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babiebom · 3 months

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Sebastian NSFW Alphabet

A/N: the actual love of my life is next, be prepared for the others to either come over the next couple of weeks or the next couple of days depending on how fast I do them.

Tw: nsfw content(sex, kinks, cum, ome mention of piss yk the usual) cursing

Wc:idk

Stardew Masterlist NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

C- Cum (anything to do with cum,basically)

If you asked him to his face he’d just say that he’s okay with whatever you want but in truth he wants to ruin you completely. I think he would be very awkward and unwilling to admit that he wants to cum inside you and on you. Like he wants to go until you’re covered and filled with his cum. It’s probably a possessive thing.

E- Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I think I’ve talked about this before? Like he’s either a virgin or he’s had one or two people that he’s slept with before. I do think he and Abigail have hooked up at least once but stopped at some point because something happened. But I do lean more towards him being a virgin right now

He doesn’t really know what he’s doing but he learns quickly and never shows that he’s clumsy with it. Acts like he’s just learning what you like in order to pretend that he’s cool calm and collected. Inside he’s freaking out because he doesn’t know what he’s doing and is VERY worried you’re not enjoying yourself.

G- Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? Etc)

He would want to be funny and relaxed in the moment, but he is quite serious because he’s kinda insecure, and wants everything to be good so he can’t really relax and be a little funny until you’re far into the relationship.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His pubic hair is dark like his hair(I know people think he’s a redhead like his mom but I do like that his hair is dark.) he will let it get messy if he’s single but once he starts dating he trims it VERY low. Like he’s not bald but is very short in order to make everyone comfortable.

I-Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I don’t think he’s very romantic unless you ask him to make more of an effort. I don’t think he’s entitled or even open with asking for sex, but you can tell when he wants to do the do. He’s more like….idk how to describe it. It’s just he’s like more touchy and cuddly when he’s horny? If you ask him to be more romantic he’ll do the candle thing probably or something nerdy but cute.

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

One of the horniest men to ever exist ngl. Dude probably jacks off at least once a day. Let’s face it, he’s an antisocial emo, who sits in his room all day because he doesn’t want to leave it and to further that point he even has a job that requires him to not leave it. Seb has so much alone time and so many naughty thoughts that he has to rub one out in order to even concentrate properly. Luckily no one really bothers him so he has only been caught probably once and as a teenager.

K- Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Jesus this man has too many to count so I might go top five. He likes role playing and dressing up for SURE. Wear that maid costume, or if you’re particularly dominant out HIM in a maid costume. Let him wear his Wizard cosplay like dude is DOWN. Bdsm. Literally(I say this word way too much)as a whole he likes bondage, he likes sadism and masochism(he will let you choose) he’s into dominant and submissive roles(again he will let you choose) it’s just FUN for him. He likes choking, and probably has a body worship kink (both ways), and overstimulation. Used to edge himself on accident and it became a thing for him

L-Location (favorite places to do the do)

In his room, or near the lake. He likes it most on his bed because after it smells like you, and he’s always dreamed of fucking a significant other in his bed during one of his jerk off sessions, and literally having you in his bed is a dream come true. Also on the couch in his room, because it’s kinda depraved. Like you two were so wrapped up in each other that you couldn’t make it to the bed that’s a couple of feet away.

He likes the lake because it gives off the exhibition vibe while honestly being kinda private. Like he’s usually the only one by the lake at a certain time (unless Demetrius comes and ruins the vibes for him even if he’s usually on the other side of the lake) and living on the mountain top means that no one is really around to snitch on him. Like his mother is too wrapped up in her husband and his sister is too wrapped up in her experiments and robots to even notice that he’s railing you by the lakeside.

M- Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I feel like I’ve said this for EVERY character so I’m gonna try to reword it from just *you*

His mind gets him going. Like he’s always thinking of something dirty, even if he’s doing something completely innocent. Like he can be working and all of a sudden his mind is wandering because his work is so boring that it can’t help but fill the boredom with things he finds fun. Like video games and fucking you until the both of you are on the verge of passing out.

N- No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Like the last letter, I feel like i say it a lot for each character but like anything that’s too gross. Like I think this man might go pretty far. Would probably even try piss stuff once if you really wanted it. So like anything that’s farther than that is a no.

O- Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Would say his preference is giving but in reality it’s receiving. He loves giving head, don’t get me wrong. But he will never turn down you giving him head EVER. There’s just something about how the comepletely falls apart when your mouth is on him. He could cry from how thankful he is that you’re willing to do this for him.

Giving head I would say he’s decent and get better every time. He strives for greatness(lmao like he’s an elite employee) when it comes to getting you to cum. He will always try new techniques in order to get you cumming quicker each time. He wants you to feel the best he can make you feel.

Q- Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

LOVES THEM. COMPLETELY!!!! Wants to be in you all day every day, and if quickies are the way to do it before he can have you all to himself, well, guess you’re gonna have a lot of quickies throughout the day. Oh well!

R-Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Like I mentioned earlier, Seb has a bit of an exhibitionist kink, it’s more that he wants to show off that he gets to fuck YOU. Like look at my hot significant other, rather than showing off his skills or himself. He doesn’t really want people to watch at all(unless it’s like Sam who he’s cool with watching) but like he does wish that people knew that he somehow bagged the hottest person alive(you). So he’ll fuck you in semi public. Like at the lakeside in the middle of the night, or in his room when he knows everyone is awake

And yes he is always game to experiment. If it’s going to make the experience better for both of you, his thought process is: why not? Willing to try almost everything once.

T- Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he probably owned like a vibrating cock ring or a pocket pussy or a tenga egg or something while he was single. Now that he has you he rarely uses those things anymore unless you want him to incorporate it into sex.

Will buy toys for you, and if you buy toys for him he won’t object. Likes using them during sex, even if he doesn’t think y’all need them.

U- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes to tease a decent amount, especially the more confident he gets. Will tease and laugh at you(in a mean but good way) if you’re begging or crying or something. Gives in if you beg just right though. He’s a menace not evil.

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cecilxa · 9 months

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if you'll have me

summary: lyney would share his deepest secrets with you, if only you'd ask

contents: ooc probably (do i care? no. do i love men being down bad? yes.), pining!lyney (he basically is too in love), fluff, gn!reader, pre-relationship

cw: a tiny allusion to violence

recommend listening to: ur so pretty by wasia project

a/n: hehe have some lyney before i disappear again

Being a magician, Lyney is certainly no fool to distractions or tricks. What he can be fooled by, however, is something that he certainly cannot control–not that he’d want to anyway.

He can’t help it if he dreams of your hands, how he’d be able to cradle them in his own and be able to gaze into your eyes with too much adoration for him to contain, and he’d be able to spill all sorts of ‘I love yous’ that fall so easily from his lips, it would be like he’d been born to utter them.

He can’t help it if he dedicates all the nights staring out above the city and up into the sky to you–and how he’d count all the stars in the night if it’d make you happy, no matter how long it’d take.

He can’t help it if, when you talk to him, he goes red, trying to contain the ever-present grin that somehow still leaks out at the sides, making his mouth lopsided. It’s not like he cares. Seeing you is always worth it.

Lyney’s feelings find themselves overflowing with devotion, too much for him to properly handle, but it feels too good for him to let go.

It’s nearly every day when he thinks about him confessing his utter love for the way you say his name, for the way you maintain eye contact, for the way you smile so lovely at him, for the way he’d get down on one knee and say that his heart lies in your hands, and even if you plucked it apart, piece by piece, he’d be grateful that you were the one to be there until its last breath.

People say there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but Lyney proclaims that he’s experienced it firsthand, because ever since you’ve met, he’s only been able to think of cooking for two, only been able to think of gifts that, conspicuously or not, loudly cry for your attention, not unlike himself.

He flirts, he charms, he blushes, and yet he can never seem to come out with the very words that open the locked doors that guard your heart.

He notices your reactions, whenever you invite him out, when you peer with interest at seeing a certain item on sale, and when your eyes light up when he surprises you with a goofy grin, gifting you that same certain item (plus a couple more), because no matter how much, he somehow has that little bit of change that’s always there.

Always there. He likes to think that his love is always there. There when you cry, and there when you laugh, and there when you’re having an afternoon drink with him, and there when he gazes at you when you’re talking about something that you like and when he thinks that you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on. Even though you don’t truly know how far his love goes.

In fact, you’ve only seen Lyney upset once in your life.

The weather in Fontaine is unpredictable–rainy one moment and then sunny the next–and it just had to be the one day you forgot bring an umbrella. You had arrived at the Café Lucerne sopping wet, drenched to the bone with moisture that made you feel all icky and cold. Lyney was seated at one of the tables, and you headed towards him, only for his eyes to widen. He questioned you sharply, asking how you were, why did you go in the rain, why did you not bring an umbrella, why did you come and not seek shelter?!

What if you got sick?!

His voice, usually so cheerful and amiable, now panicked and distressed. Not even waiting for an answer, his hand frantically grabbed yours, rushing the both of you to his abode, where you were forced to take a shower and take some spare clothes.

Lyney then questioned you again–only once you were safe and with a hot drink, of course–and when you replied that you wanted to see him, his heart strained and his eyes softened.

Oh, what you do to this magician! Are you trying to melt him with your words?!

You looked at him, and a very pink blush crept up onto his cheeks, leaving a burning sensation. How he managed to say anything, he still doesn’t know to this day. Maybe it was the adrenaline talking, because his voice came out breathy and uncertain.

“You scared me. I don’t want you to get sick; it pains me to see you in pain.”

His voice was quiet for once and more genuine than you’d ever heard before.

You smiled at him in response, and he thinks that everything is okay.

Ever since that day, Lyney’s sheltered a dream.

One day, he’ll lie with you under the sheets, and he’ll whisper the things he vows to do to make you happy. And when he whispers each and every thing he vows to do, he’ll kiss your shoulder, and then your cheek, and then your hands–twice for good measure–and then your lips, and he’ll shudder so softly because the feeling of your tender lips against his erupts mini-fireworks in his stomach.

And then when you fall asleep, he’ll let his eyes scan the very person he’s willing to do anything for, and he’ll see the stars in your veins, and he’ll say to you in your sleep that even the number of stars in the sky can’t compare to the number of things he can love about you.

Lyney may be a magician, but there's no tricks or misdirection in how pure his feelings are, much like a singular white dove.

a/n: tell me if this is getting too repetitive i somehow always do this format without even thinking 😰 i’m a sucker for this style though 😻 likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated !! 🩷🩷

#lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #lyney x gender neutral reader #lyney x y/n #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #trying out new tags awooga #LYNEY HAS TAKEN OVER MY HEART AND I HAVEN’T EVEN DONE HIS STORY QUEST ❤️❤️

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r3starttt · 3 months

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Abby x strong!reader

Read this or DNI | req

Abby x strong!r who wouldn't notice you at the gym until one day after finishing her workout session of the day, she took her headphones off and shitfed her eyes upwards, making eye contact with you for a minimum second you didn't even notice, but she did and couldn't take you off her head.

