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Falling for their f*ck buddy | Headcanons (bit NSFW)
gender neutral
-> This is based on RPs I had with my OC lmaooo… a bit angsty ! oops !
-> Keigo Takami, Touya Todoroki, Rumi Usagiyama.
Hawks | Keigo Takami
When you started working at Endeavor’s agency, Hawks was already head over heels for you. However, due to his link with the hero commission, he couldn’t really date anyone -even less another hero that was already in the top of the rankings only a year after graduating.
Yet, he managed to sneak in your apartment after a party ; you both weren’t drunk as Endeavor was watching you, but he had whined about never having seen where you lived despite being a « so good » colleague. Sure you found him cute, you used to have a crush on him when you were in high school and he had just started being a pro, after all. But still.
He told you you were his first time. It felt wrong. « What ?! But you should’ve done it with someone you love instead ! That was… random ?! » you replied. « How am I supposed to even love someone, hm ? The hero commission is babysitting me as fuck. » Well… you couldn’t have thought of anything to say.
One other thing was that he learned very quickly -because, indeed, you fucked him several other times after that, late at work or after hero parties- how to please you, and you couldn’t just go back to some random boyfriends that couldn’t even do the simplest things.
Maybe your crush from high school had come back, or maybe you were just blinded by how good he was. But it felt like he wasn’t just a fuck buddy anymore, now. If so, why would you be doing his skin care in front of a movie after having taken a bath together where you laid your back against his chest ? Guess « releasing some steam » was just a cover to the hero commission to him, but who knows ?
Dabi | Touya Todoroki
You weren’t scared to go out really late in the night in unknown places ; your quirk was powerful enough to have made you a member of the Top Three at U.A. So, you never really considered yourself in danger. Going to crowded places ? Sure. Getting drunk with strangers ? No problem !
After meeting Dabi at a bar, it was quite fast for you to agree to hook up ; you liked older guys -and also had questionable tastes in men- and he just thought you looked slutty. Yes, he knew you were a student at U.A ; he had seen you on TV for the sports festival. But you didn’t know he was a villain (it’s an AU okay??). So, when he asked for your name, you gave him a fake one, and he did just the same.
He would’ve just left after he was done with you, but you were his best sexual partner ever and he was tired : so, he stayed overnight and only left the morning, after you told him that it was weird for him to hang around. Yet, every time you would walk by each other, you would end up in your bed with him -until he finally gave you his number.
Throughout time, he became closer to you and you spent more time together ; getting him a skincare to help him with his scars, painting his nails better as he sucked at it, yet never talking about y’all personal lives. « Can you pick me up ? Just steal a car or whatever, I know you do stuff like that. » you asked him, by text. « Why would I do that ? Go by foot. » « They used quirk eraser on me, I’m scared now. I ran away from those guys, they were scary. »
No need sending another text, he was on his way after checking your location. But why was he even on his way ? He never cared about the people he fucked. Never gave them his number neither ; but you were cute and a U.A student, both were advantages. When he arrived, he saw you curled up and on the verge of tears. He didn’t ask much, he just drove you home. Didn’t even spend the night with you, genuinely just accompanying you.
That’s why you thought you had developed feelings for him, and vice versa for him. He could just never admit it, you were almost a pro hero anyways, and you would find out eventually. And eventually you did, as when his boss decided to attack 1A, you were there. The Big Three had to accompany the 1st years camping. You recognized the blue flames -he had used them on you several times to be kinky- and then you recognized him. He has never seen you again since that night.
Miruko | Rumi Usagiyama
You didn’t plan on becoming Miruko’s plaything. She had been helping several times at your agency, and you had met more than once at hero parties. She liked you and considered you a friend ; you were a new pro that was still not broken from the job, and you were quite hopeful.
It changed once you both got drunk at a party and when you decided to go to her place to bitch about all the heroes that were there -stinky and old and only talking about boring stuff. Endeavor had to drive you -he was a very disappointed boss, but whatever. You were sat on the couch, eventually talking about your love life.
« I don’t know why people don’t date you, you’re like so sexy ! Why don’t people date you ? » she asked. « I should ask you that ! » you replied. « People are intimidated by muscular women like me ! They should know better. » she said. « They should only be intimidated by how easily you could pick them up. You could totally do that ! »
It didn’t make much sense, but as she decided to pick you up, you both fell on the couch, and it escalated quickly. Miruko was indeed intimidating, so you were glad that she took the league. And it didn’t change all the times y’all did it. Even sober. She would always take the lead, but she would be so sweet about it ? It was not the same as the other sexual encounters you had had.
« Is (Y/N) coming to the party or what ? » she asked Hawks. « Probably. Endeavor told me he would work late tonight, so I guess they have to follow him. » she sighed. « They’re the only reason I come to this kind of party ! » the woman whined. « Yeaaaah, we all know you only want a little plaything around you. » Hawks jokingly said. « It’s more than that. I just want them to be around all the time. » Cue to Miruko realizing that if she wants to spend that much time with you, it’s because you might be more than her plaything…
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Masterpost try #368
last updated: 19.4.2024
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#sudraws #my writing #xx #music #ref #reference #photography — im forgetting some...
Art Blog @mandoart
A03 (being revised)
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Fave LIs in no order bc why not :
Lann (Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous)
Heinrix (Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader)
Casavir (Neverwinter Nights 2)
Alistair, Fenris, Blackwall (Dragon Age)
Garrus, Jaal (Mass Effect Trilogy)
Danse (Fallout 4)
Torian, Aric (Swtor)
Elliott (Stardew Valley)
Astraeus, Alain, Reiner, Nav, Darius (Lovestruck)
Asra, Julian (The Arcana)
Chris, Andvari, Liod (Romance Club)
Cole (Blush Blush)
Hanzo (My Ninja Destiny)
Jumin Han, Zen (Mystic Messenger)
Lucifer, Mammon (Obey Me)
Virion (Oathbreaker)
Hanzo (Nightshade)
Raze (Demonheart)
James (Tailor Tales)
Zhu (Relics of the Lost Age)
Preston (Tin Star)
Toshio, Jun (Samurai of Hyuga)
Mason, Adam (The Wayhaven Chronicles)
Lady Argent, Herald (Fallen Hero)
all 3 of them Laurent (Perfumare WIP)
Blade (Shepherds of Haven WIP)
Orion, G, Seven (Infamous WIP)
Playlists :
Astraeus (Astoria Fate's Kiss - Lovestruck)
Astoria MC (aka Eos just below)
Sails in the Fog (Romance Club)
Shepherds of Haven WIP IF
Infamous WIP IF Band
Mason (Wayhaven Chronicles)
Torian Cadera (SWTOR)
Some of my OCs/MCs :
*Vorawin'ther Vandree 'Vora Winter' (Neverwinter/1/2, Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous — a drow in one and dhampir in the latter) #oc: vora, #oc: vorawin'ther
Anna Arslanowicz (Fallout 4) #oc: anna
Elnara 'Ellie' Krymsky (Saints Row) #oc: ellie
'Lia' Shepard (Mass Effect Trilogy) #oc: lia
Valentina 'Tina' Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda) #oc: valentina
*Ayka Delgerdzaya Aeducan (Dragon Age Origins #oc: ayka
Aisha Adaar (Dragon Age Inquisition) #oc: aisha
Aurora Hawke (Dragon Age 2) #oc: aurora
*Berra H'akan (my first bounty hunter, cathar, Mandalorian by birth, daughter of Clan H'akan's chieftain, Danyal) #oc: berra
Alma Ethelwulf (Star Ward the Old Republic, Zabrak Jedi Knight) #oc: alma
*'Nino Balkish' (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Mando Bounty Hunter) #oc: nino
Kartili (Kelborn) 'Solus' (Swtor, Twi'lek ex-Mandalo Republic Smuggler) #oc: kartili
Cattie Pallas (Swtor, Cathar Jedi Consular) #oc: cattie
*Emija 'Prizrak' (Swtor, Chiss Republic Trooper) #oc: emija
*Eos Eremenko surname may vary (MC of Astoria Fate's Kiss / Lost Kisses, various other interactive fiction, Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader & my WIP interpretation of the Titan with the same name) #oc: eos
*Ela Anka (The Arcana, Fictif & Choices stories + the MC of the WIP work Perfumare:Amalgam) #oc: ela
*Eve Mac Diarmada (Obey Me, Nightbringer & my interpretation of Eve herself) #oc: eve
* main or more developed ocs™
Others :
Star Wars Clan H'akan (original Mandalorian clan settled on Werda, led by Danyal H'akan - also the father of Berra) #clan h'akan
Star Wars Clan Strillir (also my Mandalorian clan on Werda, led by Sidar Strillir) #clan strillir
ASOIAF House Dawnbreak (a semi-noble household) here
Cultist Simulator (Follower) OC here
My Writing :
Homecoming, gen but Lucifer being Lucifer (OBEY ME)
My Moodboards, Edits :
SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC TEMPLATE
SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC MOODBOARD
BLADE X MC MOODBOARD
ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 1
ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 2
ALAIN RICHTER MOODBOARD
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Heart of Darkness: Chapter 1 - Danes
Series Masterlist
Chapter 2
Pairing: Osferth x female reader
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"Y/n, look." You turned from the waves of the ocean to your big brother, Osbert as he approached to you by the rocks. He sat down and took off his necklace, showing you the shiny orange stone he received from your father. "Look through it."
You held the stone closer and peered through it, looking at the castle you live in, through the orange stone. You grinned at the colour and moved the stone away. "It looks pretty," you said and he smiled at you.
Due to your young age, Osbert and your older brother, Uhtred, realized that shiny items attract you, and get you distracted pretty easily, to their amusement.
Despite the three of you don't share the same mother, you were very close to your brothers, unlike with your parents, and loved them dearly.
Your father, Lord Uhtred moved his eyes to his two children, seen you two a little away. He frowned as his seven year old daughter and 10 year old son were now sitting by the rocks where the tide would surely strike, "Osbert! Y/n!"
You and your brother turned to him and his men, and your father continued, "The tide is on the turn."
Osbert frowned and let out a sigh to move to follow but stopped when you didn't follow and just turned to watch the ocean. "I'll not warn you again!" your father called.
You frowned when you spotted ships approaching and turned to your father, "Ships! There!" you said, pointing.
Your father followed your finger to the ocean. His frown disappeared and worried expression appeared on his face. "Danes," he muttered, "The devil's turds."
"Are they traders?" Osbert asked, taking your hand and led you back to your father.
"No!" your father answered, "They come as Vikings!" He turned to his horse. "We go!"
You looked to the ships before been pulled by your brother to his horse. He helped you up to his horse before climbing behind you. You rode after your father, uncle and the rest of the men that came with you, back to the Bebbanburg gates.
When you reached through the gates, your father shouted, "Where is my son? Uhtred." Your older brother appeared from the balcony. "Take half a dozen men ride to the river. There are pagans there. You watch them, see how many there are."
Your brother nodded, "Of course, father."
"Do nothing more, you understand?"
"Yes, father."
You and Osbert got off of his horse and moved to your mother. "Mother," you said.
"Y/n, Osbert, what is it?" she asked, gently placing her hands on your shoulders.
"Ships," you answered, "I saw them first from the beach."
Your mother frowned, "What ships?"
"Danes," Osbert answered as he rushed away, "They're heading for the river."
Your mother gasped and pulled you closer by her side as she looked at your father when he approached. "God and the saints preserve us. They have no soul. We must pray."
"We must act," your father said as his Hawk landed on his arm, and he turned to your older brother as he walked past him, "Uhtred, do not fight them." Your brother stepped closer. "Not a single one. Be back by nightfall."
Your brother nodded, "Yes, father."
"I want to come," you said as you tried to step forward but then your mother pulled you back closer to her side, "Absolutely not!"
"I'll be back," your brother assured you as he placed his hand on your shoulder.
"Be careful," you said, and he gave you one last smile before leaving your and your parents side.
Your father moved to the steps, and your mother followed by his side, making you follow as she pulled you, like she knew if she would release you, you would go after your brother out there.
"They are sent by god to punish us for our sins," she said.
"Our sins be damned," your father said, "They're here to support the Viking army at Eoferwic." You frowned and your father turned away, "Aelfric!"
"We must instruct the priest to pray for our deliverance," your mother insisted.
Your father looked annoyed and ignored her to speak to your uncle, "Aelfric!"
Your uncle turned to him, "Lord?" He walked over while your mother pulled you away with her, "Come," she muttered.
"We take in as many women and elders as we can," you heard your father saying, "The rest to higher ground and out of sight."
"But mother, I want to help," you said. She nodded, "You can help, we must pray."
