto the ground, hair pulled back all messy, her arm balancing on her knee. The joint is held out conveniently towards you, lazily in between her fingers, so you flip yourself onto your stomach and reach out with open lips.

She smiles and flips the joint around, placing it onto your lips. Your close your eyes and your mouth, breathing in deeply. Gods, does it taste horrible, but you love it too much.

You pull back and breathe out the smoke.

“You love me, and my weed-stealing tendencies.”

“Uh, yeah, okay,” she rolls her eyes.

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Clarisse probably trains more than any other demigod at camp. Thirty minutes after dinner, like clockwork, you can find her heading to the field where all the sparring dummies live.

Clarisse is probably your only true friend at camp. You stick to yourself for the most part, hang out with your siblings, but besides for that it’s Clarisse. And she’s the same way. She hangs out with her siblings, and then you. Of course- everyone at Camp knows her name and her ruthless reputation.

You’re unknown, she’s known. She’s the best fighter you’ve ever seen, you’re mediocre, compared to her. She helps you at every turn, you’re the one getting helped by her. She’s mean to everyone, and you’re kind to whoever happens upon you.

You force each other to bring out the other sides of yourself no one gets to see. Clarisse gets to be soft, you get to be loud and annoying. You’re friends, but you both get something out of it.

She’s your friend, your dealer, your savior.

If the first day you came to camp, running through the woods with a drakon hot on your heels and your mouth split open into a scream- maybe Clarisse and her siblings wouldn’t have turned around and noticed the drakon.

Of course, Clarisse was the one who actually killed it, and she was the one who hoisted you up from where you had collapsed, breathing heavily. She was the one who actually made sure you weren’t hurt while your satyr protector panicked about having to face the Cloven Council.

She was the one who found you in the middle of the night, that drakon hissing in your ear, she was the one who gave you the claw she had pried from it’s dead body, she was the one who told you it was dead and nothing could hurt you in Camp.

“Clarisse!” you call, running towards her. Most campers like to wind down after dinner, so the field is empty.

“Leech,” she says when you reach her, leaning her spear against a dummy and stretching her arms above her head.

You always come everyday. You ask her the same question.

“Do you have it?”

She digs under her armor, pulling out the small cloth containing the blunt. “You would probably go insane if I didn’t.”

You feel calmer just looking at it. You smile sheepishly up at her.

“You know I can’t sleep without it, Clarisse.”

She looks away, stuffing it back under her armor, against her stomach.

“Maybe you should try and skip one night.”

You scoff. “I don’t feel like pulling an all-nighter, Clarisse.”

She nods, but her face is riddled with concern. “Okay, angel,” she mutters, so low you can barely hear it. But you do. You hear her call you angel, and you turn away instead of slamming your lips into hers.

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After that first night, you slept with that claw tight into your hand. And it was fine. You still had the occasional nightmare, but every demigod had those. But the older you got, the more monsters you learned about, the more comfortable you got with being a demigod- the more the nightmares came. Knowing the drakon was dead didn’t help, and the nightmares got worse and worse until Clarisse found you again one night.

You had drifted apart from her. She had her life and you had hers, but ever since you’ve been bonded by the nights.

She wrapped her arms around you and let you cry, mumbling about how she was the strongest demigod at camp, and there was the barrier, and nothing would ever get through to you.

She was soft in that moment. And you could tell she regretted it, because she ignored you for the next few days until one of her siblings pushed you to the ground. She appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his shirt, yelling that if he ever touched you again, she’d fucking kill him.

While he sputtered and asked why she cared about some stupid weak girl, she helped you up and said: “She’s my girl.”

And since that day 3 months ago, you’ve always been her girl. Neither of you really knew what that meant, except you liked being around each other and you liked this transaction. Clarisse liked owning something. You liked belonging to someone.

That’s what this entire friendship is about- convenience.

So, that’s why Clarisse being concerned about you makes you feel weird. You care about Clarisse, she cares about you- but only enough that she doesn’t want to see you hurt by someone else. But who is she to stop you when you’re the one hurting yourself?

You arrive at the rock in the forest, fingers twisting together. Clarisse is already there, lighter and blunt set out on the ground, polishing her spear.

“Hey,” she says, looking down.

“Hi.”

You sit down, eager to get your hands on the weed and forget about the way Clarisse’s concern confuses you.

You stare at your shaking hand.

Gods, are you really that nervous?

Clarisse’s eyes are sharp, she notices everything, she processes it much faster than you can ever dream to. It’s why she’s so quick in battle. She’s a well oiled machine and you’re the one job she’s assigned to do- she knows you by heart after all these nights.

Her spear is pushed off her lap. “Why are you shaking?” she says, voice low and raspy, her hand cupping yours.

“Low blood sugar,” you lie. “I’ll grab a snack before I go to bed.”

She says nothing, but you watch her hesitate as she grabs the blunt and the lighter from the ground, you watch her hesitate again as she goes to light it. But she lights it, she sticks it in between her fingers and holds it out to you.

“C’mere,” she mutters, and you lean forward and let her place the blunt on your parted lips. You breathe in, only for a few seconds, and you could go for a lot longer.

“I wasn’t done,” you huff as she takes her own drag.

“My weed,” she shrugs. “I decide how much you get.”

“You’re a bitch.”

She laughs. She laughs and it makes your stomach twist in such a good way you can’t feel like this anymore, you can’t remember what she does to you, what she called you.

You reach out blindly for the blunt, biting your lip as you practically climb on top of her.

“Clarisse!” you yell, but she seems to find your desperation hilarious, holding the blunt out as far as she can. “I fucking hate you, oh my Gods.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” she says, pushing you off of her. You realize you’re laying on your stomach in between her legs, one hand planted to the ground around her leg, the other reaching out.

She leans back and takes another drag. You roll your eyes and move to attack her, but she’s too fast, sitting up and holding your hand down, her other hand grabbing your chin. She breathes out the smoke right into your lips that are parted in shock, smiling as you stare right into her amused eyes.

She leans back while you sit there stupidly on top of her, blowing out the smoke. “That- that’s- I hate you, did I mention that?”

“You did,” she muses. “But we both know you’re lying.”

You look at her, at her wide smile, at the look in her eyes. You want nothing more than to be her girl- her girl in the way that she’ll kiss your head, tell you about all the things you’ll never do, she’ll lay down with you in a bed of soft pillows. Her girl in the way the reason she’s soft in the moonlight isn’t the weed, it’s because of you. Her girl in the way you can run to her, the way you do now, but with the added connotation of love.

You grab the joint, and she lets you, watching intently as you breathe in and blow out the smoke. She has no right to be worried over you. Not when you’re the one making the choice to waste away your youth. And especially when you’re not her girl- not in the way you want to be.

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“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come,” she hums.

You sit back against the rock. Normally, you would have been here 20 minutes ago.

You didn’t catch her after dinner, and you stayed firmly in your bed until it all got to be too much. You’re terrified of sleeping, of the nightmares that will come- but for some reason, the weed just puts you at such ease that you don’t have any nightmares.

You didn’t want to be near Clarisse tonight. Not after yesterday, not after the way she’s been making you feel, and the fact that you know she could never really like you. Why would she? You are the stupid weak girl who gets pushed over. You run from drakon’s and can’t even sleep because of nightmares.

Clarisse is fiercely protective of those she loves, but you’re too much work.

You wanted to go one night. One night without the weed, and prove to her and yourself that you don’t need it. You’re not that weak.

But you couldn’t.

You sit down, she looks at your tense shoulders and doesn’t tease you, just hands you the blunt. You mumble something of a thank you, looking up at the stars, shoulders relaxing after a few more breaths.

“I, uh, I tried to skip. Tonight, I mean. I tried not to come.” It’s embarrassing to admit this. You’re so scared of the nightmares that even if it’s a placebo effect, you come back to this clearing every night.

“But you couldn’t?” she asks.

“I couldn’t,” you affirm, staring at the ground.

“Well, you can’t just go cold turkey, dummy. You have to wean yourself off of it. Do you not remember, like, any of those nicotine patch ads?” she laughs. “You’ve got a good memory, you remember.”

“Shut up, meanie,” you mumble, raising the joint to your lips. She stops you.

“Ah-ah. Starts now. Make it a good one, ‘cause that’s your last, baby.”

“Fine,” you mumble, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. You breathe in for a long time, tempted to go a little longer, but Clarisse reaches over and pinches your cheek. “Okay!” you yell, throwing the joint back to her.

She laughs and raises it to her own lips, taking in another long drag before putting it out.

You look at her, silent question in the air. She shrugs.

“Been meaning to slow down for a while, why not do it together?”

“Yeah,” you hum, looking back towards the stars. “Oh, hey, Ares is out tonight.” She looks over.

“Yeah,” she muses. “Fuckin’ Ares.”

“It’s still beautiful,” you say, stars in your eyes. “You have to think about it the way mortals do. They don’t know the Gods put them up there- they think it’s just some random spotting of stars, they think they made patterns out of it. Isn’t that beautiful? To make patterns and people out of stars? To look for humanity where there is none?”

“I never thought about it like that,” Clarisse says.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” you ask. You can feel her eyes on you.

“Yeah,” she affirms. “Beautiful.”

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The next two weeks goes by the same. You don’t catch Clarisse after dinner, but you come every night, you smoke a little less, she teases you and gets closer to you. She gets bolder and bolder and you get shyer and shyer.

You still feel like too much. If she just lets you prove this to her and to yourself, the maybe you can lean against the rock with her and flirt back.

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You meet Clarisse by the rock. She’s still standing, waiting for you. She takes the last of the blunt you’ve been using for the last few days and lights it, taking one small drag before she flips it around and holds it out to you.

“C’mon,” she guides. “Not too much, I’ll stop you.”

You feel kind of like a baby as Clarisse puts the joint on her lips, fingertips against your face to steady her hand. You breathe in for just a second, tempted for more, but she takes it away. You look up at her, fingers twisted together.

“Clarisse, I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

She leaves the blunt to blow out in the wind in the natural dip of the rock, your own little ashtray at the top. Of course, Clarisse will come and collect it the next morning- you don’t want to upset the nymphs and satyrs in the forest.

“It’s a good idea,” she affirms. “Don’t worry, okay?”

You’re scared. You remember being chased by the drakon even now, you remember it’s snarls, you remember it’s claws moving through the air. You remember your heart pumping in your ears, you remember the stones in your stomach that were supposed to be fear.

You feel like Kronos, but what you swallowed wouldn’t just sit idly inside of you- no, your fear would rip through your stomach and your skin and burst out of you in an explosion of blood, like some sick joke of a firework.

She grabs your wrists. Clarisse is soft, here, in the moonlight.

“Hey, it’s okay. I-I was thinking, I didn’t know if you were gonna be okay, but why don’t you sleep in my cabin?”

You shift on your feet. “Clar, no, I can’t ask you to do that. What if we get caught? And I-I- it’s embarrassing, what if your siblings see? What if they tell everyone?”

Clarisse rolls her eyes and tugs you closer from where you had subconsciously started to drift away.

“They already think we’re dating, anyways. Besides, Y/N, no one cares. Most of my siblings have secrets anyways,” she smiles.

“Wh- we’re dating? They think- why?”

Her face is deadpan. “‘Cause you’re my girl.”

You pull back. “Clarisse.”

“What?” she says, slightly incredulous. “You are. You’re about the only person I can tolerate at this camp. I hope you know that. I know I can be horrible, but really, I… care about you a lot.”

You look in her eyes. There’s no lies, no insincerity.

“I know, Clarisse. And I… I appreciate it so much. You’re, like, my only friend,” you smile.

She smiles back but it’s tight. “Friend, yeah.”

You put your arms around her neck and hug her. It’s the first time you’ve ever really hugged her, and her arms wrap tight around your waist. Her mouth presses against your hair. You let yourself be her girl in this moment.

Clarisse is your best friend. She cares about you. Of course she helps you with this. She’s your best friend. Of course you let her.

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You do follow Clarisse back to the Ares cabin, back to her bed- and she points to one of her siblings you can’t see in the dark, but there are two figures in the bed. She smiles and you stifle a laugh.

You know better than anyone else that big bad Ares kids are like a marshmallow on the inside. They act all tough, and they are pretty tough, but there’s a soft spot inside of them only unlocked by one person with the right key.

You notice her sibling has their arm around the other person. You wonder if Clarisse will wrap her arm around you like that too.

Clarisse climbs into her bed, opening the covers for you. The beds at Camp are twin sized, but you can fit two people on them if you’re close together. You don’t hesitate, not anymore, not when you have one chance to pretend you’re really hers.

You lay on your side, facing her, hands tucked up by your chest. Her eyes meet yours, she brushes her curls out of her face.

“Good?” she asks. You nod, breathing out.

“‘M fine,” you say.

She rubs your arm, cold from the dark night. “Just relax, okay? Just close your eyes, Y/N.”

You do, you close your eyes, but you’re so fucking terrified you can’t.

“Clarisse,” you breathe, a plead. For what, you don’t know. You want a million things from her in this moment. It’s not fair of you to ask her, you know this, but it doesn’t stop you from asking.

Your breath comes fast, your nails dig into your palms, but you keep your eyes screwed shut like sleep will just magically hit you like a train.

“It’s okay,” Clarisse says, firm. “Why are you so scared?” she whispers.

“They’re so real,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

“They’re not.”

She wraps her arms around you so tight you feel like she’s crushing you. But it keeps you in the moment. If you focus on the way her skin feels against yours, on the way her thumb brushes your shoulder blade, her fingertips scratching the back of your scalp.

If you focus, if you imagine all the thing you and her will never do, if you imagine being her girl, then you can fall asleep.

You dream of her lips pressing against your head, her voice in your ear, calling you her angel.

—-

You wake up, Clarisse still wrapped around you, and slowly detangle yourself. Drool pools at the corner of her lips, and you have to bite back a giggle as you slip out of the blankets and into the warm riding sun.

She looks just as pretty in the sunlight as she does in the moonlight. You feel like a lover slipping out of a bed of secrets. But you’re not. You’re just a friend slipping out of a bed of rumors.