Abby x strong!r who believed it was pure admiration, your muscles, the way there were perfect for someone like you, the way they flexed so perfectly that second she looked at them by mistake. You were everything she adored, everything she was looking forward at the moment, and besides that you were fucking gorgeous? literally her dream, what she thought she desired to be so much.

Abby x strong!r who unconsciously noticed you everyday after that because luckily you two had the same routine, not only talking about time but also about workout sessions. Which meant she would catch herself looking for you at the gym everyday as if you were friends, or looking at you trough the corner of her eye whenever you were close.

Abby x strong!r who hates small talk but that's how she first approached to you because it was impossible not to pay attention to you, and you noticed after a whole week of looks abby thought were discreet.

"Hi uhm... you using this?" your hands tapped her shoulder before saying anything, making sure you've got her proper attention to avoid any awkward attitude as you've experienced before at the gym. People ignoring you or pretending they didn't hear you, today you just weren't in the mood to take people and it's shit.

The blonde woman in front of you turned around, not before tossing the dumbbells beside her, on the floor. Her strong hands moved one side of the pair of headphones she was wearing, staring at you with her eyebrows slightly furrowed and covered in sweat. She smiled and cleared her throat "Sorry, couldn't hear you properly" you smiled back, maybe you were in the mood, just not with other people "sure, you can take 'em"

You kneeled to take the pair of smaller dumbbells she had on the sides of the bench she was currently sitting at, doing some weight lifting before you interrupted her. Disposed to leave you stood up with both dumbbells in hand, proud for nos struggling so much, but she stopped you "uhh sorry but, I think I've seen you before?"

Abby x strong!r who kept talking with you for the rest of your workout session, apologizing once you finished but still inviting you out someday, just as friends, or mates(? Gymbros type shit

Abby x strong!r who convinced you to workout together.

Abby x strong!r who after two weeks of talking nonstop with you, going to the gym together and even out if you two had time after the gym, realized she might not only admire you.

Abby x strong!r who once she realized was completely enamored with you

Abby x strong!r who had to make out with you after both were done with your routines. Eating you out in the showers and keeping you quiet

Abby x strong!r who couldn't ignore your muscles after that because how the fuck did she just eat all that

Abby x strong!r who begs you to wear the tightest clothes all the time because ur so yummy :)

Abby x strong!r who loves holding your thighs apart, who loves when you tug at her braid, who loves to tease your toned arms and legs with her fingers, who loves when you praise her muscles because she can praise yours back in the most dramatic way ever.

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gabessquishytum · 1 month

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Hob always thought dream, his friend destruction’s older brother, was so gorgeous but he doubted dream ever noticed him. He was just destruction’s friend, and dream was so much older and more elegant. But he always had a smile and a kind word for hob, and sometimes he would talk to him about art and books and movies. Then dream goes off to college and disappears for a while.

Fast forward about ten years and destruction decides he is tired of his parents’ shit. He cuts himself off and moves in…with his big brother dream, who estranged himself years ago.

Suddenly hob finds himself going over to the brothers’ shared apartment all the time and there is dream, grown up and the loveliest man hob has ever seen. He’s so smart and even taller now, and he has such a sense of confidence and power now that he’s living on his own. And he is such a good big brother, encouraging destruction to be an art major and pursue his dreams.

Soon, dream and hob are close as well, and destruction encourages it, with a funny little smirk whenever he catches dream offering hob a ride, or whenever hob makes dinner for three.

When hob gets kicked out of his place, dream doesn’t hesitate to invite him to come live with them too.

Hob’s crush is back full force. And he feels so stupid—he’s a virgin and he knows dream dates beautiful, interesting and experienced people. He’d never go for someone like hob…

Until one day, hob forgets to lock the door when he’s showering and dream comes in and gets an eye full of hob, ass, thighs, dick and tits—everything. and his eyes go molten with want. He quickly recovers and apologizes and leaves but hob is suddenly full of hope.

Not two weeks later, destruction goes out of town for the weekend, leaving them alone. It’s so nice. Dream cooks. They watch a movie and split a bottle of wine, and Dream puts his arm around hob.

Then they’re kissing.

Dream asks him if he’s had sex before and hob admits he hasn’t. But he desperately wants to.

Dream just smiles at him, lays him down and fingers him until he’s crying into the couch cushions.

This is such a wonderful idea!!! I fully and completely adore the idea of Destruction matchmaking Hob and Dream. He thinks they'll be so cute together! They both deserve nice things, you know?

Hob is so nervous as his relationship with Dream finally begins. He's had a crush - well, maybe he's even been a little bit in love - on Dream for so long now. What if he fucks it all up now that he finally has what he wanted? What if he can't please Dream properly? He's a virgin, after all... but before he can spiral into a proper anxiety attack, Dream soothes him with sweet kisses and basically scrambles his brain. He's determined to make Hob’s first time good, and more than that he's determined to love him as he deserves to be loved.

When Destruction comes home from his little trip, he meets Hob in the kitchen. Hob is like... starry eyed. Standing by the fridge wearing what has to be one of Dream’s silky black pj shirts. There are definitely hickies all over his chest, and one of his nipples is red and has obviously been enthusiastically sucked. Hob is just like "dude. bro. i know you don't want to know. but holy shit."

And Destruction really doesn't want to know the details, but he's happy to slap Hob on the back. He's honestly thrilled to see two of his favourite people getting together. Just... don't tell him that Hob lost his virginity on the couch where they all hang out and watch movies, okay? 🤣 In his own bedroom later, Destruction also finds a gift from his big brother - a very fancy pair of noise cancelling headphones. It's a very nice "thank you for introducing me to Hob" gift. And when he's best man at their wedding in five or so years time, Destruction will fondly remember how he really fucking needed those headphones when Hob went from virgin to slut for Dream’s dick, but he couldn't even be mad about it <3

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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danikamariewrites · 6 months

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I’m in such a mood for some good old corruption😈 Would it be okay to request something with Eris x reader where reader was very shielded and never experienced normal things, like sleepovers, gossip w friends, and doesn’t get insinuations. She’s maybe eating something with cream and she’s licking stuff and it turns him on but she doesn’t understand why. Like she’s so naive/innocent and he just wants to corrupt her. People want the same and she gets hit on a lot, she unintentionally flirt back and think they’re having a normal conversation. So Eris protects her from it bc only he is allowed to bask in her innocence 👀 maybe he even takes her virginity 👀👀

idk why im like this tbh. Im just horny i guess…

Corrupt

Eris x reader

A/n: he would have a corruption kink lmao

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, corruption kink, suggestive

You’re younger than Eris by 100 years and you’re also the only girl in your family

Your family is high nobility in the Autumn Court so you have been heavily protected all your life

When the bond snapped for you and Eris it was at an Autumn Equinox ball

Eris was overjoyed that his little mate is so innocent

He couldn’t wait to show you everything around the court, in the bedroom, and about relationships in general

Eris took a risk and told his father who thought the match was perfect because Beron could get something out of it

The next day your family was called to the forest house. You were nervous because your parents wouldn’t tell you what was going on but focused on making sure you looked beautiful

Entering the throne room and seeing Eris you knew this meeting was about the mating bond. Eris could feel your nerves so he sent a wave of calm down the bond. You rest your hand on your chest giving him a shy smile

Once the adults were finished talking Eris came up to you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles as he stared at you with those molten amber eyes

You have never been in a relationship before and you had dreamed of a mate since your mother told you about the concept when you were a little girl

“Would you accompany on a walk around the gardens little fox?” You nodded enthusiastically. Your mother cleared her throat giving you a look that said ‘use your words’. “Yes, I’d love to.” You curtsy. Eris offers you his arm and leads you outside

Eris wanted time with you before the mating ceremony to get to know you better instead of just watching you from afar at parties and balls

Stopping at a bench in the gardens Eris guides you to sit as he picks a rose for you. You tell him how you e been sheltered your whole life, you never were really allowed to hangout with your friends past curfew unless it was for court and if you were with a male one of your brothers had to be with you

It drove Eris wild to know that he was the first male you’d ever been alone with

Knowing that he would be the one to corrupt your innocence made his cock hard

Eris didn’t want to rush you of course. Everything he plans on doing needs time and he didn’t want to scare you off

So he took his time courting you properly. Eris takes you on dates, spends time with you when he’s free from work, you eat meals together

On one of your picnics Eris had packed your favorite snacks, on being strawberries. He didn’t think watching you eat the fruit would be so seductive

He watched as you wrapped your perfect pink lips around the berry. As you bit into it and sucked the juice from it Eris had to adjust himself so you wouldn’t spot his arousal. You could smell him and your cheeks flushed

“Did I do something wrong?” “No little fox, come here.” You shuffled toward him as he reached his arms out to pull you onto his lap. “Do you want another little fox?” You smiled and let out a small ‘uh-huh’. He grabs another strawberry from the basket and holds it up to your lips. You reach out to take it but he clicks his tongue at you. You look at him a little confused until he brings it to your mouth again. You relax against him as he feeds you

You also accidentally on purpose lick his fingers which does not help his situation

That afternoon Eris’s first lesson was focused on your lips. you two made out for what felt like hours. You never wanted to leave his embrace or his warm plush lips. From then on you would steal him away for kisses or make out with him in his office so no one would see you

You even moved into your own living quarters at the Forest House so you could be close to each other

One night you were reading in Eris’s living room while he worked late. You usually leave by 10 pm since you’ve never stayed the night with Eris or anyone. You fell asleep with your book on your chest, your even breathes catching Eris’s attention

He took your book, marking your spot. Eris kisses your forehead and your eyes flutter open. Realizing what happened you sit up a blush during your cheeks. “Sorry Eris, I’ll leave-“ Eris cut you off by holding your chin between his fingers.

“Hey, it’s ok. You can stay tonight if you want.” You played with the ends of your hair as you thought. “Yes please.” Eris smiled and picked you up bridal style carrying you to bed where you snuggled all night

One of the things Eris adores about you is your clueless demeanor and your curiosity about everything. When he teaches you things (😏) you get all blushy and try to hide from him

Eris does everything for you. He never wants you to have a need that isn’t met

There was a ball to celebrate your mating ceremony/wedding days before the actual party and you stayed attached to Eris the whole night

The one time he left you to get you a new drink you got hit on. You had no idea the male was flirting with you, you thought he was just being nice

Eris rushed back to your side pulling you into his side as he gave the male a death stare. A low growl sounding from his throat. The male couldn’t get away fast enough. “Eris he was just being nice.” He shook his head watching the male weave through the crowd. “No baby. And he needs to know your mine.”

After the wedding party you and Eris go to his cabin in the woods. You wanted to give him his food in private because he wants you all to himself. Plus it was what you were comfortable with

When he finishes his food Eris looks at you, his eyes blown wide with lust. He grips the table as you get closer to him until your on his lap

You run your hands through his hair and he takes in a shuddering breath. “Are you ready little fox? Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” “I wouldn’t have given you the food if I didn’t want to. And you’ve taught me enough my love.”

Eris quickly brought you to the bedroom placing you down gently in the middle. You pulled Eris by his hair to kiss you hard. Wrapping your legs around his waist you rubbed your core against his hardening cock. He moans out in surprise. Pulling away from you panting Eris looks at you with a feral grin. “Where did you learn that little fox?” You give him a shy smile, “My books were a little more than romance.”