You threw your head back, "No! I want to help fight." Your mother stopped, making you stop as well since she was still holding you. She looked at you with a look you didn't see before on her, "You're a lady, y/n, enough with that nonsense."
You frowned, "It's not nonsense," you muttered.
"You do not know how to fight," she said and pulled you down the hall. You pulled yourself out from her grip and ran back outside. "Y/n!" she shouted but you ignored her.
You ran up the stairs and toward Osbert, who was looking outside. "What is it?" you asked and peered outside through the small hole as the bell was ringing. You watched as men, women and children running to the castle.
"Y/n." You and Osbert turned to your father as he approached. "Go to your mother. Now." You rolled your eyes and walked past him, annoyed.
You went against his order and walked under the stairs to look outside again. It didn't take long to see a few horses with unfamiliar people riding them.
"Horsemen approaching!"
You recognized one of the horses.
It was your brother's horse, and it had blood on it.
Your body froze as it approached with unfamiliar man. He removed the fur to show his face as he stared up. He slowly hold his arm up, and to your horror, he was holding the head of your older brother.
"No..." you found your voice and raised it along with Osbert, "No!"
"You will pay for it!" you screamed before you were pulled back. You blinked your angry tears away and looked up to your mother. She pulled you to her arms, but you quickly shrugged her off. You didn't mean to, but you were angry that father send him to his death, and that man killed him, and you were devested that he was now gone.
Uhtred was now dead. And you blamed your father for it.
--
Hours past since Uhtred was killed.
Since you were given his head, you haven't spoken a word to your father, nor your mother. The only once you spoken to were Osbert and the priest you and your brothers liked dearly, Father Beocca.
You and your brother were in his room, choosing to ignore the outside world until Father Beocca came to collect your brother, saying your father wanted to see him.
Without much of a choice, your brother left you in his room for a little while, until you were told that your father given Osbert a new name; Uhtred, son of Uhtred.
Now, he was the new Heir.
And Father Beocca wanted to baptist him for the second time, so your mother led you outside where it would happen.
"Come on, quickly," your mother said to two men that were carrying a bucket of water.
Your brother was standing in a huge bath, naked with only his necklace on his neck, shivering from the cold water that was pouring inside.
"Hurry, please," Father Beocca said. You stood by your mother, behind Uhtred. Father Beocca looked around the people before at your brother, placing his hand on top of his head. He looked away and up, nodding, and Uhtred understood and lowered himself under the water.
"Heavenly father, receive your servant Uhtred into the holy kind of saints and into the ranks of the most bright angels. Let your holy waters cleanse him and make him worthy of your blessing." You tugged on your mother's sleeve, nodding worriedly toward the bath when she looked at you. Clearly worried as well, she looked at the bath watching Father Beocca was still holding your brother by the head under the water.
"Make him your instrument and your rod," Father Beocca continued after a pause, making your mother's eyes dart to him and then the bath. "Let him realize the significance of the written word so that he may learn of Your glory, and in turn, may spread Your word."
He paused, and your mother watched as the water started bubbling. "Beo--" she started, but Father Beocca continued again, "Let him grow in wisdom and in respect so he may lead in a godly manner--"
"Beocca, he's cleanse," your mother managed to interrupt.
Father Beocca glanced at the bath and then up, "Amen." You let a relief sigh while your mother breathed out as Uhtred was released and he gasped for air the second he resurfaced.
Everyone cheered and your mother smiled proudly. "Uhtred, son of Uhtred of Bebbanburg... welcome to the Christian world. Behold, your people and your land." Your brother smiled, and you couldn't help but smile as well.
--
After the night celebrations, you woke up to discover your father had already left to battle, along with the men, and to your shock and horror, your uncle told you he found out your brother went after them.
"You have to go and get him back," you said.
Your uncle looked away from the outside toward you and let out a soft sigh as he approached. "My dear niece," he started and kneeled down in front of you, placing his hands on your arms. "I can't. I must stay here, and protect the people that are here in this castle. That includes you."
"Uhtred is the Heir," your mother spoke, tugging you back to stand next to her. To your surprise, she was glaring down at your uncle, and her body language was showing she didn't trust him like your father did.
Your uncle stood up and stared at your mother. "I know," he said after a moment, "But, it was his choice to leave and follow. If I knew what he was planning, I would have stopped him."
Your mother stared at him for a long moment, questioning his words. "Of course you would," she agreed, but with distant.
You looked between your mother and uncle as they stared each other down. You frowned and looked at your uncle, speaking quietly, "Uncle..." Your voice made him look down at you. "What is going to happen now?"
"We will wait, and pray for your father and brother to return with the rest of our men," he answered as he kneeled down again to look at you better. He placed his hand on your cheek, brushing away a tear that slipped and your mother's grip tighten on your shoulders, as if she was holding herself back.
"Do not fear, my sweet niece, everything will be alright," he assured, but deep down in your gut... you weren't feeling comfort by his words, or his touch.
#the last kingdom#osferth imagine#osferth x reader#osferth#osferth x you#osferth fanfic#osferth x y/n#baby monk#uhtred imagine#finan imagine#sihtric the last kingdom
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ACCIDENTAL NAB P3
parings: thief!hawks x princess!reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: none
notes: PART THREE YALL! this was going to be posted yesterday but we went into a school lockdown🤪
summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far from your home! On accident…
Part 2: ACCIDENTAL NAB P2
“wakey wakey, princess..”
you recognize the voice, it’s hawks, you can feel the early sun settling into your skin.
“mph…” you groggily let out.
He giggles softly, “cmon, early bird gets the worm.”
“let me sleep more, the sun just came up…” you say quietly.
something’s laying on you, it feels heavy but it’s warm. You had already guessed it wasn’t hawks since he sounded too far away so you just assumed it was the blanket- until the blanket hit you.
“Ow- what was that for?!” Your eyes open quickly to see a mischievous hawks staring back at you.
“Had to get you up somehow.”
You look behind him, Dabi and Tokoyami are still sleeping, so really there was no point in waking you up either than just wanting to annoying you with his squawking.
“Go annoy someone else.” You say bluntly.
“Hmm, nah I don’t think so.”
“why’re you annoying me”
“why’re you so mean?”
you look away slightly at the comment, it didn’t hurt you but no one ever called you mean..except for him.
“My sisters think I’m great.”
“well your sisters aren’t here, are they?”
“I wonder whose fault that is?”
hawks laughs at your banter while you just stare at him with a stern look, the one you used when your sister broke some type of plate while ‘’trying’’ to help the maids.
“Maybe if you were nicer to me than I’d let you get more beauty rest.”
“it’s hard to be nice”
“Why’s that?” He cocks his head into the pillow more.
you stay silent for a moment, “I don’t know.”
you close your eyes. It’s quite, maybe if he stopped talking you could drift away into sleeps kind, warm arms.
“That’s fine, you’ll have to figure it one day thought if you’re gonna be the queen.” he says softly.
“yea” is the only thing you utter after.
you yawn loudly, still tired, the suns starting to hurt your eyes and it feels like it’s getting to hot under the covers. At least they’re soft…
your covers move again slightly, you assume it’s just hawks just get off the bed but the weight never shifts
you open your eyes again but instead of the soft white it’s the same beautiful red as hawks…avian wings.
You think he’d say something about your staring but he stays quiet, thankfully.
you’d like to pet them, they look soft- but, it feels like the same as if someone just randomly petted your dog without asking. It’s your dog so why touch it without the ask?
So you just stare, which is arguably more weird than touching…
They start twitching slightly- is he nervous? you’d assume he gets tons of looks since there so large and bright.
“wish you had a pair of your own, huh?” He says.
“I like them, only good thing about you.”
“Well aren’t you discourteous?”
“I’m surprised you know that word, bird brain.”
you hear the beds behind hawks starts to creak, then comes the yawns.
Tokoyami is the first to speak, “Good morning hawks, y/n.”
“Morning!” you say happily, Tokoyami was nice.
The three men raised from their beds, hawks left you a little colder. They talked about how their day should go, eating, selling more to different traders in town, etc.
you were blissfully laying in the soft bed, Dabi wasn’t kidding when he said the were nice.
“Princess?” Hawks calls. You only groan as a response.
“I can trust you enough to have the gag not be on your mouth, right?”
It’s not like you would talk a lot with it off anyways, you nodded despite that.
Hawks smiles, he had a nice smile, “good, now cmon put on your scarf, let’s go eat.”
The walk to the tavern wasn’t that long, you were able to pass by a few shops, some for flowers, furniture, or just pawning. The four of you passed by one of the pawn shops, where they sold most of your royal things.
The owner looked at you, looked away for a moment, then looked back and started waving his hands trying to get your attention.
“M-Mr. Hawks! one moment please?” He says.
Hawks cocks his head to the side while the man runs up to him, pulling him aside to where the three of you can’t hear their conversation.
You can tell by the expressions on hawks face that the news he’ll have won’t be very good, he argues quietly, then beckons Tokoyami to come closer.
He whispers something in his ear, then Tokoyami walks away.
Hawks then shoos away the old man, turning back towards you with a sour expression.
“Can’t sell the stuff here apparently, boss says it’s ‘too suspicious’ for a town like this.” Hawks says with a distaste.
Dabi sighs, “where are we supposed to sell it then?”
“Night market, heard it’s moved down to Skinningrove.”
Dabi whistles, “Now that is one fucked up place.”
Now you’ve never heard of “skinningrove” but SableStome was just fine even if Tokoyami and Dabi hated it, so you assumed it would be fine!
“What’re you looking so happy for huh?” Dabi says.
“Hm? Nothing, just excited for the next adventure.” You reply.
Dabi chuckles, “well you know why they call it Skinningrove right? Cause they skin people there- and you’re milk bathed skin would sell for some pretty penny yknow.”
“Dabi, don’t scare her.”
Well isn’t that just amazing for you?
Hawks looks at the distraught expression on your face, “Just stay close to me and you’ll be fine.”
“They won’t be scared of you pretty boy.”
“I’ll give them a reason to be scared then.”
Dabi just shakes his head with a small smile.
You can hear a carriage approaching, then the owner coming out with your belongings.
The four men start packing all your things into the carriage in preparation for Skinningrove, aren’t you just so excited?
Hawks then ushers you inside, you sit down on one of the boxes. Hawks thanks the owner then waves goodbye as you start moving.
He looks back at you, you looked terrified after Dani’s little comment about being…skinned.
He sits next to you and hands you something red, it’s a feather, one straight from those pretty wings to be specific.
don’t say pretty.
“Here.”
“Why are you giving me this?”
“Skinningrove is always a little hectic, don’t wanna lose you.”
“Do they really skin people there?”
He groans softly, “Only sometimes…”
well I suppose that makes you feel…slightly better?
“I can hear through it, just a little bit, so if you get swooped away you’ll be able to talk to me.”
“Thanks, hawks…”
You can feel the carridge shaking slightly on the bumpy road that leads out of SableStone, you’re still scared of your next adventure but at least hawks will protect you?
no, don’t think that.
your father would never even have you near this place…or out of the palace.
hawks gives you freedom at least.
he’ll keep you safe.
#anime#fanfics#hawks x reader#takami keigo#bnha hawks#mha takami keigo#keigo x you#spotify#hawks x y/n#mha#takami keigo x reader#alternate universe
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Sorry for being late on the prompts but I napped until the middle of the night and hope you're still taking prompts cause I love watching you update on AO3. I had to think really hard what single thing I was gonna request and !!. I think I'm going for "I wish you would write a fic where Anders is an anxious ball of energy from Fenris' threaths/jokes and begs him not to turn him in" ??? I'm not creative please I just love angsty Fenders where Anders expects the worst and Fenris is an angel
Thank you, dear Anon. This was really inspiring and resulted in 3400 words, oops! For @dadrunkwriting, fenders, Fenris x Anders, references to sexual abuse and prostitution.
I know for a fact that I've read a fic like that and I'm trying my utmost to not just copy what I remember from that fic.
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Anders pulls his arm back, putting all of his not so significant weight into it, and punches the man on the nose. He crumbles with a truly pathetic wail and Anders shakes out is hand with a hiss.
Market days usually aren't like this. On normal days, when Anders goes to the market in Lowtown, he gets his goods and leaves again, with nobody commenting on the hood over his head or the "walking stick" he leans on, that definitely doesn't look like a mage's staff. Some people greet him as the healer, sell him their goods at a lower price because they remember the friend or family member he helped once, and then he goes back home to the clinic.
But today, a new group of people has set up shop at the market, traders from Antiva in direct competition with traders from Nevarra, and the atmosphere is already strenuous when Anders enters the market. And of course, things only get worse.