She looks so peaceful, you can’t help but wonder if she always sleeps like this- or if having you next to her had the same effect on her sleep as it did to yours.

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There’s a loud knock at your cabin door.

There’s only you and a few of your siblings in here, putting the final touches on their outfits for the day, grabbing the last items they need. One of your younger siblings open the door, and you look around the pillars- maybe it’s a counselor doing some sort of inspection? You take a glance around your bunk- but it’s all clean.

Your eyes meet hers.

“Out,” she says, roughly. She looks at you so intently you almost wonder if she’s talking to you. But when you siblings stand there in shock, she looks away. “Well? I said get out, dummies.”

They exchange looks with you, but eventually shuffle out, not wanting to risk Clarisse and her wrath.

She shuts the door behind your last sibling.

“Being tough has it perks, huh?” she smiles, leaning against the door. Your shirt isn’t even pulled on properly, one of your bra straps is already falling down your shoulder from the act of putting your shirt on, and you’re staring at her with your mouth wide open.

She looks you up and down.

“C-Clarisse, what-?”

She walks over to you, frown etched onto her face.

“I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“Oh,” you say. “I… I thought you would have wanted me gone-”

“Don’t care. If you’re going to sleep with me then you need to wake me up and tell me you’re leaving.”

She rolls her eyes at your confusion. She sits on your bed and then gestures animatedly for you to sit down.

“Did you not sleep well?” she fusses. “What’s up with you this morning?”

“I slept great, Clarisse, it’s just- why are you here?”

“To tell you that you can’t leave,” she deadpans. “I mean, you spend all night shaking in my arms, terrified, and then I wake up and you’re not there? I almost killed someone. You’re lucky I decided to check here first, Y/N.”

She laughs. She laughs like it’s so funny.

“Why?” you ask.

“‘Cause you’re my girl,” she shrugs. “And-”

“Clarisse, what does that mean?”

You know what you want. And you’re not dumb, but you’re the only friend Clarisse really has- what did you have to compare it to? You’ve been thinking about it in your head, rolling it around like a diamond- each side reflects something you want from her. Her love, her protection, her touch, her time, her.

She plays with her fingers. “It means… I like touching you. I like protecting you. I like being near you. I like your voice and your face.”

She stares at you blankly, like she’s recounting a grocery list, waiting for an affirmative “yes, I heard you.” But all you can do is stare in shock, trying to make your brain catch up with your heart- Clarisse likes your face. Clarisse feels the same way you do. You can be her girl, and you’re not too much for her, you’re not just friends.

“Oh, fuck it,” she mumbles. She places her hand on your face and pecks your lips. “That’s what it means, okay? I’m, like, embarrassingly in love with you, if you haven’t noticed.”

Clarisse is so blunt and forward it makes your head spin.

She stares into your eyes, searching them for something other than shock and confusion.

“Okay,” she says. Shuffling back. You can tell she’s hurt and embarrassed, but her face reveals nothing other than faux confidence and indifference. “I’ll go, I guess-”

“Bitch,” you mumble, slamming your lips onto hers.

It feels so overwhelmingly right and fills you with such a calmness that weed could never compare to. If you were dependent on the joints, then one taste and you’re addicted to Clarisse. She kisses you back with just as much ferocity, throwing your arms around her neck, trying to swallow you whole with her mouth as she grabs your neck with one hand, your face with the other.

It’s months of tension and wanting, lips touching through the passing of a joint, all of it coming down to this moment that feels so bad, so sinful- surely the Gods must frown upon loving someone this much. You would never pray to any of them again if it meant Clarisse would keep kissing you like this.

When she finally pulls back, you’re both smiling wide, leaning into her palm, hands playing with the curls at the base of her neck. You feel like a giddy school girl. You feel like a lover discovering something wildly new and unknown, promising to keep it secret, sealing it with a kiss of pure fire.

“That was such a mean way to confess to someone,” you say. “Just bitchy. Brass and blunt- harsh, even.”

“Shut up,” she mumbles, pressing her face against yours.

“Yeah, it’s okay. I know you’re a big softie who drools in her sleep.” She pulls away and glares at you.

“I don’t fucking drool, Y/N. You’re seeing things.”

You fake frown, bringing her closer to you. “Such a horrible thing to say to your girlfriend.”

“My girlfriend?” she breathes, swollen lips parting like she’s aching to kiss you again.

“Your girlfriend,” you affirm, staring straight into her eyes.

You sunk more into becoming a demigod and all it got you was nightmares and a fear of sleeping. But the more you sunk into being her girl, the more you sunk into loving her and being loved.

You don’t know where Clarisse gets her softness from. Certainly not from her father. She didn’t learn to kiss your head from him. She didn’t learn how to hold you, how to call you hers, how to whisper in your ear from Ares.

You don’t know where Clarisse gets her softness from, but it’s good.

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SHOUTOUT TO clarisse “cause you’re my girl” la rue LOVE YOUR POSSESSIVE ASS!!!!!!!!

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clarisse when y/n smokes weed: oh so pretty……

clarisse when y/n can only fall asleep bc of her arms or her weed: my girl fr……..

clarisse when y/n: oh my wonderful perfect angel

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y/n: BITCH

clarisse: YOURE SO HOT FUCK

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where did clarisse get her weed from you may ask? me that’s where she got it from i ripped through the fabric of reality to give it to her to make this happen actually and you’re welcome

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hazelvrr · 3 months

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Chapter 1: The fair

S/n: As promised here's chapter 1, let me know if I should continue with this fic as I've never written a full fic before so I might be rubbish, also it's not proofread but any mistakes should only be minor. No use of y/n. I tried to capture their personalities to the best of my ability but they are so funny that they're also extremely difficult to write. I tried to not repeat any scenes from the movie, they still happen unless I mention them differently but I didn't want to sound like a broken record.

Summary: you get ready with pj and josie for the fair and they question your friendship with hazel and then you see her at the fair.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.1k

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The fair was the one thing you looked forward to at the end of summer. Pretty much everything else about summer ending absolutely sucked but at least there was the fair.

Every year as soon as August rolled around, you were counting down the days until you could ride the ferris wheel, get cotton candy and most importantly, see hazel for the first time in 3 months.

Your 'best friend' hazel, if you could even call her that, volunteered at some charity or association of some sort all summer every single year without fail, so you couldn't see her for 3 months straight, which always drove you crazy.

You weren't quite sure why, after all, it was the same with pj and josie because they were away at some abstinence camp for the youth or as pj called it 'an anti sex cult run by a bunch of jealous old nuns who dont get any and are trying to ruin her life because shes hot as fuck' (her words, not yours) so you didn't see them either but you couldn't care less, so why were you so bothered about not seeing hazel?

Either way, you were super exited about this year's fair and had decided to get a ride from josie (only because you were embarrassed to tell anyone cool that you had failed your drivers test 5 times over the summer and had acctually managed to get yourself banned from the local dmv from 'assaulting your driving instructor' which you only did because he totally had it in for you) so naturally you thought it was a good idea to get ready at her house with her and pj.

BIG MISTAKE.

You should have known that pj and Josie, being the horny pervs that they are, spent the whole evening scheming about getting the cheerleaders attention, and how they were planning on getting possibly the straightest teenage girls you had ever seen in your whole life to fall head over heels for them.

Absolute losers.

You were so used to their antics that your brain had completely tuned them out as you applied your eyeliner, sitting beside pj, faces pushing eachother out of the way to fight to look in the tiniest mirror on josies desk.

You had stopped listening after josie had started ranting about the size of Jeff's penis, you were planning on stuffing your face with corndogs in less than an hour, and that was really putting you off the idea, that was until you heard josie say your name.

"Soo, have you spoken to hazel since school ended?"

Pj looks over at you with a shit eating grin on her face, "what she means to say is, have the two of you fucked yet?"

You roll your eyes at pj, not even dignifying her with an answer and turn your head to face josie, who was now stacking snapbacks on her head whilst looking in the mirror.

"To answer your question, yeah we've facetimed a few times and texted a lot."

"Oooo phone sex," pj giggles, "kinky."

You just flick pj in the head and begin applying your lipgloss.

Josie picks up one of the snapbacks from the floor and launches it at pjs head and instead misses and knocks over the mirror.

"Dude what the fuck." Pj hisses, standing up to go over to josies closet door to look at her outfit in the full length mirror, posing and checking herself out.

"Seriously though, when are you going to make a move?" Josie asks, backing away from pj and going to sit on the bed.

You look at her with a confused expression, "what do you mean, we're just friends."

Josie cocks her eyebrow and smirks, "please, you've been in love with her since 5th grade, you know it, I know it, pj knows it, pretty much everyone in a 10 mile radius can see it, except for hazel herself since she's an oblivious dork, but that's besides the point."

You go to answer but pj comes back over and sits back down next to you and you take the opportunity to escape and use the bathroom.

You take your time in there staring into the glass, turning your body around, checking that your hair is straight, your makeup looks good in natural lighting, oh and that your cleavage is poking through your tank top just enough, for no particular reason other than looking hot for yourself (well, that's what you told yourself anyways).

As you open the bathroom door to return to josies bedroom you hear pj and josie whispering, and being as nosy as you are, you press your ear up against the door to listen to what they're saying.

"Shhh she's gonna hear you" josie hushes.

"Shut up no she's not, that bitch couldn't hear a rocket land if it landed on the roof."

"How much did you say you wanna bet again?"

"50 bucks. If by the end of the school year they haven't fucked, I owe you 50 bucks, but if they have, you owe me 100."

"How the fuck does that work, why do I owe you double?"

"Because I'm fucking awesome... okay because I'm broke as hell and am gonna need the contribution for my homecoming dress so I can look sexy for brittany, duh."

"Yeah yeah whatever, its a deal, I think she's coming."

You once again roll your eyes at how pathetic they are. You swear to god that if you spent any more time with them than you already do, your eyes would permanently be fixed in the back of your head.

"Hey guys, you ready to go it's almost 8," you suggest as you open the door, "josie, what the hell do you think you're wearing?!"

"What do you mean?" She looks down confused at her spiritual playboy shirt, 5 carabiners hooked onto her pants' belt loops and her arm sling on her right arm.

"You look like dyke throw-up," pj cackles, standing up from the desk and following you both out of the bedroom door.

Josie looks back at pj as you're all walking down the stairs, "pj you can't say anything, look at you, you've got suspenders over your nipples like a goddamn freak."

Pj flips her off from behind her head and you can't help but giggle as you follow them out to the car and hop in the backseat.

"How'd you break your arm again josie?" You lean forward and ask as josie turns the keys and reverses out of her driveway.

"She flunked out of anti horny camp and fell out of her bunk rubbing one out," pj replies casually, looking down at her phone that displays brittanys Instagram posts from the summer, "fuck, she got even hotter over summer, how's that even possible?"

"Is isabel in any of the photos?" Josie questioned desperately, sneaking a peak down at pjs phone as she pulls up to a red light.

"God you're both pathetic."

You finally arrive to the fair, granted you're 20 minutes late because josie circled the parking lot at least 10 times as pj yelled at her to just fucking park, but josie wanted to make sure she could find a big enough spot.

You hand over your tickets and walk in, they're both muttering about something or other but you're not really listening, you're just scanning for hazel until you feel a tap on your shoulder and nearly jump out of your skin.

"Hey guys," hazel smiles, bringing you in for a hug, "long time no see, wait.. pj, josie, you never come to the fair?"

You point over at isabel and brittany standing a few feet away, where they had been gawking at them for the past 5 minutes.

"Ah, I see," She nods, I haven't seen you In ages I've missed you."

"Yeah.. me too," you blush, looking down at your shoes.

"Oh shit what happened to josies arm?"

"Masterbating."

"What, is her vagina made out of concrete or something?"

"No what? Hazel, she fell out of her bunk," pj scoffs.

"Can everyone please stop talking about my vagina?" Josie interjects.

"Soo hazel, what's this I hear about you volunteering at a slop farm?" Pj questions.

"The national meat association? Yeah it was good," hazel replies, "so did you guys get up to anything crazy over summer?"

"Yeah we killed this girl at camp for snitching on josie, got arrested, taken to Juvie and spent the rest of summer there, nearly died but they let us go when we told them that we're dykes and called them homophobic," pj explains sarcastically.

"What?! Are you guys okay?"

Josie facepalms.

You were about to explain that pj was being sarcastic when you hear cheering and you all look over to see Jeff appearing with the rest of the football team.

You all exchange disgusted looks and then pj notices that isabel and brittany are walking in your direction.

She snatches your corndog out of your hand and hands it to josie and then takes hazels cotton candy and hands her a wad full of tickets. Her and josie anxiously keep swapping the corndog and cotton candy mumbling to eachother until isabel and brittany are standing right infront of you all.

Josie drops her corndog, well actually YOUR corndog and kicks it away in hopes of isabel not noticing but both isabel and brittany look down and watch her do it, then look back up at her and raise their eyebrows.

"Hey can I uh, get my cotton candy back?" Hazel asks as she reaches forwards towards pj to grab it, but instead is hit in the head with it by pj who just ignores her and takes a bite out of it.

You look at hazel and shrug your shoulders, jerking your head to turn her attention back to the disaster of a conversation going on between the four of them.

"Oh hey, didn't see you there," brittany says to you poking her head round to look at you, "how's your summer been?"

"Yeah it's been good," you reply, "looking forward to cheering again though I've really missed it, what about you guys?"

"Yeah, I've been practicing all summer I'm really looking forward to getting back into it!" Isabel smiles, stepping forward.

The conversation goes on for a painful amount of time, every second making you want to gouge your eyeball out with a fork as you just make ridiculous faces at hazel, who just looks back at you the same way before giggling.

You went to follow pj and josie out to josies car when hazel quickly follows, "I can drive you home if you want, your on the way and I doubt you want to listen to another second of them babbling on about isabel and brittany."

"Yeah that would actually be great, thank you."

"No trouble at all," She says, "plus, it's an excuse to speak to you, we haven't had much of a chance to talk tonight."

