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staytinyville · 2 years

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Righteous

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 PART 5

Reiner Braun Soulmate AU

- Soulmate AU (childhood friends to lovers. afab!reader. The entire chapter is flashbacks. Soft!Reiner. Depressed!Reiner. Clueless Children.)

cw: Season Four Spoilers (specifically episode 3 : The Door of Hope)

Just do what you have to. Keep moving forward. That's all we can do. You're gonna butcher all the titans, right? I'm sure you can do it.

"I, Reiner Braun, take you, (y/n) (l/n), to be my beloved wife. To have and to hold, to honor you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times, and in the bad, and to love and cherish you always." Reiner took a pause, hands shaking as he tried to place the ring on (y/n)'s fingers. "I promise you this from my heart, for all of my days."

He held her hands in a scared manner, thinking over the last of his vows and how much of a heavy meaning they held. They didn't want to comment on it, they just wanted to live in the moment they were in.

"I, (y/n) (l/n), take you, Reiner Braun, to be my beloved husband. To have and to hold, to honor you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times, and in the bad, and to love and cherish you always. I promise you this from my heart, for all of my days."

The girl pulled Reiner's ring onto his finger, clenching tightly onto the hand as her nervousness caused them to shake.

It was just them, covered by the moon light, outside the internment zone. They had decided on a small park, trees surrounding them. They were 18, barely adults, but they had nothing to lose. Reiner had so much left to live. He wanted to make it count, wanted to experience the most he could with the girl he loved; wanted her to experience it as well.

Should he have told her it was best to move on? Find a better life that was outside of him?

Of course.

But he had spent the last 5 years risking his life for a country that doesn't even treat his people right. He had every right to be selfish. It was just something he wanted to do before he left the world. He wanted to feel something.

Reiner looked down at (y/n), her eyes filling with tears as her smile was shaky. He felt a thump in his chest, his heart skipping a beat looking at her. There was so much love in her eyes, the moonlight on accentuating it more.

"I do." Reiner whispered to himself, saying it to any higher being who was listening.

"I do." (y/n) said it back, holding onto Reiner's hands that were on her cheeks.

No one was there to reverend the ceremony; the two adults doing it on their own and memorizing their vows.

There was a small tick in their heads, one saying: you may now kiss the bride.

And kiss her he did.

(Y/n) sniffled, trying so hard not to let the tears fall from her cheeks and ruin their kiss. Wind suddenly blew through their clothing, the fabric shifting along the air. When the couple pulled away, they stayed a breath away; just feeling content with each other's closeness.

"Are you sure about this?" Reiner asked her, his voice a whisper as he was scared of having her leave now.

"With you?" (Y/n) told him. "Always."

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(Y/n) was writing down notes at her desk, the yells of Commander Magath being heard outside from the window. She stared down at the papers that were given to her; a list of the candidates that would go to the last stage of Titan selection.

Gabi Braun was one of them. Of course she was, she was exactly like her cousin. Such a common thing with the Braun's.

Reiner was standing at the window, watching the kids train out in the courtyard. He had walked into the office with the other Military officers; a meeting being held for the candidates that would be selected to stay. Magath had already left the room, quickly turning up at the courtyard to look at the kids.

"(Y/n), do you want kids one day?" Reiner suddenly asked, watching the kids run around.

"Are you asking me as my husband or as a warrior?" (Y/n) paused, turning her head to look at the man. He didn't look at her, he had a blank look on his face, seemingly trying hard to focus. The woman sighed, crossing her arms over her desk.

"As a wife, isn't it a duty to give you a child?" She asked him.

"I don't want you to think it's a duty." Reiner said, finally turning to look at her.

"With you it's not." She tried to reassure him. "Having someone who's half you would make everything go away. They are created from our love."

She had a dazed look to her eyes, seemingly feeling content with the idea of having someone who looked like Reiner. She suddenly took a deep breath in, coming back down from her fantasy.

"As the Warrior Unit Advisor, starting a family is pointless. You are going to die for this country anyways. Why leave a poor child without a parent?"

"I guess you're right." Reiner paused, looking back over towards the window.

"Yes." Her voice was much closer, Reiner flinching a bit as hands wrapped around his torso. "Lucky you, I am your wife."

"You want to do that?" Reiner asked incredulously, grabbing onto (Y/n)'s arms and looking at her. "You want to risk everything, just to have a kid with me?"

"What am I risking?" (Y/n) pulled away from him. "I'm already married to you."

"But no one knows you are." Reiner suddenly spoke, looking away from the girl and around the room. "What would you tell your parents? I came back from that mission as a failure. I'm not a hero. I didn't get to buy a house that we could live in."

"Look at me, Reiner." (Y/n) pulled on his arms, forcing him to turn. She raised a hand to his cheek, giving his one hand a squeeze. "I don't care if you didn't get the founding titan. You are still my soulmate. You're still going to be the person I love. I'm already 20, I need to make a life of my own outside of my family."

"But you're gonna end up doing it alone! I would love to support you, care for both of you. But if I leave you're gonna be left alone."

"And that's just something I'm going to have to get used to. You made it this far Reiner, don't give up on me now. Not when this is the one way I can have you left with me."

"You're being selfish." He told her, trying to find any form of hurt on (Y/n)'s face.

"Weren't you when you asked me to marry you?" She asked him.

"We are rushing. It's a terrible thing to do." She pulled his head down, placing her forehead against his. "But what does it matter if we already know that our love isn't going to go anywhere? Even if you leave, and I grow old. You, Reiner Braun, will be my one and only love."

Reiner sighed, but still closed his eyes and placed his lips on the girl's. She gave him a smile, hand slowly falling onto his neck to be pulled closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her.