He's already on his way out, deciding, very wisely he would say, to get the herbs another day to avoid the commotion, but it's already too late. Tables tip over, tents collapse, fists are flying, and Anders is right in the middle of it. The first knife coming at his throat forces him to react and then he just tries to keep people at a distance to get away.
Someone grabs his arm and Anders whips around to strike, but a familiar voice has him stop. "Anders, what are you doing here?" Varric looks over his shoulder and raises his crossbow. Whoever tried to attack Anders' back clearly has no interest in interacting with Bianca the crossbow and retreats. Somewhere on the other side of the brawl, Hawke and Aveline yell once, twice. Most people stop fighting at that and walk away from each other with the kind of dazed and embarrassed look that people often have when they leave the Hanged Man.
Just one antivan trader does not know that it's time to settle down, and runs towards Anders, holding a club in his raised hand. That's when Anders breaks his nose.
Shaking his hand out, Anders takes stock of the situation. Multiple people have minor wounds but he'd be damned if he risks discovery in the middle of Lowtown to help these troublemakers. His wrist hurts. He'll need to find a quiet corner to heal himself first, anyway.
"You keep holding back, mage, why?"
Fenris' gravely voice is much too loud.
"Shhss, will you keep it down?" he hisses at Fenris. Right on time, templars appear at the entrance of the market. Of course, the trouble is already over and they don't need to risk denting their armor.
"Why?" Fenris looks at him, confused. "You never hide that you're a mage and an abomination."
"Why don't you yell a bit louder?" Anders snarls. "The templars didn't quite hear you." He looks over to the templar, his helmet slowly turning as he takes in the market. "You may not notice it, but I do hide, especially when I'm alone." He glares one last time at the elf and then waves at Varric and walks towards an alley that offers an unseen path back to Darktown's elevator. Turning to a wall in the shadows, he sends some healing into his throbbing wrist and sighs when the pain recedes.
"Mage."
How he didn't hear Fenris' approach, is a mystery for another time.
"Oh, for crying out loud. Must you announce this to the world every time you see me, slave?" Anders lets the glow of his magic die down and continues to walk down the narrow alley.
"You think you can forbid me to speak?" Fenris snarls. "I have to listen to your whining and you think you can order me to be quiet, mage?" He glares at Anders, his markings flickering.
For the first time in a long while, Anders is truly afraid. He's used to bullies, to people wanting to feel important, people who know they have power over him. But that's not what he sees in Fenris' face. All he can see is pure hatred. Fenris doesn't look for something to gain. Fenris just hates him.
"Sorry," he breathes out and turns and runs as fast as he can. He ducks into tiny alleys, secret passages that saved his ass before, through cellars and warehouses, until he reaches the rickety ladders leading down to Darktown. It's not as comfortable as the elevators, but safer. Hopefully. Nobody ever checks the holding brackets on these things.
He waves at the carta dwarf standing watch in front of the clinic, one of the regulars, protecting the clinic and him. He isn't sure if he owes this to Varric or to one of the carta leaders he treats in the clinic. When the door falls closed behind him, he breathes a sigh of relief. But, even with the protection outside, he can't quite shake the feeling that the problem with Fenris will keep festering like a wound. If Fenris decides he has enough of the mouthy mage, he can easily alert the templars somewhere where no carta will protect him and be done with him.
The next time Hawke drags them out on a job, he makes sure to stay far away from Fenris. If he doesn't speak to the elf, he won't get angry, so Anders keeps his mouth shut as best as he can.
Isabela bumps his arm. "What's the matter with you, Sparklefinger?"
"Wow, haven't heard that name in a long time."
"Back when you were still fun." Isabela pouts at him, as if he personally insulted her.
"Sorry, Izzy, but we all get older." He hooks his arm under hers and pulls her close. "So far I didn't need to look for a second job, but if I take up Madame Luisine's offer one day, you'll be the first to know."
Isabela giggles and presses a kiss to Anders' cheek. "It'll be just like old times."
"Yeah..." A wave of sadness settles over his head. He had been more carefree, back then. Even though his life and freedom were in danger every day, his worries were somehow smaller than today.
"You worked in a brothel?" Fenris' deep voice pulls him out of his memories.
"Yes," Anders answers quickly. "There aren't many jobs for —" He stops himself and shuts his mouth hard. If he starts talking about how shitty his life was, it'll only make Fenris angry and he can't risk that. "It was just a job." He grabs his staff tighter and hurries his steps to catch up with Hawke at the front, asking her about the job. When he looks over his shoulder, Fenris frowns at him.
Great, he still made him angry.
Hawke keeps them busy for four more days, running around on some sort of investigation that at least doesn't result in many injuries. On the third day, Anders asks to stay at the clinic, pointing out that his patients need him. "It's not like you're running into anyone dangerous in this investigation."
Hawke looks at him for a bit and then nods. "You're right. I'll ask Merrill."
"If anything happens, you know where to find me." Anders watches them leave, catching Fenris frowning at him, and he breathes a sigh of relief when they're all gone. Two days of tip-toeing around the elf, keeping his mouth shut and never mentioning anything that could be interpreted as whining, has used up all of his mental reserves.
He sits down on his rickety chair, rolls his shoulders, and lays out the ingredients for fresh health potions. At least he can use the time for something useful. That mellows the tiny sliver of guilt he feels for not accompanying Hawke and their friends.
A sharp whistle from outside has him jump, his chair tipping over. It's a warning from his carta protector. He grabs his medical bag, throws in his books, the vials of royal elfroot extract that cost him a fortune, and the two health potions he already prepared. Already he hears the clanging of armor outside of the rickety door of the clinic and he dives into the darkest corner of his room, where a pile of debris seems to have fallen from the ceiling. He lifts the whole thing up with the hidden trapdoor underneath, jumps in and pulls it closed above his head, just as he hears the front door splinter.
Pressing his bag to his chest, he breathes in the scent of leather and elfroot. He hates the darkness and he hates small spaces, but he hates the templars and the Circle even more, so he has to endure the first to avoid the latter.
For what feels like hours, Anders listens to the templars trampling through the clinic, smashing everything in their way. Potions fall from broken shelves, vials breaking and liquid seeping into the floorboards. It smells of herbs and alcohol, which is an improvement to the stank of Darktown, but Anders' heart breaks when he thinks how long he had to scrape all the things together that now get destroyed in minutes.
It's been quiet for a while now, but Anders doesn't dare to move. Templars can be very patient. One could wait outside, waiting for Anders to come out. He holds the bag to his chest, breathing as quietly as he can. Justice makes a soothing sound in his head, not quite a song, more like a hum, and it makes sitting still in the darkness a little easier to endure.
After a long time, footsteps come closer, running, storming into the clinic. "Anders?"
Hawke. It's Hawke.
"Creators, they broke everything," Merrill says, sounding like she's close to tears.
"Mage?"
Fenris, of course. Maybe checking if someone else solved his problem?
Anders pushes the trapdoor open and climbs out, making sure to hide it again, before he shoves the tattered curtain aside. "I'm here, they didn't find me."
"Andraste be blessed," Hawke cries out and pulls him into a hug. Merrill comes up to them and joins the hug and Anders feels like a weight falls from his shoulders.
With a long breath, Anders opens his eyes again and untangles himself from Hawke's and Merrill's arms. His gaze falls on Fenris and the blood freezes in his veins. Fenris looks angry, downright furious.
Anders' thoughts stumble over themselves. Did the elf expect something different? Is he disappointed that Anders wasn't taken? Did he send the templars himself, knowing that Anders was alone in the clinic? Fenris catches his gaze, and whatever shows on his face, it causes Fenris to turn on his heels and leave the clinic.
"Where did Fenris go?" Hawke asks after a while, as they pick up the salvageable pieces from the floor, bandages that just need a wash, vials that aren't broken by some miracle.
"I don't know." Anders sets a table on three legs and fishes the broken one out of the rubble. He finds a few nails and some other broken pieces and fixes the table leg with some well-placed nails and hits with his hammer. "Maybe he's disappointed that the templars didn't catch me."
"How can you say that?" Hawke stares at him. "Fenris would never —"
"He wouldn't?" Anders lets out a bitter huff. "He yells out that I'm a mage, an abomination, at every opportunity. It's just a matter of time until a templar hears him."
Hawke shakes her head. "That's not..."
Anders whips around. "That's not what?"
"He's been hurt."
"Everyone hurts in some way." Anders sets the table down too hard, nearly breaking the leg again. "But only he makes sure to tell me all the time what a pest I am and how all mages should be locked up or tranquil."
"He doesn't mean that." Hawke steps closer, looking at Anders' hands. "You're shaking."
"I think it's been a bit much, what with the raid and," he gestures at the destruction all around, "all of this."
"You're sleeping in one of the guest rooms tonight, come on," Hawke says, resolutely taking his arm. "We'll finish this tomorrow."
After a pleasant meal and some conversation that mentions neither templars nor Fenris, Anders lies in the luxurious bed in Hawke's mansion, staring at the painted ceiling. He can't sleep. His thoughts jump around, returning again and again to the way Fenris looked at him.
The elf clearly despises him. Even if he didn't tip off the templars this time, he could do it any time he likes. That threat will always hang over him. He has to do something about that. Placate Fenris somehow.
With a sigh, Anders sits up and puts on his trousers and shoes. Stepping quietly on the carpet, he can hear Hawke talk with Merrill in the library. He slips out with no one noticing him and stomps over to the dark, rotting mansion that Fenris occupies. He knocks on the door, and after waiting a while, opens it and steps inside.
"Fenris?"
"What do you want?" The voice comes from the hall in the centre of the house.
Anders walks in, stepping over the usual assortment of magically preserved corpses and mushrooms to reach the fireplace. Fenris sits in a stuffed chair in front of the fire, a half empty wine bottle in his hand, and glares at him. "What do you want, mage?"
"No, what do you want?" Anders tries to keep his voice hard and firm, despite his hands shaking behind his back. "I don't know if you sent the templars after the clinic today, but even if you didn't, you made it clear that you could any time."
Fenris jumps up. "Get out!"
"No." Anders widens his stance and crosses his arms over his chest. "Just tell me. You wanted to make me weary and anxious? Congratulations, you were successful. Now, just tell me what you want."
His heart beats too fast and he can't stop his hands from shaking, despite shoving them under his arms. Fenris just stares at him. Running out of options, Anders falls to his knees. "I don't have money, you know that, so please, tell me what I have to do. Do you want me to serve you on my knees? Clean your house? Suck your cock? Just tell me."
Fenris' eyes go wider with every word and he stumbles backwards, nearly tripping over the stuffed chair. "Don't say that, don't... why?"
"Why what?" Anders holds out his hands, ignoring the tears that drip from his eyes for some stupid reason. "Just tell me what you want. I can't live like this, wondering when you're gonna —"
"I would never!" Fenris' voice rattles the windows. "You think me this... this vicious? That I'm such a monster?"
"The monster is me, according to you." Anders stands up, slowly, wincing when his knee protests.
Fenris looks at his knee. "Why don't you heal your knee?"
Anders dismisses the question with a wave of his hand. "It's an old injury, a templar lesson." He sighs, looking up at the dirty skylight in the ceiling. "At any other time, I would just leave the city, but I can't, so please, just tell me —"
"I don't want anything from you."
"Great." Anders throws his hands up. "So I just have to wait for the day when a templar overhears you calling me mage or abomination and just like that you'll be rid of me. That's just great for my non-existent sleep patterns." His eyes fall on a table at the wall and he walks over, offering his last trump.
Shoving his pants down, he leans over the table and throws his coat over his back. "Here, you can fuck my ass. Fuck a mage, as hard as you can, wouldn't that be —" He grunts as Fenris presses against him, leaning over his back. His armor digs into his back and Anders shoves down all the dark memories that want to rise.
He can endure, he's done it before. It's just a little harder to breathe.
"No." Fenris breathes down his neck and then his weight leaves his back.
The air feels cold on his face, brushing over tears. He doesn't know when he started crying. Putting his clothes right, he glances at Fenris. "I know you hate me, but this is just cruel."
"I don't hate you." Fenris' voice is nearly too quiet.
"What?"
Fenris' head snaps around and he yells, "I don't hate you! I fear you, I fear your power."
"What power?" Anders yells back. "You have power. I couldn't even poke you before I would look at my own heart in your hand." Anders hits his fist against his chest. "Tell me, what power do I have? The power to have my emotions burned out of my skull if you keep yelling 'mage' under the templar's noses?"
Fenris stares at him with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware."
Anders feels like someone punched the air out of his stomach. "How could you not be aware? You saw the mages and the tranquil at the Gallows, you told me yourself that all mages should be made tranquil."
"I said that I know some mages who should be tranquil, in Tevinter."
Anders sets his hand on the table, letting it take some of his weight. He's so tired. "What difference does that make?"
