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chaethewriter · 1 year

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Ghost of you

Jack Champion x reader

In which you have to keep your relationship a secret, not knowing the consequences.

Word count: 3,6k

Warning: hurt to comfort, angst, I'm so embarrassed to post this, english isn't my first language, not proofread.

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy

A/N: this one for my poopsies! <3

"I'd settle for the ghost of you."

When Jack had asked you if he could be your boyfriend, you were over the moon. The two of you had met during one of his press tours, and while you thought he was the most handsome and funniest guy you have ever met, you knew you didn't have a chance. Or so you thought. The two of you got closer after he had asked for your number, and now you could proudly call him yours. Well, your relationship wasn't known publicly. His manager and mother recommended him to keep your relationship a secret. You were okay with it at first since you liked your privacy, but now you had wished that you could flaunt him all over your social media.

"Baby? Are you okay with it?" Jack took your hands in his as he stared into your eyes with the softest expression ever. Jack was an incredible boyfriend. He treated you like a queen. It was your first relationship, and you were glad that he was your first. You bit your lip as you considered all the points. You see, Jack recently got a job offered for a romance movie as the main character. Even though he had said he wanted to focus on action and thriller stuff, he saw this as a great opportunity to try something new. Acting was his passion, you couldn't take this away from him. And you trusted him, of course you did. He was so loyal and loving and didn't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. "Baby?", Jack had called you again as you zoned out, his lips against your skin as he looked down at you with concern. You wanted to be the supportive girlfriend, no matter what. Even if it meant overstepping your own boundaries. "No, I don't mind no. I'm so proud of you!" you put on your brightest smile as you took him in his arms, your arms wrapped around his chest. Jack sighed in relief, "I would never want to make you sad, you know? I love you so much, baby." His grip on you tightened as he praised you with loving words, but deep inside you knew now you truly felt.

Soon enough, to your dismay, the recordings started. His manager thought that it would be best that you wouldn't come along for the sake of not getting into rumors. So you had stayed back at your hometown without Jack. The two of you were facetiming right now as you watched him get ready, "you look handsome, big boy." You grinned as you buried your face into your blanket. Jack was wearing a half buttoned blouse and some brown pants, and you couldn't help but swoon over your handsome boyfriend. He grinned in return as he took his phone back in his hands, bringing it closer to his face, "I showed myself, so why won't you reveal your pretty face, pretty girl?"

You chuckled as you dropped the blanket to reveal yourself to him. The notification you got on your phone told you that he had taken a screenshot, "hey!" Jack's grin widened as he put his phone back on its stand, "can't help but have my camera roll filled with my pretty girlfriend, you know?" He was incredibly cheesy, but it's what you liked about him after all. "How's recording going?" You honestly dreaded to know the details, you didn't want to know. You didn't want to know how he treated someone else as his. It was acting, it was his job. It wasn't real, but why did you still feel upset about this? You didn't want to be a selfish girlfriend, you didn't want an argument to break out, so you kept quiet and bottled all these emotions up. "It's going great! Anne is so comfortable to act around, you know? It's like we have known each other for a long time! She's so kind and we get along so well?" Jack rambled on as he referred to his co-star. You pursed your lips as you forced yourself to smile, "That's great! I'm so glad it's going well f-"

Your sentence got cut off by girl's voice on the other side of the line, "Jackie!!" Your heart fell to your stomach as you saw the door of his trailer open, and there she stood. Ann, Jack's co-star. "Jackie, we should totally practice our lines for today. It's the car scene where you pick me up after the summer party!" You saw the way Anne was dressed: a pretty dress that stopped just above her knees. Her makeup was done as well as her hair. Jack looked behind him as he gave his co-star a smile, "hey A, yes I'll be there soon," he then turned back to you, "I got to go baby, but I will call you soon okay? I love you!"

"I lo-" before you could reply, Jack hung up on the call.

You watched the television as news got out of the new romance movie starring Jack and Ann. The two were posing for the photographers as Jack's arm was around her waist, with her hands on his chest. The two wore matching outfits for the interview that would come right after. You had sent him a message wishing him good luck with a heart, but he didn't read it yet. Jack had been incredibly busy these past few weeks. Starting promotions and all while still recording, he didn't have much time on his hands. Yet, he never forgot to send you a paragraph of telling about his day and asking you how your day had been and if you were taking care of yourself. Your heart always melted whenever he sent those messages.

"Jack, Ann, welcome!"

"Yes, thank you for having us!" Jack smiled as he exchanged a look with Ann, who gave him a loving glance. Your brows furrowed as you buried yourself in your blanket. You sat there in your bed as you watched the interview. At first, you were excited to watch it: he was your boyfriend and who wouldn't want to watch their boyfriend on tv? But now, now you wanted to click away.

Ann leaned closer to Jack as she shared some points of the movie, "So Jack plays a character called Justin. He's the best friend of my character, Aimee, and they go through a rollercoaster of emotions as they fall in love with each other."

"It's like a best friends to lovers movie." Jack added on as he nodded with a smile. Ann smiled as he added something to her explanation, their bond clear as they were in sync.

"So it's a romance movie. Do you have a special person in your life?"

Jack immediately shook his head at that question. He wanted to flaunt you so badly, but for the sake of your feelings he had to do this, "Not me, no. I am still looking for my person."

Ann didn't answer the question. Instead, she teased Jack as she bumped her elbow in his arm, "Could I be that person?" Jack answered by shaking his head with a laugh. They looked so comfortable around one another.

Your heart broke in pieces at the sight of Ann shamelessly flirting with your boyfriend, who you couldn't even announce was your boyfriend. You turned your television off as you took your phone. Not to communicate and tell him how you felt, instead you had sent

Jack. <3

Me: You were amazing, so proud of you

Your relationship had been rocky lately. You had been feeling so down and insecure in your relationship. Ever since the photoshoot and the interview, social media had been in an uproar. About how good they looked together, how Ann looked at him, the rumors that Jack and Anne were dating. 'Rising star Jack Champion and Ann spotted having dinner together?' You had scrolled through instagram, twitter and tiktok every moment of the day, watching how everyone supported the rumored relationship between Jack and Ann. You cried as you did so, angry and upset with yourself. They were a match and it was obvious everyone would support Jack with being with a beautiful girl like Ann. And while you were feeling like this, he didn't know anything about that. Instead, he was left confused while looking at your contact name, wondering why you weren't responding.

Hers. <3

Me: baby?

Me: did you receive my flowers?

Me: are you okay?

Me: babeeee

Me: :(((

Me: helloooo

Me: babe

Me: are

Me: you

Me: okay

Me: question

Me: mark

Me: ?

Me: if u don't answer I will come to u

Me: baby?

Me: answer my calls pls

Me: my love, are you mad at me?

Me: did I do something wrong?

Me: please.

Me: I'm sorry.

"Flowers? For me?" You had opened the door in your oversized hoodie with your bloodshot eyes, only to be met with a deliverer with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. They were your favorites. There was only one person who knew you this well. "Yes, you're (y/n) (l/n) right?" You nodded at his question and he pushed the flowers in your arms. You thanked him before closing the door. You looked terrible, honestly. Bloodshot red eyes, tear stains, wearing the same clothes from a week ago. You felt horrible, yet you didn't want to do anything about it. Jack was so happy with being a rising star, you didn't want to fuck that up for him. But did you know how much Jack actually depended on your feelings?

You stared at the flowers as you stood in the middle of the living room, ready the little card attached to the bouqet.

'I love you. Pls call me so that we can talk?'

You pursed your lips. It hurt feeling like this, it hurt so bad. You were so insecure and unsure of everything, meanwhile Jack already made a name of himself. Jack definitely deserved better, someone as passionate as him. After weeks of pondering what you should do, you finally knew.

Let him go.

You picked your phone up and stared at your wallpaper. A picture of the two of you from your prom. You would miss him so much. All the memories, how happy he made you feel. How secure he made you feel. You shook your head and looked for his archived contact. You knew you were running away from all the problems, but this was the best for him. You had to take this initiative in order for him to be able to rise. You would be content enough to watch him be happy from the sidelines. That would be enough for you, to settle for the ghost of him.

The first rang didn't even have to go for him to pick up, you pursed your lips as you tried to contain your sobbing, walking up to the walls of pictures in the living room that mostly contained the two of you. "Baby? Are you okay?" Jack had already spoken up before you could. He was calling you from his trailer in between scenes. A sob left your lips at the nickname. You took a deep breath as you tried to gather the words you wanted to say.

"Jack, I think we should end it."

A nervous laugh escaped his lips, "baby, end what?" The realization hadn't set in yet. He didn't want to believe it.

"Let's break up."

Jack collapsed on his chair as his eyes widened, "what? You're joking, aren't you? (y/n)?" He waited for your laugh, your voice as you tried to lie to him, anything. Anything that could give him a hint that you were fucking around. Instead, he was met with your sobs. "Let's break up, Jack."

"Did I do something? Did you fall out of love with me?" Without noticing, the tears had flowed down his cheeks as his he gripped his hair with his free hand, trying to pull his strands out as he expected to wake up from this nightmare. But he didn't. This was real. "Please answer me! I can fix this, I can fix us!" He was desperate now, his screams booming through his trailer. He couldn't accept this. He just couldn't. He saw his future in you. When he looked at you, he already imagined you as a pretty pride as you told your vows.

"Jack, please don't do this."

"No! No! Please don't leave me, please tell me! (y/n)!" His throat burned as he screamed, as well as the tears that burned his face— like lava was burning through his skin.

"I love you, Jack."

Call ended.

He stood up from his seat as he screamed your name, waiting for an answer on the other side of the line, but nothing. The chair had fallen with a loud smack, gaining the attention of certain people close to his trailer. He sat on the floor as he cried, phone in his hands as he tried to call you back. A ton of gibberish left his lips as he desperately wished for you. Clothes disheveled, hair all messed up, makeup gone as the tears washed it away— which all prepared him for the next scene. Yet he couldn't care less about acting, about his job, about the money. You were all he needed, and you were gone. The door to his trailer had slammed open as his mother stood in the opening, "Jack?"

"Mama, mama," he stumbled over his words as he hiccuped due to the amount of emotions he felt, "she left me." At the moment, the person before her wasn't Jack Champion the rising actor, or Jack the Champ. He was Jack, just Jack, Jack who got his heart broken. Jack, her teenage son who had broken down.

"Oh, Jack.." she had ran up to him as she took her son in her arms, "It's okay sweet boy."

Out of frustration, he had screamed at his mother. He didn't mean it, his breathing exaggerated as he shook in her arms. Anxiety. "Mama.." he felt dizzy as he spoke. His mother told him to stop speaking, as it would only make him feel worse. But Jack couldn't stop himself, he had to talk to someone. And who not to trust more than his mother? "Mama, what did I do wrong? Mama please." His grip in her arms tightened as he choked on his own tears. His hair was stroked as he tried to speak. She had decided to not speak further, he needed to get this out of his system. He needed a listener. "She told me she loved me, but she broke up with me. I don't know what happened mama?" He pursed his lips as he stopped talking, allowing the tears to flow as he awaited an answer from her.

Her tone was soft as she spoke, careful with her words to not cause him a further breakdown, "did you talk to her about the rumors?" He looked up at her in confusion. Rumors? What rumors? "What rumors?" His mom looked down at him with a sad expression, realizing she played huge part in their break up. She wanted to protect both you and Jack, but in the end it caused further heartbreak. "You and Ann?"

Him and Ann? What was she talking about? When her son looked at her with bloodshot big eyes, she continued speaking, "Everyone thinks the two of you are dating. The touches she gives you, the flirting." Jack widened his eyes as his breathing exaggerated again, "No! There is nothing with Ann! My heart is (y/n)'s! I'm hers!" His expression faltered yet again.

"But no one else knows about you and (y/n), I'm so sorry Jack. It's my fault."

Jack had begged his mom to leave set. He couldn't stay here, not when he was feeling like this and not while Ann was here to escalate the rumors. He should've known, he's so stupid. He wanted to stay respectful in front of Anne, not knowing that by doing so, everything would go downhill. He regretted not doing more to keep you secure, he regretted not finding out about it and talking to you. He regretted not figuring your feelings out sooner. Of course, you would feel upset after Anne did all those things. Why couldn't he be better? Why couldn't he do better? But he's not letting you go so easily. Not now, not when he still had time.

jackchampion

I haven't been telling the truth. I should have been truthful. I have a special person. I had a special person. And I lost her. I'm sorry for not fighting harder for us, I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt. It has always been you. And it will always be. I hope for my future to be with you and only you. Let us fix this and communicate better. Let me fix this. Please, I love you (y/n).

jackchampion has followed you.