Though the couple was quick to pull away, a sudden yelp from the door startled the two. They turned wide eyed, facing the little 11 year old who had barged into the office.

"I'm sorry!" Falco Grice shouted. "I didn't mean to!"

He turned around about to run out the office, when Reiner called for him.

"Falco, wait!" The man said, running to the door to shove the boy back in.

"I won't tell anyone!" Falco cried, trying to stop Reiner from shoving him onto a chair. "I swear!"

"Falco, we know you won't." (Y/n) sighed. "Calm down."

Falco looked between the two adults, still anxious that he would get in trouble. His eyes landed on (Y/n), her arms crossed as she leaned against her desk. His eyes landed on her hand, the wedding band he knew she wore on display.

"I thought you said you were married!" Falco asked incredulously. "I always see you telling the other army generals you are"

"Because I am." (Y/n) told the boy. "To Reiner."

"But you're Marleyan?" Falco said. He looked between the woman in front of him and the much bigger man behind him. His face was much more stern, his usual scowl on his face.

"Love doesn't really have a limit." (Y/n) told him. "You find it in whoever it wants you to find."

"You're a sweet boy, Falco." (Y/n) sighed. "There is no need to worry about us getting mad at you."

"Unless you do tell." Reiner told the boy, hand quickly falling onto his head. "In which case, I'm going to have to eat you."

"Reiner! Don't traumatize the boy." (Y/n) scold him, the man laughing at his joke. (Y/n) gave him a half-assed glare, moving to hold onto Falco's hands and wiping away at some tears that fell from his scare.

"The Marleyan army will already be doing that for him." (Y/n) joked, glancing down at the boys hands. She tilted her head, eyebrows pulling together when she noticed a small mark on the boy's left hand.

"Falco?" She asked. "What is this?"

She rubbed at the mark, trying to make sure it was the exact same one she had.

"I don't know."The boy answered. "I've had that for years now. Doctors said it was probably just a mark from training or something."

"No." (Y/n) smiled somberly. "No, I don't think it is."

"What is it?" Falco asked with a curious tone.

"That's for another time." (Y/n) patted his knees, standing up from crouching over the boy. "Now, you came in for a reason. What did you need?"

****

"Falco! Have you seen Reiner?" (Y/n) asked the boy, walking up to him after she had caught him banging on the wall of the Warrior building.

"Are you alright?" She asked, hand rubbing his face in a motherly way.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Falco smiled softly, subtly falling into her affectionate touch. "I haven't seen Reiner. I was about to go home."

"Ah, I'll accompany you then." (Y/n) smiled at him, the boy only looking at her wide eyed.

"You don't have to! I'm sure you should be going home now! It's getting late." He tried to reason with her.

"It's alright. I'm gonna stay in the internment zone tonight anyways." Falco frowned, beginning his journey home as the woman followed behind him.

"Why?"

"Ah, I don't think I should be telling you why." She laughed.

"Right." Falco's face flushed, looking down at the ground.

“That's right. I still have...them.”

The two citizens continued their walk into the internment zone, Falco leading the way to his home as they passed by the mental hospital.

(Y/n) paused, watching as the boy took a look into the fenced in area. She waited patiently, hands clasped together.

"The hospital."

"Hey!" Both Falco and (Y/n) turned, noticing a man with long hair waving at Falco from a bench.

"So you're able to talk now, huh?" Falco spoke, sitting down next to the legless man. "Guess that means you're recovering?"

"This place is for treating psychological wounds, but mine are fake."

(Y/n) frowned her eyebrows, looking at the man. She felt out of place, rubbing her arms in anxiousness.

"Huh?"

"I said I forgot where I came from due to amnesia, but I just don't wanna go back." The guy spoke, looking down at the floor. "I'm not quite ready to face my family yet"

"Will you report me?" He asked, after pausing for a bit.

"No, I wouldn't do that." Falco told him. The two men turned to look at (Y/n), the girl suddenly shocked to have them both staring at her.

"I-it's none of my business." (Y/n) spoke. "Sometimes families can be hard to face."

"You don't have an armband." The man squinted, looking back up at her face to try and understand who she was.

"I don't need one." She told him. She took a breath, staring down at his green eyes. They looked full of life, but also without a soul at the same time. She was uncomfortable, feeling as though he was looking straight through her.

"I'll wait for you outside." She turned to the boy. "Okay, Falco?"

The boy gave her a nod, going back to talking with the mental ward patient as (Y/n) went to stand outside the fence. It was a short talk, one she didn't hear but the boy came out with courtyard, an envelope in his hands.

"I have to go back to HQ. Do you mind?"

"Not at all." (Y/n) told him, patting his head as they began their trek back to the Warrior Unit. As they came out closer to the building, (Y/n) smiled, watching Reiner walk up to them in the distance.

"What are you two doing out this late?" Reiner asked, glancing worriedly at (Y/n) who stood behind him.

"I left something back at HQ."The boy told the man. "You can take, Miss (l/n) home. I'll see you guys later."

He ran off, waving behind him at the couple.

"What was that about?"

"I couldn't tell you." (Y/n) laughed. "But I can tell you something very exciting."

She took his hand in hers, giving him a smile, as she placed the other on her stomach. Reiner wanted to cry, looking over his wife. He thought about ending his life; leaving the one thing that kept him sane.

"Hey don't cry!" (Y/n) laughed, pulling Reiner off the side to keep away from prying eyes. She wiped at his cheeks, quickly catching any tear that fell.

"Everything is gonna turn out alright!" She gave him a small smile. "For both of us."

"We're gonna make it. You're gonna make it. I'm sure you can do it."

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kuroos-babie · 3 years

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falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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nelapanela94 · 3 years

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Warnings: Mentions of a degenerative disease, angst, fluff, character dead

LevixFem!Y/N

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When you met Levi for the first time when he joined the Survey Corps you were certain that the stoic, ill-mannered raven-haired was going to be yours. With your joyful and caring personality, you were quite popular among your male peers; however, you only had eyes for one man.