"I didn't mean you."
"Why not? I'm a mage, just like them."
Fenris shakes his head. "You are nothing like them."
"Lucky me." Anders' legs suddenly feel like lead and he leans against the wall and slides down until he sits on the floor. The stress of the day catches up with him and the healer part of himself notes the cold sweat at the back of his neck and his shaking hands as signs of exhaustion. "I'm too tired for this. I'll do anything, whatever you want. Just say what you think and maybe we —"
"I think that you're kind and passionate." Fenris crouches down in front of him and looks him in the eyes. "I think that you respect life and people. I think you care too much sometimes. You care about your friends, your patients, helping them at the expense of your own health."
Anders stares at Fenris, all coherent thoughts having left his mind.
"If you ask me what I want — I want to look at you without fear." Fenris lowers his eyes, watching his hands as they wring each other. "I want to be able to trust you. I want to talk to you and not hear a magister, waiting for an opening to hurt me."
"Fenris," Anders says softly, putting his hand on Fenris'. "What can I do?"
Fenris turns his hands up, pressing his palm against Anders'. "I don't know. This is all new to me."
Anders wraps his fingers around Fenris' hand, stroking with his thumb over a line of lyrium on the back of Fenris' hand. "Maybe all we need is time?"
"Yes, maybe." Fenris lets out a breath and looks at Anders. "I will not call you abomination again, if you don't call me slave."
Anders flinches. "I did that, didn't I? I'm such an ass sometimes. I promise, I won't call you slave again."
"And I will keep my mouth shut about your mageness around templars."
"Thank you." Anders lets Fenris' hand slip out of his grasp and gets up, using the table as support. He looks at it, at the scratched, but clean surface and the sturdy legs. "Do you have chairs? Two of them?"
Fenris frowns as he gets up. "Yes?"
"Would you like to have dinner tomorrow night? I can make soup if I can use your kitchen."
Fenris looks from the table to Anders and back. "Here? Dinner? With me?"
Anders shrugs. "My table is broken."
A smile pulls at the corners of Fenris' mouth. "Yes. Yes, I would like that."
"Good." Anders feels strangely light, excitement curling in his stomach. "Then I'll see you tomorrow after the seventh bell."
"Yes." Fenris looks at him, his hands twitching as if he doesn't know what to do with them.
"I better get back to the mansion now, before Hawke sends out a search party." Anders walks towards the door. He turns once more, raising his hand in an awkward wave. "Good night, see you tomorrow."
Fenris raises his hand slowly, looking at him with a strange frown. "See you tomorrow."
Smiling once more at the elf, Anders walks out, a swing in his steps and butterflies dancing in his stomach. He shakes his head at himself. It's like he's a bloody teenager again.
#dadrunkwriting#Fenris#Anders#Fenris x Anders#dragon age#fenders#fenders fic#dragon age fanfiction#my writing
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[ TYSON DOBBS. 30. MALE. HE/HIM ] is here! They’ve lived in L.A. for [ 16 YEARS ] and are originally from [ CORPUS CHRISTI, TEXAS ]. They are a [ BOXER & EMPLOYEE AT TRADER JOE’S ] and in their downtime love [ SCARFING SPICY CHICKEN SANDWICHES FROM HOWLIN RAY’S ] and [ SMOKING WEED BY THE OASIS POOL ]. They look a lot like [ MACHINE GUN KELLY / COLSON BAKER ] and live [ IN OASIS APTS TBD ].
current amateur boxer, formerly a pro skater who peaked at 24. his career dwindled and hit a wall at 28 due to smoking, partying too much, fame getting to his head, the usual etc.
BACKSTORY
born in Corpus Christi, Texas (illiteracy capital of the U.S. and very fitting for this man)
d.o.b. November 18 (has a scorpio stellium, is basically Scorpio Man)
born in michigan while his dad’s band was on tour but raised all over. ohio on his dad’s side, texas from his mom’s side, 100% certified dennis the menace.
his dad was in an 80′s glam metal band called Whipplash. they were mega famous once, but faded when 90′s grunge took over.
his dad couldn’t take it and hit the bottle. died of alcohol intoxication when tyson was 8. shit went downhill after that.
life w/his mom and stepdad was chaotic so he ran off to california at 14.
was homeless for a while and took shady jobs to get by.
became “adopted” by a boy named dom and his mom and lived from then on in a neighborhood in crenshaw.
had a bit of a problem with crack for a while, but his friends got him back on track.
he got noticed by a local skate company, eventually becoming an accomplished vert skater and sponsored by the big leagues.
fast forward to 21, he’s winning world championships, the summer X Games, you name it. fans nickname him Tyson Hawk for his height and resemblance to the OG.
when he was 21 he got his girlfriend pregnant but they lost the baby in a late term miscarriage. had a series of serious relationships since then but none of them were that great.
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headcanons:
covered in tattoos, half of them skate themed (including a large “skate or die” on his arm) and the other half comic book themed. one of his favorites is all 4 of the dark judges from judge dredd on his back. also has The Scream by edvard munch on his back because he finds it relatable.
used to live in Silverlake for 2 years. the neighborhood was too hipstery for his liking, but he made friends with a lot of good people and he wouldn’t take it back.
has never read a book in his life, ever. is proud of that fact.
except for comic books, which he’s read a bunch of.
says he’d be a comic book artist if he wasn’t so lazy and his drawings didn’t suck. used to draw decent but has since forgot.
politically: libertarian. problematic pro-gun shitlord, but he doesn’t think 2 much abt it. honestly more of an anarchist really.
wake bake skate by fidlar might as well be his theme song
relationship w/alcohol and drugs: friendly
420 all day
will sell a friend to satan for 1 (one) hot wing.
used to be active on instagram and tiktok posting skate content and jackass type pranks, but now it’s mostly personal shit.
his culinary peak is kraft mac & cheese (and he’s fucked that up before)
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fav movies: half baked, blade, boyz n the hood, step brothers
tv show: the boondocks, the wire, baywatch while stoned so he can look at pam’s tits
music genre: 90s hip hop, rap, rnb, etc
comics: judge dredd, sinister dexter, nemesis, too many to list
CURRENTLY
training to be a professional boxer with eddie. has 3 amateur wins under his belt.
works at trader joe’s in Silverlake.
in his main verse, he’s married to Sasha Smith ( @imaginarybabies ). it’s all very recent, but they say they’ve been together for 2 years because they count from the day they met (4th of july 2020)
important NPCs:
Angela Meyer (mom)
Johnny Dobbs (dad, deceased)
Cliff Meyer (stepdad)
Mason and Audrey (younger half siblings)
Eddie (boxing coach)
Ray (former skate coach)
Gus (Trader Joe’s boss)
Dom, Marlon, Joe, Mikey, Alejandra (The Squad)
elsewhere:
SL | niles | niles take 2 | inspo blog | twin brother (au)
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First Impression: Black Summoner
TL;DR More like “blech” Summoner. I have nothing nice to say here: the story is both badly written and offensive, although this episode only hints at the most troubling aspects.
Kelvin reincarnates from our world into a fantasy world, and learns his past self gave up his memories for OP skillz. Guided by the disembodied voice of a floating menu screen (actually the goddess Melfina, whom Kelvin apparently propositioned during his reincarnation sequence), Kelvin visits town and registers as an adventurer at the guild. Taking a bog-standard slime slaying quest, Kelvin defeats his first enemies and makes his first summoning contract with a slime he names Clotho. Later, Kelvin witnesses a slave trader hawking his “wares,” and seems especially interested in a beautiful elf girl on sale.
Uh, generic isekai power fantasy much? To complement the OP wish-fulfillment, this story builds up the worst kind of harem, where beautiful women inexplicably throw themselves into the bed of a strength-obsessed cad. The setting is bland, the humor falls flat, and you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a cliche or six. Now, with spoilers from the light novel, let’s talk about how problematic the protagonist is: Kelvin is a reckless battle junkie who constantly provokes needless fights or handicaps himself against dangerous opponents (thereby putting others at risk) just to get his jollies. He also has no scruples over becoming the type of slaveholder who sleeps with his slaves (which, due to the power disparity, is definitively rape as far as I’m concerned). I’m actually wondering if the show will age up the elf girl, because on top of being a slave, she’s actually underage when Kelvin starts sleeping with her in the novels (he really is that revolting). The Naofumi x Raphtalia relationship in Shield Hero is unimpeachably wholesome compared to how Kelvin behaves. I wrote this first impression so you won’t waste twenty-odd minutes watching this show. You’re welcome.
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Black Summoner is streaming on Crunchyroll, though I can’t imagine why you’d want to watch it.
#Anime#First Impressions#Black Summoner#Kuro no Shoukanshi#Summer Anime 2022#Articles#Author: Jeskai Angel
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stubborn love part 10
warnings: fluff
pairing: Ellie Williams x reader
“Ellie..” you sighed, rolling your eyes “I can take care of myself, it’s just a concussion.” you mumbled as she was pushing you down on the bed to lay down.
“yeah that means you need to rest.” she said, putting a blanket over you.
The doctor allowed you to go home after two days in the infirmary and Ellie was watching you like a hawk now, she even asked Maria if she could switch patrol for guard duty so she would still be in Jackson in case you needed anything but the older woman gave her the week off instead, telling her to rest after what happened with Alicia.
Alicia was dead and you had yet to process everything that happened, it was horrible to think but you were glad that she was gone now, she almost killed Ellie and it made you feel so guilty, it was your fault. If you wouldn't have befriended her, she wouldn't have become obsessed with you and she wouldn't have tried killing Ellie.
But then again, she was crazy, so who knows what she would've done, maybe she’d be obsessed with you even if you never befriended her.
“you know I could've gone home.” you told her.
“this is your home.” she shrugged “I mean you're always here, what’s the point in going to your house when you’re gonna come back two hours later again.” she chuckled.
You thought about it, she was right about that, even before you started dating, you were always hanging out at her place and even slept over a lot.
“that’s true.” you smiled at her.
Ellie smiled at you, sitting down next to you, she put a hand on your cheek, stroking your skin with her thumb. “I was so worried about you.” she mumbled, a sad expression appeared on her face.
You grabbed her hand and squeezed it, “I was worried about you as well.. when I came in and saw her almost killing you..” you trailed off, blinking the tears away that started welling up in your eyes. “I would've never forgiven myself if you died.”
Ellie started shaking her head at you, she knew you would be blaming yourself but this wasn't on you. “no y/n, it’s not your fault, none of this was your fault.” she told you.
“but-
“listen, it’s my fault too, we could've been together a long time ago before you met her.” she interrupted you “I was stupid for not confessing my feelings for you earlier. I always loved you y/n, I have been in love with you since the first time we met.” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Your heart started racing and you felt a warm sensation running through your body. No matter how many times she would tell you how much she loved you, it would always feel like it’s the first time.
“I-I read your letter.” she whispered.
You furrowed your brows, not understanding what she was talking about.
“the one where you confessed your feelings.”
Realization dawned on you, that letter.
"oh, well it was about time you read that.” you chuckled “but you already know all of this.”
“how long has it been here?” she asked, curiously.
“I wrote it like two weeks before that day at the bar.” you told her, thinking back to how sick you were feeling of seeing her with other girls, back then you knew your friendship wasn't the same anymore and you would eventually leave but you didn't want to end your friendship without an explanation so you wrote her this letter. “I needed you to know, before I’d leave.” you said, looking down.
“leave?” Ellie asked, confused.
“yeah.. I thought about becoming a trader, like my brother, I thought you didn’t like me that way Ellie.. I couldn't keep watching you being with others, if I left, I wouldn't have to see you with them anymore and I could have focused on myself and distract myself I guess.” you said, looking up at her you noticed how sad she looked, sad to know that you were planning to leave because of her, she wouldn't know what she would've done if she found out that you suddenly left.
“b-but y-you’re not leaving anymore right?” she asked, nervously.
“no of course not. that thought flew out of the window the second you confessed your love to me.” you told her, wiping a tear away that ran down her cheek. “even when I was mad.” you chuckled.
She sighed in relief and grabbed your hand tightly. “I am so sorry for everything, I know I can’t take it back. If I could, I would but I can’t.” she said, a guilty expression on her face.
“it’s okay Ellie, we talked about this already.” you smiled at her “you know, both of us were idiots, I could've confessed my love to you as well along time ago.” you shrugged.
“yeah.. two idiots indeed.” Ellie chuckled, shaking her head.
She leaned in and pressed a short kiss on your lips before she pulled away and got up to grab her journal, that was laying on her dresser.
Handing it to you, you looked at it with furrowed brows before looking up at her.