Your phone was blowing up like crazy, yet you couldn't bother to look. You had been watching tv in your bed as you munched on your chocolates with tear stained cheeks. You felt even more miserable now that you had broken up with him. You switched channels, looking for something to watch as the tv show you were watching only made you even sadder. "Now on to celebrity news. Rising star Jack Champion's instagram post surely stirred up the emotions under fans. He is known for his roles as Avatar's Spider and Scream's Ethan Landry." The screen switched to instagram as a post under Jack's name popped up. Your hand moved towards your mouth as he posted your go-to song with the caption. This had to be for you. "Rumored is that Jack Champion left the set as he was spotted on the airport. A picture was taken by paparazzi of who is rumored to be Jack Champion." A picture was shown on the screen and you knew that postured and the clothing like nobody else. Jack in his pink hoodie and sweatpants as the hood was on his head, with a pair of sunglasses on his face (to hide his expression).

Was he coming your way?

You got up from your bed, feeling all dizzy from standing after so long. You took your phone and ran downstairs to get to the nearest airport. With your phone in your hands, you tried to put your shoes on as you called for an Uber. If he was spotted all those hours ago, he should be there soon. You can't miss him. Not when he publicly announced how he felt about you.

On your way to the airport, you had scrolled through instagram. Notifications flooded your screen as you got DMs, mentions and followers. But one thing stuck out to you.

jackchampion has followed you.

You pursed your lips as you tried your best not to cry again. Was him following you telling you that he wanted to go public? He was told not to follow you back to stay discreet. You felt so many emotions flooding through your body that you didn't notice that you had already arrived. You thanked the Uber driver with his payment and ran inside. The airport was filled with teenage girls.

"Jack Champion is here!!!" You heard a girl scream as everyone pushed one another. You tried to make your way through, but to no avail. You couldn't get through, not with so many girls pushing all at once.

"Wait, are you (y/n)? The girl from Jack's post?" One of the girls closest to you stared at your features. Of course, she had caught on to the drama. Your instagram was figured out and she had followed you. She was a fan of Jack and if Jack loved you, she loved you too. You nodded your head slowly, unsure of what to do as many faces turned to you.

"You bitch, stay away from him!!"

"Fuck off, nobody. As if you had a chance with him. Everyone make way!!" A girl retorted back as she punched the girl that disrespected you.

Jack Champion caught onto the crowd of girls that slowly made a path. He cocked his head to the side. Was it you? Or was this wishful thinking? He shook his head. It couldn't be you. Why would it be you? Or so he thought. He continued walking towards the exit as he fixed his sunglasses, protected by security.

"Jack!" Out of all the girls that screamed his name, this one felt all too familiar. His heart was beating in his throat as he quickly turned around. His eyes widened as he layed his eyes on you. Sweet you. He pushed the security out of the way as he made his way towards you. "(y/n)? Let her through, don't hurt her!" He had raises his voice at the security that had tried to push you to the ground. As you were let through, you ran towards him to wrap your arms around him.

"I'm so sorry for not communicating."

He shook his head as his face was buried in your hair, inhaling your scent. "I love you so much." His arms were wrapped so tightly around you, it almost felt like you were about to break a few bones. But you didn't care. You were together now and from here on, you would figure everything out.

silly(y/n)_

the privilege to be the first one to post this picture of him, for he is my special person. <3

#jack champion x reader #jack champion #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #Spotify #jack champion imagine #jack champion headcannons #jack champion is taking my brain over #jack champion imagines #ethan landry headcanons

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r0-boat · 19 days

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Instinct

Male! Dragon! OC x AFAB!gn!reader

Feat: Yandere OC Silas

Cw: possessive behavior, yandere character, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, animalistic behavior, biting, claiming bite.

NSFW

Thank you @devotion-disorder for this lovely art piece I'm so glad I commissioned you!!

You smell good.

So good.

Your Skin;

So Soft to the touch,

smooth and unblemished,

just begging for a mate to pin you down and sink his fangs into. Your mere presence was tempting.

Silas knew full well that as the months got warmer and the snow melted, more primal desires started to call to him. An animalistic need that demanded satisfaction. However, a Duke dub Cedric from a neighboring kingdom invited him to a ball and offered he could not refuse even if he wanted to. The Duke was kind enough to Grant him a plus-one, and now, standing before you in an outfit that the maids and tailor specifically prepared for you, how the woven silk fabric hugged every part of your body, oh, how he wishes he could forget that stupid party and rip your outfit in two and ravish you right here in this carriage.

His hungry eyes did not go unnoticed by you. Even now, as elegant and princely as he looked, Silas looked like a caged, starving animal. His eyes were only on you the entire night, even as other more elegant women wine and flaunted their bodies to get his attention, only to clutch their pearls in frustration when the prince only had eyes for you.

Silently stalking behind you like your shadow glaring down upon you like a premium steak on his plate ready to devour you.

But Silas held back his urges for the sake of his reputation, as all Noble eyes were on him. He stopped following you around like a lost puppy and began mingling with Sir Cedric. Talks of trade business gossip from other kingdoms were a much-needed but small distraction from the burning in his core, but now and then, he would sneak a little glances at you. His pupils waning into slits as he watched the other attendants stare at you with the same hungry eyes he had been.

Veins rush with adrenaline when one of the Nobles who had been eyeing you gets the courage to approach you.

The conversation becomes background noise as he tries to concentrate on what that man is saying to you, glaring daggers at the noble, making you smile and chuckle. The dragon in him hissed and snarled, becoming more and more restless. To it, you are an unclaimed potential mate being pursued by a rival.

Silas feels his claws threatening to rip out of his gloves. He clutches his fist with images of the noble's blood painting the walls of the ballroom, Imagining the taste of his flesh on his tongue. He quickly storms out as the Duke is still talking to him.

You look over to see Silas approaching the both of you.

Eyes burning with fury, be prepared yourself for a gruesome site only for it to never come.

" Excuse me, gentlemen, my apologies for interrupting your conversation, but I believe I asked this lovely person to dance with me."

Silas said politely, eyes still burned with a jealous rage that you were all too familiar with. A small, gentle smile on his face, Which only made him more unsettling. And his hand ever so gently stroking your hip, has he pulled you closer to him.

The man, a kind soul, really, took the hint. If he were to stay within your presence any longer than he'd had, this Prince would make him disappear.

"Ah, Sorry, Your Highness, I hadn't realized they were taken already."

Yes, taken… They are mine

A shiver goes down your spine when your eyes meet his, giving off a slight draconic glow of violet piercing into your very soul.

As you danced with him, his hold around you was tight, and his touch was borderline sensual as he caressed your parts in ways along with notice. You flushed, knowing that you couldn't do anything while Silas was feeling your body in public. Even as you try to look away, he moves his head to keep your eyes on him.

"Don't look away from me." He whispered a husky, demanding tone, his thumb gently pressing against your bottom lip as he forced your head back to him. His thumbs wipes across your bottom lip. His fang sinks into his, Imagining the taste of your lips upon his

"Eyes on me, dear."

With the last of his self-control, he lasted from the dance the carriage ride home, letting out a low-throated purr, seeing your small body sat pretty in his lap, his large veiny hand underneath your clothes grasping at your bare thigh. He stayed eerily quiet even as you tried to talk to him. He'd only give one-word answers or hums, his mind thinking of only one thing. His gaze focused on your unblemished neck, shoulders, and collarbone. You feel his hand squeeze your plush thigh, fingers dipping dangerously close to your core. Silas's breath tickles your neck, gently pressing kisses up until he nibbles on your ear. Finally, he whispers.

" As soon as we get out of this carriage, you are coming into my bed tonight. Do you understand?" He smiles as he sees you nod obediently.

When the carriage finally does stop as at his Castle, he immediately has you in his arms, carrying you like a bride, to his chambers, throwing you onto his large bed, going back to the door to lock it.

When you sit up, you see him breathing heavily, his face flushed red, looking back at you with that familiar, hungry look. Silas slowly begins to peel off his clothing one by one as he makes his way closer to the bed to you.

"Do you know what you do to me?" A growl rips from his throat, now half naked, his fingers playing with his belt.

" all night, as I suffer, you sit pretty looking up at others with those big doe eyes.

He creeps closer, hands pressing against the mattress as he leans into your face.

" walking around and then gorgeous outfit men drooling over you like panting dogs. Unaware of who has already claimed you.

He caresses your cheek before his hand slides down, grabbing the collar of your outfit. Pulling you downward, your forehead rested against his.

"Strip."

Claws dug into the fabric. If this weren't off in five seconds, it would be torn off your body.

He watched you slowly shimming out of your outfit. With each delicious amount of skin exposed, he touched and caressed.

Your thighs, your hips, your stomach, your chest. The Prince couldn't keep his hands off you. He could barely hold back when he pressed you into the mattress, a hand secured firmly around your throat.

Fingers trail down your stomach, slipping beneath your undergarments. Thick fingers press. Play with your core. Pressing gently at your tight entrance, fondling your walls, listening to the sweet sounds of your insides as he stirs them. He releases your neck, caressing your cheek as he leans down to taste your lips. His breath shakes as he goes down for another. His tongue is sliding into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair pulling you deeper. He presses his entire naked body against you. You could feel how hard he was straining his pants.

"I want you."

His voice shakes in desperation

"I want to be the only man you look at.

"I want to claim you as mine, to make it so everyone knows who you belong to."

His hand slips to his belt, undoing it, while remaining eye contact.

" I need to be inside you,"

He keeps looking at your core, licking his lips.

" But first, it has been a while since I've tasted you. Let me make you feel good."

Grabbing your ass, he lifts your lower half with ease. He lets out a feral growl as he goes down onto your core, eating you like a starved beast. His eager tongue tastes all of you because he puts his whole mouth on your little body. Lewd noises of his lips slurping your wetness fill the room, which only turns him on more, his feral growls turning into whimpering moans, grinding his hips against nothing in particular. You clenched the bed sheets, wailing and trembling, your body trying its best to squirm away from the intense pleasure only for him to hold you tighter.

You were not getting away from him.

Silas needed to make you cum to taste your essence on his tongue. He needed to feel that satisfaction of knowing that no other man could make you feel the way he feels.

His eyes rolled back when your hand tangled in his hair, pulling on his long jet locks as you braced yourself for your own orgasm. He holds his mouth in place, drinking every last drop of you. Finally, finishing his meal, he drops you like a rag doll, wiping his mouth with his hand before licking his fingers. He was no longer a man at that point, with only one thing on his mind: he flips you over, a firm hand on the back of your neck, pressing you down. He slipped his cock out of his pants, his big hand manhandling your ass open. Your entrance is wet enough with the saliva, cum, and juices, even with his vast draconic cock. He forced himself inside with one motion, mounting you like an animal. You felt his breath already against your ear as he put his hand around your throat. His pace was rough and relentless, grinding his hips with each thrust, trying to drill as deep as he could.

"Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! All mine!"

He repeats like a mantra. You can feel the tip of his dick pressing against the sweet spot inside you, making you clench around his thick rigid shaft feeling every monstrous and inhuman ridge on his dragon cock. His cock felt hot, threatening to burn you out from the inside. You cum again on his cock. Silas is lost and in pleasure, mercilessly fucking you through your orgasm. He removes his hand from your throat, snaking it till around your mouth, muffling your sweet screams when you feel his teeth sink into your neck, his sharp, beastly fangs piercing, breaking your skin as the taste of your blood feels his mouth; he explodes inside you, his whole body is shaking the sheer pleasure making tears well up in his eyes. His hips still as he grinds every last drop deep inside you, claiming you for himself, claiming you in the most primal way any man can. You go limp into his arms, and he catches you, supporting your entire body in his arms. Silas, in a daze licking the new wound on the back of your neck, gently suckling the red liquid from the new mark; his cock throbbed deep inside you, still hard, and his body still felt hot.

"I need more."

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angelsanarchy · 6 months

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 18

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Oystein walks around the shop making sure everything is perfect. He still had about half an hour before he was opening but he wanted everything to be just right. It took him hours to organize the records and the aesthetic was just right. He could see the line forming outside and he paced. He jumped when there was a knock at the door.

"We're not open yet!" He yelled but this time the knocks were more abrupt.

"HEY FUCK OFF! WE'RE NOT OPEN YET!" He yelled but suddenly the door was opening.

"What the-" It was Y/n.

"You should keep that locked if you don't want people to come inside." He settled back onto the stool behind the counter.

"I didn't think you would come." Oystein said in shock. She walked towards the counter and placed flowers on top of it.

"I hadn't planned on it. Your parents asked me to drop this off as a favor. Looks like they didn't get the name change memo." She spun the flowers around so he could see the little card attached to it.

"I'm happy you came by. I wanted to show you-" She shook her head at him.