Eris kissed you again mumbling ‘I love you’ as you started to make the mating bond official

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our-flag-means-love · 9 months

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by popular demand (aka the 63 people who voted "yes" in my poll (six months ago oops) for whether or not i should do this)

here's why ofmd is a romcom, beat by beat

so for the purposes of this analysis, the ten stages outlined in this article are what i'm using for reference.

(and for the sake of everyone's dashes, i've added a cut because This Got Long. like, genuinely, 1.6k and 24 images. you've been warned.)

1. Unfulfilled Desire: something important is missing from the love interests' lives.

before the love interests meet, both of their lives are lacking in some way, often in a way they hardly realize. and this unfulfilled desire doesn't have to be romantic love in and of itself, and quite often it's not. and the things missing from ed and stede's lives are not romantic love. not at first.

what stede's missing is skill and structure. to put it bluntly, he has no idea what the fuck he's doing as a pirate, and without the guidance of someone more experienced, he'd likely get himself and his whole crew killed soon.

meanwhile, what ed's missing is interest. he's just about as bored with his life as anyone can be. every day is the same, and he needs something new—a new environment, a new challenge—to bring the spark back into his life.

2. Meet-Cute: the love interests meet, and at first, their personalities clash.

now, granted... in most meet-cutes, one of the protagonists isn't like three-quarters dead and nearly unconscious. but, as we know, ofmd is not like most shows.

but when we fast forward a bit to their real proper first meeting, we can quickly start to see how their personalities differ. in many meet-cutes, the love interests start off on bad terms, but in ofmd it's more of a contrast than a real clash, as stede and ed take a liking to each other right away.

in their very first conversation, stede is self-conscious and fretting, while ed is relaxed as can be. and as they talk, ed is in awe of stede's eccentricities, and stede is in awe of ed's powerful reputation.

and nothing exemplifies their contrast better than what they spend the rest of the episode doing—literally switching clothes and switching roles, getting a taste of what it would be like to be each other.

3. Happy Together: the love interests spend time together and grow to enjoy each other's company.

the classic honeymoon phase—not necessarily denoting romance yet, just a bond that continues to grow stronger the more time they spend together.

one of their first, biggest bonding events, just a few days after they met, is of course the fancy french party. while the night ends in disaster, the two end up much closer after the experiences they shared.

however, i think by far the best example of this stage is the montage at the beginning of episode 6, narrated by none other than my favorite (derogatory) terrible little rat man, izzy hands, who will become relevant soon. in romcoms, this stage is often shown through montages, so it only makes sense that that would be a great demonstration of it here as well.

4. Obstacles Arise: the love interests' original lives and obligations catch back up with them.

it's no longer possible to avoid the hard truths their happiness let them ignore. while both ed and stede go through this, i think stede goes through it differently and at different, non-linear times, so i'll talk about him first.

the pre-edward life that stede has been forcing to the back of his mind is, quite obviously, his wife and children back on land. and he's done a very effective job of ignoring it while he's been around ed.

he was fretting about it before—like in episode 2 with nigel's guilt ghost—but it doesn't seem to fully hit him again until he learns in episode 9 that he'd been declared dead. (in my opinion, the dreams/flashbacks in episode 4 feel less about stede's guilt, specifically, than these other instances do. but even if they are, that's still before he properly met ed.) so he does go through this stage, but it happens in slightly different ways and at different times.

ed, on the other hand, has a very specific and concrete obligation that catches up with him: a promise he made two weeks ago.

this is where izzy comes in. just as mary is the personified symbol of stede's old life, izzy is the equivalent for ed. whether ed initially intended to follow through on the plan or only said it to placate izzy is up for debate (and my personal take is that it's somewhere in between, but that's a story for another time), but izzy is going to hold him to it regardless.

and when ed can't bring himself to do it, because of both his growing feelings for stede and his trauma around killing people himself, izzy is determined to carry out the act for him.

5. The Journey: the love interests face and overcome the obstacles together.

what better way to overcome adversity than by getting thumbtacked to a mast by the same Very Angy Little Guy who's the source of the adversity in the first place? with izzy banished, the biggest obstacle to ed and stede's love is out of the way (for now).

stede still hasn't overcome his big obstacle, of course, but as i said, that happens very non-linearly with regard to the romcom structure.

the two also overcome other minor obstacles, like their bickering during the treasure hunt adventure. the key is that they face what's in their path and settle into a new normal with each other.

6. New Obstacles: despite solutions seeming effective, more hardships arise.

the next big issue thrown into ed and stede's relationship has a name, and its name is calico jack rackham, my favorite (affectionate) dumpster fire of a man. which makes sense—after all, his sole purpose in meeting up with them was to separate them before the english navy arrived. and he does a damn effective job of it.

and even once he's gone, they're still faced with chauncey badminton, stede's near-execution, and his and ed's eventual surrender to the english. they may have escaped chauncey's wrath (for now), but they bought it at the cost of their freedom.

and on top of all of that, now they finally confess their feelings for each other and make plans to run away together, and the choice—really, stede's choice—of whether or not to go through with running off to china looms in the distance. speaking of which…

7. The Choice: the love interests have to decide if the relationship can work.

a turning point is reached, and a decision has to be made. can they go through with it? are they really the best thing for each other?

the choice stede makes here is helped along in no small part by chauncey badminton, whose encounter just solidifies the beliefs stede already held—that he abandoned his family, and that ed is better off without him.

so stede makes the choice to run.

he goes home to his family, and ed is left to return to the ship alone.

8. Crisis: the love interests—now apart—ruminate and face the consequences of their choice.

the winter of their discontent. stede has made his choice, they've separated, and they're both worse off for it.

ed is depressed, retreating to his blanket fort and writing sad songs while eating marmalade.

and meanwhile, stede is back with mary and the kids, but learns that they'd all moved on and were much happier without him around. so he's left trying to force himself back into a space where he no longer fits, and all the while he misses ed more than anything.

and of course, ed takes it one step further by going full emo kraken mode. he's so distraught about stede leaving that he too forces himself back into the shell of what people expect of him—of what he was supposed to be before he even met stede—despite not fitting there anymore.

it's obvious that without each other, they're both in pretty rough shape.

9. Epiphany: one or both of the love interests conclude that they belong together and rush to reunite.

think of this stage as the person running through the airport to reach their love interest before the flight leaves.

in ofmd, it's clear who has the epiphany, because we watch it happen in real time. stede sits down with mary and asks her how it feels to be in love, and while she describes it, all he can think of is his time with ed. he finally realizes that what he's been feeling all along is love.

once he knows this, he knows he has to leave his family again, so he can reunite with ed. he and mary stage their fuckery, and stede rows off in a dinghy bound for wherever ed is, because he knows that as long as he's with ed, he'll be happy and everything will be okay.

10. Resolution: the love interests are reunited. desires are fulfilled, and all is well.

sooo… stay tuned for october 5th, i suppose?

#the show is the relationship y'all #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd meta #ofmd analysis #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #blackbonnet #gentlebeard

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ant111fragile · 1 year

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Hiiiiiiiiiiiii. Ok let me introduce myself. my name is seri. I’m a master shifter and my main destinations are different points in history. I have no idea why history isn’t more popular in the shifting community. Like the things I’ve experienced first hand are amazing. Like I’ve seen things with my own eyes that we learn about in history textbooks. It’s the most amazing experience. I’ve been to alot of drs too like hogwarts, mcu, fame, love dr, avatar and so many more but nothing compares to seeing our worlds history for myself.

Some of my fave times I’ve been too: ( I changed my gender to a boy for most of these drs because I wouldn’t be able to experience it properly as a woman because of the time periods and I didn’t want to change history )

The making of the pyramids

Cleopatras ruling

King Tutankhamen

The making of the Great Wall of China

The first man to land on the moon ( I scripted I was a part of crew for the mission )

Queen Elizabeth the firsts ruling

The independence of America

The battle of Hastings

Ancient Greek

Ancient Rome

Seeing the Mona Lisa being made

Meeting Vincent Van Gogh

The Black Death ( I didn’t go to see people die I lived as a part of the government cause I always wanted to know how they tried to deal with it. There was so much panic )

Seeing Martin Luther kind jr give his “ I have a dream” speech in person

The crowning of queen elizabeth the seconds coronation

Meeting William Shakespeare

The Christmas truce

Pompeii before it way destroyed ( it was beautiful )

Seeing the 7 wonders of the ancient world

Hanging garden of babylon

Seeing ancient structures when they were actually In use ( the colosseum, temple of Hera, so many more I can’t even list )

Getting the great honour to learn kalaripayattu in ancient India

And genuinely just getting to live life seeing these people go about their own lives. Beautiful

I’m not going to list anymore cause there so many but I have experienced the beginning of the first humans millions of years ago to the making of the I phone. I am so honoured I get to experience these events and meet the people in the stories we learn. It’s crazy because to us it’s this amazing history we can only imagine but to them it’s just life. They no nothing else. They don’t know how truely incredible they are in our history. I can’t wait to experience more. Maybe one day I’ll even go into the future. Who knows.

Also something else I did was meet Van Gogh and take him to the dr future to the Van Gogh museum so he can see he wasn’t a failure. So he could see he made it. I took this idea after watching doctor who and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I still get chills. To see this man who died thinking he was nothing getting to see a the future where he is known as one of the greatest artists of all time. My favorite shifting experience ever

Woooaaahhhh!! That's like suppoerr cooll!! I'm so happy for you and that is such a cool idea ajajajsk😭❣️

#shiftblr #reality shifting #shiftinconsciousness #shifting

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our-death-means-flag · 2 years

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Headcanons: Hugging the Crew of the Revenge

All of them are my blorbos. I want to hug them. So, here’s that. First time posting on this account! Sorry if this sucks! Platonic or Romantic, up to you!

Stede

Probably not very experienced in giving hugs

Always liked the idea and wanted to hug people but it’s not very ‘proper’ and the poor guy didn’t really have any friends so hasn’t gotten to give many hugs

Has many stored up hugs waiting to be unleashed

Would be very eager but would probably overthink it

Give him a heads up. He wants to set up the ideal hug! Tea, pillows, blankets, the whole nine!

He would go and change into his softest clothes for the occasion

Fumbles his way through the first few seconds but once he gets a good handle on it, he gives very good hugs

Hugs you very gently

Would be happy to read to you while hugging you if it would make you feel better

(It would also make him feel better)

Very soft (fine fabrics) and smells amazing

Just one hug from Stede and you’ll be smelling like flowers for the rest of your day

Probably does the awkward dad pat on the back

Probably also not super experienced in hugs

But also very very excited

A very forceful hugger

He gets very excited okay?

Also he strong

He will 100% squeeze the air out of your lungs

Would also appreciate being squeezed

(Ed would love weighted blankets and I will die on this hill)

Also probably the most likely to pick you up and swing you around

He won’t drop you don’t worry

Despite all the shenanigans, his hugs feel very warm and sturdy

He was probably overthinking just as much as Stede but he’s just better at bluffing confidence

How does he win a hug?