She pulls out her car keys and unlocks her car, of course its a range rover. Her mom gave it to her as a pity gift when her dad left which obviously didn't fix the issue but hazel didn't complain and just accepted the car, even though she wasn't old enough to drive at the time, which her mom forgot because she barely pays any attention to her own daughter.

The drive is only 5 minutes long, since you live so close, so you don't get long to chat, but she tells you all about the meat association and the cool tshirt she got to wear, even showing you a photo when she pulls up on your driveway.

You lean over and give her a hug, "see you at school tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it," She grins, "meet me outside to walk in together?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

Once you had kicked off your shoes and lazily removed your makeup, you got changed and plopped onto your bed.

Tonight was so chaotic yet for some reason you weren't thinking about pj and josies funny attempt at flirting or how they had made complete asses out of themselves, only about the drive home with hazel, how her hair blew in the wind, framing her face perfectly, how her hand gripped the steering wheel as she reversed out of the parking lot and how her eyes practically lit up when she was talking to you about her voluntary work over the summer.

You try to sleep but instead you lay awake for hours staring at your ceiling thinking about it. You simply cannot get her out of your head.

Huh. Maybe, just maybe, you did like hazel callahan? No. Surely not. Unless...

#hazel bottoms #hazel callahan #hazel callahan brainrot #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan smut #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms movie #bottoms fanfic

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strawberries-and-summer-days · 1 month

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pairing: percy jackson x demeter!fem!reader

warnings: swearing + minor violence (punches basically)

a/n: i wanted to write some percy jackson enemies to lovers (sorta) so here we are!! i don't know how i feel about this one but enjoy! (also im changing the layout of my fics - in case you couldn't already tell :))

look.

when percy showed up for sword training this morning, the last thing he was expecting was to be paired with you.

i mean hey! at least he could take his anger out on you and nobody would notice or care for that matter - well y'know... except you.

being thrown on you ass for the fifteenth time in a row really wasn't on your agenda for today. and you'd had enough.

"goddamnit jackson!" you yell when you get up again. "what the hell is wrong with you?"

"right back at you y/l/n!" percy hisses.

seething you narrow your eyes at him. "i swear to fucking god, i'm going to kick your ass."

"right, cause you seem to be doing really well at that."

you launch at percy. why? why is he like this? why is he popular and nice to everybody but you? why?? why is he infuriatingly handsome? from his soft looking hair, to his blue-green eyes- wait, what?

where'd that come from?

you're supposed to be angry at him.

your fist connects with percy's jaw and he stumbles back in shock. his eyes land on you in a deadly promise as he flys at you himself.

"you're honestly so annoying, i don't know how i put up with you," he sends a punch to your face and your head snaps back, your eyes filling with tears. fucking hell.

arms wrap around you then, pulling you back from attacking percy more. you swing your arm back accidentally knocking the person in the face causing them to cry out. "oh shit! im so sorry!" you exclaim turning around to comfort annabeth.

"fuck annabeth, im so sorry."

you're a child of demeter, the most violent thoughts you've had all week is how you accidentally made a strawberry explode. you shouldn't be thinking about how the next time percy comes near you, you're going to strangle him with the nearest vine. no, scratch that you're going to strangle him reguardless.

you crouch down next to annabeth worry in you eyes, "are you okay?"

annabeth nods and takes your hand when you offer to help her up. "i'm fine, but you two," she says waving a hand between percy - whose still pissed by the way - and you. "need to sort out whatever shit you're fighting over."

percy looks over at you a scowl etched on his face and his arm still captured by luke. "yeah fine whatever." he throws his sword down on the ground before stalking away growling about how everything's going to shit.

"what is with him today?" luke asks walking over and picking up percy's sword.

"i don't know!" you huff exasperated. "he's been like this all morning. i was the one on the receiving end of it!"

"well i'm like ninety percent sure punching him wasn't the best way to go about that," luke says still watching percy walk away.

"well you try being kicked on your ass fifteen times in a row," you snap shoving past grover. a little part of you is sorry for how you're treating them but honestly you're so sick of the way percy treats you.

the way he's kind and caring to everyone else but you. the way he always calls you names and groans whenever you're paired up. the way he rolls his eyes whenever you talk never bothering to listen.

it pisses you off how he's attentive to other campers, how he has the prettiest smile and looks amazing in that navy shir- woah woah woah what?

nope, you're not even going to think about that. about the crush you've had on him ever since he arrived at camp. you two had gotten along for the first few days and then, boom, he's hated you ever since.

you dont even know what you did to make him suddenly hate you. but deep down, you've always had a feeling that maybe he knows about your feelings - though you've never, ever, said anything about them - and they repulse him. so to cover that up you've gone right ahead and hated him - for the most part - back.

you slam the door shut of your cabin and flop onto your bed groaning loudly into your pillow. mostly out of annoyance a little out of actual pain. you slowly start to drift off then only realising you've fallen asleep when your sibling gently shakes you awake.

"y/n? its dinner time."

you groan softly and thank the girl for waking you before making your way to the mess hall laughing at the jokes your siblings are making, and feeling much calmer - and not violent.

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there are perks to living in a cabin all by yourself. percy found this out a few weeks after tyson had left - yes he misses tyson - but having a cabin to freely scream into a pillow, was pretty neat as well.

gods percy hated y/n sometimes.

she was the most annoying, know-it-all, shrill, person ever. like seriously how is she so talented at annoying him? its like a god given gift.

whipping his pillow back onto his bed percy sinks down onto the mattress feeling it dip with his weight. he hated how he reacted earlier.

did he seriously fucking punch you? did he actually punch a girl? anybody's mom would be disappointed in them if they found out their son punched a girl, but sally jackson? you'd have to come up with a whole new word for what she'd feel.

gods he was stupid.

he fucking punched a girl.

even worse he punched y/n.

the first thing he did then was pick up a discarded drachma and send an iris message to his mom.

when sally turned around to see percy, her face changed instantly from excited to be getting a call to worry.

"percy? whats wrong?"

"i fucked up mom."

"language," his mom scolded. "but how did you mess up?"

percy hesitated not wanting to tell his mom that he hit a girl. "i hurt y/n."

"y/n?" sally's eyes flash with surprise. over the years she'd heard of the infamous y/n. percy would always complain about her, or just talk about her. but no matter the time he'd always bring her up in a conversation - i mean sure most of the time he was whining about how she'd pissed him off, but he'd still talk about her.

"yeah, i- i don't know what to do."

sally's eyes soften, when she sees the way percy is distressed. "you could apologise?"

percy looks down and runs his hands through his hair. "i don't think she'd believe me, mom."

"it's always better to try, i'm sure even though she might not show it, y/n would appreciate it." she purses her lips trying to hide a smile as she thought of what to say next. "besides i thought we didn't like y/n."

percy's head snaps up and he shrugs. "we don't... not like her," he starts. "we- i- i just hated the way she fit into camp, when i first came here. she was like their perfect camper, she even went to the lenghts of being nice to me! but i just, ugh." percy sighs. "it was always so hard for me to see her being so comfortable with everyone, she's only been at camp for like three weeks more than me and she was already practically ruling the place!"

he stands up starting to pace the room as sally sits patiently listening to him. "and then i iced her out and started treating her like shit - i know, sorry about the swearing - and she started acting the same way towards me so there was no way i could just- uh." he runs his hands through his hair for like the millionth time. "i just messed up. and now whenever i talk to her i can practically feel her dislike towards me."

sally is quiet for a moment and when she does finally speak, she says something that percy didn't expect. "do you like her?"

"i- what?" his bewildered expression facing sally.

"do you like y/n?"

a frown crease percy's forehead, and just as he's about to answer the door to his cabin swings open and annabeth and luke storm inside.

"i'll leave you guys to it! love you percy, talk soon," sally smiles from behind percy and the iris message dissolves.

"you need to go apologise to y/n right now," annabeth huffs.

"hey! she hit me first!" percy defends.

"yes i know, luke and i have just given her this exact talk. so listen percy jackson, you, are going to grow a pair of balls and talk to y/n. no fucking name calling or bickering, just plain talking. and if you don't, i'm going to sneak in here in the middle of the night and cut your dick off."

luke clears his throat and places a hand on annabeth's shoulder pulling her back. "okay... annabeth, take a chill pill." he turns back to you. "but seriously jackson, annabeths right - minus the dick cutting and shit - talk to the girl."

sighing percy just looks up not bothering to even fight anymore.

"i'll take that dejected sigh as a hell yeah," annabeth smiles. "y/n will be waiting for you at the end of the dock after dinner - which by the way is right now."

without even giving him the chance to object annabeth - and luke, i guess - usher percy out of the cabin and to the mess hall, snickering behind him about how he's secretly in love with y/n.

which....

'do you like y/n?' his mom's question flits into his mind.

does he?

maybe on some level he's had a crush on her since he came to camp.

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the water lapped at the edge of the dock posts.

you had been sitting here for five minutes - as per a very huffy and flustered annabeth's request - why you're sitting here? you actually don't know.

the moonlight shines down on the earth and you smile at the serenity of the moment. footsteps sound from behind you and you don't bother looking back - thinking its just annabeth coming to tell you why she wants you to wait here.

but the second his scent hits you, you tense up, his body radiating heat when he sits down next to you.

"hi."

you turn to face him. "hey." you're both quiet for a moment. "annabeth set you up too?"

percy nods and chuckles, "gotta love when she meddles."

you shoot him a look. "when annabeth meddles, you know things are either going horribly wrong or horribly wrong."

percy laughs and you can't help but smile at how simple the moment is and that you're not arguing.

"i'm sorry."

"i'm so sorry."

you both freeze at your double apology and look at one another. a new tension settling over the both of you. not the fierce type when you're both angry at the other, but a new type, a gentler one.

resting your hand on the dock you look out to the water, tensing up when you feel a warm hand cover your own.

your buried feelings rise very close to the surface and you curiously look over to percy, to find him earnestly looking at you.

"y/n... im so fucking sorry about earlier."

"hey its not entirely your fault," you offer. "i mean i punched you first."

"no, thats not it, i mean yeah, i'm very sorry about this morning, but i'm also sorry for the last like four years. i treated you ike dog shit and i have no excuse for it."

your soft eyes nearly send percy over the edge of the dock. he was finally doing this, he was finally going to tell you the truth.

"when you came to camp a few weeks ahead of me, i was jealous at how fast you had managed to fit in, how quick everyone seemed to accept you. it made me angry and i started to resent you," you suck in a breath at percy's explanation. "i resented you for like three weeks tops, by the way, and when you started to treat me the same way i thought you hated me too. by the time i had found my place in camp and had finally started to relax, it was too late for me to just stop suddenly acting shit towards you." percy rushes out. "so i kept treating you that way, i called you names and started fights with you because having any of your focus on me - even if it was bad - was worth it. i hated you because you were practically perfect and i could see it in every way. i hated you most of all because i didn't hate you at all."

the air is sucked out from between you.

"w-what?" you whisper. "you don't hate me?"

"no."

"i don't hate you either!" you rush out suddenly needing him to know. you're like two seconds off floating off the earth, the warmth of his hand practically grounding you to the dock.

percy's heart swells, "you don't?" his voice is whisper soft.

"no."

percy seizing his chance, slides closer to you angling his head towards your in question as he stares at your mouth.

you catching on quickly, nodding to him, grinning internally at how this moment - one you've dreamed of for years is finally about to happen.

he presses a soft kiss to your mouth, his hands shooting to the sides of your face holding you as if you're the worlds most precious gem. fireworks explode low in your stomach as if to remind you that you're kissing percy jackson, you're kissing percy jackson!!

your hand makes its way to the back of his neck holding him there and pulling him impeccably closer. your heart rockets when you pull back for air and percy makes a whining noise.

you shuffle closer to him then, basking in his warmth. only now just noticing the small vines and flowers that have twisted their way onto the dock and curled around your ankles.

grinning percy turns back to you running a hand on the back of your head and pulling you back for another kiss.

somewhere in the back ground you can hear annabeth victory cheering and laughing with luke but you don't care. at this point nothing could tear you away from the boy who's kissing you, who's holding you with such reverence you'd think he was holding a priceless artifact.

a/n: lol sorry this was so long (un-edited btw!! i stayed up wayyyy too late to even think about editing this lol)

#percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson fic #fanfic #fanfiction #percy jackson #emma writes ₊˚⊹⋆

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ma1dita · 2 months

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okay I dont wanna seem annoying but it's 10:53pm and the ideas r coming in but I already sent an ask in so do whichever u want first 😭

bf!Luke when he's sick headcanons? (can be in an au where they're js normal ppl or can be them at camp, your choice !! 🫶🏼

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a/n: LIVVVVV i truly believe that if this man was sick with an SO that would take care of him he would be the biggest bitch alive just because he can

at camp:

it starts with a sniffle, luke trying to be oh so brave about it until he can’t ignore the sneezes that sound like they could shake the earth and all of cabin 11 (if you think those kids barely got sleep in general, you should see them get mad at luke’s dumbass going ACHOO for the 47th time that night)

so they rightfully complain to you to go get your man and drag his ass to the infirmary, because the cabin counselor he is loves taking care of others but throws a fit when they tell him to get checked out by the apollo kids talking bout “i don’t get sick, i’m too cool to get sick! heroes don’t get—”

yeah so he has the flu

one stern look from you sends him packing towards the infirmary, dragging his feet in the dirt and complaining the whole way

he puts up a fight the whole time, swatting the healer’s hands away to the point they want to tie him to the bed, and luke doesn’t like not winning

“luke just listen to the fucking healer and you’ll be out of here faster.” “bedrest! they want me to be strapped down here forever, babe, you know i don’t like not moving for that long! though if you were the one tying me down…” *sniffles innocently*

a cold towel smacks him in the face

you end up nursing his nasty germ-riddled ass back to health in a corner of the infirmary that you have to make your own for the next week and a half.

but if you ask him, he felt fine after a few days—he just likes being taken care of by you

im bored lets do modern hcs too:

in this universe he’s still a little shit but at least you two live together in a cute little city apartment

luke’s laid out on the couch wrapped up in some of your coziest throw blankets as he scrolls through old reruns of friends, laughing at chandler’s humor because i imagine it to be a lot like his own (of course, if rick let him be funny instead of traumatized and an antagonist)

you’re making chicken noodle soup in the kitchen and the smell wafts through the air of your apartment even if he’s so congested his voice sounds funny when he talks

i think you guys would have two cats, brother and sister—absolute menaces, pouncing on him in turns trying to resuscitate their dad from his lifeless form on the couch to throw their little mouse toy around

that or a really big senior dog who sleeps at his feet and turns its head every time luke makes a funny noise

oh he’s still annoying in this one trust—you gave him a little silver dinner bell to ring if he needs you since you’re working from home in the other room but the problem is this man always needs you

ring. “babe!’ ring. “baby!” ring ring. “love of my life, absolute goddess among—*wheeze* humans, can you come here a second?”