"Oystein...I'm not here for this. If your parents weren't so sweet, I wouldn't even have bothered ever coming through that door. Please don't make this into something it's not." She pleaded and he nodded.

"D-did you get my letter?" He asked. She let out a sigh.

"Yes I got your letter. My neighbor also let me know some gothic man was lurking outside of my house so next time try the phone book." She informed him. He was slightly embarassed that he was caught but she wasn't spewing hatred at him or trying to slap box him so he'll take that as a win.

"Also I don't need to educate myself on Black Metal. Your definition of it doesn't make it end all, be all. Music has a freedom to be whatever it wants to be so if I want to listen to this..." She picked up an album and held it up.

"Then it doesn't have to mean death and destruction." Oystein tried not to smirk at her as she held the album. He cleared his throat and she looked at the front of it seeing it was a Mayhem record.

"Oh for fucks sake." She put the record down in frustration.

"You know what the fuck I mean. I have empathy, I don't need flaunt suicide memorabilia to feel connected to something. I just feel it." She explained as Oystein came around the counter and walked towards her.

"You're right. I underestimated your knowledge of the genre. I apologize." She seemed surprised at his demeanor.

"Well...I also appreciate you being a man of your word and pissing off when I asked you. I'm moving on with my life and clearly so are you." She hadn't been standing this close to Oystein since she hit him. He nodded his head at her and picked the album back up holding it out to her.

"I don't need that." She put her hand up.

"Please...I just want you to-" She cut him off.

"I have one." She muttered. She looked anywhere but at him.

"You do?" He smiled. Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out a small envelope.

"Yeah I do. Look I've got to go to work, Hammed wanted me to give this to you to welcome you into the neighborhood. Don't abuse it just because you're you and you know I'm the one who has to deliver it." Y/n watched Oystein smile as he opened it to see a discount card.

"Don't feel special, he gives them to all the surrounding businesses." She crossed her arms over her chest and Oystein nodded.

"Let him know I appreciate it. Thank you for coming by and bringing me the flowers. I'm glad you came even though I know its the last place you want to be." He said seeing her finally look at him. She couldn't help but stare for just a moment before shaking her head.

"Your mustache looks fucking ridiculous." She wasn't going to leave without insulting him and he waited for her to leave before letting out a laugh. No matter how today went, he found hope that someday they would at least be able to be in the same place at the same time without her hating him.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #18/35

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baratiddyappreciator · 5 months

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hello.I apologize in advance for the translator😅 I recently came up with an idea for a mini story or Hanayama's headcannon. What if he has a girlfriend who had never been involved with the Yakuza before meeting our Kaoru? she is very devoted to him and wants to get a tattoo sleeve (with carp, flowers, etc., well, that usually happens to the Yakuza) .to prove to him that she is also strong (she could have suffered something psychologically difficult in the past, for example). and Kaoru was initially against this idea, because then she would have to hide her connection with the criminal world completely, hide her hands from shame. She would have done it secretly from the master who did the hanayame tattoo. At first, Kaoru was angry that she had to experience pain and ruin her skin, but in the end he was very touched by his girlfriend and realized that she was really his woman from head to toe.

Don't worry, I think you got your point across just fine! It sounds like a really interesting prompt, and I'm glad you shared it with me! I hope I lived up with your expectations, sorry it took me a while!

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She's soft. That's the first thing that Hanayama thinks when looking at his girl. She's soft and sweet and she's definitely not cut out for this lifestyle, and he has to protect her, because some of the people he deals with would eat her alive. And yet, despite her being told time and time again that his world is a dangerous one and that she'd be safer not getting involved with it, or with him, for that matter, she still insisted. She'd asked him over and over again for a tattoo, to join him in this lifestyle, and each time he'd told her no. He really should have realised that her determination would make her sneaky. Of course, he knows that she's strong, she wouldn't still be arguing him about the sleeve tattoo that she wanted to get if she wasn't strong, but her strength was different than his. She was strong because of what she'd gone through, though he didn't know the entire story, he could gather that she's had a rough life. He was strong naturally, a born protector and fighter, that's what the others had said.

He respected her strength, of course, he respected her, but some things he just wouldn't let her do for her own sake. He didn't want her getting hurt, tattoos like that couldn't be done entirely comfortably for someone that hadn't ever had one if they weren't prepared for the inevitable pain that would result from it. He just wanted to keep her safe. Anyone that saw that tattoo would know that she was with him, and weaker, more opportunistic people would take advantage of her loyalty to him to try and get to him. She would have to hide, she couldn't flaunt a tattoo like that. Not only would there be repercussions from the criminal world, but there could be problems in her every day life! Not to mention that if she didn't like it, it would cost her almost twice as much, if not three times, to get it removed or covered up! But she'd seemingly finally given up on the argument, on trying to get that tattoo.

Despite that, he still had an uneasy feeling all day after she'd left their home to go about her day. She'd said she had errands to run and that she would be home before dark, and he could respect that, he knew that they needed to make a grocery run for a while now, but things kept popping up and getting groceries when they didn't really eat in that often was put on the back burner. The worry stuck with him all day, even once he arrived home. He didn't know what point she'd been home, but the fridge was stocked, groceries had been gotten and put away, the house was clean, no sign of a struggle. He had to find things to do while he waited for her to come home, so he eventually just wound up watching the news, though he wasn't really absorbing any of what was being reported on, it wasn't anything interesting. His knee bounced anxiously the entire time as the minutes ticked by, the sun slowly starting to sink over the horizon.

It wasn't until the door clicked open that he could feel a sense of ease as she stepped into the entryway, taking off her shoes, though her movements were careful, and she kept one side of her body facing away from him. His suspicions were up immediately, so after a moment of him watching her and her going about her routine after coming home, he spoke up.

"Hey." She jumped a little, but she still smiled at him as she always did.

"Hey! How was your day?"

"Fine. What did you do while I was gone? Looks like you were busy." He said, nodding at the now full fridge.

"Oh, just some basic personal errands, I met up with an old friend and a colleague, we talked, hung out for a bit. I know it's a bit late, but it took forever to finish saying goodbye." She rambled, and his eyes narrowed at the gray smudge on her hand.

"What's on your hand?" He simply asked, and she froze like a deer in headlights. His brows furrowed, concern lacing his voice. "Did you get hurt or something?"

"No, I uh... I..." She was hesitating, not meeting his eyes, her own darting around the room. A simply quirk of his brow was all it took for her to let out a shaky breath. "So uh, promise you won't be mad?" She asked, and his frown deepened as she walked up and held out her arm. There it was. A fresh sleeve, already unwrapped and cleaned, still red and raw, but already healing. He recognized that handywork, it was across his own back after all. For a moment, he was angry. "I know you didn't want me to get it, and I know I said I gave up on it, I understand why you didn't want me to get it, but I'm a grown woman! I can make my own decisions! And I'm choosing you, Hanayama! I want to be by your side, even if it means being in a gang!" She began, her voice shaking a little.

"Seriously? A whole sleeve? You went to him for a whole sleeve?" He asked, and she winced. "Why would you put yourself through that?!" He demanded, and she looked away, fidgeting with her fingernails, the skin there already raw and irritated, she'd clearly been doing that all day. "Do you really think that I'd be happy about you hurting yourself like that?" He demanded, and she glared up at him, her jaw set.

"I did it because I wanted to, Hanayama!" She snapped, poking a finger into his chest. "I did it because I want to prove to everyone that sees this that I am yours and yours alone, I'm by your side for all of it, no matter what! I did this because it's what I want for me! Even if we break up in the future, I still want to be by your side because you mean so much to me!" There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and he paused, watching one fall. Oh. He was the one that had hurt her this time. Not the needles, not the fear. He had upset her by not having faith in her. Wordlessly, he held out his hand, and she hesitated.

"Lemme see it, at least. I can't get a good look with you waving your arm around like that." He rumbled, and she put her hand in his. He didn't want to touch it, not yet, he knew that was bad for the healing process, and he didn't want to mar her tattoo with his hands. The colours were delicate, the lines flowing smoothly as a carp wove through some flowers on her arm. Good craftsmanship, fantastic workmanship. He knew that the old man knew what he was doing, but still, pride swelled in his chest that his girl had some of, if not the best art on her skin. "Looks good. Old man hasn't lost his touch yet. Suits you." He said, earning a startled look, before he sheepishly looked away, dropping her hand to stuff his in his pockets.

"...What? You don't hate it?" She asked, puzzled, and he sighed, shaking his head.

"Nah, I couldn't. It's objectively good work on a beautiful canvas, and it really does suit you. I just... I just wish you hadn't done it all in one sitting, that couldn't have felt nice. I didn't want you getting hurt." His voice took on a softer tone, something more sincere, before he paused and smirked slightly. "Plus, you're going to hate it when it starts peeling. Worst itch ever." He said, earning a scoff as she playfully punched his arm.

"Oh please! It can't be that bad!" She laughed, the tense atmosphere completely vanishing. Yeah, that was his girl alright. Soft, sweet, and a hell of a lot more stubborn than he gave her credit for. She was tough alright, and he loved her for all of it.

#baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #baki dou #grappler baki #baki rahen #hanayama kaoru #hanayama x reader #hanayama x OC #female reader #female pronouns

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creepy-friday · 1 year

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Ooommgggg the drama with the Fem! Proxy Headcannons is so juicy 😭🔥

So let me get this straight,

EJ is poetic with his love, the sits in the the rain and stares at you longily type of guy. He is absolutely the type of guy to get on one knee and kiss the back of your hand, or murmur how he doesn't deserve you while nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

Toby has more of a puppy love, desperate for your affection and often goes into either disturbingly dark or surprisingly wholesome ways to get it. Definitely enjoys lying in a meadow with you, maybe making some jokes or perhaps even doing things he used to do before becoming a proxy.

Hoodie has a more darker tone to his love, on one hand he views you as something interesting to pass the time with. But soon his love becomes more predatory, wanting to keep that sweet innocence and attention all for himself, wrapping his arms around you and always guiding you to go where he wants you too. Even when he's cold and distant he still thinks about you. Kind of like a player gone wrong type thing.

And Masky...man I don't even know what to say about this guy 😰

At least this is what I interpreted from your headcannons :D

Yessss,you got them right! I'm glad you enjoy them,I have more content to write😈 haha

Masky's complicated.He's the type of guy to trashtalk you to others but to get mad if someone would say something explicit about you (except for Hoodie.Exceptions have been made)

He's rough yet capable enough to know when to loosen up in order to get you to open up to him.

He would put you in a bad situation just to flaunt his power,but he would also get you out when you're getting too stressed for his liking

Masky's feelings would be too toxic to be called "love" yet too suspicious to be called "hate".

His feelings are contradictory and messed up,a lot of twisted thoughts are tangled up in his sick head.The only way trough them is to cut them loose~

#creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #headcanons #brian thomas #brian thomas x reader #brian x reader #marble hornets x reader #y/n #tim wright x reader #masky x reader #toby x reader #eyeless jack x reader #tim wright

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leafwateraddict · 3 months

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ooooh hazbin hotel? what do u think of adam? :0

I love to hate him but I also like to think he’s super insecure lol. I want to comfort him but also throw him at the wall for the shit he’s pulled

Hmmmm

Initially I wanted to punch him. So many times. Maybe waterboard him a little bit.

Now I still want to do that but... I'm analyzing him as a character. I'm interested to know of his experience on earth and in heaven.

Spoilers (I guess?)↓↓

He obviously think’s hes better than everyone on some level, and that has to come from being the first mortal soul. He practically parades that fact at every given opportunity. He acts all high and mighty about it like he’s the authority on knowing what gets you into heaven. But being the first isn't always the best.

I feel like, because he was the first, he has an entirely skewed idea of what good and bad is. Hell, this dude doesn't even have a clue as to what would require someone to get into heaven besides what he did when he was alive. (despite the fact he loves to act like he does) And he's not exactly the best example himself. There's not much of an effect you can cause on the world/others when you're literally the first and there aren't many of you.

Besides, what criteria would there be to have him accepted into heaven when he was literally the first guy to ever exist??

Idk i just feel like we’re missing alot of information about him. Like, where is Eve? Why is Adam in heaven and not hell when he also disobeyed by eating the fruit of knowledge and got kicked out of the Garden of Eden? That’s how the story goes right? What force is driving the decisions for which souls are sent where? The angels, (Atleast the ones who were in court.. though i suspect its more than that considering Sera’s expression when Emily questions it) don’t know what deems a soul worthy of being in heaven, so who does? Theres so many unanswered questions.

I also feel like Adam only had the idea for exterminations to be a thing so he could flaunt the amount of power he has over Lucifer’s realm, not to prevent any kind of “uprising” against heaven. Also he obviously overcompensates by talking about how many women he’s been with because he got cucked twice. (Lmao)

Basically he’s an asshole and I’m glad Nifty stabbed him.