If you tell him you he did a good job with it, congratulations, he will now hug you whenever he sees you

Will probably ask for another hug right after putting you down

Izzy

Hugs for the rat-man

Local meow-meow has never been hugged

Will insist up and down that he doesn’t want/need a hug

He absolutely does but will never ask

Also no way is he self aware enough to even consider the possibility that he might need one

If you somehow manage to give him a hug, he will have absolutely no idea what to do

Will probably stand there, hands awkwardly in the air like someone has him at gunpoint until you tell him it’s okay to touch you

Once he properly is hugging you he will melt immediately

This man is incredibly touch starved and this is the most incredible thing that has ever happened to him

He gets one (1) kind gesture and he immediately has an existential crisis

Might cry and if you let him hide his face in your shoulder he’ll cry harder

Let him cry. Poor guy needs a good cry

Hugs incredibly gently by default (He doesn’t want to hurt you)

Will probably never ask for another hug but will be thinking about it for a long time

Please hug him again

Lucius

Gives very good hugs, nice, comforting

Definitely knows what to say to make you feel better

Also pretty open with affection in general

Loops his arm over your shoulder when talking etc.

Would probably whisper something flirty in your ear just to watch you get flustered (If you’re alright with it of course)

Would also go for the ass grab (he asks first of course)

If you’re strong enough to carry him, he would 100% ask you to

Though if you say yes even once he will keep asking. He’s kind of lazy and very flirty so he would be living the dream getting carried around

Also wouldn’t hesitate to rally the entire crew to give you a group hug if he thought it would help you

Black Pete

Would initially insist he’s too cool for hugs

This doesn’t last more that ten seconds because he actually really likes hugs and will fold very quickly even if you don’t push

Seamlessly switches over to claiming he gives the best and coolest hugs

They are pretty cool hugs admittedly

Comfy but a bit on the tight side

Would give you a very strong pat on the back

Like a little too hard but he means well

He’s trying

Jim

Doesn’t strike me as someone who likes hugs all that much

Not very physically affectionate in general

If they did give one they’d probably be very gentle and they’d do their best to move slowly not to spook you since that’s what they’d prefer

Their hugs feel very safe and comforting

Jim would feel protective of you while they’re hugging you

They’re glaring at everyone over your shoulder

If Oluwande dragged them into a group hug they’d be a bit more comfortable with that

They’d probably prefer slinging their arm over your shoulder and sitting next to you to a proper hug

Comfortable but not too much touching involved

Olu

Very very good hugs

I can not emphasize enough how comfy and good his hugs would be

A true master of hugs

Knows exactly how much force to use and how long to make it

Would gently rub your back

Tells you that everything is going to be okay and you can’t not believe him

His hugs feel so safe you could easily fall asleep in his arms

He would let you if you did

Also probably send Jim to make sure everyone else keeps it down so you can sleep

10000/10 hug

Frenchie

Loves hugs and physical affection

The kind of person who would greet you with a hug

Careful at first but that’s mostly because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

Once you give him permission, he will hug you whenever he can

If you hug him from behind he can also play something for you

Cuddles. So many cuddles

Will happily share a blanket or a pillow with you

Wee John

Loves hugs

Very comfy and soft and warm

Probably very careful about how tightly to hold you

Would pick you up and carry you around

He might drop you

Depending on where you both are and how close you two are he might just book it running

For the chaos

Would totally let you sleep on top of him (He is a very cozy bed)

Roach

This might be overly specific but I think he’d be the type to run up behind you and jump scare you with a hug from behind

If you do it back to him he would be pretty happy and proud

Personally I don’t think that startling someone on a ship where most people are armed is a great idea but in his mind if he gets stabbed he can fix it

What’s a little stabbing but a garnish on a hug?

Generally likes hugging from behind

If you’re trying some food he made for you he’d probably be draped over your shoulders like a blanket while waiting for your opinion

The Swede

The Tackle Hug™

He got excited and just went for it

Sent both of you flying

He felt really bad about it and apologized a lot

Will do it again the next time he wants to hug someone

No matter how many times it happens, he will never learn

Stede might suggest that the Swede uses it again during a raid as an attack and you have mixed feelings about that

Ivan

Hug neutral

If you need one or if a hug would make you feel better he’d be fine with that

Probably won’t seek out hugs on his own though

You can cry or fall asleep in his arms and he’ll be fine with that

Will happily take care of you

Fang

I think he would be a little nervous

He hasn’t given many hugs and he really doesn’t want to mess up

Would probably tell you that he’s nervous

Once you assure him everything’s going to be okay he gives you a very good hug

Gets very excited and will be grinning for a while

Very safe and warm

Buttons

Would give surprisingly good hugs

Gives you a comforting pat on the back

Grandpa hug vibes

Karl or Olivia would probably join in and perch on your head or shoulder (They also want you to know they support you)

Buttons would insist that the sea gives the best hugs. (You have no idea what to make of that. He probably isn’t threatening to throw you overboard. Probably )

Also make sure you do not ask him while he is moonbathing

He would absolutely pause the moonbathing to hug you

But he will not pause to put on pants

Be warned

#ofmd x reader #our flag means death #izzy hands x reader #israel hands x reader #edward teach x reader #stede bonnet x reader #frenchie x reader #frenchie ofmd x reader #blackbeard x reader #could probably write whole fics for stede ed and Izzy #if anyone wants #count all the times a self conscious writer uses the word probably in a set of headcanons #im very nervous #this sat in my drafts for a week

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xo-valxntine · 1 year

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Amethyst Eyes (T. Inumaki)

part one | part two | part three | bonus

pairing: toge inumaki x gn!reader

synopsis: you’re closing up your clinic one night when a strange man comes stumbling in, wounded and coughing up blood. at first you’re taken by surprise, but then your medical expertise immediately kicks in and you do your best to take care of him

tws: aged up characters, mentions of blood, brief mentions of gangs (let me know if i’m missing something?) wc: 4,667

a/n: inumaki is so cute and deserves all the love every time i look for inumaki fics there’s never enough so i decided to write one lol this will be separated into three parts (i got carried away) here is part one. i hope u enjoy ੈ✩‧₊˚

It was a late Wednesday evening and you were finishing up the last of your paperwork for the day. It was a typical day as a family practitioner, you had spent the day doing checkups on children, completing physicals, and ensuring that all your patients were in good health. You loved your job as the local doctor in your small town. You knew all of your patients relatively well, considering you had grown up there. You left your small town at the age of 18, moving to the big city in order to pursue your dreams as a doctor. The pace of the city was dramatically different compared to where you had grown up. There was always something happening in the city, whereas in the small town there wasn’t much other than country and small town gossip. You enjoyed the city for a while, experiencing everything it had to offer, but then you decided you needed to slow back down, so when you graduated from medical school you moved back home and opened your clinic. At first it was strange, treating the adults that helped raise you, but you quickly became accustomed to it. They constantly praised you and told you stories from when you were younger.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N.” Miss Misuzu said. “I remember when you were just a little thing, running around and getting into trouble. Now you’re all grown up and a doctor! That’s really amazing.”

You smiled fondly at the memory. Miss Misuzu was always one of your favorite people to be around when you were younger. You didn’t have the best home life, but Misuzu was always there for you. She had practically raised you. She would always have cookies and other snacks when you’d go over to her house. She’d constantly invite you over for dinner, making sure you were properly fed. Sometimes, she’d even let you help her. You’d spend hours at Misuzu’s just to get away from home. There were even times, she’d let you spend the night when you didn’t want to go home. She’d tell you stories as you went to bed and when you had nightmares she made you tea and comforted you until you fell asleep. Misuzu was your family.

You were letting the memories play through your head, smiling fondly when a loud noise startled you. At first you thought you’d imagined it, after all there was never any commotion in your small town, when you heard a loud thud come from the front of your clinic. You grabbed a scalpel from the tray beside you and started to creep to the front of the clinic.

Could someone be trying to rob me? You thought to yourself.

That didn’t make any sense. Everyone from here knew you had nothing of value at the clinic. Even if they wanted drugs, you didn’t have any here. Unless, it was someone from outside of town? But again, that didn’t make sense, people didn’t come out here. You’re rationalizing your thoughts, trying to get the courage to round the corner. After a moment, you take a deep breath and round the corner.

“Oh my god.” You say as you drop your scalpel. There on the floor of your clinic was a blonde haired man, wearing a strange black uniform, bleeding out. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

You try to regain your composure and quickly rush to his side. You had spent two years in the ER, but you decided it wasn’t for you on account of your tendency to freak out. You quickly flip the man over trying to identify the source of his bleeding. As your eyes are wandering his body, looking for the source, your eyes focus on his right lower abdomen and notice the blood pooling there. You quickly look around the room, trying to remember where your scissors and towels were. You rush over to your drawers and cabinets, flinging them open and then grabbing the scissors and towels. You start snipping his shirt away at the area of the wound and rip the fabric off, so you can get a better look at it. When the fabric is cleared away you look at the wound in shock. You hadn’t seen a wound like that since your hospital days. You eye the man again, just who was this guy? All of a sudden, he sits up abruptly, coughing up copious amounts of blood. You can feel the anxiety and fear begin creeping up in your body, but you do your best to shove it back down. You had a job to do and you weren’t going to let this man die. You reach for the towels and move to place them firmly on his wound, but his hand grabs your wrist stopping you. He just shakes his head.

“You can’t be serious? You’re bleeding out. I need to stop the bleeding.” You say as you try to press the towels to his wound. His grip on your wrist tightens. You look down at him holding your wrist and then back up at him. That’s when you notice them for the first time.

Despite his mouth being somewhat covered in blood, you can still make out the peculiar tattoos surrounding his lips. You look at them, taking them in and then gaze up at his eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat. He had the most mesmerizing amethyst eyes. Even though they were laced with pain, you were absolutely captivated by them.

“Who are you?” You whisper. He goes to open his mouth, but words don’t come out, instead he starts coughing again, more blood spilling out his mouth. That instantly snaps you out of whatever daze you’re in and you’re back into doctor mode.

“Hold that there.” You say pushing the towel on to his lower abdomen. Then, you take another towel and begin wiping away the blood at his mouth.

“Do you think you can move? I have a bed back there. Once you get there I can take a better look at you.” You say eyeing him once more. He nods faintly and then starts moving to get up. You help him carefully and lead him to the bed. Once he’s on the bed, you get everything you need to start checking his vitals. Despite him bleeding so much, his vitals didn’t indicate that there was a large issue at hand. His blood pressure was low, but that made sense considering his blood loss. The wound must not have been as bad as you initially thought. You really did have a tendency to overreact.

“Okay. I’m going to need to clean your wound and check to see if there’s any other significant injuries.” You say firmly. He goes to protest, but winces and settles back down. You take that as the okay to go ahead. You take a few supplies out of your cabinets and drawers, then sit on your examination chair and wheel over to him.

“Can you take off your shirt?” You ask, eyeing him. He gives you a look.

“You can either take it off, or I can cut it off you. I’m going to attend to your wound.”