“what’s up, honey?” “oh i just needed to see your pretty face. feeling better already!”

you toss a pillow at his head and get back to your meeting.

when it’s over though, you join him in his little blanket fortress and he lays on your chest, sniffling and smiling as he pulls you into a kiss and thanking you for existing

you get sick after but it’s worth it. sort of like payback

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader #pjo x reader #luke castellan fluff #percy jackon and the olympians #made by ma1dita ♥︎#for my gn babies (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

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goatedgreen · 2 months

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Okay lets analyse this one for realsies. Im gonna go through each character in this tweet and go through reasons why i think they either would or would not be crying first, then im gonna put them in order of who survives the roast sesh.... join me on this wonderous journey.

Let's start with Atsumu.... where to even fucking begin. sorry to the Atsumu haters but i truly believe he would not be crying first. First of all he has known Osamu since he was born and while Osamu is the "nice twin" the bar is truly in hell and that motherfucker is mean to one person and one person only and that person is his twin brother Atsumu. This mfer has been conditioned since birth to roast and be roasted. Not only that but this guy was CANONICALLY hated by everyone in his middle school, and his only reaction to that information was "So?" HE DOES NOT CARREEEE. And, I will say, while the other characters shown here are bitchy, they usually target people in petty ways that make fun of their skills (with the exception of Daisho who would probs call Atsumu a single loser but he'd likely just get annoyed by that not cry) and Atsumu knows that his skills are too good for anything they say to hold weight., He has the ego the size of the fucking gym. he's fine.

TSUKISHIMA on the other hand.... dare i say it not the strongest contender ... I dont think FIRST. but this guy is wayyyy more sensitive to criticism than people generally give him credit for. LIKE YES BEFORE YOU JUMP DOWN MY THROAT, he absolutely has the whole "keep booing me it only makes me stronger" thing going on in the Inarizaki game BUT YOU FORGET SO QUICKLY how absolutely insecure this guy is. until yamaguchi kicked his ass into gear in the training camp, he was of the impression that trying to get better at something he enjoyed was fruitless because there was always going to be someone better than him. Someone insightful like Oikawa or Atsumu would def be able to pick up on that insecurity and target him for it. I think his strongest talent is of course provoking people so much that they cant see how much they're affecting him, so he gets a lot of points for pettiness that would keep him from crying first because theres no way he's gonna LOSEEEE to someone like Daisho or Oikawa. BONUS POINTS on his behalf though is he was the only one on the team at the end of season one who WASNT CRYING about their loss. And i think the only one on karasuno who we havent seen cry (as far as i can remember).

Now listen.... fanon Oikawa is for sure crying first because for some bizzare reason people characterise him as a pushover twink. Canon Oikawa told USHIJIMA to remember his worthless pride so he could crush him in the future. like... he's kind of taking names a little. i'll allow him a small slay for his efforts of being a bitch to Ushijima. Oikawa is SMARTTTT and has a lot of emotional intelligence, so can for sure target people's insecurities with pinpoint accuracy. He doesnt get SUPER easily riled up when he's "in the zone" and only lashes out when he's backed into a corner. he hangs out with what is probably a team of people scientifically designed in a lab to HUMBLE HIM DAILY, so he has built up somewhat immunity to being insulted and targeted for bully behaviour. LOSES TREMENDOUS AMOUNTS OF POINTS for being kind of a sore loser and someone who FOR SURE cries when angry or frustrated.

Daisho.... why is he even here (sorry to those who love him). Listen... this guy is petty, and he lowkey cheats, and he takes immense joy in riling people up for shits and gigs... BUT WHYYY IS HE HERE LMAOOOO. to be honest, i dont think he would cry first purely for the fact that he doesnt know these other guys well enough to really gaf about what theyre saying to him. on the other hand, that makes him kind of an easy target because he's so irrelevant to these other guys lives that they could probably make him feel like shit for that reason only. he gets bonus points for being the only one in a canonical relationship (oikawas girlfriend we never meet that he broke up with doesnt count, in fact it loses him points).

WITH ALL THAT BEING SAID. the final order i think is, Oikawa goes out crying first, not because he's upset but because he got sooo fucking mad at Atsumu's unbothered behaviour he had to leave and he was angry crying while doing it. Daisho is next because Tsukishima said some shit like "bro who even are you lmaooo irrelevant ass" and he remembered he sucks at volleyball and got upset, he's okay tho bc his gf is there to comfort him. Atsumu cries next but not because of anything Tsukishima says, he just gets so fucking bored of Tsukishima not giving him interesting reactions to his jabs that he starts doing weird shit like standing on his head and he ends up hurting himself and crying because he is a big baby. Tsukishima is the last one standing .

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That is of course assuming that Oikawa doesnt kill them all first with his Super Triple Homo Spin Serve that killed all of Karasuno. People forget so quickly that he is the most diabolical anime villain of all time...

#haikyuu #suguru daishou #tsukishima kei #miya atsumu #oikawa tooru #SORRY SORRY I JUST WANTED TO DO THIS BC I FOUND IT FUNNY

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inflorescnce · 4 months

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"They have nothing on you."

pairing : Luke Castellan x daughter of hypnos! Reader setting and time : Camp Half-blood, june 2006

warnings/content : fluff summary: in which luke only has eyes for you. word count : 2,374

authors note : This is my first time actually writing a fanfic, so this may just be very bad. My writing style also may be all over the place, I just haven't found one I like yet 😿

“Why aren’t you dressed?”

You looked up to where the voice was coming from, only to be met with the face of your best friend, Alyssa. She was wearing a really cute sparkly dress, one that fit her perfectly.

“Don’t want to go,” you shrugged, your voice the same sleepy tone as it always was. But that comes with being the daughter of the god of sleep. Alyssa rolled her eyes before grabbing your arm and dragging you out of bed.

“Absolutely not; you are getting dressed, and we are going to that party.”

Before you could protest, you were already in the Athena cabin. “It’s not everyday we get to have a party here, and you want to spend it sleeping? sometimes I really dont get you.”

Alyssa was going through her closet, presumedly trying to find a dress for you to wear.

“It’s not my fault my dad is the actual god of sleep.” You groan. “And why should I even go to this party? I’m not a party person at all. You know that.”

“Because,” Alyssa turned to look at me. “He will be there”

“As if that means something, you really think out of all the girls he could pick at camp, he would pick me?”

“Well you’ll never know if you dont go” Alyssa finally seemed to have found something, and she turned to me once again. “put this on,” She was holding a dark grey mini dress.

You knew there was no use in arguing with her, if you said no she would probably put it on you herself. Reluctantly, you got up and changed. The dress fit a like glove, it was at times like this being the same size as your best friend was a livesaver. Alyssa gave a small clap when you went to show her how you looked in the dress and after that she spent almost 30 minutes doing your hair and make-up.

“You look so beautiful” Alyssa hugged you from behind, using the mirror to look at you “Luke would be an idiot if he didn’t think so too”

The amphitheatre transformed it to the perfect party spot, with tables full of drinks and foods and speakers blasting Rihanna and Eminem. You and Alyssa were sitting on the stone benches a few steps up, talking to a few apollo kids. You tried to listen to what they were talking about but you just couldn’t, not when he was there.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor was Luke Castellan, son of hermes. You’ve had a crush on him for almost three years now. But you’ve never told him about it, which was getting harder everyday as you had to see him every morning walking around the hermes cabin shirtless in search for his camp shirt that he had once again lost. Being the child of a minor god meant that you didnt have your own cabin, so you stayed in the hermes cabin with all the other minor god children. You had no complaints though, being able to see Luke come out of the bathrooms with wet hair, wearing only a towel was an absolute blessing. You were snapped out of your trance by Dahlia, your other best friend.

“oh my god ‘lyssa actually did it, you’re here” she faked a surprised voice before letting out a laugh “want to get a drink?”

You nodded before standing up, you wanted to aks Alyssa to come with you, but she was to busy talking to one of the apollo boys, so you just let her be.

You and Dahlia chatted about nothing and everything while walking to the drinks table.

“Have you seen clarisse’s dress?” Dahlia said while stuffing her mouth full with chips. She didn’t wait for you to awnser “I’m going to talk to her” and again without waiting for you to awnser, she walks away.

“Atleast someone has balls” You mutter under your breath. “Now what to drink?”

“I’d go for the grape juice, closest thing to wine we’ll get” A voice from behind starteld you.

You turned around to that Luke was standing behind you.

Your heart fluttered and the breath caught in your throat, leaving you momentarily gasping for air. The fairy lights above highlighted Luke's mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with a carefree joy that only someone like Hermes' son could have. His suggestion about grape juice brought a wave of laughter that released the tension you didn't know you were holding.

"Definitely," you replied, managing to keep your voice steady. "You can never go wrong with the classics, right?" You filled two cups with the juice and offered one to Luke. He accepted it with a nod, his fingers briefly brushing against yours.

The music changed then, transitioning from fast-paced Rihanna and Eminem songs to a slower, more enchanting tune that seemed to wrap around each person like silk threads, pulling them towards the dance floor. Couples began pairing off, swaying in a rhythm that was both timeless and new.

"Would you like to dance?" Luke asked formally, extending his hand towards you.

You were taken aback by the unexpected offer. It felt surreal, as if you had stepped into one of those dream sequences where everything fell perfectly into place according to your deepest desires. But this was real; it was Luke standing before you, waiting for your response. For a moment, you hesitated, the years of hiding your feelings for him weighing heavily on your decision. Then, without thinking, you placed your hand in his and felt a spark ignite within you that threatened to consume your entire being.

Following Luke's lead, you stepped onto the dance floor and felt your heart pounding against your chest. As the music swelled around you, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a sea of soft light and shadows. Luke moved with confidence but also with a gentle touch, as if he knew the power of every step they took together.

Your hands found their place on his shoulders, radiating warmth from the summer heat, while his settled lightly on your waist. The closeness between you sent waves of warmth throughout your body, reminiscent of evenings spent around bonfires and secrets whispered under starry skies.

The way Luke looked at you - with a sense of truly seeing you for the first time - melted away any uncertainty that had been building up over time. In his gaze, you were no longer just another pretty face among all the others at camp; you were the sole focus of his attention.

Your breath caught as he leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear. "You know," he murmured amidst the music, his voice rumbling softly, "I've always thought you were the best dancer out here."

A shy laugh escaped your lips. "Me? You must have me confused with one of the Apollo kids. They practically have rhythm flowing through their veins."

"Nah," Luke replied with a grin, spinning you effortlessly before pulling you back into his arms. "They have nothing on you."

In that moment, the world seemed to pause and catch its breath. His words were a ray of sunlight, piercing through the dense foliage of doubts and fears. A blush spread across your cheeks, feeling as though an artist had painted them with shades of warmth.

"Come on," you playfully retorted, trying to maintain composure despite the fluttering in your chest. "You must have been struck by Cupid's arrow to be saying such sweet things."

"Maybe I was," Luke shot back, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Or maybe I've just found the courage to speak what's been on my mind for some time now."

"And what's that?" You couldn't help but ask, curiosity mingling with hope like vines creeping up an old stone wall.

Luke's smile softened and he leaned back slightly, relishing in the intensity of your gaze that made the background noise of the party fade away. His voice lowered to a whisper, filled with a sincerity that sent shivers down your spine.

"That you, my dear dance partner," he began, "are the most captivating person I've ever met. Not because of how you move on the dance floor or how your laughter brings joy to those around you. But because when I look at you—I see home."

A surge of emotions washed over you, like a warm blanket on a cold night. It felt as though every secret glance and unspoken conversation had led to this one moment in time.

"Luke, I—"

As you spoke, he placed a gentle finger on your lips, silencing you but igniting a deeper conversation through his touch. "Shh," he whispered with a playful yet sincere tone. "No need for words right now. Let's just…dance."

And so you did.

The music enveloped you like a vine as you danced together, the world shrinking until it was just the two of you amidst a sea of beating hearts and rhythmic feet. The lights above cast a warm glow on your union, creating an intimate atmosphere. You moved to the rhythm of an ancient dance, swaying as if on gently swelling ocean waves.

His eyes never left yours, reflecting the twinkling stars in the night sky. In this dance, all your hesitations vanished and were replaced by newfound courage. Your fingers tightened on his shoulders, anchoring yourself to the moment.

Eventually, the song ended and the crowd erupted into applause for the band's final bow. But their noise was nothing compared to the symphony that played in your hearts.

He smiled mischievously at you, sparks of adventure lighting up his features. "Come with me," he said, barely audible over the cheers and clapping.

Without waiting for your response, Luke took your hand and led you through the crowd of dancers and out into the tranquil night. The cool air brushed against your skin, contrasting with the warmth still lingering from his touch. You followed him eagerly, barely touching the pebbled path as anticipation fluttered within you like a captured butterfly.

The moon hung like a silver coin in the sky, casting its ethereal glow on everything below. The world was transformed, familiar objects taking on a magical quality – trees becoming silhouettes guarding secrets and the lake turning into a pool of liquid silver.

Reaching the edge of the lake, Luke didn't pause. He took off his shoes and rolled up his pants before looking at you expectantly. Without speaking, you did the same, feeling the cool grass under your feet and then the shock of cold as your toes touched the water.

In unspoken agreement, you walked hand in hand into the lake, its surface parting around your ankles and sending ripples through the water. The sound of pebbles tumbling underfoot created a symphony just for the two of you. As you moved deeper into the lake's embrace, it hummed around your knees, beckoning you to dance.