Also hoping he somehow respawns in hell as a demon so we can get to know more about him.

#also where tf is Eve???#like weve got lucifer lilith adam #where tf is Eve???#shouldnt she technically be in hell because she accepted lucifers gift??#I’m also curious to know if God is even a factor in this universe?#like we haven’t gotten any mention of him theres just… the higher angels i guess #i nEED ANSWERS #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam

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khujoor · 10 months

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CH. I / LOVE ME, OR NOT.

wc . 1.3k

a/n . tired

taglist . @bloomingheartz @silvsie

"Here, it's only five coins. You bragged about being wealthy, right? You can afford it," you spoke to the middle-aged man who was flaunting off his wealth and riches to anyone he believed couldn't afford anything. Yet, his face seemed to twitch when you claimed a ribbon to only be five coins. "This is from Liyue, of course it's expensive! I came all the way here to Mondstadt for what?"

"This is over-priced! You expect me to pay for this?" He argued, refusing to pay you money as he held the ribbon tightly in his hand. "I'm associated with Prince Diluc and Prince Kaeya, so surely you can give me a discount?"

You sighed, rubbing your temple out of frustration. Who was this man, and who did he think he was? "I got all of these from Lady Ningguang, someone who works very closely to Emperor Zhongli. Doesn't that seem reasonable enough?" You would've gladly negotiated a better price. In fact, you would have sold one for three coins if he wasn't so rude.

"And?" He was obviously flustered, not expecting you to have gotten these from Lady Ningguang, one of Liyue's most important faces. "Don't you feel so foolish for selling at an unacceptable price? Most of this empire cannot afford to buy such luxurious items!" He yelled, causing other people to turn towards the two of you, whispering to their own friends.

"Just say you cannot afford it, and I'll gladly lower the price for you. Put the ribbon down if you will not pay." He scoffed, finally throwing the ribbon onto the table. "It was hardly expensive..." You mumbled, sighing once again. You turn around for a moment to look at the paper of all of your sales today, instantly boosting your mood.

"Surely you'll give me a discount?" The familiar voice spoke, causing you to turn your head to see a close friend.

"Childe!" You exclaimed, glad to see someone familiar in a land so foreign.

"That would be Duke Tartaglia to you," he teased.

"This ribbon... five coins, right? I'll give you ten," he tossed a small bag onto the table, making sure it didn't get in the way of other items. He held up the ribbon, admiring the embroidery on it. "This would be perfect for Lady Lumine, but I doubt her brother likes me."

"It's okay. If you were in such a relationship with my sister, I'd be cautious of you as well." You picked up the bag, taking a quick peek inside. "Thank you for supporting my business, my dear Duke," you spoke in a sarcastic tone, still thankful for his support. "Will you stay here with me? Perhaps we may gossip like Ayato's concubines."

"I doubt he would appreciate you referring him so casually. However, I have plenty of time to spare, so I see why not." He got under the table to be on the same side as you, sitting on the top of another. "I heard rumors the princes of Mondstadt are roaming around here. Perhaps you'll be blessed that they choose to shop here."

"What Ayato appreciates is not an important matter to me. He should've learned that the moment he became associated with me. Also, that man was claiming to be associated with the princes. Do you by any chance recognize him?"

"I am afraid I do not. He was probably a commoner, one that was just a bit more wealthy than average." He spoke with pure boredom in his voice, as if the topic was something of no interest whatsoever to him.

"When will you return to Liyue?"

"Great question," you stopped for a moment, deciding between ignoring him, giving a serious answer, or giving him a sarcastic answer. "Perhaps I will get married to a rich foreign man first, then I shall return to Liyue," you spoke in a voice that made it difficult to differentiate whether you were joking or not.

"Your plan sounds wonderful. If I cannot marry Lumine and you cannot marry a foreign man, we may get married, and I will share all of my riches to you," you almost laughed at his serious tone, amused by his response.

"Sounds lovely," you hummed, smiling.

"Excuse me? You're selling these items, correct?" A man asked you, standing with another person. Both wore cloths that practically covered their faces, making them blend in almost perfectly with thieves.

"We would like to buy this full row of ribbons," the other spoke, not allowing you to reply to their previous statement.

"Yes, I am. Are you sure? Considering each costs around five coins, and there's ten ribbon, you'd be paying fifty coins," You looked at the two, worried if they were about to steal what you had in stock.

"(Y/N).. I believe those two are the princes," Childe whispered into your ear before going back to his previous position, making you stiffen up immediately.

"Are you assuming we wouldn't be able to pay?" One of the two asked, clearly impatient.

"No, um, I just never had such a big purchase..? Most people tend to argue with me about the prices as well. Would... Would you like these packed?" You asked, watching as they nodded together. "Childe, put them neatly in those boxes for me. May I take your payment?"

"I'm a Duke. Must you be making me do such labor?" He complained but still got up to help you with the purchase. You saw how the two looked at each other when Childe mentioned being a Duke, making you worried. Thieves or princes?

"Here," one handed a bag of coins, you starting to quickly check if they paid the full amount. Fifty coins exactly. "Where did you get the ribbons? They are not from somewhere cheap, correct?"

"Of course they aren't!" You said, a bit offended, but chose not to have that tone held in your voice. "These were all gifted to me by Lady Ningguang, one of Emperor Zhongli's closest companions. I was allowed to sell all of these as my normal items were not able to be sent on time to me."

"I see," the both stayed silent other than the frequent eye contact.

"Here are all of your ribbons. Have a nice day," Childe said, handing the ribbons, all neatly folded into beautiful boxes. The two took their items away, not saying another word. "Sure, they may have been the princes, but weren't they a bit rude? No thank yous whatsoever. I'm glad we live in Liyue, under Emperor Zhongli's rule."

"Oh, please. If the Emperor was a woman, you would've tried to make her fall in love with you."

"Anyone would do the same."

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"Diluc, do you think that was Duke Tartaglia from Liyue?" Kaeya spoke, stuffing his face with food, forgetting about manners considering no one else was around.

"I doubt it. Why would he spend his time helping a merchant? They can coincidentally share the same name. Mind your manners, Kaeya. I'd prefer not to lose my appetite."

"She mentioned Lady Ningguang. She has barely any acquaintances, according to the rumors, she thinks very highly to herself," Kaeya spoke, ignoring Diluc's remarks regarding his eating habits.

"And you believed her?" Diluc scoffed. "Merchants are ones to almost never be believed. We got the ribbons for the candidates of women who will be competing to become wedded to one of us, I doubt they would care where it originated from. All they would care about is who gifted it to them, which would be us.

"But he looked exactly like the Duke, I met him on my trip to Liyue."

"Even so, it does not matter. Duchess Jean is more important to us than Duke Tartaglia," Diluc spoke in a bored tone, acting as if he couldn't care less of what Kaeya thought.

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My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 16: Mercedes/Dedue)

Mercedes: If I were someone else, perhaps a commoner without a Crest or stature, maybe things would be different. It's a bit sad, but…this is the way things have to be. After all, only the goddess can decide our fates.

Each character in the Blue Lions was a victim of Faerghus's patriarchal culture. Mercedes was adopted for the purpose of being married off for her Crest. The Crest of Lamine is associated with the arcana of Judgement. It represents an important decision that needs to be made regarding love and romance. It also symbolizes a solution to a protracted problem, and a feeling of freedom.

Mercedes was separated from her brother at a young age and had to make a new life for herself in the Kingdom. What got her through those hard times was the support of the church. That's why her dream was to work there to help people, just as they did for her. But doing so would be difficult if she married a nobleman.

Mercedes: Though, just because two people share a promise, that doesn't guarantee they'll be together forever. You've noticed many nobles at the academy, right? They very rarely have the freedom to choose their own partners.

Mercedes had a lot in common with Ingrid. She did not want to give up on her dream to be used as a broodmare for her Crest, like her mother was. However, she felt like she had no choice.

Byleth: You can't just give up on your dreams. Mercedes: That's a very good point! We're only given one life, so we must do all we can to pursue our happiness! OK! I think that may have been just the push I was looking for! I'll tell him the truth. That I've found a life worth pursuing and I must decline the proposal! Maybe I should tell him I've fallen for someone else?

Mercedes had difficulty standing up to her adoptive father. She was willing to lie to him by telling him that she had fallen for someone else. That might explain many of her pairing options.

Ferdinand: You baffle me. Do you not wish to be free? Mercedes: Of course I do. Let me try that again in a way you might understand. Ahem. A true noble cuts their own path, seizing freedom from the clutches of tyranny!

I suspect that the reason she rejected Ferdinand's help to sever ties with her adoptive father was because she wasn't sure if his gesture was an attempt to woo her. She wasn't sure if she would have the will to decline if he proposed. In their paired ending, she severs ties with her adoptive father and marries him immediately after the war. She lives the traditional life of a noble wife while her husband is recognized for his achievements.

Mercedes: I don't care to flaunt my noble past or my Crest. I have no desire to return to that status. Lorenz: Then, if I may speak hypothetically a moment… Does that mean that if a nobleman were to offer you his hand in marriage, you would decline? Mercedes: Not at all. That's a separate matter entirely. Even if I were to fall in love, regardless of their social status… I'm not looking to marry right now.

Even by the end of their A-Support, she still didn't seem to like Lorenz very much. She was unusually sarcastic with him. And she specifically said she wasn't ready to marry even if she was in love. But it is still possible that she will marry Lorenz immediately after the war. It shows how difficult it was for her to deviate from her path.

Mercedes: …No, I'm glad. I feel like I saw your true face for the first time. …Hey, Sylvain. Would you be able to save me from the curse of my Crest? Sylvain: I…I'll save you! With my heart and soul! I love you! Great! Let's get married!

Mercedes also had a lot in common with Sylvain, and the two actually became close friends. They are both Gemini, the zodiac sign which is thought to be two-faced because of their natural duality.

Mercedes: Don't be ashamed of crying. I'm here to protect you. Will you protect me in return? Sylvain: I will. I promise. You know, Mercedes, you really are a special lady.

Because Mercedes was able to empathize with his pain, he let the mask slip with her, and she saw his other face. Because of that, she was also the only character to see him cry. She wanted him to save her from her arranged marriage, and she had a genuine desire to save him from that fate, too. So, she is one of the very few women Sylvain is able to marry and have a paired ending with.

Mercedes: You're much the same, yes? People like us have to try to bloom as best we can. Sylvain: Never really thought of myself as a flower, but I get what you're saying. Flowers are stuck in the same spot for life, whether they like it or not. And if they happen to sprout in a bad area, they're out of luck. But we have legs, not roots. We can go wherever we want.

But Hopes does a good job of showing why that's not the ideal solution to their problems. Even if she did marry him, she would prefer to be doing charity work rather than living the life of a nobleman's wife. Sylvain was fine with that, but Mercedes did not want to stand in the way of him marrying the person he truly loved.

Sylvain: To be perfectly clear, I'm not making advances on your or anything. But I'm the heir of House Gautier. If I ask you, this other guy will have no choice but to bow out. Though I doubt he'd be happy about it. After that, you can do whatever you want. Go work at a church or ladle out soup or whatever makes you happy. I won't stop you. Mercedes: But that would prevent you from marrying the person you love.

She didn't realize that Sylvain didn't want to get married in the first place. He would be marrying her because she offered him a loophole to his own predicament. With her as his wife, he could fulfill his noble obligation, but still be able to live freely. They cared for each other and shared mutual respect, but neither of them seemed like they would have considered marrying the other without their fathers pushing them into an arranged marriage.

Mercedes: And before that, when I lived with my mother and my little brother. It also reminds me of the time I spent studying with friends at the school of sorcery in the capital. Things may not have been easy then, but I would give anything to return to those days.

The tagline for the game was, "Sweet memories twisted by time's cruel hand". The best option for Mercedes might seem like recruiting her into Crimson Flower and reuniting her with her brother.

Mercedes & Jeritza Once those who slither in the dark were finally defeated, Mercedes left home and opened a small orphanage in the Faerghus region with her mother. After many years of kind service raising children who had lost their families, she received a letter bearing familiar handwriting. Its author, a prisoner in Enbarr, expressed his sincerest well-wishes to Mercedes and her family. Still more time passed until, one day, the man who wrote the letter paid her a visit. With joyful tears in her eyes, Mercedes smiled, took Emile by the hand, and at last welcomed him home.

And their ending is certainly touching. I was never really a big fan of it, though, because Jeritza's condition is resolved without any explanation. In Mercedes' paralogue, the Death Knight said his soul had long departed. He was not fully in control of himself, which is why he continued to fight on the opposite side from his sister. Before this DLC update, it had been implied that Emile had probably been experimented on like the Remire villagers. He was barely human anymore and it was impossible for him to return to normal.