“you can read it.” she said, smiling at you nervously “this whole journal is about you, my feelings and thoughts about you, I want you to know, what I’ve been feeling for you since the day we met.”
“E-ellie I..
“please just read it.” she whispered, putting the journal in your hands.
You looked at her pleading eyes, she desperately wanted you to know that everything she said about her feelings for you were true, you believed her, so there was no need for you to read it, even though you were curious but still, it was hers, her thoughts that she wrote down because she didn't want to talk about them but you couldn't say no to her not when she wanted you to read it so bad.
“okay.. I’ll read it.”
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Tommy came back with new people today, one of them was a girl, I think she's around my age and she’s the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen in my life. I hope that I can befriend her, she seemed really nice. her name is y/n.
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y/n and I went on our first patrol today, all alone! She killed three infected as if it was nothin... I knew she was out there for a long time but I didn't expect her to be this strong. It doesn't help me with my crush though, if anything then it made me crush on her even more. She’s just so amazing and beautiful and I wanna kiss her all the damn time, if she could just feel the same.
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y/n brought me back some comic books from patrol today! I almost kissed her because of that, she thinks about me on patrols! I wish I could just ask her out but she probably doesn't like me like that...
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y/n slept over today again, she was sleeping in my arms and she looked so fucking adorable, she looked like an angel in my arms. The way she hugged me, made my heart race. We ended up cuddling and it felt so special, she’s so special.
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I made a mistake, I hooked up with this girl, I don't even know her name... anyways.. it didn't mean anything, I didn't even feel anything, I couldn't even kiss her and when we started to take each other’s clothes off I had to imagine y/n.. I don't even know why I hooked up with her but I saw y/n talking to a guy and he was flirting with her and I got jealous. I never thought about there being a possibility that she might be straight. I’m so stupid did I fall in love with a girl who doesn't even like girls?
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I keep trying to find other girls because I know she will never love me but how can I do that when I can’t even kiss them? No one is gonna believe that but I never kissed any of them. They aren't her.
I love her so much and I love her more every day. It hurts to see her every day knowing I can’t tell her this, knowing I can’t touch her or feel her lips against mine. I would do anything just to have her in my arms. I am so in love with her and she doesn't even know it.
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I think I'm going to tell her today.. tonight at the bar. I will tell her.
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She left. With Alicia of all people, I hate that bitch. She’s been after y/n since she came here and now she has her.. god I'm so stupid.. why did I kiss dina? this stupid plan to make her jealous just ruined everything. I hate myself right now.
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I’m going to fight for her, no matter what. I know that she loves me and I won’t give up on her, on us. I ruined it and I wish I never did any of those things but I can’t take it back. I never thought she could feel the same way but now that I know.. I will make it up to her. I could never let her go just like that. I love her too much, I could never live without her.
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You closed the journal, you didn't read all of it, you still wanted to give her some privacy.
You noticed that she drew a lot of pictures of you and had some polaroids glued on some sides.
You knew she loved you, she told you this everyday but knowing that most of her journal was about you made you feel even more loved.
You wiped a tear away and looked at her, she was sitting across from you on the bed and watched your reactions closely.
“Ellie..” you whispered, putting the journal aside you leaned towards her and pulled her into a tight hug, she immediately hugged you back. “I love you so much, I’m sorry we haven't realized that we’re in love with each other earlier.”
“We have each other now and that’s all that matters. I love you.” she said, pulling away, she grabbed your face and pressed her lips against yours.
You put your arms around her and kissed her back, pouring every emotion into the kiss, she put her hands on your waist and pulled you on top of her lap, her hand disappeared under your shirt, caressing your skin, you sighed into the kiss.
Just when she was about to pull your shirt off, there was a knock on the door. Pulling away from each other, Ellie sighed in annoyance.
You got off her lap and laughed at her facial expression as she got off the bed and walked over to open the door.
“oh.. hi.”
“hey kiddo.” you heard Joel say.
“come in.” she told him, as she stepped aside.
He walked in eyes falling on you, a smile appeared on his face “hey kid, you feelin’ better again?” he asked.
“yeah, finally.” you said, smiling at him.
“well I just wanted to see if you’re alright and invite you two over for dinner tomorrow.” he said, looking between you and Ellie.
A smile appeared on your face, “we’d love that.” you said, noticing Ellie blushing in the back. Joel saw you two together all the time but not really as a couple so she was feeling a little shy.
He turned around to look at Ellie, noticing the blush on her cheeks, “you good kiddo?” he asked, smiling at her slightly.
“..yeah.” she chuckled nervously.
“alright.” he laughed, looking back at you “you rest well kid and I'll see you both tomorrow.” he said, walking towards Ellie he ruffled her hair, laughing at her when she let out a groan at his action before leaving.
You smiled at Ellie, “what’s up with the red face?” you teased her, laughing when she rolled her eyes.
She walked over to you and sat down in front of you, taking your hand in her’s.
“Joel will tease me for the rest of my life about you y’know?”
You chuckled “yeah he mentioned something about you never shutting up about me and a few other things.” you teased.
She raised her brows, shaking her head she chuckled “who knew Joel would gossip about me..”
“he lives in Jackson.. everyone loves to gossip here.” you laughed.
“yeah..” Ellie mumbled. “hey.. wanna continue what we started?” she wiggled her brows, smirking at you.
You snorted at her facial expression, before nodding your head, pulling her in for another kiss, she pulled you tightly against her before pushing you down on the bed.
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one year later
“hey no.. stay like that..” Ellie told you “perfect.”
You laughed, as you watched her, her eyebrows were pulled together in concentration, she bit down on her lip as she was focusing on getting the drawing right. Her guitar was laying on the grass next to her.
You both had the day off and decided to spend the slightly warm fall day by the lake you found a long time ago. You were sitting in front of the water, you brought your polaroid camera and took some pictures of Ellie and now she was drawing you like she did after the first time you were here.
You and Ellie have been together for a little over a year now and you were never happier than right at this moment, having her with you was all that mattered to you and she felt the same way about you. You knew you’d be happy as long as you had each other.
There was never a day where you were without each other, you couldn't. You had to be together at all times and you never got sick of each other.
The love that you had for one another was rare and it just grew stronger each day, you were convinced that that you have met in a different life before this one, you shared a bond like no one else did, you belonged together and you were sure that you'll find each other in another life again. You were soulmates.
“okay done.” she said, looking at the drawing in her journal, smiling at it.
“can I see?” you asked excitedly, moving over towards where she was sitting.
“if you give me a kiss.” she smiled at you.
“such a sap..” you laughed before pecking her lips softly, smiling at her when she gave you her journal.
You looked down at it in awe, “that’s so pretty Ellie.”
“well that’s you so of course it’s pretty.” she whispered, kissing your cheek.
You looked at her, smiling before you leaned in to kiss her, she grabbed your neck and pulled you in closer, kissing you back before she pulled away slightly “wait.. close your eyes.” she whispered against your lips.
You furrowed your brows, noticing the nervous expression on her face, pecking her lips once more you did as she told and closed your eyes.
“okay..” she whispered.
You heard some shuffling, you figured she was searching for something in her backpack before it got quiet again.
She took the journal from your hands and laid it down before she took your hand in her’s and put something in your palm before closing your hand.
You felt something cold touching your palm, your heart started racing when you realized what it was.
“okay..open your eyes.” she whispered, nervously.
You opened your eyes and looked at her before opening your hand, looking down, your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes widened before they started tearing up.
“Ellie..” you gasped as you stared at the beautiful ring in your palms, you couldn't even form a full sentence right now.
You looked up at her, she had a nervous smile on her face, “y/n, I love you so much, I have always loved you and I love you more each day. You are my light in this dark world and I couldn’t imagine spending a day without you ever and I know this probably has no meaning in this world but to me it does so.. will you marry me y/n?” she was shaking, nervous about your reaction but she was also excited.
“yes. yes! oh my god Ellie.” you exclaimed with wide eyes before you pulled her into a tight hug.
She sighed in relief and hugged you back, tears welling up in her eyes. “I love you Ellie.” you whispered, pressing a kiss on her neck.
“I love you too y/n.” she said, smiling.
You pulled away and kissed her lips.
She grinned at you before taking the ring, looking at you she noticed how happy you looked. She felt so dumb for fearing that you would say no, you loved her so much, you would have never said no.
Joel helped her look for the perfect ring and he encouraged her to propose to you when she was too nervous about it, nervous that you would say no but he assured her that you loved her so much, you would never say no to her and he was right.
Her heart was racing in excitement as she took your hand in her’s and slid the ring on your finger, she couldn't help but smile even harder. She was so happy, the feeling you gave her was out of this world.
Seeing you with the shiny ring on your finger made her so emotional, this was all she ever wanted, having you by her side, forever.
You stared down at the ring, smiling through happy tears you looked at Ellie, who seemed just as excited as you were, if not even more.
She grabbed your face and smashed her lips against yours, you smiled into the kiss, pressing yourself against her, you poured all your love for her into the kiss, leaving her breathless you pulled away from each other after a while, she leaned her forehead against yours. “forever right?” she whispered against your lips.
“forever.” you whispered before pulling her in for another kiss.
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Jackson’s Favorite Trader // An Ellie Williams imagine
Request: Since you said you wanted more ellie requests I thought I send one in so how about a Reader x ellie where R is like the one every girl likes and they're really cool and confident and ellie is just head over heels for them it's cute and fluffy
Warnings: none, just fluff and some angst if you squint hard enough
Saying you were tired was an understatement. Your eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each, taking a single step felt like running a marathon, and your shoulders felt like they had the literal weight of the world on them. Even though you were exhausted you still put on a happy face for everyone.
The trading trip hadn’t gone as planned, resulting in you coming back nearly empty handed and fully experienced in being caught in a life or death situation. The freezing cold temperatures and seemingly endless amount of snowfall didn’t help either. You replayed the trip in your head, wondering what Tommy and Maria would say about the lack of supplies.
“Y/n is back!” A high pitched voice called out the second you walked out of the stables, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up from the snow covered ground to see a small group of children sprinting towards you. You instantly smiled when you saw the kids running towards you, knowing exactly what they wanted.
“Did you get us any candy?” A little redhead girl asked while excitedly jumping up and down.
“Yeah, did you get us any candy, y/n?” A smaller boy with green eyes asked while tugging on your jacket.
“What about crayons?” A little blonde girl asked and tugged at your jeans.
“No candy or crayons, kiddos. But I did manage to get you these.” You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out three small wooden race cars. The kid’s eyes all widened as you held the cars out for them to take. They each grabbed one and smiled as if they had just received a puppy.
“Thanks, y/n! You’re the best!” The little boy threw his arms around your legs before quickly running back towards town. The little girls also gave you a quick ‘thanks’ before following the little boy. You felt a warm feeling form in your chest as you watched them run away. There was something about seeing people smile in the terrible world that made you happy.
You continued your journey to Main Street, practically following the kid’s footprints. As you rounded the corner of the tailor’s shop, an oh so familiar voice called out for you.
“Y/n!” You quickly turned your head towards the sound of the voice to see Jesse making a beeline towards you. His smile was bigger than all of the kid’s smiles combined.
“Well, well, well. Look who decided to come back to Jackson. The whole town thought you abandoned us for Rockwell.” Your best friend pulled you into a hug and lifted you off the ground for a moment. You would never admit it, since it would only grow Jesse’s ego, but you actually really missed him.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily. I would have been back sooner, but things went a little haywire once I crossed the river outside Charlottesville.” You pulled away from the hug and immediately noticed Jesse’s furrowed eyebrows.
“What happened?” You looked away from your friend’s eyes and nervously bit your lip. You really didn’t want to relive that part of the trip, but you knew Jesse would pry if you didn’t.
“A horde came through and I had to hide in an abandoned hunter’s cabin until it passed. It took two days I think.” Jesse’s face fell before he let out a sigh.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that alone, y/n. I should have gone with you.” Your best friend dropped his head, obviously frustrated that he didn’t go with you on the trip. Not wanting him to feel bad, you placed a supportive hand on Jesse’s shoulder.
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I came back in one piece, didn’t I?” Jesse raised his head, his sad expression was replaced with a slight smile.
“Yeah, you did.” You allowed your hand to drop back to your side as Jesse’s smile grew a little more.
“Then there’s nothing to feel bad about, Jesse. If anything, discovering the horde is a good thing. I’ll tell Tommy about it and he can warn the patrols to stay away from that part of the river.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But I’m definitely tagging along next time, okay?”
“We’ll see about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find Tommy.”
“No, I’ll find Tommy and tell him. It’s the least I can do.” You opened your mouth to protest, but allowed your lips to press together again. Normally you would protest and insist on telling Tommy yourself, but you were growing more exhausted by the minute.