Despite Levi’s efforts to suppress his feelings, he realized he had fallen hard for you. He would helplessly stutter when he talked with you and his gaze would unconsciously follow you whenever you were around. Your laughter would bright up a shitty day, and it irked him when another man made you laugh. Indeed, Levi wanted to confess, but was afraid to screw it up. It wasn’t a scenario he was prepared for.

He was utterly doomed.

Nonetheless, the universe conspired in his favor the day you went straight to his office, opened the door without knocking and firmly approached the ravenette who was busy with paperwork. He didn’t even have time to complain at your intrusion because his lips were already prisoners of yours. Levi was left dumbfounded, his eyes widely opened, his entire face flustered, and he was doubtless his heart was about to explode.

He instinctively cupped your face in his hands and deepened the kiss as all the tension drifted away from his shoulders. Your lips moved slowly and clumsily first, but didn’t take long to adjust to the perfect rhythm. Your heart pounded in your chest and your trembling knees were about to give up. You could not focus in anything, but on how soft his lips felt against yours. You had found a new addiction.

You finally broke the kiss and stared at each other in the eye. “What the…” Levi was still processing what just had happened.

“I wasn’t going to be left with the desire” you said between soft pants. Then an awkward silence filled the room, Levi tugged at the collar of his shirt, while you bit your lower lip. “Well...” you pursed your lips in a thin line.

“Stop b...by after dinner. I’ll make t…tea for both of us, I... got this new blend from the capital…” he stammered, his eyes darted towards the window.

“I’ll get the biscuits” you proposed while inspecting your nails.

“Great”

“Great. Uh, my squad is gathering soon… see you then” you waved your hand and left his office.

You and Levi had been together ever since then. Despite your tight working schedules, you’d always make time to see each other. You would steal kisses from him when no one was looking and leave love notes on his desk with the cheesiest messages you came up with. They were a treasure for him and kept every single one in one of his drawers. Levi, on the other hand, demonstrated his love through acts of service, like brewing tea for you, making sure you had had breakfast every morning, or having your clothes washed, folded and put away. Since words were not his forte, he showed his affection in his own way.

Everything seemed perfect until one night you abruptly woke up covered in cold sweat, your nose was bleeding too. Levi sat up and lit an oil lamp to get a better look. He alarmed when he spotted your lips, chin and hands already stained in the crimson liquid. “Are you alright?” He placed his hand on your cheek and swiped away your tears with his thumb.

“Yeah” you sniffled. “It must be just stress, I’m sorry for waking you up”

Levi planted a kiss on your forehead before getting off the bed. He came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth and cleaned the dry blood from your face and hands. He then changed the bed sheets as well as your stained night gown, and went back to bed, his hand caressing your hair until you fell asleep again.

Several days later a ticklish sensation manifested in your hands and feet, but you shrugged it off claiming it was anxiety for the upcoming expeditions. Nevertheless, the tingling feeling became more recurrent, and spread to your arms and legs. Then came the numbness that engulfed your limbs and the declined in your grip strength that hindered your performance, and put your life in great danger during one of the expeditions. Levi grew tired of your shitty excuses and forced you to go see a doctor, since Hange and Moblit couldn’t find a cause for the unusual signs.

But nothing had prepared you for the news you were about to received. According to the doctor, you suffered from a brain degenerative disease that didn’t have a cure, nor a known root cause; and the worst part: your symptoms would aggravate with time.

“He must be overreacting” you weakly smiled when you left the doctor’s office. “It can’t be that bad” you knew it was, though. Remembrances of your early childhood came back. You’d never understood why your mother was left disabled and bedridden for so long before passing away until that moment; and the doctor’s words had confirmed your greatest fear: you had inherited the same illness that had taken your mother’s life.

Little by little, you went from trembling to limping to nearly lost the mobility of your lower body. The muscle mass you had gained through the years of military training was vanishing, and the pain had become unbearable, not even the strongest medication brought relief.

Now, you were lying in bed with Levi, resting your head on his chest and having your legs intertwined with his, while he pressed soft kisses on your head.

“Levi” you muttered. “Forgive my selfishness. Sometimes I wish I was death” He scowled at your words and lifted his head. “Oi, don’t say that” His gaze saddened when he glanced at your glistening eyes.

“You know it’d be better for both of us. I won’t be in pain anymore and you won’t have to deal with this burden”

“Stop it, I don’t wanna hear it” He clenched his fist and took a deep breath to restrain his tears. “I can’t lose you, (name). I might be the selfish one, but I don’t know what I’d do without you”

You chuckled.

“What? I didn’t say anything funny”

You shook your head. “I just remembered the day I told you I wanted you to be the father of my kids. You almost choke on your tea” you giggled.

“Yeah, pretty funny...” He remarked sarcastically.

“They’ve would’ve been so cute, you know, with your hair and eyes” you sighed. “Isn’t it a cruel joke of the universe to lead me to you and not let us age together?”

“Hey...” His eyes filled with tears. “You’re talking like you’ve already given up”

“I’m just tired”

Yes. You were tired of everything. You couldn’t stand the pain, the useless medication, the pity stares. You were tired of being a burden to your friends, and mainly to Levi.

“Get some sleep, I’ll bake your favorite cookies tomorrow morning”

“That sounds good”

“They’re not as good as yours, though”

“No one can beat my recipe”

“Cocky, aren’t we?”

You chuckled. “Can we have chai tea with the cookies?”