Mercedes: It's sad, but the truth is that people forget. You may be afraid to forget your past, but you'll never be able to revisit it. Living in the present is the best we can do. We owe it to those who can't come back. Dimitri: If someone had said those words to me five years ago, I would be a different man today.

As sad as it is, Mercedes had a stronger character arc in AM where she had to accept that she's unable to return to the past.

Annette: You know, I've always loved you more than anything in the world! Mercedes: My, is that…a confession of love? Hehe, I'm so happy~. Annette: Uh, um, I wanted to say I love the sweets you bake more than anything in the world! Mercedes: Oh, is that so... Well, I love you, Annie.

Other than Emile, Annette was the most important person to Mercedes. In their A-Support they both confessed their love for each other. While it did seem like the bisexual Mercedes may have loved her beyond friendship (particularly in the Japanese), Annette seemed insistent on emphasizing her platonic love.

Annette & Mercedes After the war, Annette and Mercedes lived separate lives: the former as a teacher at the school of sorcery in Fhirdiad, the latter as a cleric at Garreg Mach. Though they lived apart, they exchanged letters so frequently and shared their lives with one another in such detail that it was as though they were side by side. After many decades, they resigned their respective positions and reunited at Garreg Mach. In their final years, they relocated to a modest house in the Fortress City. It is said that they were happy together to the very end.

They will not be life partners even if you go for their paired ending. While they do keep in touch, they'll live completely separate lives until retirement age. It's a slightly bittersweet ending, showing how, as we get older and pursue different life paths, things don't always stay the same. I don't consider it to be the most satisfying ending for either of them. Still, the fact that Mercedes will move away from her best friend shows how important it was to her to pursue her dream.

Mercedes: I just don't want to let go of the life that I've made for myself. I know it's not what my heart wants, but I don't have the strength to say no.

After Garreg Mach fell, Mercedes returned home to the Kingdom capital and joined the merchant business. She told Byleth that she didn't want to give up the life she made for herself in Fhirdiad.

Annette: Since our time in the capital, so much has happened. We've had to make new lives for ourselves, and we've seen at least as many hard times as good. If things keep changing like this, I wonder if we'll be able to stay the same people we are now…

And Annette also didn't want things between them to change by starting completely new lives again, which is what happens in their paired ending.

Dimitri: My own dreams… I have never given it any thought. What about you? What do you want, Mercedes? Mercedes: I want to keep sewing and training with you, even after you've become king. I want to be your friend.

Mercedes even wanted to stay friends with Dimitri after the war, which would only be possible if she kept her old life in the capital.

Mercedes: I'm going to Fhirdiad to meet with my adoptive father, and I'd like you to accompany me. Byleth: What for? Mercedes: I feel the need to set things straight with him in my own way. I've already decided exactly what I'm going to say. I'm choosing to live my life how I want, in pursuit of my own happiness. I need you to accept that. I'm in charge of my own destiny. Not you, not anyone else. Just me. Ah… I've waited so long to say all that.

The best thing for her would be to sever ties with her adoptive father, without the excuse of already having a fiancé. She always left her fate in the hands of the goddess or people above her. But her character arc was about acting of her own free will.

Dimitri: Do you remember the child who cursed me after my father's funeral? Dedue: Ah, yes. I believe he was the son of a knight who fell in Duscur. Dimitri: He was furious that I would not take revenge on your people, and even more enraged to see you serving as my vassal. He berated me without mercy, demanding I kill you then and there. All I could do was walk away. Everyone desires revenge for that day. Survivors and the dead alike cry out for retribution.

Dimitri was also a victim of Faerghus's violent patriarchal culture. He was expected to carry out vengeance for the Tragedy of Duscur. His violent urges were encouraged and rewarded by the society he grew up in. At times, he was chilled to the bone by the depravity of his own actions, such as suppressing a rebellion.

Dedue: When I stood before those soldiers and their swords that day, I was prepared to die. But then you suddenly appeared, and you shielded me. I knew then that a savior's hand could reach into even the deepest darkness.

Dedue was the biggest victim of Farghus's retaliatory violence. His moniker is "Taciturn Devotee". A devotee is a person who strongly admires a particular person. But it can also mean a strong believer in a particular religion or god. It probably would not be an exaggeration to state that Dedue saw Dimitri as the Fódlan goddess.

Dedue: And I would cast it aside in an instant if my death were to your benefit. For that reason, I cannot consider myself your friend. There are still many in the Kingdom who despise the people of Duscur. It would be selfish of me to stand by your side as an equal.

Many people interpreted his feelings for Dimitri as having a romantic aspect to them. I certainly wouldn't reject that interpretation. After all, by reaching out his hand, Dimitri served the same role that Byleth did for him.

Dedue: You promised me you would build a Kingdom that is proud to boast of Duscur blood. In this Kingdom, where there is no distinction between the people of Duscur and the people of Fódlan… Will I finally, without reservation, be able to call you my friend? Will I…Dimitri? Dimitri: Dedue… Yes, you will call me your friend, again and again. No matter how many hardships I must endure… Dedue: I will do all I can to bring about that world as well. To be your friend…is what I have always wanted.

During their A-Support, we learned that Dimitri made a promise to Dedue before they attended the Officer's Academy.

Dimitri & Dedue After his coronation, Dimitri assumed the throne of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and his loyal vassal, Dedue, remained ever at his side. Among Dimitri's achievements was the reconciliation with Duscur: an extraordinary effort that required extensive negotiations to get past a history of betrayal and oppression. It was a trying task, but Dimitri never once considered giving up. While they behaved as lord and vassal in public, it is said that Dimitri and Dedue were more like family in private. When Dimitri finally fell to illness, Dedue tended to his liege's deathbed, and then took up a post at his grave for the rest of his days. When the time came, they were buried beside each other.

Their paired ending emphasizes Dimitri's efforts reconciling with Duscur and how he never gave up. But it does not specify whether the Duscur people were able to proudly live alongside people from Fódlan without distinction. In fact, because Dedue had to behave as a vassal in public, it implies that there was still hostility between Duscur and the Kingdom for the majority of Dimitri's reign. Dedue only gets to stand by Dimitri's side as an equal in death.

Also, there was no mention of Dedue's efforts bringing about the world he wanted to see. It only mentions him serving Dimitri for his entire life as a subordinate, then guarding his grave for the rest of his days. It is not that different from his solo ending, and I don't think it's a particularly satisfying ending for Dedue.

Dedue: I would regretfully decline. I cannot know happiness without you by my side. I would still seek vengeance. Just… for my own sake, not yours. Dimitri: Interesting. And nothing I say to the contrary will change your mind? Dedue: Your Majesty, can you not live for your own sake? Dimitri: My life is not my own. It belongs to my kingdom, my people, and the dead.

Neither Dimitri or Dedue knew how to live for themselves, and neither could live without the other.

Dedue: I…can still fight, Your Highness. Dimitri: Shut up and retreat. You must live, Dedue.

During his boar phase, Dimitri was willing to mow down any of his old classmates, even if they were not his enemies. And he was willing to send all of his friends and allies to their deaths, too. The single exception was Dedue. He is the only person Dimitri tells to retreat at Gronder Field. And Dedue will live only to seek vengeance.

Dedue: Ngh… I'm not finished yet! Dimitri: Fall back, Dedue! Please! I cannot afford to lose you!

In Scarlet Blaze, Dimitri also begs him to retreat in the Valley of Torment. Dedue would have gladly fought to the death, but Dimitri personally made sure he didn't. It was because he cherished Dedue so much that he wanted him to live for his own happiness.

Dedue: Someday, I hope to show you a whole landscape of these flowers in full bloom. Byleth: You mean Duscur? Dedue: Yes. Once this conflict is over, and His Highness ascends the throne, I believe it can be done. You must live at least until then. Understood? Byleth: Same to you. Dedue: That's true enough. I had not thought much of my own life, until now. Except that I would gladly cast it aside for His Highness. That is still true, but now I desire to see the end of this war. Until I can show you the fields of Duscur in bloom… I will go on living.

Other than Dimitri, the only other thing that gave Dedue a reason to live was showing Byleth the flowers of Duscur in bloom.

Dedue: When I left the capital, I told His Majesty that I would be leaving his service. Byleth: What?! Dedue: He accepted my decision with a smile.

If you go for Dedue's paired ending with Byleth, you learn that if Dedue were to leave Dimitri's service, he would accept with a smile. And I think Dedue has a better character arc if he is able to grow past his codependence on Dimitri and find his own reason to live.

Dedue: To Duscur? There is nothing of interest left there. Mercedes: Isn't it where you were born? And isn't it where your wonderful food and stories come from? I think those are reason enough to visit at least once! Dedue: Mercedes… If you will allow it, I would like to accompany you. His Highness would surely grant me leave to go.

When Mercedes asked Dedue what his plans were after the war, he said it was to serve Dimitri for the rest of his days. And in most of his endings, that's exactly what he does, even if he's married. Going with her to Duscur and praying to the gods (and goddesses) of his own culture changed his entire fate. That's probably why his ending with Mercedes is so different compared to all of his others.

Mercedes: I think a place is only truly destroyed when there's no one left to remember it. You should tell more people about Duscur to keep it alive.

The whole relationship between Mercedes and Dedue revolved around the idea that they could keep their loved ones alive through their memories. He taught her many things about his culture, and she taught him a family recipe that would have otherwise been forgotten.

Dedue: I understand how you feel. I had a younger sister. Sylvain: Had? Oh. Tell me about her. What was she like? Dedue: Hm. She loved flowers, and often made crowns out of them. And once she set her mind to something, nothing in the world could change it.

I really loved their Support in Hopes. It felt exactly like a post-Houses version of their relationship after they had travelled to Duscur and fallen in love. There are rarely any times where Dedue seems happier than when teaching her and the kids to make flower crowns, in memory of his sister. They seem like a married teacher couple, too.

Dedue & Mercedes Two years after the war, Dedue and his wife, Mercedes, opened a school in the Duscur residential district in Fhirdiad. The school educated Duscur children, who had never been given structured learning before, in reading, writing, arithmetic, and even Duscur history. Many years later, when the Duscur people reclaimed their homeland, the people who attended this school were able to resettle there and revive their old culture. Because of this, Dedue and Mercedes were forever renowned by the Duscur.

This is the only ending where Dimitri's promise to Dedue is actually fulfilled, as it mentions the Duscur people having their own district in Fhirdiad. And it just so happens that this is the only paired ending (besides the one with Byleth) where Dedue isn't described as a vassal. He is still living in the capital, so we can assume that he and Dimitri are close friends. But they live as equals. Dedue has his own life now and his own achievements are renowned.

In Hopes, Mercedes said she wanted to go back to Fhirdiad, but not live with her adoptive father. This is the only ending (other than with Dimitri) where she can live her dream, help those in need, and stay in Fhirdiad with her other friends. With Dedue, they get married two years after the war. So, she clearly didn't marry him just to escape her arranged marriage. Dedue and Mercedes bonded over their sense of loss, but they used that pain to keep Duscur alive, so I think it's the absolute best conclusion to their character arcs.

#fe3h #fe3h meta #dedue molinaro #mercedes von martritz #mercedue

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My rewatch of The John Larroquette Show (so far)

In my effort to keep my Larroquette obsession thriving, I've recently started a rewatch of The John Larroquette Show. Like Night Court (which I rewatched in 2022), I remember watching this show when it originally aired.

But unlike Night Court, my memory of most of the episodes is a bit fuzzy. I remember the main characters and their personalities just fine, but not so much what happens in terms of the storyline.

Regardless, I'm enjoying the rewatch, and I'm pleasantly surprised by how much the show holds up over time, how evergreen the topics are, and how strong the jokes are. Seriously. They are constantly telling jokes that I swear are as old as vaudeville, but they kill in terms of laughs from the audience and from me as well.

Example: In s2e8 "The Book of Rachel," Mayim Bialik guest stars as a young hippie-ish woman named Rachel who shows up in hopes of finding out if John Hemingway (JL's character) is her real dad. She's narrowed down the search to 3 men who knew her mom, who was living wild and free back in the '70s, around that time.

When John asks how her mother's doing, Rachel says, "She's doing pretty good. She's been clean for about 5 years now." John, a recovering alcoholic who's been sober for 1 year, says, "That's great! So no more drugs and booze, huh?" And Rachel says, "Oh no, there's still plenty of drugs and booze. She's just been clean for 5 years."

I'm not telling it very well in writing, but I swear to you, that joke is funny as hell, and Mayim and JL's delivery is perfection. Plus, it got a huge laugh from the audience, which speaks to its timeless nature.

Anyway, I just wanted to share a thought or two on the show so far. (I'm on episode 12 of Season 2, just in case anyone wants to know the context.)