Luke's hand was warm and steady in yours as you both paused to take in the beauty of the world from within the heart of the lake. It was a breathtaking sight - the moonlight shimmering on the water, starlight seemingly captured beneath the surface. Your reflections were side by side, two souls intertwined in a nightly masterpiece.

Turning towards you, Luke's eyes mirrored the galaxy above, full of mysteries and silent promises. Your breaths mingled with the misty air as he stepped closer, closing the gap between you until there were only inches separating your bodies. In his gaze was an unspoken question, an invitation to a place where time couldn't touch you.

The answer was already clear to you, like a flower blooming in your heart. You felt a magnetic pull towards Luke, one that seemed to defy the laws of gravity and connect you two in a way that redefined nature.

You met him halfway, your previous shyness melting away in his presence. His hands fit perfectly on your waist, as if they were meant to be there since the beginning of time. The world faded into the background, leaving only this moment between the two of you.

Your heart beat with an intensity matching the crashing waves against the shore. As Luke's eyes locked with yours, you saw all of your feelings reflected back at you—a depth that could never be captured by words alone.

As the air stirred and the light shimmered, every breath between your lips seemed to dance in anticipation. And when he turned his face towards yours, it was as though the stars had aligned to bring you together, destined for this moment.

At first, the kiss was tender, like a feather's touch or the gentle caress of moonlight on earth. But as your lips moved in unison, tenderness gave way to a surge of passion that pulsed through your body. Your urgent response matched his own, your bodies pressing together as if trying to meld into one being under the glow of the moon above.

In the stillness of the night, time paused, allowing the world to witness the union of two hearts. The cool water around your knees could not quell the fire ignited by Luke's kiss. It was a kiss that fulfilled longings, broke barriers and crumbled walls in a silent surrender.

You gently placed your hands on his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath your thumbs. A smile spread across your lips as you felt him return the gesture. Slowly, reluctantly, you both pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other, trying to catch your breath. Each exhale was a shudder of pleasure; each inhale was a silent vow.

The stillness surrounding you was profound, broken only by the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the distant sounds of celebration fading into the night. In Luke's embrace, with the cool water caressing your skin and the moonlight highlighting his features, it became clear that this was more than just a temporary escape or a fleeting entertainment. This moment—it was an awakening.

"Look at us," Luke whispered softly into the night air, "dancing under the moon in a lake like something out of a romantic fairy tale."

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#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #fanfic #romantic #this probably sucks

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bakananya · 2 months

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Not well written, but the idea was too interesting to just not write it down. I will prolly write a fic on ao3 with better writing, this is just to put the idea out there so I dont forget about it. Just an enemies to lovers Azriel x oc or azriel x reader idea I had, with a lot of random background Idea I had on the character. Its angsty, and not the best meet cute but you know, I got the idea from a dream after I fell asleep listening to look what you made me, I did something bad, you should see me in a crown and therefore I am on loop. Good dream tbh. Anyway enjoy!

"What do you want from me, Shadowsinger?" She spat out, her hatred for his kind evident in her tone.

He tilts his head to the side again, his hazel eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He walked closer to her, his footsteps silent. "Nothing much, just curious as to why a young woman with no records of her existence is going out raiding, massacring and making so much chaos at illyrian camps?"

"They deserved it." She said quietly, but firmly. "If you're here for the women and their kids that are missing, they don't want to be found. They are safe, fed, comfortable and for the first time in their miserable lives, happy." She held her head high at the words.

"That did not answer my question. Why is a young girl such as yourself, carrying out such planned raids and missions? It can't possibly be to no end? What is your purpose?" He paused, giving her a moment to answer, but continued when she didn't. "You have caused quite the ruckus, you know? Become quite a threat." He said again, face still unreadable as he maintains the distance, knowing she could winnow away at any moment, in the cold and chilly mountains. It took months for him to track her once, he could not afford to lose her now.

"I will ask you again, Shadowsinger, what do you want?" She snarled.

"I am just trying to understand why you think a young girl like you is fit to be the judge, jury, and executioner. Justice is not something just anyone has the right to bestow." His words were veiled in amusement, as if all of her carefully plotted plans and raids were temper tantrums of a child, and not a movement in and of itself.

Her eyes glowed as her anger takes over and her magic her magic seeps out from her, uncontrolled and wild. The sheer strength of it had his amusement dying down into a look of wariness. "Do you want to know, Shadowsinger? You find it so amusing, don't you?"

He stares at her for a minute, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he realized her weakness.

Her wrath.

"It seems I struck a cord. I do not find it amusing, but rather pitiful, you are so young, with so much anger inside you. What a waste."

She stepped closer, her magic thrumming in the ground, yet her words were quiet, filled with a kind of contempt that could only come from years of experience of things better left unheard, and unseen. "They took me from my mother by force, chopped off my wings, used me for their pleasure and left me there to die. An illyrian camp. And no one. Did. A thing." Her eyes were glaring right into Azriel's, her eyes full of all consuming wrath, as her words reminded him of another female he knew.

She laughed, but no humor was present in her voice as she continued. "No one even knew. You and your high lord lived blissfully unaware while my existence crumbled." She hissed at him, stopping just a few steps away.

"I was broken, thought I would never find myself again as I struggled in a lonely cabin I found abandoned in the woods. Felt as if everyday, I was still there, half-dead on the side of the road. Of course I knew living in the cabin was mercy compared to how they treated the women in those camps, like slaves. And thats when a girl came knocking at my door, an escapee from a camp. We decided soon after to create a safe space, for people like us. And the rest is history." She continued, eyes becoming damp at the memory, before shaking her head and smiling slightly, so sweetly. Azriel almost forgot that she had slaughtered a few dozen men a few hours ago.

He tried to reach out silently to catch her as she finally got to a distance where he knew he could grab her, so he could get more information out of her, about things she were clearly omitting, only to realise, that he couldn't move.

He looked up at her in horror as she continued smiling, almost as if it took her no effort restraining one of the strongest illyrians in history.

It didn't, Azriel realised.

"And so we trained. And I took so much pleasure in breaking the bones of men in illyrian camps as we raided them. Saved the women that wanted to leave, took them with us, back to our hideout, expanded it until it became a thriving community. We raided camps and bring people back, who can pick whatever they excel in and work in tandem. It is what I deserved when I had nothing. What they deserve." She smiled, pride shining in her eyes as she now dropped down to sit on a log in front of him, more interested in a white wildflower glowing in the moonlight instead of him.

"Say, Azriel, You're half illyrian, are you not?" She asked, her voice higher, lighter, mocking. "You trained in one of their camps, with your oh so righteous brothers, did you not?"

She did not wait for him to reply, knowing he couldn't. She made sure of it from her magic, taking away his ability to speak.

"You know it as well. Your brothers do too." Her voice was bitter as she plucked the flower. "And yet you choose to hide away in your pretty little city of starlight, ignoring the pain these women go through every day." She finally looked up at him, eyes shining with contempt. "You're just as bad as them." She hissed. "Why shouldn't I shred your wings like your people did to me? Speak, Shadowsinger, speak."

It took a moment for him to realise he could speak again.

Azriel was frustrated, he understood where she was coming from but he could feel his defensive nature for his family coming up. "Rhysand tries. He tries his best to do things for the girls there. There's new laws, there's change. It's happening but these things take time. We are nothing like them."

"You're illyrian, they're illyrian. You saw the suffering of the women there and chose to do nothing about it. You high lord may have put new rules in place, banning clipping of wings, and starting the training of girls. But you and I both know it still happens. All of you do." She shrugged, back to examining the flower. Her face was young still, and her body lithe, Azriel's heart felt a little heavy at the thought of her past, but the anger he felt at being this defenseless in front of a young fae overpowered that.

A dark growl escaped his lips as his jaw tensed, his voice was raspy when he finally continued. "We are trying our best to keep track of it, to eradicate such malpractices comple-"

He was cut off yet again, but this time her voice was louder.

"Well trying is not good enough!" She snapped. "You don't even know it when it happens. You're too busy going on fancy dinners with your inner circle. If you are so good at protecting illyrian women, where are my wings, Azriel?" She hissed as she looked into his eyes as if she was looking into his soul.

He froze at her question, his hazel eyes widening slightly. His jaw was still tense, and he tried to move his body again, failing to do so. He didn't say anything, choosing to remain silent. There was a hint of shame in his eyes as he looked away.

She scoffed as she looked away again as she dropped the flower and stood up again, dusting off her hands against each other.

"Thought so. Anyway," She cleared her throat, putting on a sickly sweet smile. "I am bored and tired of playing with you now. Scurry off, like the dog that you are and tell your high lord I said Hi. I am sure a very interesting gossip session awaits the inner circle tonight." She finished, the end of her sentence blended with yawn that had her stretching her taut muscles as she freed him from her magic and disappeared before he could even get used to the control he now had over his body again.

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evilcowgirl · 1 year

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Hi! i was thinking of a prompt for some headcanons for autistic! reader x the gang members (any one you like!)

a sort of "they're a bit odd but i like that about em" since it wasnt discovered until 1911.

stuff like when reader gets overwhelmed/doesnt understand social que/shows empathy/apathy at the wrong moments

and mostly what they'd do when reader feels left out/like they dont belong because thats something im really struggling with </3

have a good day/night!

autistic reader relationship headcannons

pairings: arthur, javier, dutch, charles x reader

a/n: hiii loved this request sm !! feeling left out is the worst feeling but there's a place for everyone so pls remember that !! also i included dutch and john for the first time !! this is me using my autism powers for good

word count: 1k (combined)

Arthur

you bond over you both feeling unheard in the gang. you because communication is difficult for you (especially when you feel out of place) and for arthur it's because he and dutch got into an argument twenty minutes ago and he's still mad.

makes it his personal responsibility to make sure you never feel overlooked at camp because he knows how hard it is for you to settle in with the rest of the gang

during parties at camp he makes sure to keep you right by his side of you don't feel up to talking and reassures you that everything is fine if you get overwhelmed

doesn't think twice about intimidating your way out of situations he sees going south

"You can't just go around talking to folks like that"

"Nah you ain't do nothing wrong, just that people 'round here are real quick-tempered; thankfully for you i'm even quicker."

he writes about you in his journal more than anything else, pages and pages are dedicated to just how special you are to him !!

"They aren't like most folk, I like that about them."

arthur takes it as you being less influenced by social norms, which he's naturally drawn to as someone who doesn't get along too well with social norms either.

KING of aggressive reassurance, sometimes it can be off putting but you know he means every word he says.

"I promise you if they didn't want you here you'd be long gone, darlin'"

"Everyone here loves you, I think even more than they love me at this point so stop your nonsense."

Dutch

biggest autism fan

calls you eccentric because thats how he chooses to describe you to people

completely over analyzes everything you say because he thinks you're the most interesting person he's ever met !! you might as well be evelyn miller !!

to him, you are so unique and precious that he finds himself being overly protective

his protectiveness could a flaw depending on your mood because he never notices that he's smothering you until you're past the point of being overstimulated by the attention.

you made a mistake ? no you didn't, you could never.

would rather watch a man die slowly than let you be confronted, even if you can take up for yourself.

"If he doesn't like your manners he'll be terribly disappointed to find that mine are much worse"

"Don't you dare waste your breath apologizing to anyone, sweet thing."

notices the small things about you like how enthralled you were by the noise his rings make when they brush against a glass or how you hate the feeling of too many eyes on you

you're the only person other than arthur that he feels like he can vent to without being judged.

will listen to you ramble about whatever you're interested in at the moment for as long as your interest lasts. has no problem with you coming up to him to talk about horses for a month straight if he gets to see you happy

Javier

he just thinks you're neat

you have a chest filled with little gifts that he brings you from his trips out of camp because you told him you like collecting things once.

little calm walks through the woods when things aren't going well, and even when they are and you just miss each other's company.

always reminds you to prepare yourself for the loud noise when he feels like he might have to use his gun if loud noises bother you.

"Remember to cover your ears, amor"

because of his own strict morals and passion for what he stands for he appreciates your straightness with what you believe. its easy for him to talk to you because he can trust you to be honest.

loyalty is a huge thing for javier so you can trust him to stand up for you diligently regardless of what it's about

someone made a snide comment ?? dead !

he adores everything you view as a flaw about yourself. from your struggles with putting things in a way that people can swallow easily, to your excitement for whats often seen as mundane.

"That's amazing, amor, tell me more!"

javier is definitely a self-identified romantic and finds ways to romance you even if sometimes you don't pick up on his affections.

always invites you to sit near him around the fire and listen to him play !! every song is for you because he knows you like his music

could not care less about your issues with empathy because he has them too after everything he's been through.

would never force you to feel something you don't or don't understand and reminds you that you're just as caring and lovable as anyone else

John

"You're a bit off, you know?"

will ask you why you do certain things, not to be rude but out of genuine curiosity and a lack of manners.

literally so clueless

thought that you hated him in the beginning and held a grudge that you didn't even know about, but once he realized that you simply expressed emotions differently than most people he warmed up to you over time

he wasn't exactly sure how to approach you even though he was interested and he's NOT at all used to being nervous around people he's interested in

tried and failed to strike up conversations with you numerous times before finally switching up his approach and realizing that small talk wasn't going to get him anywhere with you.

the term autism and it's symptoms weren't recognized medically until much later, there was no term for it which often led to people simply avoiding the topic of your differences or leaving you out completely. john on the other hand was incredibly frank about everything and never tries to convince you that you're just like everyone else. he knows that you're not and so do you, what matters to him is that he loves you just as you are.

gets aggressive when you're overwhelmed, not with you but to everyone else around you. hates seeing you stressed out and it gets him stressed too.

"They said they don't want any bother." when you definitely did not say that

sitting in his tent with him while you both calm down and sweet hugs and comforting words afterwards

only he is allowed to poke fun of you everyone else knows you're off limits

Charles

i like my bitches weird an offputting -charles i think

charles is the first person you think has truly known you without treating you any differently. he didn't speak down to you, or simplify things because he saw you as less intelligent. he spoke to you like a person that was just as capable of everyone else, which you were.

gentle words of encouragement and silent glances of of acknowledgment when you need them. he always know when you need them.

so sweet with you because he knows what it feels like to not belong in more ways than he could even list

"Would you like to join us?"