“Chai tea will be”

You closed your eyes and the corners of your mouth lifted. Levi’s beating heart was steady and relaxing. “I love you, Levi”

“I love you too, (name)” He waited for you to fall asleep before he succumbed to slumber. His poor sleeping habits eased when you were lying by his side; you had become his shelter, the light of his eyes and the only person he had fully opened his heart to.

Levi woke up first the following morning with you peacefully asleep, your head buried in his chest and your arm wrapped around his torso. Too peacefully asleep, indeed. “(name)” he whispered, but didn’t get any response, not even a whine nor your usual 5 more minutes, please. He uncovered your upper body and carefully unwrapped your arm off of him. A hard object hidden under the covers got his attention. He found it and examined the small container.

His eyes went wide as a sharp pain pierced through his heart when he read the label.

His jaw quivered and tears streamed down his face.

His world was shattering around him.

It was the most recent medication prescribed by your doctor.

It wasn’t even a week old and it was supposed to last a month.

But the flask was already empty.

#levi x y/n #levixreader #levi aot #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #sad ending

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Dark Roast, No Sugar

Part Two

Aelin leaned her head against a solid chest and counted the beats. These stolen moments were what she and Sam lived for. His breaths were even, and the gentle rumble of thunder outside assured their temporary safety.

Arobynn's plain was delayed due to the torrential downpour flooding Rifthold. They'd received the text at the same time, and Sam immediately came to find her. Sneaking into the manor was risky, but Tern, Harding, and Mulligan were all occupied, and no one would dare enter Arobynn's office while he was away.

Well, everyone besides them. The danger was definitely worth it, Aelin mused as she stretched like a cat and sprawled into a more comfortable position over the muscled torso. A hand reached up and dragged calloused fingers through her hair, making her preen with satisfaction.

Sam chuckled from below her, spread out like a starfish on Arobynn's poached polar bear rug. She felt sad for the untimely death of the creature, but she couldn't deny it made the perfect spot for their rendezvous.

"We can't stay like this forever," Sam reminds her gently. He works his fingers down her long blond hair to the nape of her neck, where he works at the knotted muscles.

"Not now, but soon," she reminds him as if he wasn't the one to concoct their crazy escape plan.

A kiss pressed against her forehead marks the seal of his promise. "Soon," he agrees. "This hell will be over for you and me." The conviction of his voice lets that little tealight of hope in her chest flicker dangerously.

"We will be free. The only dreams we will be having is what our home together will look like," she nuzzles into his chest and urges him to keep going. He knows she likes it when he talks long term to her.

"In the mornings, I will wake up to you in my bed. Your hair all over the place, and your arms constricting me like a hungry python."

She cracks her eyes open at that and gives him a sleepy glare.

"I wouldn't change a single thing about it," he continues. "Knowing you are safe with me is all I will ever need to be happy. Waking up to you in my arms is enough beauty to sate me wherever we end up. I'll be the happiest man alive."

Tears burned the corners of her eyes, and a lump ached in her throat. For so long, she'd been deprived of affection and relationships of any kind. Aelin couldn't help the feeling of free-falling every time Sam declared his love. It was a treasure she thought she'd never had again. "I love you, Sam," Aelin whispers against his chest and presses a messy kiss to the muscle there.

"Then why didn't you look for me?" His voice cracks in pain.

Startled, Aelin's head shoots up. Ice chills her blood, and the screams that pour from Aelin's mouth are unearthly when she's faced with the gaping holes where his eyes should be.

His eyes. She feels that familiar pain beneath her ribs. Those eyes that had been so kind. Made her feel so safe and radiated warmth. Aelin mourned their loss. Mourned him.

"You didn't look for me," those damning words left his lips again.

Aelin wakes up with a sob. "I'm sorry," she yells to the empty room.

"I'm sorry," she keens. There are no hands in her hair. No beating heart beneath her cheek. She curls into a ball and grabs locks of her hair, pulling at them until strands fall loosely into her hand. The agony builds until it pinches her gut so hard and wrenches her heart so profoundly that she barely makes it to the toilet before hot, acidic bile burns a path up her throat.

It burns through her over and over until she's leaned against the toilet seat sobbing. Her arms wrapped around her midsection protectively.

Morning sickness should have passed by now, but she still spent a great deal of time in this position. It never got less painful, and Aelin's seemed more aggressive than what other mothers recounted experiencing online. Her constant sickness and nightmares were leaving her feeling weak.

Maybe it was a punishment for bringing a little life into a world that had savaged its father? That thought crossed Aelin's mind often. Perhaps it was penance for her selfishness. Her wanting to keep this small piece of Sam despite knowing the kind of life it would be subjected to endure.

There was no forgiveness for the things she's done. Why would the universe let her have this? She should just be grateful it hadn't been taken from her entirely.

Spineless, coward.

Aelin laid curled up on the bathroom floor for hours. Existing in a constant cycle of sickness followed by mental torment. Chills wracked her frame, and she trembled on the cold tile. She barely had the energy to lift herself up when the urge to vomit struck her. Words floated in her head, furthering her misery.

Coward. Liar. Oathbreaker. Life taker.

That's where Lysandra found her, at a much more reasonable hour of the morning. Aelin was so tired she could only sob when the door cracked open. Her head fell forward and rested against the porcelain seat, too weak to hold it up any longer.

Lysandra had cringed and very gently guided her head from the toilet rim to her shoulder, nestling Aelin's forehead into the crook of her neck despite the cold-sweat there.

She crooned sweet nothings and soothed Aelin until she had the strength to stand up and collect herself. Lysandra helped her dress and brush her teeth. She left Aelin to sit on the couch and came back with lightly buttered toast, a glass of water, and a cup of ginger tea.

Her attempt to decline it was futile. Lysandra left no room for argument. Slowly, Aelin bit the toast and sipped the tea. Bite by bite and drink by drink, she finished the breakfast.