Here are some random thoughts I've had so far:

Like Night Court, the show does a solid job of mixing comedy and drama. The first season is a bit more drama heavy because they dealt more with the recovery storyline, but I think it still worked and the whole concept is still pretty daring (i.e., revolving around the unglamorous lives of people who work in and around a bus station at night) even compared to today's sitcoms, which still tend to play it safe.

JL's hair in the first season is absurdly long. Or at least it gets to be absurdly long about halfway through the season. And it's not a good look. Not because he looks bad with long hair, but because it looks like it takes a lot of upkeep. And a man who is working 3rd shift at a bus station and lives in a halfway house/SRO building doesn't seem like he'd have a strict hair care regimen to make it appear perfectly tamed at all time. Seriously, at one point I had to ask out loud, "I wonder if they curl the ends with a curling iron or do they use rollers?"

This may be the first TV show I ever saw Chi McBride in. Despite seeing him on plenty of TV shows and films over the years, I never knew he had such a lovely singing voice. I'm glad they gave him a chance to share his singing talent. His version of "Danny Boy" in season 1 was very good.

The 2 corrupt police officers who blatantly flaunt their bias and awfulness are both funny and a great commentary on what was happening in America at the time (i.e., the Rodney King police beating, and the aftermath of the verdict was still very fresh in everyone's minds then). Sadly, it is an evergreen topic for the U.S., but I think it says a lot about the writers for TJLS that they attacked the subject so openly and didn't shy away of being critical of police or lampooning them. I don't think a modern American sitcom would approach the subject so brazenly and unapologetically today. JL has said in a number of interviews that the show was kind of ahead of its time. And I'm inclined to agree with him, at least in some areas.

It's so cool going back to watch old TV shows and catching actors who have now become bigger names in the business. I just watched an episode with Jane Lynch working as a mental health care professional. Of course, this was way before she found success on Glee and The 40-Year-Old Virgin.

Does JL manage to work in a reference to Samuel Beckett into everything he works on starting with this series? It's starting to function as his own career Easter egg at this point. I'm not complaining. Just wondering.

I know Don Reo created the show, but I suspect JL had a small amount of his life's adventures and details shape the John Hemingway character (like the Beckett references, his running commentary on anything that happened in the 1960s, his openness about being friends with anyone from any background, etc.). But the only way to truly know this is for JL to 1) tell us in Q&As or interviews, or 2) write an autobiography already, dammit!

In s2e1 "Changes," JL sits down in a chair by swinging his leg over the back of it, and I immediately thought of the Riker Maneuver. I know JL did it before Jonathan Frakes on TNG, but it will always be the Riker Maneuver to me.

Another way the show was ahead of its time was in its portrayal of sex workers and trans people. Most of the time, it's played for comedy on the show (I mean, it is a sitcom after all), but there's a very real attempt to share stories of Carly, Teddi and Pat that are humanizing. Teddi and Pat are trans sex workers, but they are accepted by most (not the male cop) and aren't just the butt of jokes. They even get included in simple things like group poker games and asked to watch the lunch counter when Dexter runs off to do something or other. That might seem like not a big deal, but at that time (the mid-90s), most inclusion of hookers and trans folks on TV usually involved heavy drama like trying to save them from their lives or begrudgingly acknowledging that they were a part of society with disdain and ridicule. And the overall acceptance of Carly as a friend and possible love interest without trying to save her or judge her was also a bit ahead of its time. And when there were moments of judgment, they were faced head on and challenged.

#john larroquette #the john larroquette show #fandom #i don't have a problem #you have a problem

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Douma x Reader

Part 2

(Interactive game)

AFAB reader

Choice made:~

"Say goodmorning and thank him for saving you"

Warnings: violence [Only in Douma's twisted little head though]

"Goodmorning!"

You seemed to straighten up, your shoulders stiff, as if saying goodmoring to your teacher at school or something.

He continues staring at you with his multicolored beautiful eyes

"I- I just wanted to say, thank you so much for saving me... I was surely done for last night if you hadn't shown up..."

He looks at you for a bit, his smile gone, a cute, curious expression having taken its place.

"You're welcome! I only did the right thing!"

He said in a cheerful voice. That voice though, it had a sinister undertone to it. Like there were other plans in his head for you. And let me tell you, there sure as hell were. So many thoughs. Demons don't need to sleep, so in what free time he had, he was thinking about you.

He believed he'd struck gold when he found you. Just a beautiful jewel lying there, in the white snow. He probably wouldn't even have noticed you if it weren't for your heavy, dark clothes.

Now, he had one final decision to make. And that was whether to eat you or not.

He wanted to eat you whole, and maybe display your soft, soft, (h/c) hair somewhere in his room. Your marechi blood only making his temptations worse. But, keeping you just seems so much funner. He didn't just want to immediately use you up as soon as he got you.

Shivers went down your spine as you noticed his smile curl back up.

Douma speaks again,

"You're still sick. You had a really bad fever last night, did you know that?"

"Yeah...I figured my throat and lungs still hurt. But I feel much better. Did you call a doctor for me...?"

You asked, wondering how a stranger could be so wonderfully kind.

"Oh, yes! I've got a doctor working right here at the mansion. So don't worry, it didn't cost much. I'm just glad you're alright."

His fangs were flaunted in his smile.

"Wait, I'm at a mansion? I mean, this guy does look rich." You thought to yourself before realizing he had fangs. You were a little scared. Glad to be alive of course, and very grateful to the man in front of you. But something about this whole situation brushed you in a wrong way. It was all shady as hell.

"Sometimes I wonder how some people can be so kind. You have no idea how grateful i am to you sir"

You say with utter respect before adding-

"But I feel alright enough to get to traveling again. So I'd appreciate if I could have my things and clothes ba-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as he interrupted you.

With a disappointed and worried look on his face (oh he just loved to pretend that he had emotions) he said-

"You were about to die yesterday, y'know? I know you're lying. It wouldn't hurt to stay here for a while until you're completely alright. Not to mention how you weren't that well packed. It must mean that you aren't traveling. And that you've run away from somewhere, instead?"

He.had.you.pin.pointed.right.on.the.money.

#kny x reader #demon slayer #kny douma #kny x y/n #douma x reader #yandere douma #douma x you #douma #kimestu no yaiba #douma kimetsu no yaiba #douma imagine

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I NEED MOREEEE OF THISS!!! pretty please <3

hehe i'm glad ya'll like cheerleader!reader

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, bar-setting

It seemed as though no matter how much you flaunted your relationship with Eddie, people still seemed to thing he was still on the market.

And it pissed you off.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom merely five minutes ago, five minutes, that was all it took for some tramp to started chatting-up your boyfriend.

Eddie wasn't who you were worried about, no, you were worried about this girl entertaining the thought that he would be taking her home tonight. That got on your nerves.

"Hey, baby!" You smile, strolling up to his side, interjecting yourself into their conversation.

"Hey." He smiles down at you, pecking your temple while your eyes stay locked on hers, grinning manically at the disappointed looking girl across from you. "This is my girlfriend. Y/n this is... uh, I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?"

The poor girl looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel.

"Vanessa." She fixes her smile. "I've got to go, it was nice meeting you, Eddie."

You're snickering as she scrambles away, turning to the bar to wave the bartender over when a strong hand is at your waist, spinning you so you end face-first in Eddie's chest.

"What was that about?" He chuckles warmly, petting your head as you innocently look up at him.

"What do you mean?"

"That little power show." He cocks his head to the side, matching the puppy-dog look on your face.

"She was flirting." You drop the act with a huff. "Couldn't let her think she was going to get a taste of my man."

He chuckles again, shaking his head at your possessiveness.

"You're the only girl I want."

"I know." You pout. "But they don't know that."

"Come on, we're on in five." One of Eddie's bandmates pats his back, nudging his head in the direction of the stage.

"Well why don't I go up there and sing your song, huh? Maybe that'll show em'."

#eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things season four

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Tumblr Holy Grail War, Another Start: Wave 2 - Day 1 (Teams Saber, Rider, Assassin, and Lancer)

Cu Chulainn: "Seems like I'm in. Glad to work with you all, I'm Lancer. Sorry for the spear rain. Felt like showing off a bit."

Izou: "Well, I didn't see it, but considering how spooked you've got everyone else, I'll take your word for it. Good workin' with ya."

Musashi: "Which just leaves Archer. I mean, we managed to convince your Masters, but… he seems a bit more on the stubborn side, and his Masters might want to still win the Grail."

Cu Chulainn: "I dunno. He's stiff, but probably not unreasonable. I'm sure we can convince him to help us out. Besides, he's powerful. You saw that bow of his firsthand, didn't you?"

Musashi: "I can't deny that... I mean, both you and him have divine blood, right?"

Cu Chulainn: "Eh, I guess so. But he loved to flaunt it, for sure."

Mandricardo: "…Then it seems like we're better off splitting up. Some of us go fight or try and recruit the others, some of us find clues."

Musashi: "Makes sense to me. Outside of that, our only other option is to just... kill the other Servants and see what happens when the Grail manifests. And that might not be for the best."

Izou: "...Got it, got it. I mean, feels like we've gotta kill the two new Servants regardless, but I'll hold my blade. Sound good to you guys, Masters?"

Welcome to Part 2 of the Tumblr Holy Grail War!

There are now 4 phases for each 'Wave'.

Starter Phase

Decision Phase

Encounter Phase

Prep Phase

You're currently in the 'Ready Phase'. As an allied team, this is where you decide who does what by voting!

The top two Servant results in the poll will be out and about, either finding new allies or fighting other Servants!

The latter two Servant results in the poll will go and investigate the Grail War! Watch out, because there's a chance that they may be attacked as well! Uncover clues about the Grail War while your allies are out fighting on the field!

(If additional Servants are added to an alliance, they'll simply be 'benched' for the round if they're in last place)

Investigating Servants won't have the full scope of their abilities, but that doesn't mean they're weak! Rather than the +2% bonus from being ambushed, they gain a special 'Investigation Skill' instead.

All 'Anti-Class' bonuses have been reset!

Vote here!

At the end of a Wave, all Servants decide whether they want to stay allied or not. Allied Servants are 'severed', becoming options for combat, and are unable to return to an alliance for 2 Waves.

Servant Skills:

Miyamoto Musashi (Saber)

Skills:

Heavenly Eye (A) - When fighting in a free-for-all, gain +5% to your final score, and reduce their scores by -2%.

Fifth Force (A) - Instead of a 3% boost to 1-on-1 confrontations as per 'Saber' restrictions, it's instead raised to 8%. If victory over another Servant during a combat poll is above 50%, the opposing Servant gains two 'wounds' instead of one.

Battle Continuation (EX) - If she loses a confrontation while on her final wound, if there's only a 10% difference between the scores, she can slip out unscathed.

Investigation Skill, Magic Resistance (A): When attacked during 'Investigation', gain +5% defensive boost.

Musashi is on her last wound! 'Battle Continuation EX' is active!

Status: [0 Command Spells, 2/3 wounds]

Mandricardo (Rider)

Skills:

Brigliadoro's Neigh (A) - Increases the Rider-class trait to +5% rather than +3% in free-for-all brawls.

Armor of the Nine Worthies (A) - When attacked, reduces the amount of the Servant's final combat poll result by 10%.

The Instant Before the Strike (C) - When on his last ‘wound’, gain a 15% permanent boost to his final combat poll results.

Investigation Skill, Riding (B): When attacked during 'Investigation', if engaged in a Free-for-All and has a final score within 5% of an ally, do not gain a wound.

Mandricardo has [1] wound!

Status: [1 Command Spell, 1/3 wounds]

Okada Izou (Assassin)

Skills:

Man-Slayer (A) - When fighting a Servant that possesses a wound, gain a +3% boost. When fighting a Servant that possesses 2 wounds, gain +5% instead.

Presence Concealment (B) - When 'playing defensively', cannot be attacked by ANY Servant outside of Archer or Caster.

Swordplay as Swift and Powerful as a Falcon (A) - When going up against another Servant 1-on-1, gain +7% to final combat poll results instead of +5%, and reduce their combat poll results by 3%.

Investigation Skill, Eye of Mind (False) (C): Cannot be attacked while 'Investigating', redirects any attacking Servants to another target if possible. If no other targets, fight with a +3% bonus.

Izou has [1] wound!

Status: [2 Command Spells, 1/3 wounds]

Cu Chulainn (Lancer)

Skills:

Rune Magecraft (B) - When fighting in a free-for-all, gain a +5% to combat score results. Additionally, any skills that reduce scores against Lancer will have their effectiveness reduced by 1%.

Battle Continuation (A) - Is able to take 4 'wounds' instead of the normal 3. On his last ‘wound’, gain a permanent +5% boost to final combat poll results.