"I'd like it if you came, you're always welcome with me."

you never feel like he's judging you for not understanding how to talk with others in a conventional way. he understands you in a way you're not used to.

he can always magically tell when you're getting overstimulated and never makes you feel like a burden for it.

sweetest man ever just wants you to be okay !!!!

always shares new things that he's learned with you because he knows you'll appreciate them. loves to tell you all about plants and animals and in return he listens eagerly to whatever hyper fixation you have at the time

you both have a similar social which leads to you spending an unsettling amount of time together

holding hands and sweet kisses when you're both up for it, regardless of who's looking

people in camp talk of course, wondering how something that's not an animal being hunted could capture charles' attention for so long

#arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #javier escuella x reader #charles smith x reader #dutch van der linde #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan headcanons #john marston headcanons #dutch van der linde headcanons #charles smith headcanons #javier escuella headcanons

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mishwanders · 9 months

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god ive just been sitting here "man i need to workout" cause im not fit and I WANT TO BE 😭😭😭 all i can think of rn is chain reacting to someone who has a damn sleeper build, essentially they dont look like they have muscles until they pull up their sleeve/stretch/flex cause there's this buff girl on tiktok and MY GODD 😳 also go wild w your headcanons with Time on this cause He's also my fav 😌

Absolutely felt, oh my god I feel this in my soul

Characters: The Chain (and others) x GN!STRONG Reader

A/N+Warnings: canon typical violence, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

Time:

Time is super observant, but considering you are covered in your traveling clothes, he sees you as someone who needs to be protected, put more into the center of the group when shit hits the fan.

BUT WHEN THIS MAN SEES YOU HOLD YOUR OWN IN A FIGHT?! Mad respect for you. He watched you straight up pick up a monster by its ankle and sling it across the battlefield like it was one of Wilds broken weapons.

After that he definitely keeps you to the front of the group when things start going wrong.

Warriors:

DEFINITELY underestimated you at first

Does not underestimate you any more once he gets ROCKED by you body slamming into his shield during a duel.

You are one of his favorites to train with because of how strong you are and you work together on optimize your abilities 😤

Sky:

Also loves to train with you - mainly because he’s fast on his feet and learning how much strength you have teaches him how to stay grounded if he’s hit (as much as he can be).

His eyes practically pop out of his head the minute he sees your arms out of your knights armor - your arms rivaling that of Twilights. (Hearty eyes hearty eyes)

He might ask to take a nap by being held by you please for the love of Hylia, LET HIM!

Twilight:

Another one who gets very surprised by your strength when you straight up tackle him or show off the gun show.

Might sumo wrestle you - actually no, HE WILL SUMO WRESTLE YOU IF YOU JUST GIVE HIM THE CHANCE

Also will ask you to help with gathering firewood for camp because it makes it easier if the two of you do it instead of Legend or Wind (for example).

Wild:

HELLO NEW HUNTING BUDDY

You WILL be carrying the caribou he takes down once he knows you can lift it and also helping strip the skin because oh my god does that take a while and he needs all the help he can get.

Will ask to sit on your shoulders to get a better vantage point to figure out where you all are.

Legend:

Not impressed (yes he is, don’t listen to him, he’s just salty)

Speechless when he witnesses you toss a wallmaster into a wall but tried to cover it up sarcastically saying “I could do that”.

Softens up to you when he’s injured and your carrying him/ripping some of your own clothing to make a bandage because they’re all out of potions.

Hyrule:

FORAGING FORAGING

HELP THIS GUY DIG UP THOSE PLANTS THAT ARE REALLY ROOTED INTO THE GROUND - HE NEEDS THEM FOR SPELLS AND POTIONS!

Fawning over you for real, he loves it.

Four:

1000% utilizing your muscles for making weapons (especially trying to make one for Wild)

He really admires your strength and your ability to keep up with everyone.

May ask to ride on piggy back on occasion.

Wind:

This kid is hanging off your arm like a jungle gym.

Attempts to do pull ups with your biceps.

Will ask for you to carry him via piggy back up the mountain because his legs hurt.

Bonus -

Fierce Diety:

Proud Dad

Cue the training music montage - another who likes to train with you - might even attempt to do curls or bench press you. You are his new apprentice now, there’s no escaping it.

Malon:

Malon is a STRONG woman herself and so she appreciates the extra muscle when it presents itself around the farm.

Definitely has you helping with heavy lifting around Lon Lon ranch.

Ravio:

1000% throwing his bags onto you and taking you to the markets, he loves having a strong person to go shopping with (Sorry Legend)

Practically swooning over you and appreciates you.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #linked universe headcanons #the chain x reader #lu fierce deity x reader #Lu malon x reader #Lu Ravio x reader #sfe #writing: the chain #sorry if there are typos

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lovearthur · 2 months

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hi there! I saw that your requests were open and wanted to see if you could write this fic for me!

so, I was thinking, Javier Escuella x Fem/GN!reader who is really attached to their horse, like REALLY attached, and one day there horse gets injured during something (like fighting O'Driscolls or a wolf attack or sum like that) and needs to rest and recover. Reader is full of anxiety and has been all over the place since and Javier, the kind soul he is, takes it upon himself to calm reader down and comfort them.

feel free to ignore if it's too much or you just simply don't want to write it!

-☀️⭐️

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒋𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! fem/afab reader . javier is a sweetheart:( . horse injury . reader being a huuge worry . google translations for spainish

cariño (dear) & mi nina bonita (my pretty girl)

u were attached to ur horse, beth. like.. REALLLY attached. u adored her with every fibre of ur being.

which is understandable since ur lover, javier was the one who bought her for u. and u were forever grateful for it, too. ur horse is a beautiful brown and white shire, u absolutely love her to bits. u were always seen brushing her, feeding her, cleaning ur saddle.. everything. everyone knew how fond u were.

but unfortunately, she got injured. ur precious beth got injured. u were riding away quickly as possible while being chased down by wolves, only for one to be much too quick, and biting a aprt of her leg. luckily, u both got back to the camp with no more problems. u were overwhelmed with guilt and anxiety, how could u let her get hurt? out of all the folk in this gang? u got her injured. u kept telling urself it was all ur fault because... it was. ur mind was going crazy... what if she doesn't recover properly? what is she had a life problem afterwards? what if she doesn't like u anymore? what if... u didn't want to even think of that but u couldn't help it, u were so so worried for her. she was ur precious girl.

here u were now, walking back and forth near the campfire while javier was leaning back against a log, listening to u while u were rambling on and on about how worried u were for beth. ur horse was everything to u, u treated her like a real person sometimes... even talking to her knowing u wouldn't get a reply. u were scared, anxious, fretting...

"i know javi but what if- i wouldn't know what t'do with myself, she's such a special girl t'me 'nd-" oh, i dont know i jus' hope shes alrigh'." u felt ur voice shake a little, u were beginning to get ahead of urself and he noticed."hey, hey, hey, mi niña bonita.. im sure she's gonna rest jus fine. okay?" he says, trying his best to comfort u.. the sweetheart he is. he placed his hand on ur shoulder, looking into ur eyes. "ella esta bien, im sure." u look away from him, wanting to believe him badly but u weren't sure. "i know but 'm worried fer her. I've adored her ever since u bought her, jus' fer me." u reply as u look at him with a small pout and yet, u feel so lucky to be with him. he was always so respectful and gentle towards u.

"i know, cariño. i promise you she's gonna be okay. with you by her side the most." he says once more as his hands begin to caress ur hips. His words begin to slowly calm u down, he was right. She was gonna be okay, just fine and dandy. she was one strong girl, after grounding urself, u wrapped ur arms around his neck before u leaned in to kiss his neck. a giggle escapes ur lips as u looked at him, a red stain left on his rough skin.

"'m such a lucky girl, yer always so kind t'me." u say with that sweet smile of urs as ur fingers mindlessly play with his hair. "no, i think im the luckiest man to have you, amor."

#javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fluff #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 x you #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 javier

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missbyng · 7 months

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what if the garden district had tumblr ? ?? 🤣🤣

👱‍♀️wastrel-59 follow

does anyone know why there are so many people coming from the village nowadays ?? personally *i* got a bad batch of joy but im just wondering if verloc’s fucked it all up again LOL !

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🙍🏻‍♂️arthurslaystings follow

lovely day for it! im a former employee at the recycling and redacting plant in the parade and i was literally just chased out of there because i remembered what we did to the kids. any tips and tricks to surviving down here? appreciate it, thanks lots.

👩‍🦳 bloodyand-bandaged follow

fuck off cunt

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fuck off cunt

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RGGGEUUUREUG EUUHGGGGBHBBBVC RUUUEWEEE 🍄🍄

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kill yourself cunt

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🧔‍♂️ olliestarkey-warvet follow

does anyone else remember that uncle jack is a german spy

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WARNING FOR ALL NEW DOWNERS: the head boy camp near the train tracks is a TRAP. there is no food there, don’t even try looking for it. they will force you into their fucked up fight club where, even if you live, you’ll be fighting others for scraps. whatever you do, do NOT!!!!!!!!!!! BREAK IN!!!!!!!!!

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FUCK OFF CUNT

🪖 headboy21 follow

KILL YOURSELF

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DONT LISTEN TO HIM

🪖 headboyfanboy follow

they turn you lot into v meat back in the village you fucking snitch

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🤦‍♀️ victoriabyng follow

im sorry i never noticed how bad things are im so sorry it’s all my fault im so sorry

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👨‍🦰 iyamwhatiyam follow

bro don’t listen to what they’re telling you these hyptoplasmas will literally fuck you up i know what happened to the children

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🧑‍🦲 slumminitarewe follow

hey guys i know it was some kind of joke when we were all in the village but seriously, watch out for foggy jack. my wife made the mistake of going out past curfew last night to grab some night bloomings and i found her mangled corpse this morning. im lost and confused, not sure what to do. please just abide by the curfew and keep your eyes out for this sick killer …

🤖 foggyjack62 follow

there’s no such thing as foggy jack you fucking nonce

🧑‍🦲 slumminitarewe follow

you know what? ive fucking had it. you people are all fucking miserable to be around. im fucking sick of all of your shit. content warning for the war under the cut im going IN DETAIL so you fucking cunts know how rough I HAVE HAD IT IM SICK OF YOU GUYS

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#kari rambles #we happy few #what’s going on

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crystlizabeth · 9 months

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You know that

Simon Riley x Black!femreader

Warnings: kinda Angsty, fluff. Talk of past abuse(not a lot) call sign is Mav short for Maverick, reader also has a son, kinda occ Ghost, tbh this write feels messy n everywhere lol so there’s your warning. Not proofread.

Summary: Simon never understood why she was so talkative to him, but he never mind to listen. He knew he was bad for her so he kept his distance though she never made it easy for him. So when a bandage change becomes more personal he takes his chances.

Stressful week not even a week weeks, the team had been on deployment for almost a month now somewhere in Mexico. Thought she wasn’t a soldier she was one of the field nurses, she spent night and day stitching and feeding meds to the boys her and the other girls were there to make sure nobody died.

As of right now it was a more slow morning for they needed to lay low for the next 12 or so hours, soldiers going in and out having bandages changed and pain killers in their system. The smell of coffee running through the camp, “here babes.” The darkskined nurse said to her.

“Thanks Aniyah, hey has anyone changed ghost bandage yet?” The woman asked, the other girls look and her shaking there heads their expressions a little spooked at the mention of his name.

“Has anyone seen, Ghost?” She asked the cup of coffee in her hands.

“I think he’s down buy the water I overheard Him talking with Johnny.” Aniyah said tossing her braids back into a low ponytail.

Great.. now she had to hunt him down so his wound wouldn’t get infected, knowing he had to come in yesterday morning but never did. The other girls where kinda scared of his diameter well as most were. The recruits thought the lieutenant was an asshole, and again intimidating. She let out a sigh grabbing her coffee and supplies leaving the tend going to find the Lt.

As Aniyah said he was down by the water pretty far from the camp, Ghost sat in the grass smoking a cigarette. Her body started the walk down to him, he obviously heard her because he turned his head to see who it was. Ghost eyes scanning her, she wore forest green scrubs today a black long sleeve covering her arms. She always had her arms covered he’s never seen her arms bare but he never questioned could be the simple answer of just another layer to keep blood off her. Her curls worn in a half up half down style her coils frizzed yet still looked amazing, her edge laid meaning she had enough time this morning for herself.

“You know Ghosts is rude to stare.” She said walking up next to him. The contrast from the sunrise complementing Her melanin complexion perfectly.

He turned his head away from her, “What can I do for you Mav..” his tone empty.

She sat down next to him putting the kit down as well as her coffee “well i dont mind you avoiding me though it dose bother me a bit.” She admitted, “but, you need your bandage changed.”

He glanced at her taking another hit of his smoke “I changed it..” he said.

“Mmhm right, non of the girls have seen you come in or out of the infirmary don’t lie to me.” She sassed lightly, he eyes lingered on his lower face his mask sat above his lips no further than that though. She’s seen his face once before but she always couldn’t help but stare how one of his scares trailed from the top of his lip down to his chin, a few spots that healed leaving smaller but deeper scars.

His eyes met hers, “ya know it’s rude to stare.” He mocked her.

A light scoff came from the woman “oh please if you can get an eye full so can I.” She smiled at him, leaving him only to shake his head.

He put the smoke in his mouth going to lift his shirt, revealing the two bandages one on his back near his shoulder and the other on his lower side. “There.”

“Thank you.” She said grabbing the kit first going to the bandage on his side.

Peeling the bloody bandage of his stitches looked a bit irritated, she cleaned the area gently scraping off some of the crusted blood. “I wish you came to the infirmary soon, if not me one of the girls could have cleaned you up.” She spoke her voice slight worried because he’s let his wound get slightly infected just so he didn’t have to face her, she didn’t know why but she couldn’t let it bother her.