Lysandra didn't relent her hovering for the rest of the morning. As she was forced through her morning routine under her friend's watchful eye, she began to feel more human, and that awful pain slowly faded to the background of her mind. Nausea still rolled in her belly, but the food and drink helped settle it enough for her to function.

Now here Aelin was, only a couple of hours later, filling muffin cups to have ready for the early morning regulars.

Her attitude was dismal.

She felt sick. Her body ached from hours of lying on the cold tile. Sweat soaked her clothes and chilled her forehead. Just looking at her cup of tea made her angry that it wasn't coffee, but her stomach burned so furiously that not even coffee sounded good. It was a horrible paradox and was only just that much more upsetting.

Aelin felt her eyes begin to burn with tears, and she slammed the bowl of batter down so hard that it splattered up her apron. She pressed the palms of her hands against her eyes and tried to will the tears back down.

Maybe she would cave to Lysandra's demands that she go upstairs and rest. It went grated against her desire to be self-sufficient and independent, but taking a hot bath and curling up in her bed sounded like pure bliss. The baby would likely benefit from her decompressing, too. That thought sold her on the idea.

The bell at the counter rang.

Aelin took a deep breath and washed her hands quickly. She would take this customer and then let Lysandra know she was taking the day off.

Thinking of the jasmine soap and the warm blanket waiting for her upstairs was just enough for her to plaster on a smile.

"Goodmorning, how can I- you," The last word came out in a hiss. Aelin's smile melted as quickly as it came.

The asshole was back, and he brought a friend.

Whoop-dee-freaking-doo.

To his credit, the friend was equally as beautiful as the Asshole himself. He had dark skin, the color of polished pennies, and long blonde hair that coiled just above the arches of his cheekbones. If his choice of companionship didn't perturb Aelin so much, she might've found him attractive.

Hell, she found him attractive anyway.

"Is that how you greet all your customers, sweetheart?" The friend smiled at her, and his perfect teeth were bright enough to signal plains.

"Do you call every girl sweetheart or only the ones you want to spit in your coffee?" Her tone is sharp enough to cut glass, and the man's eyes widen at the challenge.

"I don't drink coffee, but I supposed the hot chocolate I was going to order is just as easy to violate," he laughs warmly, and her eyes follow the motion of his adam's apple. "How about I lay off the pet names in exchange for a warm cup of sugar without saliva?" His face was sincere enough that she felt less inclined to spite him for his choice of friends.

"Your name?" she asks.

"Fenrys," he offers without a joke, and Aelin writes it on a cup.

"I want a dark roast, black." The asshole reiterated his order from the day before. He had his arms crossed, and his face was set in a grimace. His comment the other day still rang in her ears, and she was certainly not feeling generous. Aelin scowled at him and left them both at the counter without a word.

It only took a few minutes to make the cocoa. She made every cup from scratch with a recipe she'd been perfecting since childhood. As she prepped the drink, the store bells rang again.

Turning around with the drink, she spotted her cousin Aedion at the door and smiled.

She and Aedion had been separated by the system shortly after her parent's death. He was five years older, and their caseworker though Aelin stood a better chance of being adopted by herself. It was a traumatic memory for both of them. They'd found each other about a year ago, and it took little time for them to rekindle their relationship.

She set the cup on the counter in front of them. "That will be three-fifty." The Asshole raised a pale eyebrow. "My coffee?"

"I have the right to refuse services to anyone I wish. That will be three-fifty." Aelin felt great satisfaction as The Asshole's lips pinched together and his scowl deepened.

Aedion raised his eyebrow from across the room.

Lysandra chose that moment to walk back in, and when she caught sight of Aelin's expression and saw the seething man in front of her, she hastily made her way over.

"Can I help you?" She asks, looking towards the men. Aelin knew the question was directed at her, though.

There were a lot of eyes on her. Aedion. Asshole. Handsome Fenrys. Lysandra. Aelin thrived on attention, but there was a difference between attention and being a spectacle. The room suddenly felt a lot smaller and crowded.

Fenrys placed a hand on the Asshole's shoulder, concerned. "Hey. It's fine. We can get your cup of dirt water somewhere else. It's not a big deal, Rowan."

Rowan.

"I am a paying customer," the man, Rowan, gritted through his teeth.

"You are paying for my coffee and pastries," Aelin snarled. "Your money does not purchase you the right to verbally abuse me.

Aedion was over in an instant, chest puffed and oozing with male bravado. "Well met, gentleman. I believe my cousin said three-fifty." He edged close enough to bother their personal space. "If it's too difficult for you to figure out, I can help you count your coins and show you the door?"

At six-two, Aedion was an intimidating figure. He was physically massive—layers of dense muscle from underground fighting and patrolling the streets with his gang, The Bane. An impressive tapestry of ink sprawled across his chest, curling out of his sleeves and collar just enough to let others know it's there. Most people would see him and think twice about approaching him.

Rowan was taller than Aedion even, and perhaps more muscular as well. They squared up, neither breaking eye contact.

Fenrys seemed displeased with the turn of events, but when Aedion turned to glare at him, there was a flash of recognition in his eyes. He was next to Rowan in an instant, pushing on his chest. "That's enough of your shit. I'll pay, and we are leaving."

He fished out five dollars from the pocket of his trousers and tossed it on the counter. "Keep the change. Sorry for disturbing your day, ladies."

When the shop bells jingled, and the door slammed shut behind them, Aelin sighed and felt herself wilt against the counter. Her breathing was labored, and her heart still thrummed with the excess of adrenalin. She was prepared for a fight. Muscle memory had her tense and ready for the situation to escalate, which of course, it didn't. Old habits died hard, though.

A steadying hand was gripping her elbow and helping her lean into a solid body. "Hey, Ace. Relax, it's fine."