“Okay. Remember, it traveled-”
“On the other side of the river outside Charlotteville. I got it, y/n. Now, go home and get some sleep.” Jesse playfully slapped your shoulder, effectively bringing smiles to both your faces.
“Thanks, Jesse. I appreciate it.” You waved goodbye to your friend and spun around on her heels to continue the journey home.
You only made it a few steps down the Main Street before people started noticing your return home. Constant strings of “Y/n is back!”, “look who it is!”, and “welcome home!” rang out as you made your way home. Of course, you gave every passer by a smile and wave to let them know you appreciated their warm welcome home.
By the time you reached your shared home, technically garage, you were running on fumes, your whole body feeling ready to give out. The moment you stepped through the door you took your coat off and kicked your boots off, fully prepared to climb into bed.
“You’re back.” An almost shocked voice said from the other side of the room. Your head shot up from your feet to see your girlfriend standing in the kitchen area, fully dressed in her usual patrol clothes. The sight brought a smile to your face.
“Yeah, I am.” You barely got the words out before Ellie strutted to you and threw her arms around your shoulders.
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, y/n. I thought something bad happened.” Ellie pulled away just enough to cup your face, her thumbs running over your cheek bones.
“I’m sorry. I got caught up with...some stuff.” Ellie’s face fell at your words. She knew whenever you were “caught up” with something it wasn’t good.
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay. I was really fucking worried.”
“I know and I’m sorry, babe.” You tightened your hold around her waist, effectively pulling Ellie flush against you. You two stood in silence for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of being back in each other’s arms. The peaceful silence was inevitably broken by a deep yawn that slipped out of you.
“Someone sounds tired.” Ellie said with a small laugh. She pulled away, making you instantly miss her touch and warmth.
“Yeah, I’m just a little tired though. I did only travel from one side of the county to the other and back. No biggie.” You shrugged your shoulders and watched as your girlfriend rolled her eyes at you.
“Okay, smart ass. Go change and lay down.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
You quickly placed a soft kiss on your girlfriend’s cheek before making your way over to the dresser. With little care, you picked out a fresh pair of clothes and quickly discarded your cold wet ones. As you changed you looked over your shoulder, wondering if Ellie was watching you. Usually after you returned from a long trade, Ellie would watch you like a hawk. Sure enough, she was watching you, but from the comfort of the bed.
“What are you doing?” You asked as you slipped an oversized shirt over your head. Ellie watched contently as you slid on an old pair of sweatpants.
“Waiting for you to get in bed, duh.”
“Don’t you have patrol this morning?” You asked before climbing into bed and facing your girlfriend.
“I do, but I can be late.” Ellie draped an arm over your side and pulled you closer to her. You raised your eyebrows with a questioning look.
“Can you now?”
“I think Maria will understand this time.”
“If you say so. Just don’t blame me when she lectures you about responsibility.” You chuckled as your eyes threatened to flutter shut.
“I won’t. Now, get some sleep.”
You didn’t respond, instead you nuzzled your face in Ellie’s neck. Before you fell into a very much needed deep sleep, you felt Ellie hold you a little tighter and place a soft kiss on your head.
“I love you.” She whispered, unintentionally keeping you awake for a few moments.
“Love you too, El.” You mumbled before finally succumbing to exhaustion. While you slept peacefully all Ellie could think about was how relieved she was that you were finally home, in the safety of her arms.
#ellie williams#Ellie Williams x reader#Ellie Williams x female reader#Ellie Williams x male reader#Ellie Williams imagine#the last of us#the last of us part 2#the last of us part ii icons#the last of us imagine#the last of us part 2 imagine#the last of us part ii imagine
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Character Profile ❅ Astor Caulfield
But the AU one. Also yes, I just took a bunch of pics in one set, shhh, am lazy atm.
BASICS ---
Name: Astor Monroe Caulfield
Age: 28 years (By approximately Heavensward)
Nameday: 17th sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon
Race: Midlander Hyur
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Martial Status: Single, though still mourning
OC Tags: ch: astor caulfield, vs: dragonsong (the first being his overall character tag, the second being specifically for our lovingly dubbed heretic au x,D, which this sheet is for!)
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ---
Hair: Dark brown, usually pulled back into a single, neat braid, though occasionally simply done up in a ponytail. When free, full length hangs roughly about his mid-shoulders down his back. He somehow manages to keep it relatively neat, despite the relatively frequent travel - part of why it’s usually tied up.
Eyes: A pale crystal blue, almost gray if you catch him in the right (or wrong) lighting.
Height: 5 fulms, 10 ilms.
Build: Average, with broad shoulders.
Distinguishing Marks: Little physically that isn’t covered by general physical descriptions. The stark contrast of his dark hair and pale eyes is usually enough to stick to people, if they’re trying, and the way his hair is always braided back.
Common Accessories: Generally carries a full deck of arcanima, regardless of current job. Generally wears a relatively simple band with a small design of blue gems set into it resembling ice or crystal. A simple leather necklace with an aged, once silver (at least in color, if not partially in material) charm usually worn freely over robes and other clothing - an inheritance from his mother.
PERSONAL ---
Profession: Scion of the Seventh Dawn, he supposes, if you’d want to be technical. Generally speaking, just an adventuring companion to the Warrior of Light. Previously, a high-ranking member of Iceheart’s band, and something of an unofficial keeper of their knowledge.
Main Job: Astrologian and, later, Summoner, learned in the course of helping the Scions and Warriors of Light combat the persistent primal threat.
Hobbies: Gardening, a light and quiet enthusiast for drawing (he keeps a small journal of sketches of various landmarks and such from his adventures that he also keeps little scribbles of notes in, don’t perceive him, especially if he didn’t tell you). Let him hear of animals in need of rescue or adoption at your own risk because he’ll probably at least really consider taking them on himself. Occasionally indulges in a little fortune telling with his deck. Not that he’d admit it. And not that he’d do it for just anyone. Usually for his own peace (or opposite) of mind.
Languages: Possessed of the Echo, but native to the Eorzean Common Tongue, both spoken and written.
Residence: He hasn’t really felt settled anywhere since he left Tailfeather and Anyx Trine behind, but likely has a small retreat of a residence either somewhere in Gridania or Revenant’s Toll, so as not to be too far from Scion operations when necessary.
Birthplace: Tailfeather, the Dravanian Forelands. A little north of it, technically. But it’s the closest town, and that’ll do.
Religion: Though not exactly practicing, had offered his beliefs to the Twelve, and selected patron in Nymeia, the Spinner, though adventures since would have made him question a fair bit of things.
Fears: Disinclined to be totally alone, abandoned. Wildfires. Being manipulated and used as a tool or weapon, particularly against the few he does cherish. Not being fast enough to save someone else he loves - and, worse, not being able to do a damn thing even if he was there.
RELATIONSHIPS ---
Spouse: Ysayle. No, he’s never quite recovered, even by Shadowbringers, though he has learned to live with it, to carry his grief and move forward, instead of being held back.
Children: None, currently. Though he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.
Parents: A father he didn’t know too well, lost to bandits on the roads when he was sixteen, and his mother, Gaia, lost when he was eighteen to illness.
Siblings: None
Other Relatives: None by blood, though the Scions are something of a found family, with time. He has also endeared himself to several of the dravanian residents of Anyx Trine, and got no small amount of delight in working with the younglings.
Pets: A hunting hawk named Zephira he nursed back to health from a broken wing.
TRAITS ---
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
HABITS ---
Smoking: Never
Drugs: Never
Alcohol: Occasionally, and only lightly. Usually socially.
ABOUT ---
Born and raised in the Dravanian Wilds to a humble hunter and trader and healer who had spent some time studying in New Sharlayan before she had left, Astor would see little of his father in his youth, though he’d know him to be a decent and loyal man. He was closest with his mother - almost insparable, they were just as much friends and as family. From her, he soaked up as much of her knowledge as she could share, eagerly taking after her in learning healing arts from conjury to the art of the astrologians. The young boy was particularly entranced with the art of drawing magic from the heavens and their representative cards. Together, him and his mother ran a small clinic from their home just north of Tailfeather, occasionally traveling into town to trade and work with the hunters there.
On one of his hunting and trading trips, his father was killed by bandits and thieves when he was sixteen, leaving just him and his mother with little closure on the who of the deed - not that it mattered. Knowing wouldn’t bring him home, and they still had lives to lead for themselves, and patients to tend to, so they carried on. Sadly, one might have said it was the first strike of tragedy, as his mother feel ill no more than two years later, and, despite his best efforts both physical and magical, her condition refused to improve until she passed shortly after his eighteenth nameday. Though the boy struggled to grieve the loss of his closest friend, he persisted their work in the clinic for two more years before the Calamity struck and changed everything as all had known it.
In the cold and snows that followed, Astor met Ysayle, and the pair of dreamers quickly grew close. Astor packed up to follow her where her dreams would lead them - into revolution, change for a better future, and an end to a war that had mired so many lives for far too long.
Over time, he became one of her most trusted comrades, filling a role akin to a second-in-command, often tending to their forces himself in the wake of skirmishes and conflict with Ishgardian forces and otherwise. When finally the Scions and the Warriors of Light entered the fray, it was with wariness and caution he met these would-be heroes. His trust would not be so easy to earn; he would not risk all they had worked for thus far - beloved, just hero of the realm or just some overzealous knights filled with lies and duty. Though, if Ysayle deemed them worthy of trust and cooperation... he would concede, for now. But he’d be keeping a very close eye on them.
Ysayle’s eventual death struck him hard and shook him to the core. He was quick to withdraw from their new would-be companions in his struggle to process the loss, though he ultimately agreed to see the battles through to the end - their vision, their dreams, could not end here. As Ishgard entered a period of reform and unrest in the wake of Thordan’s defeat and demise, Astor withdrew further to Anyx Trine, preferring to spend his time with the dragons - the better to perhaps find his own footing in the new unstable ground the nation tread upon.
Eventually, the mage would re-approach the Scions and Warriors of Light and ask, if they would permit it, something of a second try... He... had not exactly been warm with them before then, but... they had helped, when it wasn’t their fight, really... And Ysayle had believed in them. Trusted them. And this was all real... it was really happening... And he couldn’t stay.
He needed a new purpose, a new direction. One he could, perhaps, call more of his own. He would join them in their battles and adventures, if they would be amicable to it... For those they had lost. For those they could yet save.
#character profile#ffxiv ocs#ch: astor caulfield#vs: dragonsong#my ocs#posting this at middle of night o clock but here take it no editing we die like fools#that way it doesn't waste away in my drafts or brain or smth#he's actually a good boy brent he just has a lot of grief to work through#wants to be ur friend okay
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Under the Twilight Sky
Another one for @14daysdalovers, using the prompt Candlelight.
Pairing: Persephone Hawke x Knight-Captain Rylen
Summary: Western Approach, 9:42
Rylen surprises Persephone for a carefree night at Griffon Wing Keep.
Rating: Gen / Word count: 580
Also available on AO3
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The last of the sunset had begun to fade into twilight as the wick of the last candle caught. Rylen stepped back and surveyed his work in the warm candlelight that lit the tent and spilled out the open front to the keep beyond. Persephone was due back to the keep any moment, and it wouldn’t be a moment too soon. Keeping tonight a secret had been one of the harder things he’d had to do lately, even with Edgar stumbling across a new quillback den a couple weeks back.
A rumble vibrated through the stone, the familiar cranking of the gate as it went down for the night.
She was back.
Cerberus reached him before Persephone did, the black mabari skittered around the edge of the tent, nearly toppling the tent and with it the table—full of food and lit candles—in his haste to greet Rylen.
“At ease, boy!” he laughed, “It’s good to see you too.”
Cerberus gave him a wet kiss up the left side of his face, which Rylen was still wiping off when Persephone appeared.
“You know I adore Edgar, but if he makes me go phoenix hunting one more time—” she broke off abruptly as she caught sight of him. She side eyed the mabari. “You always act like you’re never going to see him again.”
A happy bark was all Cerberus gave her in response, and it made Rylen laugh. He stepped forward to slide one arm around her waist. “I’m glad at least someone missed me, a leannan.”
“Oh, stop it. You know I do.”
With the other hand, he cradled her cheek, tipping her head back to meet his gaze. He ghosted his thumb over her lips. “Mmm, yes, but Bear tells me he did.”
That earned him an eye roll. “It was only a few hours. Edgar had no idea where the blasted phoenix was.”
“Good.”
She frowned at him. “Good?”
“You weren’t to actually find one. I only wanted you out of the keep for a few hours.” Rylen stepped back so she could see inside the tent. It was makeshift, filled with the small table covered in food.