He let out a muffled scoff “those girls are scared of me, well besides Aniyah and you obviously..”

“Why didn’t you ask her?”

“Because I didn’t want her to..” he answered simply.

She signed she wanted to ask but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer. “What on your mind?” He asked.

Her eyes connected with his their gaze lingered before she finally spoke “You know you’re not as bad as everyone makes you out to be..” she said avoiding her original question.

Her eyes moving back to his wound taping it down, his eyes now focused on her. Those words hit something in him making him feel vulnerable, and god knows only she could make him feel that way. But she said it as if she knew something more, she knew that he felt that way and that it actually bothered him. They now sat in silence nothing uncomfortable but silence as she worked on his other bandage.

She soon finished pulling his shirt down going to sit next to him her eyes stayed on the moving water in front of them. “Why do you keep your arms covered?” He asked.

“Sorry if it’s personal..” he muttered hoping the wasn’t the reason.

“I have tattoos they make me feel less professional I guess and my Ex never liked them… not that care what he thinks anymore but it kinda just turned into a habit.” She answered taking a sip of her coffee.

“Less professional, you realize almost everyone here has them.” He said, “why didn’t your ex like them?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know im guessing he just wanted me to be more proper not seen as some..” she stoped herself.

“Never mind im not here to talk about my fucked up relationship.” She shook her head.

“Why do you cover your face?” Her voice sounded hesitant.

“Scares lots of them, some from my child hood and not their not very pleasant to look at.” He explained.

Not very pleasant to look at… she thought, she thought he was simply gorgeous. For only seeing his face once she took in every detail even the fact he was a blonde. But he didn’t know that.

“I was gonna say something personal but I’m not gonna cross that line..” she said.

He put another cigarette up to his mouth lighting it. “Please do.. you seem like you need to talk about something..” he spoke blowing smoke out his mouth.

“My ex isn’t a good person, god.. put it simply he was an abusive asshole, tore me apart for years. Physically and emotionally I only got out because I couldn’t live that way with my son.” She spoke, talking the smoke out of Ghosts hand as he offered it to her.

“Is that why you wear sleeves as a sense of safety, hate to make this about me to but maybe we’re the same in that way..” he said looking over at her as she took a drag of the cigarette.

“Mmhm, and you wear the mask because of im gonna take a guess, child hood abuse?” She spoke, he nodded.

“My Father..”

“My mother.” She said after.

“That woman couldn’t stand me, especially after my father passed not to mention when i got pregnant.” She laughed to herself.

It may have not been a funny moment but she was nervous she never really opened up about her abuse but now it was something she could talk about so easily, maybe because he had same type of experience? So the conversation went on as the shared the cigarette.

“I never will understand how a parent could do that to there own child… and then someone who you thought saved you from the situation only hurts you more.” Ghost spoke his head tilted up.

“Yeah well turns out my save was an ex marine with a drug problem.” She scoffed, “and yet I still find myself liking men in uniform.” She glanced over at him noticing the corner of his mouth.

“What? Whats got you all smirking Simon.” She pushed his arm lightly.

“Men in uniform?” He snuffled a small laugh.

“What can I say” she lifted her shoulders shrugging.

“God I haven’t even thought of a relationship for two years now up until recently.” She admitted.

“Oh?”

She felt the hair in her arms stand up at the way that rolled of his tongue, maybe she did find him attractive but doubt always sat in and the fear of said past relationship. But Simon would never put a hand on her. And she knew that.

“Yeah but I gotta focus on myself and my son.”

He hummed, so time is what she needed and he couldn’t blame her for it she went through hell and back but he was willing to wait.

“Better head back up. I got more boys to attend to.”She said.

He nodded, he stood up offering her a hand “lets go then.”

They stood there a minute a sweet smile displayed oh her lips. Her hand reached up to his face, his first instinct was to normally stop her but he didn’t feeling her bare hands touching his scared skin her thumb running gently over the scar on his cheek over to his lip. Her body close to him leaving barely any room, he could smell the cigarette smoke and coffee linger on her.

“You know for what is worth, you really are beautiful Simon.” She spoke barely above a whisper as she let her thumb run over his bottom lip.

His hand reached up grabbing her wrist, he didn’t move it but he held her. Something in him was crumbling under her touch he craved it not in a sexual way but in a way he needed the comfort. He felt his body let itself relax, She didn’t know how she made in crumble how she could anticipate his mood, she did know how bad in that moment he wanted to kiss her.

His eyes never left hers, she could see through him if she really desired to. She was truly astonishing.

But he could never giver her the world she deserved.

Here is one of the Ghost works!

#x black reader #simon riley #simon riley x black reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x black reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost mw2 #simon riley x you #simon riley call of duty

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secret-smut-sideblog · 5 months

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Distances Met (Part 4)

18+ trauma release, angst, pining, complicated feelings, blood drinking, heavy petting, grinding, fingering (f!), restraint (mild), angry sex (sort of)

Astarion X F! Plus Sized Tav

listening to: The Apparition - Sleep Token, Unpunishable - Ethel Cain

He could listen to her for hours.

In the lamplight they sat with one another, her animatedly telling a story, him laying on his side. A bemused smile on his relaxed face.

The cave of his tent had become their sanctuary at night, laying in the pillows and books and warm light between them.

Since their tender sleep at the tavern they were entwined.

Often they retreated to eachother here, sharing the heavenly silence. Her head laying in his lap as he read, his hand trailing lazily in her hair.

This kind of intimacy that he had ran from, bristled at, hissing, he now craved from her. Something about the secrecy of it helped, knowing this was just between them. In her lack of revealing it too he wondered if she felt similarly.

Of course the camp knew they were fond of eachother but these nights, these shared moments were their's alone.

He was continually struck by how good it all felt. How strange, to be working backwards like this. To go from a mindless lust to this platonic tenderness. Though, he reminded himself, they had only shared one moment of amorous touch when he fed from her in frenzy. It made him feel dizzy to realize they had never even kissed.

She caught his eyes wandering in thought from her story and smiled, "Copper for your thoughts?"

He blinked and felt a flush creep up his neck. Admonished her for always seeing through him. He was cool water cupped in her hands, transparent, moved in ripples.

"Ah, darling," he trailed a lazy finger up her forearm, always hypnotized by how his pale hand looked against the dark ichor of her. Like wine in a glass. "I'm just musing," He thought about how to continue and decided on honesty. "That this.. this thing we're doing. It feels good, I've treasured it. It feels safe here."

He cringed at the lack of nuance to his words and let his eyes drift back up to hers. The forest green of her crinkled up at the edges, her warm smile pouring into his heart.

She reached out and, in agreement, pinched his side. That playful tilt in her brows. He let out a mock gasp and grabbed for her. She let out a delighted squeal as they play wrestled, letting out that laugh that he coveted when he managed to tickle her sides.

Their legs and arms tangled in eachother, it all felt so easy. He relaxed into her, her hand trailing up and down the curve of his neck. He almost purred. Then it trailed further down his back and he felt that instinctive tension, his back tight.

Her hand paused. "Is this okay?" She said low against him, his head nodding into her chest after a second of apprehension.

She knew about his scars but had never seen it, the marred skin always covered.

She began again, testing with one hand. Laying it flat against the top of his spine, still. Waiting for his body's response to continue. He focused on his slow breathing, letting the sensation of her sure warmth take forefront in his mind.

Slowly she slid her hand down his back, applying soft pressure. He sighed into her. The work of her hands made him sink, his muscles releasing slightly. Her other hand joined now and his eyes fluttered closed, a satisfied moan escaping his throat. When her strong hands kneaded into his shoulders, finding the knot he kept there, he felt like a tapestry being unwound.

"Star?" She said quietly, and he realized he was quietly crying into her, the fabric of her tunic damp.

"Please dont stop,"

She continued with no hesitation, rubbing and pulling and finding. She pulled the corner of his shirt up, pausing, a question. He fought with himself, the shame on his back, the comfort he felt in her, the angry skin he knew there. He reached under himself and pulled it over his head in one motion.

He tried not to squirm as he knew she was seeing it, seeing him. Seeing the butcher's poem carved into the pathetic flesh, offering no resistance to the knife.

Her hands continued their worship and he felt like falling through the floor. But there was a rising in his throat, the tears hot. A catch in his breathing.

She stopped and sat up, moving him side ways on her lap with hushed assurances. And with a sigh, draped her body across his back. Her lap beneath him and her chest above him, her warmth seeped through all. He had never been held like this. He realized that she was in essence shielding him, her body covering his back. If she had been there. If she had gotten to him sooner.

A ragged sob ripped through his chest, painful and animal.

She did not falter as he wailed into her again and again, her chest rising and falling above him, steady. Her plush lap cushioning him, he gripped her thigh like a buoy in a storm as he babbled and keened.

Gods he wanted it to stop but it had a course to run that he had no say in. Only when his voice was raw and the skin around his eyes was tight and blotched did he slow. His legs had curled up into her without his noticing. Panting and coughing, exhausted.

She only ran her fingers soft through his hair.

Her nightly retreat from his tent left her with a pang tonight. Draping the softest blanket around him she could find she slipped out like a whisper.

Walking on tiptoes she held her hand hard to her heart, holding back the tears that threatened. His wails still ripping through her. A pain she was woefully familiar with. She and that pain had been bed mates for many a night. The body remembers.

No her head was too busy to return to her tent just yet, she wandered to the water.

She always returned to the water, when she had escaped the Underdark one of her first sights was the sea. The endless depth, the tide pushing and pulling, the crashing against the stones. It brought her to her knees. She had never seen something so powerful, so overwhelming. A piece of that moment would live in her soul.

Now she pulled her clothes off, throwing them unceremoniously on the stones. Wading in, head heavy, she felt the pull of the stream surround her as she sat. Drawing a gentle outline of the bruise he left on her thigh, the grief his hands left there.

Water flowed around her and she closed her eyes. Imagining that same water that made her hair dance in its flow reaching the sea, an essence of her taken with it. All connected. Its fingers all reaching. Some sliver of her being drank, bathed in by those she had to leave behind. May the tears that she shed now reach them.

When morning broke she returned to camp, twisting her hair into a braid as she walked, the smiling faces of her companions greeting her. Shadowheart waved her over and she plopped down next to her, listening to the breathless update she had. Many of her travel mates had become what she felt like were friends and she treasured their time together. Knew that someday it would end, they would go their separate ways. She was hopeful, selfishly, that she could keep it a little longer.

Karlach rose from her tent, arm raised in stretch, letting out a loud yawn. "Morning.." she bellowed between yawns. Her bedhead was always unmatched. "Uh-oh, looks like Fangs is in one of his moods,"

Tav's eyebrows threaded together in worry, following Karlach's eyeline. Sure enough, there was that silver hair, back turned he was rummaging roughly in his books. Tav's legs started to rise but she held back, they had shared something very hard last night. Rushing to him and prodding so early wouldn't serve either of them. Shadowheart's eyes were trained on her knowingly, one hand reassuring against her forearm as she sat back down. "I dont know what's going on between you two," she began low in her throat so those nearby wouldn't overhear. "But I would warn, tread carefully sister."

They packed up and started to head out, the long day ahead of them. Astarion was already standing impatient at the mouth of the trail, hands on hips. She took up pace with him as they went but his back was still to her, head straight ahead. She had seen him sulky before and usually found it endearing but there was a bristling to him now. After minutes of tense walking she broke, "Did I do something wrong?" Under her breath so only he could hear.

He stiffened, "Now, now darling. I wouldnt even dream of it," The mask was back up. Her heart fell. "I think I'll take up the rear today, gotta have someone watch these delectable backs." Smooth as silk, but she saw the hardness in the flash of his face as he turned, trudging away from her.

She stood quiet, watching his retreating figure. Shadowheart took up the empty space, subtly weaving her hand into Tav's and pulling her back into the rhythm of their walking. She took a shaky breath out and continued on.

The goblin camp proved.. interesting. Tav was so used to the disdain people felt upon seeing her that the reverent way they look at her, spoke to her. Well it was a change. She allowed herself to have fun with it.

Taking up the mantle of powerful Drow woman was silly for her, she had never felt that way, not really. But in her pretending she found it came natural, suprising herself.

Not that she wasnt an imposing figure when she wanted to be, standing she was eyeline with most of her male companions. Sometimes surpassing them slightly. Though Halsin still beat her by a mile. Her body was powerful too she knew, not just in strength.

She stood tall now, hip jutted out, hands braced on her lower back as the goblins twittered around her.

She could tell her compatriots found it amusing too, playing into it like she was some fearsome warlord. Gale even would mock flinch when she slid her eyes too him. Karlach telling one of the starstruck younglings of her many evil exploits.

Everyone except.. well.

She had relented and let him brood, sulking behind the group. Still made small offers to pull him back in the fold but he would give her a withering look and return to his oh so important book. It was childish and she wouldn't lie, annoyed her. But she knew their bond wasnt that easily separated, no matter what he may think.

She directed one of the goblins to get her and her friends something to drink, her tone low and throaty. Smiled to herself when they trotted off dutifully. She pulled her waist length hair out of its braid, let it fall behind her. Oh she was having too much fun.

Eyes were digging into her back. She almost rolled hers when she finally looked over. She knew in a good mood Astarion would find all of this a riot, playing into it with that mischievous charm. But in this mood she expected impatient vitriol to be on his face, ready to move on. Not allowing her some fun.

She got something much different.

A flush had travelled up his neck, his mouth drawn into a deep line. One hand at his side, fingers twitching. Chest rising and falling. His eyes dilated and dark flitted away too quickly when hers met them. Oh.

Part of her wanted to shrink away but another part of her stood taller, turning back to hide the smile dancing at the edges of her mouth.

Later that night as they tried to decide on a place to set up camp, she dropped her rucksack gratefully. Stretching her shoulders, she surveyed. The bickering made her smile, and let them go at it until they eventually would need her to make the final call.

Astarion was already stalking away, "Hunting." he said. So she got one word responses now. She was over it and got up to follow him.