Lysandra shook her head, "That was the bastard from yesterday, I am guessing? You should have let me take care of that." She points up the stairs. "Go. You need to take a day off. Upstairs. Make sure she sits down, Aedion."

"I had it handled," Aelin grumbled, allowing Aedion to tug her towards the stairs in the back of the little kitchen.

Her cousin snorted, "Oh, I know you can handle yourself. The stress isn't good for Little A, though."

"You just want to throw your street cred around."

Aedion laughed, "That too."

Aelin slumped onto the thread worn couch and tugged at her tennis shoes. She sighed when they finally slipped off, and she could rest her swollen feet on the old coffee table. Their apartment wasn't the luxury she and Lysandra were accustomed to, but it was more of a home than the Mannor had been.

"You look exhausted," Aedion stated bluntly.

Aelin closed her eyes and hummed. "Is that the language you use when you talk people into your bed?"

"Not a lot of talking is required for that," Aedion says with a straight face. "Even if it was, I would be practicing on Lysandra, not you."

Few words passed between them after that. They weren't necessary. Aelin and Aedion talked and texted all the time, but there were times when they just needed to soak in each other's presence. Years apart starved them of that unspoken bond they'd had as children.

Being close to Aedion was one of the few things that staved the fear and allowed her to relax. He was like the familiar taste of hot tea and the warmth of a childhood blanket wrapped into one. She had no doubt that Lysandra had called and ordered him to come to see her at some point this morning.

The Bane typically showed up on Friday nights to play poker at her tables and hang out. Aedion would stay through the weekend, and they would catch up then. An early morning visit on a weekday was out of the ordinary. Occasionally Kyllian or Jerome would pop by and make sure nothing was amiss.

When Aelin and Lysandra liberated themselves and opened the shop, Aedion had insisted they find a location in The Bane's stomping ground. Arobynn was less likely to stumble across them outside of his territory. She'd seen Tern and Mulligan prowling the streets.

Arobynn wouldn't let them go so quickly.

Aelin hadn't wanted Aedion to get involved, but there was no way he would leave them defenseless.

They compromised.

Once a month Aelin would donate a small share of The Stag's tips for their protection. It was a pitiful amount. So she also offered her spare bedroom as a hideaway for Aedion's friends who needed a place to lay low. So far, only Ren had utilized it, but it was always ready to go.

Aelin was by no means someone to screw with. Her other name was just as well known on the streets as The Bane were. It was a good arrangement.

It's why Rowan had gotten under her skin so badly. She needed those tips to keep The Bane well equipped and for other resources to keep Arobynn out of her hair.

He didn't know about the baby. Didn't realize the depth of how much Aelin had actually betrayed him. There would be hell to pay if he ever found out.

Plus, baby shit was expensive.

"So," Aedion finally broke the silence. "How did you piss off the cops?"

Wait. "What?" Aelin sat up and leaned forward. "What do you mean?"

"That was Detective Fenrys. He booked me the last time one of our fights got broken up. Nice guy. Let me out on a technicality." Aedion smiled. "Maybe he just thought I was good looking. He's not wrong. I am assuming the other guy is his partner."

"They are detectives?" Aelin spat.

"The best and brightest Orynth has to offer," Aedion ruffled her hair as he stood. "You sure know how to pick your fights, cousin."

Well shit.

#samisactuallydeadoops #rowanisaworkinprogress #aelinandrowan #coffeeshopau #throne of glass #angst #fanfic

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chews-erotically · 4 years

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Waxing Gibbous

Pairing: Ezra + femNurse! Reader

Rating: Hard M / 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Angst/violence/gore/blood/mentions of prostitution/SMUT(eventual)/veryinaccuratesurgicalprocedure

Honestly words have been fermenting in my brain for many moons. I am new to this, so please be gentle. I have written before, however never for a fandom. Special thank you to @yespolkadotkitty and @rzrcst for their support and encouragement, it truly means the world to me.

Summary: You are a nurse on the Green moon contracted to care for a group of prospectors. An act of violence forces you to flee your camp. Ezra finds you.

Words: 2376

PART ONE

The first time Ezra fell, it was with the Saters. You’d been hunched in a cordoned-off section of tent, dust motes waxing and waning against the haze of thick, dank air. At least you could breathe, a small mercy it was to remove your helmets and sit unfettered in the musty inner folds of the makeshift barracks.

The Sater stank. When he sneered at you, his grey lips parted to reveal the jagged tombstones of his teeth. When you had first sat down and dispelled with the perfunctory greetings, choking down the offering of what always reminded you of unsweetened Turkish coffee mixed with engine oil, his eyes made no attempt to hide the way they had raked over you as if you were some shiny toy. Or a bag of meat. You were under no delusions when it came to the fact that you, by nature of being female, were going to be ogled. Still, it left you no less disgusted as you fought to keep your face impassive while his eyes honed in on your chest.

Ezra sat beside you on the narrow bench, hunched forward with forearms balanced on knees that were spread to allow for his head to clear the sunken canvas ceiling. His expression was equally neutral, the only hint of tension showing in the tight bunch of muscle at his jaw. He knew as well as you that if the sater did not accept the barter, things would turn dark.

Ezra had been here longer than you. Stranded with no transport after the crew he’d arrived with turned on each other over dig locations and payload disbursement. The pod they’d arrived in had been burned, irreparably damaged and left no more than a husk in the Green due to the short-sighted fury and bullheaded ire of his hired compatriots. In the fracas, he’d sustained an injury to his right arm from a rogue thrower shot. In retrospect it could have been much worse, but the spores of mold that made the air so toxic had worked its way into his flesh the same way selfishness and suspicion had seeded the demise of his partners.