“But…” Her eyes darted around the food spread across the table. Willie’d been helping him sneak her favorites for weeks, buying them from the traders that passed through before she could. “Today’s not my birthday.”
A laugh slipped out before he could stop it. “I know.”
“Then...what is it for?”
“Do I need a reason?” He curled his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him again. “Maybe I just wanted to do something for the woman I love.”
“But—”
Rylen spun her around to silence whatever protest she might try this time. In her surprise, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and they went from spinning straight into dancing.
The music from the recreation tent hadn’t started up yet, but what did he care? Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight and a smile had transformed her face. For a moment, they were untroubled by all that hung over them. But even still, maybe this could be them someday when it was all said and done. Maybe then they could have thousands of dinners by candlelight and dance under the twilight sky without the world hanging over them.
Persephone laid her head against his chest and they swayed in time to their own music. The worries of tomorrow were for another time. For now, this was enough.
#14daysdalovers#persephone hawke#knight captain rylen#dragon age#hawke x knight captain rylen#hawke x rylen#my rarepair loves#tejaswrites
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Stolen - 14
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson &/x fem!gifted!reader
Content: Gambling, mentions of heavy drinking, boredom.
A/N: Survival mode: active. Clean up program “Vacation 1.0”: final scan.
14. Snake Eyes and Sissies
... Loki ...
A nudge of a finger, a tap by the thumb, is all that’s needed to turn [Y/N]’s steps to thread an invisible route down the street. Every step she takes sends a bump into his palm. Whenever she sidesteps to avoid colliding with someone (who receives a harsh glare from Loki afterwards), it tugs at his body and he knows that he follows as much as he leads. Across a catwalk and into a lower section of Knowhere until they reach the destination in the shape of a secluded workshop with the owner’s name as the only identifier. Finally, Loki dares let go and he’s pleased to see she keeps close even as he pushes the door open and they’re met with stale air carrying the scents of hot metal and smoke.
“No credits. Only trades.” The creaky voice calls out sharply from behind a heap of scrap on a table in order to be heard over the grind of sawing through metal.
Loki smirks. “Think you can match a Stealth Hawk, Ek’ir?”
The screeching of the tool stops abruptly and a few of the pieces in the pile shifts due to movement behind. “What’s condition?”
“It’s seen some years...got a few dings, too.” Despite the reputation of the Skrull’s fleet, he knows this will be a hard sell. “Nearly intact and with full manoeuvrability.”
A small figure appears at the top of the scrap heap, round eyes invisible behind the goggles and the skin colour indistinguishable due to layers of oil and dirt. Still, Loki knows how carefully the craftsman is at sizing anything (and anyone) up.
“Define...nearly.” Hopping down from the table, they pads towards the potential customers.
“Got no blasters,” the Asgardian reluctantly admits.
Nearly through the first round, Ek’ir stops circling [Y/N] to stare at the Jotun with open mouth. “Why the Flerken would you dismantle the blasters?!”
“It was that or lose the entire ship.”
Meanwhile, the human is trying to come to terms with the situation. Born on a primitive world, her wonder at space travel and the visit on Alfheim had been reasonable, however she is bordering on rude if she doesn’t stop staring at the short person.
“If, and I mean if, it’s in good shape...” The cogs are turning behind the goggles to evaluate the potential gains and losses. “I’ll have to inspect it.”
“Of course.”
“Got a good few counteroffers you can choose from, at the moment.”
Loki arches a brow. “Freedom of choice?”
“We’ll see...but the Reach stays off limit!”
Few things would be as satisfying as wiping the smirk off Ek’ir’s proud little face. A Reach. Maybe the shop owner doesn’t know who Loki really is, but the species has a natural affinity for knowing exactly what a customer wants the most making it rare for one of their kind to settle in this kind of trade.
“Fair enough,” the god shrugs, “would’ve been nice to break open my casket of Asgardian mead onboard an Asgardian ship, though.”
It’s silent enough to hear the rowdy main street several blocks away as the trader pushes the goggles up onto the forehead, revealing exquisite lashes bordering yellow, cat-like eyes with deceptively narrow pupils. Small feet carries their owner right in front of Loki as if Ek’ir could stare down the much taller god.
“You got mead?” Loki shrugs once more. “How...how’ve you gotten Asgardian booze?”
Wouldn’t you like to know? “How have you gotten a Reach?”
... Reader ...
You’ve given up figuring out what Loki and the little person is talking about, preferring instead the distraction of the mess surrounding you. It’s a crammed place, heaps of scrap metal and tools tucked under an inconveniently low ceiling – although the owner wouldn’t have an issue with it, you suppose. Trying not to stare at the short person, you begin a game of guessing which parts could go where on a spaceship. The mental images quickly become grotesquely cartoonish, resembling the work of imaginative kids rather than actual space ship engineers.
Lost to your own musings, the gentle touch of Loki’s hand brings you back with a start.
“Come,” is all he says.
The delighted glint in his eyes doesn’t bode well as you follow both him and the alien out and back the way you came, mostly. A slight detour is allowed to bring you along to another dock with several vessels of different size and type one of which is the focus of attention. The Asgardian is playing it cool but you can see by the slant of his smile that he’s delighted with one of the ships in particular, commenting on its current state versus the original specs which are far beyond your grasp.
However, he doesn’t seem to strike a deal before having led the little one back to the ship that was your prison. It is the first time you really get to look at it without being in a rush (the second time seeing it from the outside at all). Sleek and silvery with a shape reminding you of a jagged spearhead it looks as lethal as you originally felt.
A Bugatti of space? Honestly, neither interstellar nor earthly transportation has mattered much to you as long as it worked and got you from point A to point B – you didn’t even own a car because that’s just silly when living in the city – but you’re pleased with the analogy.
“You got a deal if you throw in the cask of mead too,” the alien creaks.
"You drive a hard bargain," your travel partner retorts dryly.
Back and forth they go, inspecting ships and trying to outdo the other in tall tales about the vessels' past travels while you're bored out of your mind, eventually plopping onto the soft seat in a cabin of what they call “the Reach”. From there, you can see past the broken metal that could have made out the temporal bone (when the place wasn’t a wannabe planet) and to the stars beyond. How far are we from Earth?
This is only the second place you've been to since life changed drastically. In a way, it makes you feel special. Privileged. Deep within you a primal urge to keep moving is stirring, it's vibrating through every cell of the body until they ache with a need you can't satisfy on your own. Glancing briefly at Loki, you prefer to think it's also that longing, roaring silently and sending the butterflies in your belly swarming over a fire pit below.
"The rules are clear?" the little alien, Ek'ir, asks.
The Asgardian nods. "Doubles top with sixes as the best. Everything else reads as they show."
Propping yourself up on an elbow, you see them on either side of the table with a dice cup in between (where ever they've gotten that from). A wooden cask balances at the far end – a trophy on display. Memories from the parties you've gone to come back followed by vague rules from drinking games which always became less important as the nights carried on.
Ek'ir begins, slamming the cup down after having thoroughly rattled the dice around. A short peek. A frown.
"42."
Loki's face doesn't betray whatever he might be thinking. Slender fingers simply grab the cup and scoops up the roll to mimic the shop owner's motions. "Snake eyes."
The small hand with suction cups hovers in the air as the owner thinks carefully. With a flick of the finger the claim is proven true, resulting in a woody groan from this round's loser who of course is intend on revenge – a drawn out duel marked by small increments in the rolls before the Asgardian finds himself bested when trying to bluff. He takes it neatly, even sends you a wink.
"32," Ek'ir opens the third and final session.
"54."
The dice rattle a bit longer than strictly necessary. "65."
"Snake eyes," the god offers politely on return, causing the adversary to freeze.
Even you hold a breath. You have no clue why it's so important to get a different spaceship (and particularly this one except that it's aesthetically pleasing), however some sneaky plan must be depending on it or Loki wouldn't have gone through the trouble of bartering with the little alien.
"Naaaah..." They don't sound convinced. "A second one that soon? You think I'm gullible?" Still, the cup remains untouched, looming on the table.
"If you think me a liar, simply call my bluff." There's an air of nonchalance to the taller of the players. "Otherwise...best it."
"Probably counting on it, aren't you?"
There's no reply other than a shrug and a non-committal arching of the brows. He's bluffing. Admittedly, you're not sure. Yay for not playing him. Surely, Asgardian mead can't be that amazing?
"Ha!" Wrinkly hands snatch the cup away, a bright gleam in the alien eyes and a smile to match. Only...the glee dissipates as the roll is revealed: two ones.
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Hero of your own fate 4/?
Chapter 4
Thorin x Reader
No warnings, slow burn
summary- Breakfast after the tavern
-Reader’s POV-
Thorin loved his early starts often waking everyone up shortly after the sun rose, and as it was nearing summer this meant that you were seeing more hours of daylight than you admittedly wanted to. Yet this morning you watched him sound asleep long after sunlight came streaming in through the window. You quietly slipped out of the bed, both thankful and sad as this would be one of the few times you would sleep in a bed along the journey and got dressed. It was a relief having not slept in the whole get up you were becoming accustomed to wearing, but the loose-fitting fabric of the t-shirt and the lack of layers left you colder than usual. Slowly slotting your items back into your bag, you took out your phone, its battery was starting to get low but you found yourself swiping through the photos of your friends and family back home. You missed them, not nearly as much as you would like to admit. Something about Middle Earth had already attached to your soul and you already knew where you belonged.
With your coin purse in hand you decided it would be best if you slipped out of the room to grab you both some breakfast. You were sick of porridge and sure everyone else was too. The town was already wide awake with the traders eager to get a sale. The bakery immediately drew your attention. The smell. Absolutely divine. Bread and cakes galore with more still baking in the oven.
“what can I get ya lil lady” the baker watched you like a hawk immediate distrust because of your size, the rift between the tall and little folk of this realm was startling to you. A pointless quarrel between people that needn’t be happening to begin with.
“Hi. Yes. Ummm. Can I get a cob loaf, a blueberry muffin, and a bag of salted crackers please?” the gentleman gave a judging look, it would be a lot of food for just you but the crackers were for the road, the muffin was your breakfast and the cob was for the company. Now time to track down some meats.
“Thorin’s POV”
This was the first time in years Thorin woke up feeling rested. For a moment he forgot where he was and what he was doing. All he knew was the bliss of having you sleep next to him, but as he rolled over to face you, he found only an empty spot already cold from your lack of presence. This shocked Thorin awake. How long had you been gone? Why were you gone? How had he slept so deeply he had completely missed you leaving? He was there to protect you after all.
Thorin threw the covers off himself and was horrified to find that all your belongings were still in the room, even the strange glass block that you were strangely attached to. If you had abandoned them you would have taken it with you. Someone must have come in and taken you! He knew he should never have trusted men.
“oh! You’re awake” a melodic voice drew him from his thoughts “sorry you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you” he looked up at your smiling face concern falling from his own.
The silence between to two of you was jarring. He knew you could tell he was worried but neither of you wanted to admit it. Thorin knew he had no right growing this attached to you, a girl, a child. To him your measly 20 or so years was miniscule compared to his 195, even his own childish nephews were almost four times your age. And to top that off, you didn’t even belong in this world. His attachment to you would only bring pain whether reciprocated or not.
“I brought breakfast; I was sick of porridge so I thought it might be nice to have something fresh” It suddenly clicked where you had been. You held out a bacon sandwich for him to take. “here it’s still warm I convinced the butcher to cook it for you”
“Thank you but you shouldn’t have” Thorin smiled softer than he’d ever let himself look at you before.
“The company might think a little differently after they see all this” he watched as you opened the basket showing all of the goodies you purchased for everyone.
“A little extravagant” Thorin hummed
“I had to justify buying this” he reveled in watching your face light up at the sight of a blueberry muffin “it might have costed more than I would like to admit but to me this is worth my weight in gold. Mmmmmmmmhhhh smells like home”
A/N - sorry this is a short one. I dont own any of the characters protrayed in the hobbit. The next one will return to the canon journey
#thorin x reader#thorin#king thorin#thorin oakenshield#king under the mountain#thorin durin#fan fic#fan fiction#Kilby writes
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Solicitations (Arthur x Fem!Reader, 18+, Chapter 1 of 2)
Summary: You’re a cook and a server at the local saloon, not to be confused with the saloon girls that offer their company and sometimes their bodies to the patrons. But when a regular to the saloon doesn’t take no for an answer and starts harassing you nightly, what do you do? Why, you hire a bodyguard to teach him a lesson.
Author’s Notes: Hey fam, remember that little drabble I wrote about Arthur asking you if you wanted his “services”? Well. This is the full fic. @victoodles, for you!
Tags: low/medium honor Arthur, smut, quid pro quo, violence, shitty antagonist, poorly written antagonist, excuse for smut
Word Count: Chapter 1 = 2503, Chapter 2 = 2186
AO3 Link is here, yo.