Protection from Arrows (B) - When going against an Archer, Caster or Assassin-class Servant, gain a +5% to final combat poll results, and reduce their results by 5% as well.

Investigation Skill, Divinity (B): When attacked during an 'investigation', lower enemy boosts by 4%, and increase allies boost by 2%.

Cu Chulainn has [2] wounds!

Status: [1 Command Spell, 2/4 wounds]

#team saber #team lancer #team rider #team assassin #starter phase poll #thgw story

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 3 months

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Okay!! So that was Abbott Elementary Season 3 Episodes 1 and 2!! Honestly a great premiere :D

This is just gonna be a little review and summary, not too long but with plenty of me freaking out :).

First of all: AAAAHHHHHHHH GREGORY AND JANINE YOU IDIOTSSS-

As someone who also has trouble trusting the district I feel for Barbara, and I'm kind of hesitant about Janine's switch/internship xd. I would not be surprised if they offer her a full time job and she has to choose (though obviously she'd choose teaching. She better anyway xD). But I am really glad she's making a difference :)! Honestly, everything changes when you have admin or district on your side. Also, she's definitely gonna struggle to adjust and get everything when she gets back xd, and even some before then, but I think she'll start getting close with people again :).

WHOOO MELISSA AND GARY ARE BROKEN UP!! I will say that even if I want someone who's more aligned with what she wants, I do feel bad because I just want her to be happy x'd. He really should've gotten that it was a never thing though - like, dude, she told you lol. I'm glad she was firm about it though - it was totally in character and even though it's not a surprise for her it's surprising to see on TV, and I'm really proud of her :') <3. I hope they both find someone for them, because he's sweet :').

Also the cameos were ICONIC as always lol xD. Idk who they are but you can just Feel a cameo's importance lol. Also I'm loving the addition of the school district people's they have a cool vibe against the teachers and such (Ava, Mr. Johnson, yk). Not antagonistic, just kind of contrasting. Also I love that they didn't question the camera people at all lol. I know they know it's happening, but they questioned nothing, and we love that xD.

Also we didn't see much of Jacob but I love him <3. Jsyk.

Mr. Johnson was ICONIC as always, we love to see it xD. Him telling about his life is always amazing lol, and we (they, we only got some) got the whole story this time xD. Slay.

Them getting Ava back was the funniest thing xD. I feel bad Gregory had to, I guess flaunt himself, but I think it'll still be less from Ava in the future. Also the song getting Ava back was absolutely iconic xD. On a more serious and narrative note, I like how it was already setting up Janine's rift with this storyline. She knew the answer the whole time even, but she wasn't there a part of it really at all. She wasn't even there for the victorious final moment :'/ xd. Which works, and it makes sense, but it still sucks lol xd. Anyway, it's gonna hurt as a storyline overall, but they're doing a really great job with it! Especially the fact that they don't dislike her for her decision, they're just distant. They rarely see each other (expect maybe Jacob and Janine - which by the way I needed more bestieism for them but I'm glad we got some xD), just like with her kids. Also her kids just sitting there kinda down and not caring/noticing that she's there is heartbreaking 😭. I know the feeling of losing your teacher at the beginning of the year and having them gone for half of it, if in a different way, and it really just sucks. Even though I was older than in second grade for that lol.

Also relating to Gregory and Janine: I am glad he respected her space, and continued to, but I think it's also kind of because he's avoiding the situation. It's awkward and it sucks and when that's how it is maybe you don't wanna reach out anyway, even if you miss them. I don't know. But they are idiots, and I do love them 😭 xD ❤️🥰. My idiots <3. I'm sure everything will work out in the end :).

Also Barbara with the makeup - you know what, good for her :D. Slay girlie, I'm happy you're happy :))! I'm also happy she's happy with her daily self though lol. Also the cosmetologist was really chill and I'm glad she wasn't mean :D.

I think it was a really good decision to make this an hour long episode. To catch up with what we've missed due to the delayed start and the in universe delay. Which, by the way, the reason in universe for the delay being that the camera crew got robbed is ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS to me xDD. Iconic lol. Poor them though xdd. Anyway, having a bit of a preview of it all, shaking it up, and then showing us what actually happened instead of just dropping us in the middle of nowhere was really nice. I think it would be cool to see some more flashbacks throughout the season (not whole or half episodes again, just bits and pieces - maybe just cutaways), but who knows if we will lol. Anyway, having plenty of time to be in the past, get things sorted but still have their own storylines, and then jump back into the present without a week long break was really nice :D. Gave us some familiarity, some different stuff, and was a large amount of content for a big draw for getting people back into the show after a long break :). Really good! I think they made the best decision they good with the layout like this and I'm so excited to see the rest of the season :D 🥰🥰!!

Turns out I did have plenty to say, lol xD. As I kind of suspected. But yeah!! I really liked the premiere and I think that everybody got some good focus, even if others got the main amount. Abbott's really good about that :). The show, I mean, lol. Anyway!

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I LOVE THIS SHOW SO FREAKING MUCH AND I'M SO GLAD IT'S BACK!!!

It's just so nice to see this amazing show that's mostly positive and uplifting but still funny and just relax for a while :'D. Also I love all my babeys (the characters) so much and I'm so glad to have them back :')) ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰😭❤️🥰.

I absolutely LOVED the premiere. I'm so excited for the next episode and the rest of the season :DD!!!

Bye guys, love you all 🥰🥰!

#abbott elementary #ae #oasis's ae chatter #abbot elementary spoilers #abbott elementary season 3 #abbott elementary season 3 premiere #abbott elementary s3 #absolutely adored this episode :D #so good to have them and it (the show itself) back :))#my lovelies 🥰🥰 :p #I meant to post this sooner after the episode but I was doing some other stuff and collecting my thoughts/preparing for all these words lol #and it's still only like an hour after so whatever :D #abbott elementary 3x01 #abbott elementary 3x02 #see y'all next week!!!#and for my posting freaking out in between now and then lol #love you all <333 :))!!#byeeee :DD <333 ❤️🥰🥰🥰!!!

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Ch. 81 // Can your hear me? // Day 55

Contents (Warnings): Lynette gets to go back to work (slight angst and teasing, g/t, blood mentions, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 2,600 +

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Could not find one, because the tonal shifts. Sorry! If you have a suggestion though, I am all ears!

Side note: This chapter will be with Lynette's part in third person (I'm playing/testing with it). If it's too disorienting this far into the story, go ahead and send me a message on this post! And or if you like this better, do the same!

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Alexander

It's bad enough when she's her normal height. Alexander perfectly pictured her barely at his chest. But now she's pretty much the size of an actual shrimp.

His hunger started to take hold because of how easy it would be to pluck Lynette off the table and swallow her. Her smell gave him that familiar giddy rush, so sweet and saliva-inducing. At least, that's the reaction his body always provided, and it'd never settle until he satisfied it.

What's stopping me? It's lunch. His hand lifted from the table, reaching toward her, then stopped before his fingers grazed her back.

Right.

He turned his head and yelled, "HEY, DRAKE, ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING GET YOUR GAME OR WHAT?!" His eyes refused to leave her. Then he smirked and snapped back from the sass Drake dished out. Glad you're back to your asshole self.

"And you say I stare a lot." He heard her voice whisper.

Alexander rolled his eyes, "You're tiny, you know how te-"

"I don't need an explanation!"

You brought it up. Alexander thought, rolling his eyes.

"Do you know what we are playing?" June lowered himself down to the table's curved edge. His eyes were the only thing visible, as well as his fingers tapping at the surface of the wood.

"Drake didn't mention what game it was." Lynette said, "I don't even know if it's something I can play."

Probably not. He has nothing to gain if you lose.

Alexander slid his eyes over to look at June, who was on his left side. "What are you betting?"

June popped up, "Betting?" It took him a second. "I forgot you guys make silly bets!"

"Silly," A hushed grumble escaped her. "I'm sure they'd call it fun."

He tipped his head to the side and rested his thumb on his right temple, "you mean annoying."

"What else am I supposed to-" She shut her lips and moved her eyes elsewhere, "you guys just get some weird kick out of torturing me."

His smile ticked up, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" He leaned over the table, closer to her, "If anything, flaunting your damn scent everywhere and not letting me eat you is torture."

"I don't want to get eaten, Xander!" Her squeaky statement popped from her vocals. She still lacked the necessary knack for yelling.

"Then quit."

She flicked in his direction again. Her tongue pressed at the inside of her cheek. She looked to Claudia, then back to him. A flame of stubbornness in her eyes. "I'm not going to quit."

"Then don't complain about it, I have to eat, and you're convenient."

She shivered, "you don't have to."

"I do; why else would I eat people. For fun? That's fucking stupid."

He saw her expression drop into confusion. He rewound the words he said in his head. Why are you looking at me like that?

"What?"

June spoke first, "I don't think eating people for fun is stupid; you can keep them close inside you. Like a big hug."

Lynette's lip quivered, "that's one way to see it."

"Your friends sound weird," Alexander said.

Claudia came over next to Alexander, "I sometimes eat people for that strange sensation inside."

"Course you would," Alexander said. He eyed the black-haired male who approached the table, "Are you about to tell me you got some weird ass reason to eat people too or what?"

Drake put the rectangular white box with no lettering down on the table. "No." He put two hands on either side of it. "I drink from people when I need it...or if they deserve it."

The second part made Alexander chuckle, "deserve it." He took another glance at the tiny human in the giant breakroom.

Lynette met his stormy blue hue. She backed up closer to June and stammered, "I've done nothing to deserve it!"

Alexander smirked, "never said you did, shrimp."

...

Lynette

It was the first round of Jenga.

"You asshole!" Alexander cursed. The tower toppled over when he grabbed his first piece.

Lynette fought to contain her laughter. He's going to get me back worse tomorrow if I laugh.

Drake, however, didn't hold his back. He cackled and even added, "Mind fixing that for us?"

Alexander mimicked the request mockingly. Lynette watched the black wooden blocks stack back in place.

"You're fingers are too fat to grab the pieces." Claudia further teased, standing next to him. She quickly plucked one of them out effortlessly.

"I'll use these fatass fingers to choke you, you little demon," he uttered, carrying a scowl.

Claudia stuck her tongue and placed her piece at the top.

It was Lynette's turn. She stepped closer to the tower. Given her size, she couldn't reach past the fourth row.

She put her hands out to press at a piece but was quickly scooped up from behind. She yelped.

"I can help you, Lynette. Which piece do you-"

Drake interrupted June's chime-in, "if you make an error pulling it out, it would be on you, not her. So, she has to do it."

June gently lowered her back onto the table. "I didn't think of that, sorry Lynette."

She felt relieved to be on solid ground again.

She turned and smiled at June, "Thank you anyway, June."

She studied every piece at her eye level or below and walked around the tower until she locked onto one. She dropped down to her hands and knees and wormed her way into the bottom middle piece.

It slid out easily. It was a good thing for Lynette, too, as one of the rules was as soon as you touched a piece, you'd have to take it out.

Drake put it on top for her and continued to his turn.

Lynette made sure to step back in case it fell.

The redhead thought she had a chance until she noticed Claudia taking from the bottom rows too. Purposefully.

So, unfortunately, Lynette couldn't grab anything higher and had to admit defeat.

She pouted and sat with her back on the empty chair across from Alexander. Glad to see you back to your regular shenanigans, Claudia. Lynette said in her head, wearing a pouty expression.

And not the next round after; Claudia was out too.

She walked to the chair behind Lynette. Claudia dropped her chin on the table, "that piece looked loose."

"It's Karma for taking my pieces." She said, feeling relieved to see June and Drake against each other. Neither of them would eat me.

Claudia's slightly pursed lips slacked her speech, "ib bus bun knee-" She lifted her chin to correct the problem, "It was funny to see you reach for the higher pieces."

I guess being friends with you doesn't necessarily mean we're on the same side, huh? Not that Lynette didn't expect that. Her lungs released a little levity, "at least Xander's out too."

The suntouched fae snickered, "Yeah." Then her shoulders raised, and she gasped, "oh-oh-OH!"

She plucked at the back of her shirt and brought Lynette back dangerously close to her face.

"Claudia-"

"I'm waiting for them to approve some of the things I left at my old house," Claudia whispered to Lynette. "That includes the thingie I was working on for Mr. Meanie."

Lynette's struggle died down. The redhead peered across the way at him. She chose to ignore all the times he took glances at her. He's more focused on the game right now.

"Thingie?"

Claudia bobbed her head like a fishing bobber in water, "you think I fully forgave him for wasting that siren potion? No way." She poked Lynette's abdomen with her free hand, "If I get the item back, you can make a bet with him, and when you win, he can't eat you or anyone for a little while."

Lynette glanced back, "R-really?"