You were hired as a nurse to tend to your own hired prospecting crew, lured in with promises of adventure and treasures beyond your wildest dreams. You had known there had to be a catch, you were not so naive to believe that consequence could elude you, but you had signed the contract anyway hoping for more than the dreary clinic you’d worked in for the past five years. You were alone, you were lonely, you had no family. Your few friends had steadily drifted away from you as they met their own partners, started their own families. You were left to the ether. So you signed almost without thought when the recruiter came, signed before you had time to think it through, because you were aware that if you thought too much you’d talk yourself out of it. You knew all too well how adept you were at talking yourself out of things.

So, you’d arrived on the Green and things had proceeded as planned, uneventful for the most part. The others on the crew were respectful, if a bit distant. Nothing untoward had happened until a contractor by the name of Jorin began to take a particular interest in you. At first you’d been able to politely deflect his advances. Showing up in your tent unannounced, he feigned all manner of illness and injury to get your attention. Over time he became more aggressive, invading your space until you had told him, in no uncertain terms, that he was not welcome. It was not until he’d followed you back to your cot and tried to push you down that you’d snapped. You hadn’t meant to kill him, but the scalpel you had hidden in your fist had found its way to his carotid artery nonetheless. So you left, and you were blank and in shock and covered in someone else’s blood when Ezra found you.

He’d stood, imposing and straight-backed, hand on hip while his head followed your shambling approach. Your adrenaline was waning, and you shuffled forth on trembling legs, hands held aloft in supplication. When you reached his clearing in the midst of dense vegetation you noted his mouth moving at light-speed, the hand on his hip twitching toward the thrower he had slung across his back. As you got even closer you noticed his eyes were wide. You were not on the same transmission channel so you could not hear him. Your hands gestured as if underwater, left hand tapping your transceiver while your right held up three trembling fingers. When Ezra understood he switched the channel and immediately his animated drawl was filling your helmet.

“.....cannot fathom how you are standing in my sights looking like you’ve been baptised by Lady Bathory herself, alone? Please do tell this lonely old prospector how in Kevva’s name above you’ve found yourself in such a state of affairs?”

You noticed immediately that he did not seem at all frightened or wary of your appearance, just confused, and….excited? You gazed up into the visor through a constellation of blood spatter and freed your tongue from its bone-dry cavern, swallowing thickly.

“I didn’t mean to kill him. He tried to, to…..he came after me.”

Ezra stepped forward in what seemed a conspiratory move. You froze. Taking note, he’d immediately stepped back, but his dark eyes fastened to yours with an intensity that made you feel as though he could see through you into your very essence, every shameful childhood memory, every flaw and triumph as readable as prose on paper.

“Intention rarely informs the realities of snuffing out the flame of mortality. Between intention and action there lay an endless array of variables, something I know as well as my own name. In all my time on the Green the one thing that continues to ring true is that people here take. If you have nothing to offer, they will find something to take.”

He straightened before continuing, “Given that you are appreciably female I can imagine what it is he believed himself entitled to. You have none of that to fear from me, little stranger. I am but one lost soul amongst this verdant hellscape.”

You were still processing the events of the past several hours, and it took you some time to accustom your ears to the man’s mellifluous cadence. The people in your previous company had been stilted, blunt, mostly monosyllabic. This man before you spoke as if convinced his words would alight and manifest whatever sacred force or unimagined color the universe deemed fit to spew forth. It was incongruous. You considered your next words carefully before you spoke.

“Do you have a dwelling? A tent? I hate to impose, but this is my only suit and I’d like to get as much blood out of it as I can.”

That was how you’d become acquainted with Ezra. You’d exchanged names as you walked to his tent, and all the while Ezra pontificated. The tent was modest, two cots arranged across from one another. Equipment stacked along one canvas wall, while texts and notebooks spread across a folding table toward the front entrance. Ezra explained where the water source was located as you both disconnected your helmets and stripped your suits. The blood splashed across yours had dried to a dull rust. Almost as if it could be something other than blood. Almost.

You’d set the suit to soak in cold water and truly noticed the man in front of you for the first time. He was tall and broad-shouldered, thick locks jutting chaotically from the dome of his head and curling around the lobes of his ears. A shock of blond colored the seam of his hairline. His brow was lined with years of tension and unrest. Wide, dark eyes below pronounced brows. A prominent aquiline nose. His mouth, still moving. Always moving, as if he were trying to get every thought he had out of his head before the hourglass ran out on him.

Your eyes were next drawn to a dirty bandage circling his arm. You’d been so lost in your head over the strange turn of events that you did not notice the barely perceptible wince as he inventoried what appeared to be dried ration packets.

“What happened? To your arm, I mean?”

Ezra sighed deeply before answering. “Merely a flesh wound from an errant thrower blast while my crew and I were in the midst of parting ways. It was a most unsavory affair, I’m afraid. I don’t believe the weasel wielding the staff even meant to shoot me.”

You stepped closer, eyeing the torn, worried cloth. “You have to be careful. The spores in the air will seep into everything, especially an open wound. Your bandage is filthy. Do you mind if I take a look?”

“You have experience with dressing wounds?”

“I’m a nurse.”

You were wholly unprepared for the brilliant smile that split his face. Suddenly you could see the younger, roguish man that he had undoubtedly once been. You were suddenly overwhelmed, you could not understand how the heart in your chest fluttered as desperately as a bird beating its wings against the cage of your ribs. You felt close to panic as you realized that you were reacting this way to a man you did not know.

Careful.

“Kevva above, I must have done something right in a past life as I’ve done nothing in this one to deserve such a fortuitous gift! A nurse! An angel of mercy, a dove of benevolence!”

You felt heat rush to your face, and you cursed your feeble emotions as you turned quickly away from him. Please, ignore my abject idiocy.

“Med kit?”