You feel his violet eyes boring into yours and part of you wants to look away, but you refuse. You’re not sure how long the two of you spend in a staring contest, but he finally sighs and reluctantly pulls off his shirt. Even though he struggles getting it off, wincing, he pulls it off and sets it on his lap. You swallow deeply as you take in his toned torso covered in bruises. He was slender, but that didn’t stop him from being muscular. Pushing the distraction away, your eyes go back to the wound on his lower abdomen. The bleeding had lessened, so it must not have been as deep as you initially thought. Some muscles had been torn through, but there wasn’t any damage to vital organs. Even still, he needed a hospital. You didn’t have the equipment necessary to completely attend to that kind of wound. You clean his wound and patch it up the best you can, then you go on to check his ribs for any broken ribs. By the bruising and puffiness you assumed at least a few of them were broken, but to confirm you rain your fingers across his torso, checking to see if any were actually broken. You watched him wince as you touched to check them. You gave him an apologetic look in return. From what you could feel, two or three of them were most likely broken, but you didn’t have an x-ray machine to confirm. You let out a sigh.

“You really need a hospital. Your wound needs more attention than I can give it and you have a few broken ribs. I don’t even know how you’re breathing comfortably, right now.” You say. “I can drive you to-“ He cuts you off with a shake of his head.

“You can’t be serious. You need a hospital. I can’t take care of you here.” He just shakes his head again in response. You let out an exasperated sigh. “I could lose my license for this, you know?” The man just looks at you with those violet eyes and doesn’t say anything.

“Fine. I’m going to get you a bottle of wat-“ You stop yourself and remember how he was coughing up blood. “I need to check one last thing. Open your mouth.” The man raises an eyebrow at you.

“You were coughing up blood. I need to take a look at your throat.” You say pulling out a small light. “Say ‘ahhh’.”

The man opens his mouth and stick out his tongue and you’re taken aback by the tattoo on his tongue. Who was this guy? You shake off the thought and go back to examining his mouth.

“Can you speak?” You ask as you click your light off.

“Salmon.” It comes out hoarsely and you’re not sure you completely hear him.

“Salmon?” Had he ended up with some kind of concussion too? It was possible, especially with the other wounds he had, so you move to start giving him a concussion examination. He stops you before you’re able to start.

“You could have a concussion. I need to give you a proper examination.” He shakes his head profusely. It was starting to drive you mad.

“Fine. I’m going to get you a bottle of water.” You say as you rise from your chair. “Try not to move too much.” You’re moving out the room before he even has the chance to nod.

You go to grab a bottle of water from the small refrigerator you have when your eyes are drawn to the pools of blood on your floor. They were beginning to dry and you knew you’d have to clean them up sooner rather than later. The thoughts of the evening came rushing back to you. A strange man had stumbled into your clinic bleeding and your first instinct should’ve been to call someone for help, then attend to his wounds, not let him stay in your small clinic, where you were completely alone with him. Who knows what he could’ve done to you? Or what he could still do to you. Honestly, not much considering his state, but still you never really knew. But thinking about it, you felt there was no way he’d do something to you. You couldn’t quite explain it. Despite the fact you didn’t even know him, he just didn’t seem like the type of person that would hurt others. He seemed more like a protector. You had gotten so lost in your thoughts that you forgot about the glass of water. You quickly regain your composure, go to grab a bottle of water and some of the nutrient crackers you kept.

“Hey, I got your-“ You stop when you see him slumped over sleeping. Probably passed out from exhaustion.

You set the bottle and the crackers on the bedside table, so that they’re there for him in case he wakes up. You try to will yourself to leave, but there’s just something captivating about him. The slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the way his lips are slightly parted, how his blonde hair falls gently over his face. Your eyes slowly take in his captivating form, admiring the details of his full eyelashes and the curve of his cheekbones. Then your eyes return to his lips, still slightly stained red with blood. They looked so soft, you wanted to reach out and trace them with your finger. Trace the lines and circles of his tattoos framing his lips. You took the time to take in his slender, but toned figure. Your eyes traced over all the curves of his muscles on his arms, torso, and abdomen. He was beautiful, even with bandages wrapped around him and the bruises littered across him. You watch as he shivers and then stirs a little. Oh right. He was probably cold. How could you forget something as simple as that? You move to the cabinet and pull out a blanket and then set it carefully over him. He subconsciously embraces the newfound warmth and you smile softly.

Once you’re convinced that he’s settled, you move to clean the blood off the floor. You get the necessary supplies and begin scrubbing away. It wasn’t a lot of blood, but you hadn’t seen this much since your days in the hospital. You were so glad the day your residency in the hospital finished. There was this dark, sullen feeling you got when you worked there. It just wasn’t the place for you. You scrubbed away at the floor until all that was left was your reflection sparkling in the freshly cleaned floors. Almost as if the blood was never there in the first place. As your putting everything back away, you let out a tired sigh. You glance at the clock and note that it’s a little past midnight. You were exhausted. It was probably in part due to the amount of stress your body had experienced in such a short time, but where were you going to go? You couldn’t go home and leave him here by himself. What if something happened? You weren’t sure you’d be able to handle the emotional weight of that. So, you decided to curl up on the sofa in the front room and get some sleep.

The next morning you awake, startled by the sound of knocking on the door. You sit up quickly and try to regain an understanding of your surroundings. You blink sluggishly, taking in the familiar light colored walls of your clinic, the pictures, and the various plants. Your eyes wander around the room, recalling the night before. So all of that had really happened. You’re reminded of what woke you when the knocking at the door continues.

“Y/N? Are you in there? It’s Misuzu.” She calls from the door.

“Just a second!” You call back. You quickly stand up and straighten your clothes before making your way to the door.

“Good morning Miss Misuzu. How are you?” You say smiling.

“Good morning, hun. I baked some bread last night and thought I’d bring you some. I stopped by your house, but you weren’t there. Thought you might be here and decided to drop by.” You took note of the basket in her hand and smiled warmly.

“That’s so kind of you Miss M. Did you want to come inside for a little bit?” You ask, moving out the way to let her in. You were secretly wishing she would say no. Any other time, you’d be happy to sit and chat, but on account of your friend in the back you really couldn’t let her in.

“No, no I have some things I need to do. And I’m sure you’ve probably got work to do. Here, I hope you enjoy it.” Misuzu says handing you the basket. “Just bring the basket back sometime later, okay?” You smile warmly and accept the basket.

“Will do. Thank you so much.” You say gratefully. She gives you a small wave and goes on her way. When she’s out of your sight, you close the door quickly making your way to the back of the clinic.

When you round the corner you almost drop the basket from shock. The bed was completely empty, and it wasn’t just that, it was made to perfection as if no one had even been there. And you would’ve believed no one had been there if it wasn’t for the blanket from last night neatly folded at the end of the bed with a note atop it. You pick up the note gently and open it.

Thank you - Toge Inumaki was scrawled across in the paper in a messy script.

You were left dumbfounded. There was now a name for the man you helped last night. Toge Inumaki. You practiced the name a few times, seeing how each syllable ran off your tongue. You run through the details of the night and move to put the basket and note down. Images of Inumaki collapsed on your floor and pools of blood flashed in your head. You were left with so many questions. How had he managed to leave? When did he leave? He wasn’t in any condition to go off somewhere on his own. And how had he gotten the wound in the first place? Also, he said “salmon”. Just what was that about? So much for getting the answers you wanted.

Days passed and you hadn’t seen Inumaki again. It was almost as if that night hadn’t even happened, as if Inumaki and the whole incident had been a figment of your imagination. If it wasn’t for the note, you’d been holding onto it since that morning, you would believe you made the whole thing up. You still couldn’t make sense of it, not just what had happened, but him. Something about Inumaki had a hold on you. You kept envisioning those gorgeous amethyst eyes in your head over and over again. The lines of his tattoos, surrounding his lips, the circular tattoo on his tongue. How his blonde hair fell perfectly around his face. You remembered how peaceful he looked when he was sleeping, the low rise and fall of his chest. You kept playing the night over and over in your head, wanting to remember all the little details. You shake your head and go back to cleaning up the clinic. It was still relatively early afternoon, but you had seen all of your patients for the day and were ready to head home. You’re putting the last of everything away when you hear the door open.

“Just a second.” You call to the door. You’re trying to put the last of your things up when you hear a loud clutter. “What on earth-“

You stop what you’re doing and move swiftly to the front of the clinic. You instantly got flashbacks to that night. There he was, collapsed on your floor just like that night. He was sprawled on the floor, knocked out cold. Unlike the last time, there wasn’t any blood. Well not any you could see right away. You quickly rush to his side and try to flip him over. Once you flip him over you note that there is blood surrounding his mouth. You move to get all of the equipment needed to check his vitals. For the most part, his vitals come out as normal, there were a few things that were high, but nothing to be concerned about.

“Just what were you doing, Inumaki?” You say, gently brushing his hair out of his face. You take in his peaceful state for a moment before taking the dampened towel, and carefully wiping the blood from his lips.

You wanted to move him to the bed, it wasn’t comfortable on those hard tiles, but you weren’t going to be able to move him by yourself. Instead, you go to grab the blanket from before and a pillow. You carefully lift Inumaki’s head and slide the pillow under, before resting it back down. Then, you take the blanket and cover him. There was no telling how long he’d be out. It could be four minutes, it could be four hours.

While Inumaki was out, you used the time to return to your cleaning and closing up the clinic for the day. You still had a few chart updates to do, so you took the time to do that. You hear Inumaki begin to store slightly and watch as he begins to come to, blinking slowly trying to take in his surroundings and then as he sits up suddenly on high alert.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” You say trying to calm him down. He’s staring at you with wide eyes and then as he takes in your features, you watch as he visibly relaxes.

“You were out for a while. Here, drink this.” You say handing him a bottle of water. Inumaki takes it and gives a nod of thanks before unscrewing the cap and chugging it down. “Hey, slow down. It’s not good to drink that fast.” Inumaki ignores you, finishing the bottle quickly. He lets out an exasperated sigh when he’s done and then smiles at you warmly. You immediately become flustered and want to turn away, but you force yourself to stay facing him. You could finally ask him all the questions that have been clouding your brain.

“Inumaki.” You say capturing his attention.

You pause for a moment, thinking about the right question. The one that would best answer all your questions. You rack your brain for the right question and settle on the one you had asked all those nights ago.

“Who are you?”

You watch as his brows knit together, taking in your question. The two of you sit in silence for a while. You watch Inumaki carefully, watching his every movement. Inumaki opens his mouth to speak, but then quickly shuts it frowning.

“I guess you don’t have to tell me, but I’d appreciate you telling me. You know, on account of me saving your life and all.” You say in attempt to ease the tension. Inumaki shakes his head in response.

“Okay. I understand if you don’t-“ Inumaki shakes his head again, this time more violently. “Wait, so you do want to tell me?” Inumaki nods in agreement, but looks frustrated.

“Okay.” You reply. He was acting strangely. Maybe it was due to the concussion from before.

Inumaki pulls out his phone, taps a few times, and then hands it to you. It’s opened to a new contact page. You look at him confused.