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Chapter 1: Starting Out
“Hullo honeycake!”
You shuddered. This grimey, stinky, sweaty old man, who, for the fifth day in a row, still hadn’t taken no for an answer, was trying to convince you to go out on a date with him. Gritting your teeth, you plastered on a customer service smile and turned to him.
“Sorry Mr. Moore, I’m not interested in dating anyone at this time. May I get you a drink or a meal instead?”
He just grinned, showing off his yellow teeth. “I’d like to buy you a drink, my dear.”
Your eyebrow twitched. “I’m not allowed to drink while working, sir.”
“I won’t tell anyone.”
‘“I stick to my word.”
“A woman of integrity. I like it.” He leaned in close. “Then how about after work?”
“Not interested.”
The man leaned back. “Alright. Not tonight. But eventually. You’ll come to see things my way.”
You watched as he got up from the bar stool and stumbled over to a group of saloon girls, who giggled and laughed with him as he made up some bullshit story again.
“He still bothering you?”
You turned to look at your boss who had come out from the cellar with a couple more bottles of whiskey. He was an older man who owned the saloon with his wife. They had graciously took you in to help with running the place when the mine nearby was opened, which brought in more workers, and thus, more customers. In exchange for room and board and a little bit of spending cash, you worked in the kitchen and served drinks when you weren’t cooking. It wasn’t too bad, until a certain fellow had started to pester you.
“Yes, he is,” you answered, annoyed.
Your boss sighed. “Well, all you can do is tell him no.”
You hung your head in defeat. “I’ve been doing that.”
“Or,” he added, his face pensive. “You could hire a bodyguard.”
“I can’t afford a guard for more than a couple of days. How’s that going to help?”
“Have him pretend to be your paramour. Then maybe that other man will back off.”
You stared at your boss, incredulous. "Where the hell am I going to find someone like that?"
He shrugged. "Just keep your ears open for someone who's looking for work and looks like he may suit you."
You threw your hands up in the air before turning around and heading back into the kitchen. He made it sound so easy.
***
The next morning, as you went to get ingredients for the dinner menu the street market nearby, you thought about your predicament. Where would you find someone? Maybe here?
"What's on your mind, suga'?"
You looked up at the woman who owned the produce stall. Blinking for a few moments, you realized that you had been staring blankly at the same pile of potatoes for the past few minutes.
"Oh, I just…” You paused, taking a deep breath before lowering your voice. “I need to find a bodyguard for a couple of days." You leaned in closer to the woman, who conspiratorially leaned closer to you. "Got a man trying to court me, and I don't like him."
She nodded, her eyes full of understanding. “It don't help that you look like a sheep wanderin' into a wolf's den.” At your frown, the woman laughed. "Suga', don't look so troubled! I'll ask around for you."
“Thank you.” After a few moments, you asked her shyly, “Do I really look like a sheep?”
“You do, with your far off look.”
You sighed. Your boss had told you that too. You had a tendency to get lost in your thoughts, and had to actively focus in order to stay alert, or your mind would wander away.
Picking some potatoes and carrots, you paid for them and thanked the woman before leaving the market. On your way out, you turned the corner around the gate and nearly ran into someone.
“Sorry, sir!” you quickly apologized.
“Not a problem, miss,” said a deep voice. You caught a glimpse of the man as he tipped his hat at you and walked through the gate. He was tall, with a worn black gambler’s hat that had a couple of bullet holes, and his rough voice had rubbed you in just the right way. You watched as he disappeared into the crowd before regaining your senses. Quickly heading back to the saloon to cook that night’s stew, you found your mind wandering back to replay the memory, the timbre of his voice striking a chord within you, almost an erotic hum that left you craving more.
***
A few days had passed, and every night, your unwanted admirer kept pestering you about a date. Each night, you refused. Last night, he had actually gotten a bit angry, and you were suddenly afraid. He had been relatively patient up until that point, but whether it was the booze or the fact that he had never been truly denied before, you weren’t sure. When he had raised his voice and slammed the bar with one heavy hand, you had jumped and looked around for the boss. Fortunately, Elizabeth, one of the saloon girls, had stepped in and guided the man away from you, giving you a wink over her shoulder as she cooed and coddled the drunken bastard until he forgot about you.
But you knew he wouldn’t give up. You had to find a bodyguard, fast.
It was on this sunny morning, as you walked to the market, that you noticed the man you had run into earlier in the week leaning against a telegraph pole. By now you had seen him a few times before, walking through with an easy yet powerful gait, selling furs to the eccentric trader near the middle of the street market.
Each time you had seen him, you felt something deep in your gut, almost as if you were looking at a magnificent beast. He took your breath away, with his tall frame, confident stride, and broad shoulders. When you finally caught a glimpse of his face, his chiseled features made you want to look upon him more.
But today, instead of you watching him, he was watching you. Continuing through the market and buying all that you needed, placing it in your basket, you kept feeling his gaze on you. And every time you glanced over, you found him watching you from his spot, following your movements like a hawk. When you finally finished your errands and began to leave the market, you finally looked directly at him. He was casually cutting a piece of jerky and bringing it to his mouth, chewing it slowly. Your eyes watched the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. Then he looked up as he noticed your attention on him. He put his knife away, pushed off the pole, and slowly sauntered towards you.
With all the guns on him, you were afraid he was coming to rob you. You stood like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a wolf, immobile, hoping he wouldn't take notice of you. His pace was leisurely, measured, as if he knew you wouldn't run away. You thought about turning and walking the other direction.
Then he called out your name, softly, a slight lilt to the end of it, as if he was questioning it.
It took you a couple of moments to realize that, of course, he was asking if it was you.
"Y-yes, that's me."
"The owner of that food stall asked if I could help ya out. But I don’t work for free."
You glanced down and saw his other hand on his gun belt. He noticed where your attention went and chuckled.
"Eyes up here, darlin'."
You swallowed before answering, your voice far huskier than it should have been in the presence of a stranger.
"I can pay."
A cocky smile grew on his face as he moved to stand next to you. Placing his hand on the small of your back, he splayed out his fingers, a way of letting you know he’s got you now. You felt the warmth of his hand beneath the fabric of your blouse as he started to guide you out of the market.
"Let's talk somewhere more private."
You wondered at the wisdom of what you were doing, as the man led you to his horse, and wrapping his hands around your waist, he helped you up into the saddle. He got up behind you, his arms resting lightly around your waist as he grabbed the reins and guided his horse away.
"Where am I takin' you?"
You told him where the saloon was, about the situation with Mr. Moore, and how much you could pay.
“Sounds like someone don’t know how to respect a lady,” he mumbled.
You nodded.
“Well, don’tchu worry your head none. I’ll take care o’ him.”
“You’re not going to kill him, are you? Just… scare him off?”
“O’ course. More trouble to kill’im.”
You turned to look at him in the eyes, a cerulean sea you could easily drown in. “You’ve killed before.” It wasn’t a question.
He shrugged. “Never said I was a good man.”
You smiled. “You’re good enough for me. For what I’m paying you, I think most men would scoff and turn me down.”
He chuckled. “I ain’t most men.” Then he caressed your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “And I can’t turn down a pretty face.”
You felt heat hit you like a wave as he looked at you, a burning in his eyes. Quickly turning away from him to face forward once more, you felt his arms tighten around you as he gripped the reins and sped up his horse, the galloping beat matching the speed of your heart.
***
At the saloon, the man finally told you his name, and you told Arthur what your unwanted admirer looked like and what time he usually showed up. Your new bodyguard nodded, remembering everything you said and repeating it back to you perfectly. Agreeing to come back when the saloon opened for dinner, he took your hand and kissed the back of it, his lips lingering on your skin for an extra few seconds as his eyes locked onto yours.
“Hafta play the part, right?”
You nodded, unable to speak.
“See you tonight, darlin’.”
You watched him leave, and finally, let out a breath. It really wasn’t going to be that hard to pretend you and he were an item; you were halfway tempted to pull out more money from your savings just to have him stick around beyond the two nights you agreed to pay for.
***
“Good evening, my honeycake!”
You sighed. Arthur was late, but you could hold off your irritating suitor for now. “Good evening, Mr. Moore.”
“I told you, call me William!”
You resisted rolling your eyes. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that.” For multiple reasons, you added in your head.
The saloon doors opened, and you breathed a sigh of relief as you spotted Arthur walking straight for the bar.
“Miss me, darlin’?”
“Ever so much, my dearest!” you exclaimed. You realized, deep down, that you weren’t really acting.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Moore’s eyes narrow as you came out from around the bar to hold your hands out to Arthur’s. He took yours and pulled you in for a chaste kiss on the cheek.
Looking over your shoulder, Arthur glanced at the man before devoting his full attention to you. “I’m in town for a coupla’ days. Anyone givin’ ya any trouble? I’ll take care o’ dem for ya.”
You were about to say your line, which was to point out Moore’s unwanted attentions, but he saved you the trouble.
“She never mentioned having a lover.”
Arthur turned to the pretentious man. “Did you ask?”
Moore shrugged. “Well, no, but-”
“Then she didn’t have to tell ya.”
You watched Moore’s face twitch slightly. He was getting perturbed, and you reveled in it.
“So what do you do?”
“I’m a hunter. Bring back furs and meat from the mountains.”
“How often are you in town?”
Arthur sighed. “As often as I can. Some o’ us hafta work.”
Mr. Moore sniffed. “And you leave this poor woman alone all the time?”
“She can take care of herself.”
“Don’t you care about her wellbeing?”
Arthur’s eyebrow raised. “Don’t you care about her opinion?”
Mr. Moore stiffened and ignored Arthur’s comment. “She’s delicate and needs a man to be around to take care of her. I can give her that life. She’s here all day working, while you’re gone, God knows where. Think of what’s best for her!”
You saw something very dangerous glow in Arthur’s eyes before he guided you back behind the bar. Then he walked up to Moore and stared him down.
“And I suppose you asked her what she wanted?” Arthur asked, his tone light, but his body language was taut with barely leashed anger.
“I know what’s best for her.”
“Why’s that?”
“Obviously, because she’s a woman and needs taking care of.”
You bristled. This was why you hated men like Moore.
Arthur took a step closer to Moore. His voice deepened. “I’m takin’ fine care of her by respectin’ her wishes to live how she wants. So. Back. Off.”
Moore glared back up at him for a long moment, then sniffed delicately before stepping away. “You aren’t going to be around forever. She’ll come around.” He turned to you. “You’ll see reason, I know you’re smart enough to know when a man isn’t good for your future.”
You just shook your head. “Have a good evening, Mr. Moore,” you said dismissively.
Moore turned and left the saloon, and you could feel the patrons breathe a sigh of relief.
“I don’t think he’ll give up,” Arthur said, turning to you.
“Well, you’ll have to really scare him off tomorrow,” you said. Since I can’t afford more than that. Looking at him as he took a seat at the bar, you quietly gave him a drink and went about your work, feeling protected and safe for the first time in a while.
At the end of the night, you sat next to Arthur, who had graciously stayed the whole time, despite your insistence that he could leave. Pouring yourself a shot of whiskey, you sipped it slowly, feeling it burn down your throat.
“Arthur?”
“Hm?”
“Thank you.”
“Weren’t nothin’.”
You gently touched his arm. “It might be nothing to you, but it meant the world to me. So thank you.”
He looked at you, a small smile on his face, full of genuine happiness. Without thinking, you kissed him on the cheek.
Arthur blinked and looked at you in surprise.
You mumbled an apology and escaped to the kitchen to keep cleaning. When you came back out again after you had finished scrubbing a pot to death, you saw that he was gone.
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Chapter 2 is the conclusion!
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ewan mcgregor for the game thingy? *-*
ohh a good one!! i think i’ve seen most of his work, let’s check!
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send me an actor/actress!!
#i've missed some of the more recent ones but i'm pretty set!!#i should remarathon his stuff he has a pretty good filmography!!#thank ya this one was fun!!#fare thee ask#downey-robert
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King Keigo x Touya Todoroki, Fantasy AU
King Keigo x Touya Todoroki, Fantasy AU
by RoseMagpie
The world before him shifted as he went back into the memory. Running, there was always so much running, the feel of the wind rushing passed his hair as he chased the other kids. If only he'd been more careful and not gotten caught. If he'd never been caught by the slave traders, he wouldn't be here now. Who knows, maybe he'd be settled down somewhere with someone. Or tried his hand at magic, it was rare and most humans couldn't do it but he could still try. That was what was missing, the endless possibilities before him.
Words: 1139, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi, Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsuo
Relationships: Dabi/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Touya
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23898415
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