"Yeah! You just have to pick a bet you'd win...and speaking of bets." She put her cheek to Lynette's tiny body, "When is it going to be my turn?"

Lynette answered without hesitation. "If you come on Monday, that'll work." The tiny human didn't want another day with one of Lev's games.

The suntouched fae let go of Lynette and hopped in her seat. It startled Drake, and he accidentally toppled the tower.

His head slowly turned to Claudia.

Claudia nervously chuckled, "...sorry, Drake."

...

Lynette rode in June's pocket after that. He had asked her if she wanted to be eaten, which she politely declined. Much like before, and to her relief, he didn't try to eat her anyway.

I know Xander would never let go, but the morning crew would be perfect, besides Beatrice.

Lynette did recall the bit of unease she had with Zane. He openly admitted to eating humans.

I'm sure it'd be scary if he had his focus on you, especially if he's as cunning as Zilla.

She heard June's voice from above. He was no longer swaying, so Lynette figured he had finished sweeping.

"I just realized I never asked how have you been, Lynette?" June pulled open the pocket slightly to peek down at me.

Her forest green eyes met the slime's bright blue. A lot has happened since I last saw you. She felt like she had been gone for at least a year.

Each memory held the sting of a freshly opened wound, some at which she still left the dagger inside. There are things she hadn't mentioned to Wicks, specifically Ace, or how fast she was sliding down a hole of distrust.

She even felt ashamed of her thoughts when she held Kalin back. She didn't want that to be the last time she saw her family.

Claudia deserved a chance.

And her mind refused to unpack the whole situation with Lev. Lev, not so much. She knew that wasn't entirely true, she wouldn't treat him with any malice or hate. Just ignore him when possible.

After noticing June's gleam, Lynette realized her lack of response and replied quickly.

"Uh," she cracked a fresh, crisp smile. "A little hectic but fine; how about you, June?"

He took a second, almost like he picked up the very subtle trembles in her voice. He cheerfully smiled, "Great so far! And it will be even better next weekend. I'm going on a trip with Elliot to see some of his family!"

Lynette smiled, "that's sweet." June's joy brought upon her own.

I should strive to be the same. Then Lynette remembered her situation and sighed. But it's not like I can fully relax being here. She let out a yawn. If I'm staying, I have to prove that I can.

Lynette heard her ringtone, and June let go of the pocket. He was on the move again, retrieved her from the pocket, and put the phone next to her on the counter. It was right near the dishwashing station where Drake was.

She went to swipe and answered it the best she could. Oh no, it's Wicks.

...

Drake

He eyed Lynette from behind his bangs. He watched her fail to swipe once. He went to dry a hand on his pants to help her, but she had it.

He immediately recognized the voice she put on speaker. "Lentils." The bean?

"hey, Wicks..." Her nervous sputter told Drake that she had some guilt.

"I haven't received an update yet."

Lynette pressed at her phone case, "I forgot and remembered when you called."

"I didn't." The uptight anxiousness flicked with each word, "If you're going to be hanging out with those Monsters, I want to make sure you're okay."

Those monsters. Drake grumbled in his head. However, upon further evaluation, he couldn't help agreeing.

He honestly wanted to blame it on Lev and Alexander and call himself a saint. That's bullshit. If she didn't remind me of... His head dropped. The suds below his fingertips occasionally popped.

The sounds around him, conversations, whirling of items, and anything else were repelled from his ears.

A disgusting frustration crawled up his vocal cords. It tried to pry open his lips.

"Drake."

He swallowed back the taste of those bitter words, and his wine-red eyes floated from the suds to her face. How long was she talking to me?

"Yeah?"

The melody of her unsteady beats played in his ears. Nothing irregular about them except for her unease.

"Hey, Bat Boy!" Alexander's voice rang from beyond the kitchen door rim.

Drake flicked back with annoyance, "What did you just-"

"I was calling you," Alexander studied both Drake and tiny Lynette near the sinks. "What's-"

Drake held his discontent and sighed, "What did you want?"

...

It took a little while for Drake and Lynette to get to his house. He had gotten the cage from Alexander earlier. He was surprised Alexander even kept it and remembered to bring it.

He hadn't gone on a hunt like Alexander, either. He went straight home, got dressed for bed, and, much like before, sat wide awake in bed. He wanted to sleep but felt too restless. He tossed and turned, every so often glancing at the cage. He couldn't silence his thoughts. He even considered going to his hidden room in the mansion.

I could imagine the ridicule if Lynette knew what was in there. He placed all his pillows in a pile, wrapped his blanket over his head, and every pillow he could reach on top of it. It didn't do much, but his body eventually passed out after two hours of that method.

...

The room was dark, with what he believed to be mannequins scattered about. Though every one of them had been struck with heavy Gaussian blur.

He kept his distance at what seemed to be the center of the room. He assumed they were all facing away from him.

"Heya, flawless." The sound came from his left.

His anger sizzled like a few drops of water on a bonfire. He whipped his head in that direction—nothing moved.

"Over here~" The voice cooed now to his right.

Drake's nose scrunched. He flicked in that direction. "You suck at this, don't you? I bet short fuse would have caught me already."

"Shut up."

They whispered near Drake's ear, "What, still haven't accepted how weak you are?"

Drake swatted at the side where the whisper came from.

"That's why everyone doesn't even see you as a threat." It sounded like it came from everywhere.

Drake searched and searched. The abandoned room with torn wallpaper felt like it was spinning. He managed to strike a few of the mannequins in the room.

Their supply seemed endless.

He huffed, about to yell for the curly-haired blight to show himself, but then he felt a finger stroke past his hair at his neck. "no one will take you seriously unless you can kill me.~"

Drake let out a harsh bursting hiss, "then-STOP-MOVING!"

His claws extended out and struck the person behind him. He twisted them inside their chest with a sick satisfaction.

Though foul-smelling, their blood was something he had been waiting to see. His eyes flicked up to their face. He wanted to see the terrified pain they felt.

Then, his body froze. The only thing that moved was his smile. He was the one shock had struck.

He didn't even flinch as they coughed up blood onto his face.

"Al...Alex-" His throat locked up.

His best friend fell backward from his clawed hand. Drake couldn't hear his heartbeat.

"GOOD JOB," his enemy came from behind too fast and pieced into Drake from behind with what looked to be a sword. "Flawless." They said.

Drake gripped at the blade that tore into his throat. Once his blood fell, the mannequins were no longer blurred. They all turned in his direction to watch it.

"Now that he's out of the way, let's give the people what they want, shall we?"

The laughter boomed as the sword was brought up his neck and split his head in half.

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Bro you’re literally my savior I just finished playing ALL of Borderlands games and I’ve been trying so hard to find any content about BL but there’s hardly any good ( x reader ) out there except for you 😭😭 I'm so inlove with Rhys especially the mustachy version of him lol so can I get husband Rhys & Wife Reader domestic headcanons plss Thank youu ❤

THIS LITERALLY MADE ME SO HAPPY. I am glad that I am providing for you guys lmao. I was looking for good Borderlands pics and there were NOT enough fics out there, so I took the responsibility of making some of my own for the community 💪💪

I will definitely write Rhys for you. He and Timothy are the loml's fr, so I will never turn down a request with them <3 You are so real for loving him with his mustache too. It has DEFINITELY grown on me LMAO I just love him sm

I got a little carried away with this. I just love domestic stuff with Rhys 😭😭 He is literally so perfect, I love him so much

Domestic Headcanons as Rhys Strongforks Wife:

Rhys would definitely treat you like you hung the stars and planets yourself. He would spoil you and praise you any chance he got. He may be a little awkward at times. No matter how long the two of you have been together for, he just gets a little nervous sometimes. He forget that you love him as much as he love you at times Plus, your beauty tends to make him nervous at times.

He is always making time for you. As the CEO of Atlas, it is definitely hard to make time for himself, but he doesn't care much about that. He cares about having time with you. Every second he has with you he cherishes. If he has to, he'll call you from work, but he'd much rather see you in the comfort of your guys' home. If you come and visit him he's all giddy and happy. He loves it when you take time out of your day to come and see him. It definitely makes him feel appreciated.

If you have family somewhere, he's definitely going with you to go and visit them. Even if it is on the face of Pandora. If you love them and want to see them, he's going with you. No use making a bad impression on his in-laws. He's not a complete snob.

He's always getting you gifts, too. There'll be times that he'll have zero look for trinkets for you when he sends him on runs. Claiming they're for his office, but everyone knows that he takes them home for you. He just loves seeing your reactions when he brings you something he knows you'll enjoy. Even if it's something as simple as a pretty rock or candy.

I can also see him being a family man. So if you ever express interests. on having kids with him he's over the moon excited. When he was younger and working for Helios, still. He hated the idea of kids. They were too much work and he didn't want to wind up neglecting them. Plus, he never thought he'd have a partner as caring and loving as you are. But now that he has his life together he's definitely returning the interest on kids if you bring it up. He'd love to see a little him or you running around causing chaos. He'd definitely be starting that night on making a baby if you let him -- or looking into adopting a kid if you preferred adoption.

Rhys LOVES showing you off to the world. He loves taking you on dates, taking you on trips, to business parties, anywhere that he can have his arm around your waist and show the world that you are his and he is yours. He loves the idea of everyone knowing that the CEO of Atlas has a wife as amazing as you are. It's not that he sees you as a trophy, but more so that he just likes flaunting how amazing you are. Even if you aren't with him, he takes every opportunity he can to talk about you to the people he trusts. To mention all the cute things you do and how just utterly amazing you are.

If you do wind up having a baby with him, he's taking a LOT of time off of work to spend it with you. He wants to witness everything. He'd hate to miss out of stuff because he was stuck in the office. So any chance he has, he's working from home. When he has to work in the office though, he's calling you every so often to make sure that you are doing alright. Especially the closer that you get to having the baby.

When he's being hunted by Katagawa he's got guards watching you. The last thing he needs is to find out that he took you from him. He'd never forgive himself if you got hurt because of him. These events definitely lead to him keeping your identity and whereabouts more secret in the future. He'll still ramble about you to everyone he trusts and knows wouldn't hurt you, but for now you'd be his secret from the world.

He does keep a photo of you on his desk. It's a photo of you and him on your guy's first date. You're kissing his cheek while he took a photo of the two of you. Anytime he's feeling stressed he always looks at it and daydreams for a little bit. There's no harm to it. It always winds up easing his mind.

When he comes home from a long day at work, no matter how late it is. The first thing he does is pull you close. Whether it be while you're awake, or if you're asleep. Which, normally it winds up waking you up. His face burried in the crook of your neck while you ask if he had a long day and he only groans in response. If you rub his shoulders or his scalp that normally relaxes him enough that he either falls asleep on you or he's eased enough to do something with you. Whether it be helping you make dinner, watching a movie, or something a little more intimate.

Speaking of intimate. If you are interested in sex, he does his best to please you anytime he can. He is definitely a romantic, so any day he has off from the office he likes to dedicate those to date nights and days that he can pleasure you. The ability to take all the time he can with you is what he prefers the most. These days may be rare, but they're always worth the wait when Rhys can have his way with you.

[Basically a one shot of when he asked you to marry him-]

As said above. Rhys is a romantic guy. He loves showing you that he loves you in anyway that he can. Surprising you with gifts and dates, but his best moment yet was the day that he asked you to marry him. He set the whole night up perfectly. A date to the movies, where you got to see the movie you had been rambling on about for the past week. It wasn't something he would normally be into, but for you he would watch it a million times on repeat. Then that followed up with dinner. Nothing big or too fancy. It was simply just your favorite restaurant. A place he knew that would bring a smile to your face because of the environment and delicious dessert. Which he agreed, he loved the pie there. Afterwards he walked you around for a while before taking you to where he had asked you out the first time, which was in the safety of your living room. Where he held you by your hands and stared down into your eyes. "Hey, this might be a lot to remember, but do you remember where I first asked you out?" To which you chuckle and nod, telling him it was right there in your living room. He smiles back, dropping to one knee while keep one of your hands in his. "Well, mind if I circle back and ask you to marry me here, too?" You pause a moment too long for Rhys' well-being. Sending him into a panic thinking maybe you don't want him. "Well, I mean, if you want to. If not we can still just date. We don't have to get married, or make anything official. I just, I like you, and I love you, and I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with you, but if you don't feel the same, I get it, I really do," and you wind up having to shut him up with a kiss. Muttering a soft yes into his mouth while the both of you hug on your knees on the floor. Locked in a kiss that neither one of you want to part from. He considers that his proudest moment. Even if he did wind up panicking thinking you didn't want him back, that only made it feel more real to him.

#rhys strongfork #borderlands 3 #tales from the borderlands #rhys strongfork x reader #x reader #rhys strongfork headcanons

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