“You want me to put my number in?” You ask tilting your head to the side. Inumaki nods, points to himself, makes a typing gesture with his fingers, then points to you. “You’re going to text me? Why do you want to text me?” You’re still confused at this point. Inumaki slumps down in his spot.

“Okay, okay, I’ll put my number in, but I’m still confused.” You say.

You type your contact info into his phone quickly, and then hand it back to Inumaki. Inumaki takes it and moves his fingers across the screen swiftly. You didn’t know a person could type that fast. All of a sudden you hear your phone ding. You pull it out of your pocket and see a text from an unknown number.

I wish I could explain, but I can’t :( I’m sorry

Your eyes dart across the screen and then to Inumaki. You mind starts to flood with why he couldn’t possibly tell you. You think about the wound he had from the first night, his multiple bruises, the way he was coughing up blood, and the tattoos surrounding his lips and on his tongue. Your eyes widen at your new revelation.

“Oh my god, are you in a gang?” You say, sitting up straight. Inumaki looks at you for a second and then he starts laughing. Laughing. The sound catches you off guard, but then your heart flutters. Suddenly, you want nothing more than to hear that sound over and over again.

“Why are you laughing? How is being in a gang funny?”

Inumaki gets his laughing under control, coughing a little bit, and types something else on his phone. You look down at your phone to see a new message.

No lolol. That’d be interesting though.

You eye him carefully, trying to sense a lie. He smiles at you in return and you feel something in your heart flutter.

“You’re really not in a gang?” Inumaki’s smile widens as he shakes his head. “Okay, then what else is there to be so secretive about?” Your phone buzzes again.

Can’t say.

“Fine. Why are you texting me, though? Did something happen to your throat? Do you want me to take a look at it?” You ask, genuinely concerned. Inumaki shakes his head.

Long story. Maybe I’ll tell you another time :)

“Okay.” You reply. You were curious, Inumaki had ignited something in your brain. You wanted to know more about him. That’s when you realized the two of you were still sitting on the floor. Inumaki must’ve realized too, because he stood up and offered his hand to you.

“Thank you.” You say as he helps you up.

You take in his violet eyes, they were sparkling and you could see the happiness in his eyes. A great contrast from what you had seen before, when they were laced with pain. You glanced down to his lips, looking at the tattoos beside them once more. Inumaki seemed to notice this and zipped his jacket up, covering the lower half of his face.

“I’m sorry.” You say looking away from him. “I didn’t mean to stare.” You really didn’t mean any harm. You were just intrigued by them. By him.

You can feel Inumaki’s eyes on you and you want to hide away from his gaze. You hear his phone buzz and watch him as he checks the notification. Inumaki lets out a sigh catching your attention. He gestures to the door.

“Oh do you have to leave?” You ask. Inumaki nods and then starts walking to the door. “Are you going to stop by again?” Inumaki stops when he reaches the door and turns back to you. Inumaki smiles with his eyes, holds his phone out and shakes it side to side.

“Okay, I’ll text you.” You say smiling back. Inumaki gives a small wave and then slides out the door.

Later that night, you were getting ready for bed when your phone buzzed next to you. You finished brushing your teeth and then picked up the phone to see who it was.

toge inumaki

Guess who ＼(￣▽￣)／

You giggle and type your reply,

how’d you get this number?

Your phone buzzes barely a few seconds later

toge inumaki

(￣︿￣)

You giggle again and curl up in bed before you type your reply.

hi inumaki :)

Call me toge

okay

hi toge :)

Whatcha doin~

getting ready for bed, you?

Boring~

I’m watching a movie with some friends

you mean your fellow gang members? i didn’t realize you all watched movies, especially not together

Hahah so funny ~(>_<;~)

I promise I’m not in a gang

i definitely believe that .

Promise~

yeah, yeah okay

what movie are you watching

No idea.

I’m not really paying attention lolol

dummy

That’s so not nice :(

i’m sorry :(

Are you mocking me?

yes :(

And to think I thought you were nice (｡•́︿•̀｡)

You laugh quietly to yourself and try to think of something to say back. Before you can another text message is coming in.

I gotta go, my friends are started to bug me

Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams. ♡

night toge ♡

#jjk inumaki #inumaki imagines #inumaki toge #inumaki x y/n #inumaki x reader #inumaki x you #toge x reader #toge inumaki #inumaki fanfic #inumaki fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #inumaki toge x reader #jujutsu kaisen inumaki #inumaki headcanons

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akittenwrites · 1 year

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Do you write for Aemond? If so, how do you think he'd be different from Daemon?

I do, actually! I mean, I haven't written anything for him because I'm busy with hot daddy/uncle Daemon, but I'll probably write a fic in the future.

About your question... well, they are different in many ways.

Headcanons below the cut

Their way with words

While Daemon is comfortable cursing and being generally indecent around you, Aemond is still a young man raised by his religious mom so he does care about the use of proper vocabulary. I'm not saying Daemon curses at you —not at all— just that he doesn't mind calling Otto a cunt when you're alone. You have probably learned fifty new ways to insult someone just by spending time with him, and there is nothing more liberating than drinking wine with the one you love, feeling comfortable enough to speak your mind freely. At least, that is how Daemon feels when he's with you.

Aemond, on the other hand, never curses. He despises his enemies and can be incredibly cruel —perhaps even more than Daemon— yet he always finds a way to offend other people without resorting to curse words. Perhaps he will call his enemies weak, or old, or as disgusting as cockroaches, but he will always refrain from cursing, especially in front of you, to whom he shows the absolute respect a prince must show his lady. Unless you are having sex, that is a different story.

What they call you

Daemon calls you by your name in private, sometimes my love when completely alone and intimate, and sometimes he calls you pet names. If you are a Stark he will call you his wolf, or his lioness if you're a Lannister... his dragon if you're a Targaryen just like him. He might even call you a vixen if you try to seduce him while he's otherwise occupied.

In public, he will use your name when talking to you directly, but will refer to you as his wife, princess, or queen —whichever of those titles you possess— and force others to respect you when addressing you as well.

Aemond, in private, refers to you as princess, for two reasons: first, he is a prince and you're with him, so that makes you a princess; second, it's a pet name. He is more romantic than Daemon in the traditional sense, so he will also call you the love of his life, his soulmate, and the source of his happiness. He will also call you by your name, of course.

In public, he will call you his lady wife, as he has been taught. When addressing you he will use your name, but perhaps his pet name for you, princess, might accidentally slip out every once in a while. He is similar to Daemon in that he will command everyone to address you properly, and will take great offense if anyone dares insult you —blood will be spilled—.

How they are in bed

Daemon is lustful, lewd, and obviously very experienced. He will show you and teach you things you never even dreamed of, and will always be open to trying out new things as well. His appetite is insatiable, and if it were up to him he'd spend entire days in bed with you, just fucking, resting, fucking, drinking, and fucking again. You actually do that sometimes, when you're both free. He will also get horny anywhere, and you end up fucking in the bath, in the library, at the beach, and even in the middle of the woods. Maids and servants are already used to this behavior so they leave you to it when they hear moaning and grunting coming from somewhere in the castle. He's so salacious he will even go as far as stroking your thigh under the table at dinner, even if the rest of the court is there. The man can't keep his hands to himself.

Aemond, contrary to popular belief, is absolutely inexperienced in the department. He knows how it works, Aegon took him to a brothel when he was younger and he learned the ropes, but it wasn't a pleasant experience and he hasn't been back since. So when he's with you, you end up being the one that shows the most interest in carnal desires, at least initially. He wants you, and he wants to have you and to claim you, but as passionate as he is about it, it will be you that will blow his mind when you kneel in front of him to undo his breeches or when you take charge and ride him until he's spent. Soon he understands why so many men spend their nights in brothels: sex is a pleasure and he wants it as well... with you. He had always called Aegon a degenerate for only thinking about women and fucking, but he now finds himself in a similar situation in which he can't stop thinking about you during the day and counts the hours until he's free from his duties to go to your bed and make you his once again. You will show him how much pleasure he can feel with you, and briefly, you will tame the dragon.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon imagine #daemon x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd headcanon #daemon headcanon #aemond headcanons #daemon targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagine

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laurencher · 30 days

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Dosia 3, 6, 7 (as in, other children younger than him), 9, 12, 17, 18, 26, 28, 29, 30, 32, 33, 34, 42, 44, 49 teeheeee

Thanks for the asks @dullard, here you are!

3. Dosia is a very optimistic young man who always tries to look at the world in a positive way and not to give up. He keeps repeating the same thought: "I have no right to say that my life is terrible. I have a roof over my head, loved ones who care about me and goals for the future. Why should I be unhappy. Life is beautiful!" However, Dosia is unable to express his emotions normally. He is used to hiding all his insecurities, fears and pain behind a wide smile, he finds it hard to openly express his emotions even in the presence of his own owl mom/big sister. It's easier for him to accumulate it all inside until his guts are shattered.

6. His...huge... EARS. Sometimes he wishes he could get rid of them. He hates it when someone pulls on his ears, it's a very sensitive body part.

7. To be honest... Dosia is very afraid of children. He doesn't have hatred for them, but he feels like a fish out of water around them. But he would never hurt a child.

9. Fear of death

12. When people judge him by his looks.

He is a small fluffy cute harmless ecaflip, yes yes yes yes, but don't be surprised if he abruptly claws at your neck or strikes you with all his mighty hind legs

15. He chews on his paw when he sleeps...and he is a sleepwalker. Ro (his owl guardian) has gotten used to what he sometimes does in this state. Sometimes it's very funny and sometimes it's pretty scary. But it has become a kind of habitual action.

17. I think it is his unbreakable optimism and hope for a bright future, despite all the hardships and problems

18. His owl guardian (mom, big sister) Fukuro. They keep each other alive. They love each other very much, even though they are always bully each other (it's their thing, only the person who loves you the most can lovingly tell you: "Dosia, you're an ecaflip asshole" or "Ro, if you stay up all night again, I'll pull your feathers out and make earrings out of them GO TO SLEEP FOR FUCK'S SAKE").

26. Cheerfulness, goal-orientedness and cyclothymic disorder.

28. Anger. He is incapable of experiencing anger in the usual sense. Every time he encounters it, instead of irritation and aggression, he starts crying...and he hates to cry, but he can't do it any other way.

29. Ro, their new shared home (their small village and its inhabitants) and his book collection (he dreams of learning to write one day too)

30. His anxiety, insecurities and many fears. And also that he slept together with Ro in the same bed even after he stopped being a little bow meow

32. He doesn't want to think about it too much, it's painful memories for him (the death of his parents, wandering around the world looking for a new home). And it's never going to happen again anyway, right? Why think about it...

33. Friendliness, sociability, empathy

34. He constantly puts up with everything and tries to hide his problems (this brings discomfort not only to him, but also to his loved ones who worry about him). Dosia also gets jealous of his owl mom quite often and worries that others might hurt her. And...he has problems with personal hygiene (if he had a cat mom he could teach it properly, but his foster mom is an owl).

42. His looks, his high baby voice...and the fact that in his opinion he has become an disabling burden for Ro (he hates himself for it, seriously)

44. Fear... Fear of losing Ro. Fear that HIS life will end abruptly and Ro will have to live with it. Long story short, fear of death in any form.