"Astarion," She called, catching up to him. She knew he heard her but was still pacing ahead. "Star!" She had more force in her voice than she intended, but he finally turned.

He stared at her hard, jaw clenched. She understood that what they had shared that night was very raw but this level of vitriol confused her.

"I dont know why you're avoiding me, I could guess but I dont want to put words in your mouth." She began, carefully picking her words through the haze of her frustration. "I'm sorry that I did something to hurt you, to upset you." Her eyes wavered then, but came back to his stronger. "I still want to spend time with you. To.. be with you. In whatever way that means."

His eyes flared and he seemed about to say something but bit it back, that heat rising in his neck again. In anger or something else, she wasn't sure.

He stepped forward.

"Stay away from me, Tav." His eyes were digging into hers, and contradicting his words stepped even closer.

They were both breathing hard, her frustration giving way. He was going to throw it all away. Everything they had shared.

For this? This pettiness?

Fine, but he wouldn't get the last word.

Before she could stop herself she kissed him. Hard and fast, her mouth strained against his. Her hands gripping the back of his stupid head. His face turned into hers, their mouths fitting together perfectly. Her body screamed to the high heavens, feeling how soft his cool mouth was against her hot angry one. She pulled away rough, only seeing the edge of his face as she turned and walked furious back to camp.

There was a storm that night and she was glad of it, the sky agreeing with her. The rain pounded hard against the tents and she wanted to stand in it, to scream her fury into the whip of it. She knew below the anger was a much more painful emotion but she wanted to live in the righteous scream in her chest.

She pulled her soaked leathers off, straining with the wet fabric. Whipped her tunic off. It felt better to sit in her underclothes, her body still hot. She closed her eyes, frustration crumpling her face. She missed him. The divine tranquility of his tent, the sound of their calm breathing, his hand trailing idle little circles on her shoulder.

Gods damn him. Gods damn her.

She took a shaky breath out and opened her eyes, red eyes in her peripheral.

She turned shocked at the opening of her tent. The rain had hid his approach.

He stood now, white hair soaked. Hand gripping the fabric. Eyes burning.

Before she could react he was on her.

His mouth crashed into hers, his hand gripping the nape of her neck, the other on her ass. She came back just as hard, wrapping a leg around his hip, hand sloppy in his hair. Her body a forest fire of need.

A throaty moan escaped his lips and he gripped her ass harder. Tongues twisting. His hand racing to his tunic, undoing the ties. No time for that she ripped it off of him, a gasp caught in his throat.

His torso free she took to it like an oasis in a desert. Kissing and suckling on his neck hard, knowing she was going to leave bruises. Breathlessly he ground his hips into her, head thrown back. "Gods," he strangled out.

That only fed her, hot mouth leading up to his ear lobe. Nibbling and sucking fervently. His hips buckled and a low whimper left his perfect lips. He pulled her down to the ground, her hair whipping with the motion.

They were both moving against eachother so fast, desperate. Hands hungry and grasping.

She straddled herself on his lap, back arching into him. She could burn the whole camp down with the fire in her body.

She grabbed his head and directed it to her neck, breath hot in her throat. "I want you to feel it," she said low in his ear. "Feel how much I want this."

He groaned and sank into her ferociously, the pain sending a delicious chill up her back. She could feel how hard he was pulling and it only heightened her high. Swallowing big gulps of her, grinding her hips into him. His eyes were rolling back in his head, tasting the arousal in her, how her blood ran extra hot, thick. She rode herself into his lap, gasping and writhing. He was so hard against her already, his hands gripping her back.

She began biting him back, the skin on the side of his neck so soft between her teeth. He gasped and moaned roughly into her neck, his breath coming out in little wet gasps against the bloody mess he was making. She pulled him off of her, not able to stand it anymore. She needed more.

He fell back on her bedroll, eyes wide and dark. Blood smeared all down his front. She pulled her bralette off, throwing it to the corner. He was back up, hands and mouth all over her. Took her hardened nipple into his swirling mouth. She bucked against him, a whine out of her open mouth. His hand pushed into her underwear, finding her already soaking his fingers. He groaned low, plunging inside her. The edges of her eyes watered as his clever fingers pulled against her, hitting just right, pulsing in and out.

"Gods, Star," she gasped out, to his curling lips, grinding his palm against her clit as she rode his hand.

She reached for his hardened length, still trapped in his leathers but he grabbed her hand quickly, pinning it hard against her lower back. Being restrained like that only made her ache more, the tension building in her abdomen.

Gods he was too good.

Her eyes were rolling, hips moving of their own accord. She felt like an animal in heat. He had leaned back and was just watching her writhe against his hand. "What a sight," he purred.

Her thighs were pressing around him harder and harder as she climbed. "Yes, yes," he breathed, watching her get closer to her undoing. "Please," his grip on her wrist tightening.

"Oh fuck, oh gods," she strangled out.

She looked into his eyes, his face so close to hers. Lidded and hazy with lust, bright red with her blood. Mouth smeared with it, dripping down his neck.

That was her end, the build crescendoing into a final deafening note. It hit her so hard she almost couldn't take it. She thrashed and writhed, her head thrown back, a small scream sliding out. She saw stars in her vision as her thighs gripped him for dear life.

"Holy hells" he breathed, his eyes filled with awe. He gently pulsed his fingers in and out of her, feeling how she gripped them as her high came down. When he finally pulled them out he moaned, the creamy slick running down his forearm.

She slumped against him, trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving. He lead her onto her back, following her down. Covering her quivering body with his. She ran her fingers through his hair, still slowing her breath.

"I'm sorry," He murmured into her chest when she had finally slowed. "I shouldn't have run from you. I'm a coward it seems."

She chuckled, somewhat breathlessly. "You're one of the bravest people I've known Star, you just show it funny."

She felt his smile against her chest. "I've missed you." He whispered.

"I've missed you too."

Part 5

#lets fucking go!!!#this one got away from me lol #also my Tav is absolutely a top. do with that what you will #astarion x plus sized tav #astarion smut

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Doves and their Peculiar Taste (Aimevout) - Prologue

After much debate (and because apparently I have to wait to make an AO3 account????) I decided to post the prologue to the fic I have been working on here, depending on how long AO3 takes to release me from purgatory I might just go ahead and post the chapters I have so far on here too. NOTE: The fanfic starts with Aimée's engagement to Lannes and is meant to end with her wedding to Davout following her as she becomes disillusioned with Lannes and falls in love with Davout, who she meets by chance at an event hosted by her brother, the prologue is set before this. Although I tried to stick as much as possible to historical accuracy here there will most likely be bits that are not as accurate. I attempted to be as accurate as I could be to Aimée's initial engagement to Lannes and how things were going back then but I don't have a lot of specific info on that and the specific circumstances she was in and this fic is largely my own creative take on how the engagement was dissolved and how Davout and Aimée met. In reality, I don't even know if Davout and Aimée had met at all prior to their wedding, let alone have a soapy lovey dovey will they won't they slowburn romance develop between them. Likewise, I did my own take in characterization to some extent, I wrote the characters involved the way I see them/think of them, but some of them will change throughout the fic (notably Lannes, Davout, and Aimée). I apologize for any historical inaccuracies, like I said this is my own creative take about a very specific situation which I don't have a lot of insight on :((( . TLDR: there will probably be some historical inaccuracies here and there PLEASE dont be mean to me about it or I'm gonna cry and show up in your living room and throw up on your carpet, thank you. Anyways, enjoy.

Prologue – Scene 1

“An illegitimate child with another man?”

The words slapped Lannes back into consciousness as they left Bonaparte’s mouth.

“I find I should be concerned myself, my situation is not much better than yours, but, how do you feel?”

Lannes realized he had been venting to Napoleon without a second thought, and only then did the reality hit him. What now? Well, Napoleon was the best person to ask wasn’t he? “What now?” Lannes looked up at Bonaparte with a puzzled look, seeming almost as if half awake. “I guess I need a new wife”. Bonaparte could see his sorrow being converted into anger, typical for Lannes given his nature, “And have you thought of someone?” he asked, to which he earned a quick reply from Lannes’s increasing frustration “Fuck no.”

Bonaparte reclined on his chair, staring down at Lannes who sat on a camp bed, his back hunched, his eyes on the floor. “Lannes,” as Bonaparte called, he looked up, eyebrows still furrowed, “You’ve become a close friend to me… and what do we want in life if not to see our friends cared for?”. Lannes’s expression changed to one of confusion, “What? Do you have someone in mind?”, he didn’t like it when Napoleon was vague with him. “I have already sought connections for my sisters, they are cared for, however, they themselves have connections which aren’t.”

“Well honestly I’m not sure if I wanna think about women at all right now.” Lannes hastily got up as he spoke, grabbing his hat in the process and turning towards the tent’s opening, until Napoleon stood up and grabbed him by the arm, “God, listen to me won’t you” with a movement of his chin he gestured towards he chair he previously occupied, “Sit.”

“Fine”, Lannes sat “Hurry up.” “My sister, Pauline, is married to Charles Leclerc, you know him do you not?” “Yeah whatever I think so”, Lannes gestured vaguely. “Leclerc has unmarried sisters, one in particular who is at proper age, Louise-Aimée-Julie Leclerc.” “I never met this girl.” “I have heard and read snippets of her character here and there, she seems like a docile girl, well behaved, just a bit shy but perfect for marriage, especially as a rebound after something like this. Not to mention, by marrying her, you would be brought into my family through her connection to my sister. You would be cared for in being provided with a good loving wife, a wealthy familial connection to the Leclercs, and a connection to me.” He spoke more as if he were pitching a business deal than as if he were pitching a marriage.

Lannes still looked at him, but this time with some interest. It would seem the ‘sales’ pitch may have been successful at hooking him in. Access to wealth… a connection to Napoleon… a docile wife who would not give him a bastard child. “Huh… What does she look like?”.

“Brunette, brown eyes, small stature, she is quite petite.” Bonaparte replied, still in the tone of someone selling furniture. “Well you know how I am-“ “I do and I am hoping you would not take such a style with her.” Bonaparte replied sternly, “Her brother is quite protective of her Lannes, you should treat her as a crystal if anything.” “Sure… well, fine, let’s give it a shot.” Lannes said, standing up once again, this time with a much more interested expression. “Great.” Napoleon stood up as well, extending his hand towards Lannes, “I will propose the idea to Leclerc tomorrow, he has been looking for a suitor to his sister, surely he will be pleased.” Lannes shook his hand “Surely”, he said with a smirk.

Lannes, having put his hat back on, then left Napoleon’s tent, as Napoleon sought an aide to write a letter to Leclerc on his behalf.

Prologue – Scene 2 Egypt had been hell for everyone involved, by then the campaign was falling apart and if anyone knew this for certain it was its leader, Napoleon Bonaparte, his return to France was already in plans. One of the many men condemned to stay in the hellish uncaring desert was one Louis Nicolas Davout. In a situation not too dissimilar from that of Lannes, having recently divorced his wife for an incident of a similar nature, he was down on his luck, one of the few things which at the very least kept him alive was his friendship to one Louis Desaix. “Davout?”, Desaix whispered, entering Davout’s messy tent, a stained jacket sat in rough shape on a chair near his bed, where Davout himself was sitting, staring at his glasses, the left lens badly shattered.

“Still awake hm?” Desaix sat on the chair facing him, his eyes attempting to meet Davout’s downward gaze. “Mhm.” He didn’t speak much, he never did, even to his closest friends, but still Desaix could read him so well, and he knew Davout was tired, he had been for a while. Desaix gently took the pair of glasses from Davout’s hands, which made Davout look up at him, “I’ll get take these with me, and send you a brand new pair from France! Whaddya think?” Desaix smiled at him. Although his expression did not change, Desaix could tell Davout’s mood had lightened slightly at the interaction. “Have you thought about what I said to you?”, Desaix kept his eyes fixed on Davout, concentrating in reading his expression. Davout looked down again, making Desaix concerned. “I don’t see the point. I tried once, it did not go well, why should I try again? I doubt it would result in success, besides I don’t have much to offer, it would simply be a pointless transaction on both ends.” Davout answered in a matter-of-fact manner, he looked up at Desaix once more with a straight expression. “You just haven’t met the right girl yet, you’ll see”, Desaix had been insisting a similar plea to Davout for long now, it wasn’t the first time Davout had heard him say this. “I am to return soon… I could… I could sneak you, yes, in the ship back to France, and-“ “General Bonaparte would never-“ “I don’t care what he has to say! I’ll sneak you in, I’ll take you to France, maybe you’ll meet someone there! Maybe at least you’ll change your mind, I could-“ “Desaix.” At this point, Davout was looking at him with concern. Desaix realized he was failing at hiding his distress. “I’m sorry.” He realized he had lifted off the chair towards Davout when he was speaking, he sat back down. “I worry about leaving you alone, I really do.” He placed his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his knuckles. There was silence between them for a little while.

“I’ll be fine,” Davout spoke, as he did Desaix looked up at him, his smile slowly reappearing. “I suppose as long as I am alive I am fine”, Davout shrugged. “Surely”, Desaix chuckled. Hesitantly, he stood up. “Keep me informed Davout, we should meet as soon as you yourself return to France, which I am hoping will be soon.” “I’ll try to remember to write to you, but you should write to me when you get there.” Davout responded, Desaix laughed at his response much to Davout’s confusion. “I will, have a good night Davout, I hope you’ll be at the port before I leave.” “I am hoping you do not intend to-“ “I won’t sneak you into the ship I swear! I just want to say my goodbyes that’s all” Desaix spoke honestly. “I’ll be there.” In a rare sight, Davout smiled at Desaix. “See you.” Desaix gave Davout a pat on the shoulder before leaving his tent, still holding Davout’s glasses in his left hand. Not long after, Davout blew the only lit candle inside the tent, and tried his best to fall asleep.

Surely I’ll be fine.

#idk what's wrong with the line spacing and idk how to fix it xoxo #this is literally the first fic I ever wrote in my entire life please don't be mean to me #napoleonic era #napoleonic #napoleons marshals #louis nicolas davout #aimevout #aimée davout #aimée leclerc #jean lannes #napoleonic fan fic #fanfic

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