49. He is proud that he is old enough to make his own life, to take care of himself and to be able to help Ro with whatever he can. Ro is the village chief and Dosia is happy to be her right-hand man.

*it's me after the end of writing this post*

#wakfu #waven #wakfu oc #my ocs

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drarrily-we-row-along · 2 years

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Flufftober 6: Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights

Harry hated Halloween.

The grief and sense of loss he experienced was masked and covered in much the same way that people dressed up in costumes so that he could attend parties and be social. But every Halloween, all he wanted to do was stay at home and grieve.

Unfortunately, this had been especially true the past two years because he'd started dating Draco, and Draco loved nothing so much as he loved throwing a good party. And Harry loved Draco, so it seemed like a small sacrifice to make when he was expected to go to parties anyway; at least this one would be in his own home so he could sneak off to bed early to have a good cry.

But as he started up the walk, Harry noticed immediately that something was off. There was no sound coming from the house; no laughter or music, no raised voices either. The lights in the house were also dim, nothing like they normally were for the Halloween party.

Frowning, Harry pushed the door open and found that no one was in their house. "Draco?" he called uncertainly, drawing his wand to be safe.

"Hey," Draco said, emerging from the kitchen with two glasses of wine in his hands.

"Hi," he said, tilting his head curiously at him, "Where-"

"It shouldn't have taken the death of my father for me to realize that it has probably been awful for you to have parties every year on Halloween," he said.

He shook his head, "It's fine-"

"It's not," he replied. "Remember when I came in last year and found you crying in the bathroom?"

"I'm fine-"

"And you told me that you were fine," he continued, "but you weren't. Of course you weren't," Draco said, taking a step closer to him. "You've never been allowed to grieve properly," he added. "I'm sorry that I didn't realize before. The thought of-" he broke off, shaking his head. "If someone had wanted me to come to a party on the day my father died, I would have been furious. And my relationship with him was much more complicated and frought with tension-"

"Draco-" he started.

"I'm rambling," he said, shaking his head. "My point, is that I'm sorry."

He stepped over and took the glasses from Draco, setting them on the table before taking Draco's hands in his, "I love you," he said softly. "I've never held it against you."

"That's because you're too good for this world."

He pressed a kiss to Draco's knuckles, "I'll remember you said that the next time I've left my socks lying under the coffee table."

"Brat," Draco muttered but his voice was so full of affection that Harry couldn't help but smile. "Come on, I've something to show you."

He followed Draco through the house, wine glasses trailing along behind him, to the back patio. Draco opened the door and Harry's breath caught in his chest.

Their patio had been decorated with pictures of his parents, framed with care, some moving and others still. He'd seen most of the pictures before, but there were a couple that looked unfamiliar. They were illuminated by candles and decorative lanterns, fairy lights had been strung up and cast a soft warm glow around them.

"Draco," he whispered, eyes filling with tears.

The other man cleared his throat, "I thought that we could maybe just sit and talk a little bit. Maybe you could tell me some of the stories you've gathered over the years?"

"Thank you," he managed, throat tight around the feeling of being loved and seen.

"I love you," Draco replied, tugging Harry over toward the soft bench across from the pictures. "Tell me about them?"

And Harry cried while he told Draco everything he knew about his parents, all of the little scraps he'd pieced together through the years. It felt good to be sharing their story, to have someone listen like they really cared about who they'd been.

When he reached the end of his stories he murmured, "When I was little, at the Dursley's, I used to imagine them. I used to dream that there was someone who'd loved me. Finding out that it was true, that both of my parents loved me so much that they died for me," he broke off to swallow. "I didn't really feel worthy, you know?"

Draco's fingers laced through Harry's and he squeezed them wordlessly, waiting.

"And I didn't want it," he added, so soft he could barely hear his own words. "I didn't want to be somewhere that no one was left who loved me."

There was a little hiccoughing gasp and Harry turned to look at Draco, immediately drawn out of his reminiscing. The other man sat there next to him, tears sliding down his cheeks, "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be," Harry said, wiping Draco's tears.

"I just," he let out a shuddering sort of sob, "I'm so sad for you. I can't-"

"It's alright," he murmured, pulling Draco into his arms, "It's better now. I have so many people who love me. My life is so good," he added.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he replied. "Thanks for doing this with me."

"Always," he promised.

A promise he kept every year thereafter. Every year, Draco set out their pictures and gifted Harry with a little story of them that he'd never heard before.

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#love #flufftober #drarry #soft #dealing with trauma #established relationship #cw: mentions death of parents #fluff

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hulhudhonado · 2 years

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"I Think You And I Should Partner Up"

Part 1 | Part 2

Note: I have been reading a lot of Pantalone fanfiction and most mention him giving gifts, pampering you or they are those very dark ones where he is not so kind to you. I wanted to read one where he sees you as an equal since most just gives of sugar baby or very obvious power dynamic vibes. Like we barely have any information about him. Lets make as much shit up before hoyoverse finally reveals more about him. This is also going to be very long. I might also make more parts since I have a slow burn idea for this. Enjoy.

CW: Fighting, blood, mentions of a character's death, Cursing.

HC: Reader is gender neutral and has a reactivated vision (Hydro). Reader is also very unlucky, pessimistic and full of rage.

Characters: Pantalone

Rampage

You wondered whether the archons decided to curse you from the day you were born. Born in the coldest day that Snezhnaya had to face, the village leader had told your parents that while your sister would bring them joy you were going to be the one for their downfall. You scoffed when you were old enough to understand what they were saying. You weren't the reason that Snezhnaya had not escaped the cold winters for decades. It was the Tsarista's who had done it. But of course no one would say her name in vain and you too had to keep quiet if you wanted to keep your head.

While your sister grew up amongst the praising adults, you hanged out amongst the rest of the kids just like you. Hungry and cold, fishing or hunting in the woods. "I'm going to be a fatui solider when I grow up. I heard they get to hold cool weapons. That would definitely help me hunt better " Said one of them. "I want to work under the Tsarista. Maybe I will get a vision if I get her blessings. " Said another.

" I just want to get a lot of Mora when I grow up." You look up towards the voice. A young boy spoke softly, his hair was long and ragged but you knew it kept him warm. His glasses were crooked with broken lenses and he also had ragged clothes just like you and the rest of the kids who sat near the campfire which was slowly dwindling.

You scoffed at them all. " I just want to get the hell out of this damn place." You mumbled. That was the final conversation you had with them. Quiet whispers of dreams for a future that barely had any fruition. However things always go in unexpected ways.

When you made your way back to the your house that night, you were bombarded with hugs. You froze, shocked by the sudden action, something that you had barely experienced. Especially from your parents. You looked at their faces which were full of joy. "Your sister got a vision! We are saved!"

The rest of it was a blur. You and your family making their secret escape from Snezhnaya that same night. You didn't get to say good bye to the kids at the campsite. Not that you cared, you were finally leaving the country that the archon has abandoned years ago. You were going to have a future.

---

Years had passed, yet you were still living in the same conditions as when you did back when you were at Snezhnaya. Your parents had put their whole heart, time and money onto your sister who they praised you became a star in Fontaine with the Hydro vision that was bestowed upon her. How pitiful it was to find out that she had no talent for it.

She couldn't hold a weapon, nor read a spell. A vision in the hands of someone who couldn't even use it properly. You had to hold back your bitter laugh whenever your parents would mumble that she would one day become a famous adventurer. 'Delusional people' You thought bitterly.

You joined the adventure guild alongside her. Even if you didn't hold a vision you could fight, a spear was enough to hold monsters back. Even if you weren't the most prevalent fighter, joining the guild made you realize your love for research. You began to write articles after articles for the Fontaine newsletter hoping for a moment of stability if one of the articles was received well.

However as usual, things almost never go your way and you genuinely still wondered if the archons just liked to mess with you. You held out your newest article to the editorial manger. You could feel yourself sweating bullets. You watched in disbelief as he sighed, setting the papers back down into your hands. "I still don't think you have the grasp of this yet. "

"But you barely read it " you mumbled.

"It's not just about the content, it needs to be interesting. Eye-catching. Fontaine is a place of innovation. We want something new and exciting. Not something factual. " He answered. "Maybe you should aim to be a Sumeru researcher instead. However if you want to try again," He handed you a magazine.

It was flashy, full of various texts.

'What the stars says about your future!'

'The new hit series "A Legend Of Sword" is now available in Fontaine!'

'The latest hit inventions of Fontaine near you!"

"This is what the people want to read" You looked at him in disbelief as he gave a weak smile before heading away. You stared at the magazine again. Looking back at the first title boldly printed on the cover. You open the magazine and pull up the page, slowly skimming to your birthday.

" Your days of tragedy are almost over! Big changes are going to happen soon! Don't turn down any new offers which you are going to come across! Good luck!"

You could feel yourself grip the magazine tightly, the cover crumpling under your hands. Even the magazine was somehow making fun of you at this point. You huffed annoyed, chucking the magazine and the envelope in your hand into the trash before making your way back home defeated yet again.

As you tried to figure out how to make ends meet for the month, you slowly walked towards your house, to see members of the adventurer guild near by. Your mother sobbing into her hands while your father looked worse than ever. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, making your way towards them.

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Your sister had died. Ironically she died by drowning during a mission. You tried not to laugh. You were not happy but how could you not laugh when your life felt like a joke at this point. Was the stars mocking you? Was this the so called big change that was happening in your life? How fucking incredible. The rage that had been building up inside you was close to spilling out.

It didn't help while through sobs your mom kept wailing 'Why did it have to be her. Why couldn't it have been you?' while your father would not look you in the eyes. You wished you had died instead too, at least you wouldn't have to live with people like this anymore.

You held onto the now blank vision. It used to shine a bright blue and was safely placed as a clip in your sisters hair. How funny it was that now the blank vision was laid on your hand. You gripped it tightly before shoving it in your back pocket.

The wails from your mother would not stop, you couldn't hold it at this point. You began to get up and make your way outside. "They were right, your birth was going to be the downfall for us." You could hear your mothers shout one final time before you closed the door behind them as loud as you can. You sigh, looking at the sky, stars barely visible.

"Fuck you stars."

---

Days had passed. Ends were barely being met and you knew your parents were in no shape to work anymore. You began to work odd jobs. Any jobs that the adventure guild could provide at this point. You gave up writing, you didn't have the time for that anymore.

"Thank you for doing this delivery in such short notice." A customer told you, handing the fees for the delivery to you. You smiled at them. "Don't mention it."

You couldn't even remember how many times have you said that at this point. All the easiest and quick paying jobs involved last minute deliveries. You counted the Mora in the bag that they handed you. It was barely enough for a day. You sighed, dropping it back into your bag before making your way back to the Adventure's guild quest board to hunt for another job.

You scanned the board, seeing not many interesting ones that you could handle. Just as you were almost ready to give up for the day, your eyes locked onto a flyer for another delivery. It was a delivery for a carriage to Snezhnaya. You looked at it in awe when you saw the reward amount. Almost half a million mora! What a steal! The delivery was almost estimated to take only a week! You immediately took the flyer, heading towards Katherine to find more details. You were not going to let it slide.

You were informed that the earliest it could start was the next day. Excitedly you went back home to pack. The amount would be enough for you not to worry for at least a couple of months. Paying back any missed house payments or food bills would be a breeze. You thought maybe your luck was finally turning.

You stepped inside your house, excitedly calling out to your parents. They had not been in work for a while since your sister had passed away. However now you could tell them there was no worries for now. At least you thought you could. You were greeted with an empty house. You looked around, almost everything was left how it was.

You went inside, stopping at the kitchen to see a note had been left at the table. Picking it up, you began to read.

"We're sorry. You're an adult now so take care of yourself. "

All that was written in the note. You immediately felt your blood run cold. You rushed to your room, pulling out a dirtied box from under your bed. It held all your funds. The amount you had been saving up for the last couple of months to be able to pay back all the pending payments you and your parents had accumulated. However opening the box, all you could see was it was empty.

They had taken the money and ran. You don't know where, and now they have left you alone with all their debts to you. You knew the next time you ever come across them, you were going to make sure they end up just like your sister.

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You sold the house and any other possessions that was in the house to try pay off the debts left. Luckily for you it was enough. 'Enough to start over' you thought. You decided the best solution would be to become a wandering adventurer instead.

You packed your things and began to make your way to the designated sight for the start of the delivery journey. The merchants were very nice. They told you stories of all the place that they had gone to. You kept a mental note on where those places were since you planned on going there after this commission.

The journey itself was pretty tame. The weather was relatively calm and only a few slimes and hilichurls bothered to attack. You smiled to yourself satisfied.

You were only supposed to take them to the boarder. So you were not worried, at least you were not worried until you realized who was waiting near the boarder. Fatui soldiers. They looked big and intimidating. Their delusions showed clearly that they had some sort of elemental power with them. You could feel your heart begin to quicken. Something was not right.

"Are you sure this is all that was ordered? " One of the fatui soldiers grumbled. The merchant hesitantly laughed. " I am certain. I can show you the records if you want confirmation." You watched in horror as the fatui soldier glared at him, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him of the ground. "Don't mock us. The Regrator is not someone who will order such a measly amount."

The soldier dropped the merchant to the ground. You immediately ran to him to see if he was alright. The merchant gave you a weak smile before trying to get up, only to be kicked back down. You were shocked, being a fatui agent must have gone to their head.

"Hey!" You yelled back, holding your spear tightly now. "He said he would show the records. Why are you being a dick about it?" The fatui soldier scoffed at you while the rest around him laughed. You could feel your rage pile up again. You pointed the spear at him. The fatui soldier raised an eyebrow at you. "Are you picking a fight?" He questioned. You sneered at him. "Why you asking? Scared to lose?"

You wondered if you shouldn't have said anything because the fatui soldier began to pick up his weapon. All you remembered was yelling at the merchants to run before rushing towards the soldier, successfully plunging the spear to his side. You felt a smile rise on your lips hearing him groan, only to be interrupted by a smack from the side, pushing you away. You could feel it sting but you pretended it barely did anything.

"Wow, two against one? I'm not even a vision user."

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You don't know what you expected. You were not a vision user. They had delusions. They could use elemental energy to attack and all you had was your spear. You could hear their jeers and laughter while you tried to get yourself back up with the help of your spear which also looked as if it was in it's last legs. You could feel blood dripping down from your head. Scars from your body also bled non stop. You could feel yourself feeling faint.

'It isn't fair.' You thought. You had not felt comfort from the moment you had been born. Why had this been happening to you? So much for big changes and not turning down offers. All you had left in you was rage. Fuck your parents. Fuck your dead sister. Fuck the stars. Fuck the Tsaritsa and the rest of the archons in Teyvat You hoped they all dropped dead and become forgotten.

The fatui soldier kicked you one last time to the ground. You could feel blood almost instantly pool on the ground. How miserable it was that this was how you died. You felt your eyes close when suddenly you felt a slight warmth in your pockets. A sudden rush of energy filled you. You eyes immediately shot up and you could feel yourself stand up again.

The fatui soldiers looked at you in awe, watching you stand up as if you were not beaten to certain death just a minute ago. Your hand reached into your pocket, pulling out your sister's blank vision. However this time it no longer was blank. You watched it shine a bright blue color yet again. You gripped the vision, wickedly smiling at the fatui soldiers who began to hold up their weapons again.

"I'm going to fucking kill you all."

---

The sun was slowly setting in the horizon and Pantalone could feel the Snezhnaya air become colder along with it. He gripped his coat tighter, breathing out a huff of air to see the whisp of white smoke form due to the freezing temperatures. Pantalone sighed. Snezhnaya had not changed one bit. It remained cold and desolate even with all of the people around it. He could only pray that it will change after the Tsaritsa's vision becomes successfully granted.

Pantalone began to make his way out of his office, only to be stopped by a fatui agent who seemed to be in quite distress. Pantalone sighed yet again, working alongside the rest of the harbringers was tiring enough, he didn't want to deal with another problem today.

"Uh, Sir-"

"Make it quick."

The fatui agent yelped in fear. Pantalone folded his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "Well?"

"S-someone is having a rampage near the gates! Almost half of the guards have been knocked down! We kept bringing back up but they kept going! What should we do, Sir?" The fatui agent cried out, still trembling. Pantalone just stared in confusion.

"What does that have to do with me?" He asked, still confused about what was going on.

"They came here alongside some merchants. It was a package for you Sir!"

Pantalone thought about what he could have ordered to bring a crazy person along with it. "What was in the package?" "Wine, Sir!"

It began to click in his head. "Ah, the wine I had ordered from Mondsadt. " It was just some wine he had ordered for himself. It wasn't a big order so he just couldn't understand why such a huge problem occurred because of it. "What should we do sir?" The agent asked once again, still shaking in fear.

Pantalone looked at the agent before sighing once again. "Lead the way."

---

Pantalone looked in awe at the scene. Cicin mages, fatui agents and even the skirmishers laid on the snow covered floor groaning in pain. Blood trailed amongst them but they looked well enough to survive. Wails and sounds of clashing could be heard near by. The fatui agent that brought him here stood behind him, unable to move forward at this point

Curiously, Pantalone made his way towards the sound. He walked past and over the bodies on the ground in a quicken paced. Something exciting was happening for once and he was going to be able to witness it.

You don't remember how long you had been fighting at this point. However the stars were now visible and the scent of blood was prominent at this point. You could feel your vision begin to blur but you didn't care. Years of rage had lead up to this point and you finally could let it all out.

You heard footsteps and immediately turned your head towards where it was coming from. You picked up your spear and pointed at the person who popped out from the side. For the first time you faced an actual face instead of a fatui mask. A familiar face in fact.

His hair was long but it no longer stayed ragged. A pair of vintage glasses accompanied his face but they were no longer crooked or had broken lenses. Instead of the rags you remembered, he wore an outfit probably worth more than anything you had owned at this point. All you could stare before blurting out " I know you."

Pantalone could have said the same to you. You were still that feisty kid he remembered back when he was young. Always angry and ready to pick a fight. He could see the flames in your eyes and the way you gripped the spear ready to strike at him. You looked just the same to him as you did before. " You haven't changed at all it seems."

You scoffed. "You certainly did. What was your name again?" Pantalone sighed in relief. He gave you a sly smile and you could feel yourself go back into fight mode instantly. " The people here call me The Regrator." You glared at him while he raised his hands, pretending to be innocent " But i prefer Pantalone now. It's a nice surprise to see you again after all these years."

"I can't say the same to you. I did not have the most inviting welcome when I got here." You barked back at him. Pantalone looked down at the ground at the unconscious fatui soldiers. "My bad." He smiled. "Let me invite you in and give you a proper welcome."

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Snezhnaya had changed. You couldn't tell whether the air was colder or whether the amount of fatui agents were just too abundant, but it felt more unwelcome than the last time you had been here. You could feel it in your skin. There was no love here.

Pantalone had invited you back to his abode, a building big enough to hold the entirety of your village back in the day. One room in his house was same size as the house you lived in back in Fontaine. You could only stare in awe, your head turning and looking at all the decorations and the beautiful architecture of the place. Snezhnaya was empty but the structures had never been this stunning.

Pantalone sat across you, staring at you while your eyes wandered around the room. You had not changed at all. He wondered what had happened ever since you had left Snezhnaya. It was your wish to get out of here, so why were you back sitting across him? He had so many questions to ask, however at this point he didn't know where to start. He called in a maid, who began to pour in tea and set an entry of food in front of you both.

"I would have offered some wine but it seemed my package was delayed. " He smiled at you while you turned to look and glare at him. "Maybe if your underlings learnt how to keep their hands to themselves and not touch the merchants then maybe your wine would have come on time." You retort back, Pantalone just looked back at you in excitement. Something was sparking in his eyes, he could feel something fun was going to happen if you stayed.

He continued to stare watching you gawk at the food. You reached for the little sandwiches with one hand and for the cup of tea with the other. You ate as if this was your last meal, who knew when you would get such good food again. "Were you always that good at fighting?" Pantalone asked. He watched as you stiffened, almost spilling the cup of tea but you kept your grip steady.

You coughed, the sandwich feeling a bit stuck in your throat by the sudden question. "My fighting has been the same as always. I was just able to last a lot longer." You finally looked at Pantalone directly, he was leaning towards to face you. His head in his hands watching you earnestly. You could feel a blush rise to your cheeks realizing he was watching you stuff your cheeks as if you were never fed in your entire life.

'Exciting.' He thought. Snezhnaya was cold and empty. Other than the Tsaritsa's vision slowly coming to fruition not much was happening around these desolate fields of snow and ice. Every day felt like a chore and Pantalone wanted something exciting.

"What if I offered you a job?" You squinted at him, as he continued to give you the same off smile since the very beginning. " I do not want to work under the Tsarista. Besides, what do I have to offer?" Pantalone straightened up, frowning at your refusal. "You just took down half of my agents. Why would I not offer one to you. Besides," he picked up his cup of tea to take a sip " You won't be working under the Tsarista's. You will be working for me."

You stared dumbfounded as he sipped his tea. Everything was going too fast. Your sister had passed away only a couple of months ago. Your parents have ran away with all your money only a day ago. You were almost beaten to death by a group of Fatui and now their boss who turned out to be someone you knew back in the day is offering a job to you.

You remembered the magazine, the stars. They promised big things. All of these were big and now you wondered, is this the offer I shouldn't turn down. You looked at the room you sat in. The ceiling was high, a chandelier in the middle. Everything in this room was worth more than anything you had earned your entire life. The man who owned this room was now offering you a job.

You still wanted to say fuck the stars but only an idiot would turn is offer down. "What will I have to do?" Pantalone looked at you, his smile feeling genuine for once. "You'll be my right hand. Basically a body guard, keep me company." You stared at him and back at the room, to the food on the table and the teacup in your hand. "I'm in."

He set the teacup down, extending his hand towards you. You set yours down and followed suit. Shaking his hand you heard him say. "I can't wait to start working with you, partner."

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