“Ah, of course. My apologies, Dove, I forget myself.”

You pointedly ignored the unprompted endearment as any further contemplation on this new development would lead to literal hysteria. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Ezra sat at the table near the entrance, sweeping the array of notebooks and papers to the side. You pulled up a crate once taking the med kit and unwrapped the soiled bandaging. You understood how awkward it had to be to dress a wound with one hand, and so you were able to forgive the haphazard application. He hissed and winced again as you revealed a very red, open and angry wound bed assaulting the meat of his right bicep. Black had begun to settle in around the ragged edges. It did not look good. Your gut sank as you noticed the purplish pucker of skin surrounding a crater that oozed and tunneled, purulent drainage saturating the underlying gauze.

The mold had done a spectacular job of decaying what would have normally been a straight forward traumatic thrower wound. You were shocked that Ezra was not screaming in pain.

You kept your face studiously blank as you set out supplies: a vial of Ancef, sterile saline, bandaging, gauze, antimicrobial foam, hydrogen peroxide, a basin, and the scalpel you’d kept clutched in your fist as you’d fled. There was an injectable narcotic preloaded, you offered this to Ezra and he shook his head, his eyes still and worried. He knew it was bad, and he was scared. A wave of melancholy slammed into you and without thinking, you reached out and laid your fingers gently on his wrist.

“Hey.” He met your eyes, and they were old. Ancient, and filled with what was akin to an existential weariness. You had to dig the toe of your boot into your calf to keep your eyes from filling with tears. You cleared your throat. It did not sound like a noise you’d make. You wondered who you were, really, before speaking.

“I’m going to do the best that I can. It won’t be pretty. Your wound is badly infected. The black bits are necrotic, and if I don’t debride your wound it will spread. I’m going to try my hardest to save your arm. This is going to hurt, so I really think you should take the injection.”

Ezra’s solemn gaze swung to fasten on yours. After a pause of internal debate, he simply nodded. You filled the basin with hydrogen peroxide and placed the scalpel in. You picked up the preloaded syringe and sterile gauze and quickly discharged the narcotic serum into Ezra’s left deltoid. His eyes soon took on a haze of detachment, pupils constricting to pinpoints.

You picked up the scalpel and got to work, and Ezra finally screamed.

He kept his arm impressively still while sweat cut rivulets down the planes of his face. His jaw clenched so tightly you feared his teeth would crack and splinter- you’d finally and wordlessly paused your work to place a length of spare leather strapping between his teeth, which he clamped onto like a feral dog.

You worked quickly and wordlessly, cutting ribbons of spoiled flesh from the blessedly granulating bed of tissue and muscle beneath. Your mind worked in circular prayer, asking forgiveness from the universe for killing, for hurting. Ezra’s flesh was a sacred scroll and you were inscribing your texts upon it, begging for deliverance. It was not lost on you that the same scalpel you’d used to snuff one life was carving death out of another.

When the deed was done, you reconstituted the Ancef and injected it into the meat of his buttock. You did it quickly, too wrung out and disturbed to feel impure. There was nothing prurient about what had just happened, nothing sexy in his agony. For all of its intimacy it was brutal and ugly and traumatic. At that moment you were inextricably bound to one another.

#Ezra Ezra Prospect

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the-slasher-files · 3 years

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OC: ANDREI KULOKOVA - NSFW ALPHABET

18 + ahead. Andrei is a freak and I cannot stop thinking about him so he needed this post badly.. hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Usually Andrei is very attentive after sex, especially after a particularly rough session. He will clean you of any blood, kiss your bruises and cuts, stroke your hair and call you his perfect little mouse.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own favorite body part would have to be his hands and his teeth. Andrei’s hands are very skillful, and he likes to work with them any chance he gets either for murder or for love. The man has extremely sharp canine teeth that he loves to bite, plus Andrei knows it makes him sexier and more animalistic.

Andrei loves his partners neck and back. He goes wild if you have short hair or have your hair up, he will just sit there watching your back and neck as you make him dinner, loving how the muscles move and flex, adoring every bone in your back rise and fall, they’re just so breakable. It feeds his feral side if he sees you faulting the mark he has given you.

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

This boy likes it messy, big time messy. It is almost like an animalistic desire to see you covered in him and even yourself, if you mix a little blood in there too, oh boy, you’ve unlocked feral Andrei. He does also have a huge breeding kink and he will fill you up one thousand times over, finger you watching it ooze and drip, then rubbing it all over you and him. Andrei is nasty. He might even eat you out while your dripping his cum out of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly wants to be a sub but it will take a long, long time for him to get there and be comfortable being a switch. Andrei loves his partners to ride him and that is his submissive side wanting to be released, but he will always act as if he is in control.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Andrei is defiantly experienced in sex, but in a relationship, that’s a bit different. He is very good at sex and he knows it, but he tends to be a little selfish and loose himself, just jackhammering into you. Often Andrei has “fun” with his prey and has paid more than he would like to admit for a good time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, doggy or having his partner ride him. Missionary is by far his favorite, Andrei wants, needs, to feel you writhe under him, he wants you to look him in the eyes as you cum, and feeling your pulse under his fingers.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Andrei is a very serious man in every way, and sex is often very intense, there is no room or enough air to laugh, but after a long time of being together he has a strange silly side to him. Especially if you catch him off guard with a joke he doesn't quite understand, "You are interesting little mouse" or Andrei's sadistic humor comes out when you jump a little too much at the flick of his knife.

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

Andrei is not a hairy man by any means, so he is very fortunate enough to let his hair go and it is still only a medium amount of hair. Not overly long, curly light brown, but he likes to keep it under control for the most part. Andrei also has a little treasure trail.

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

Now Andrei has no clue how to be romantic, it is never something anyone had ever shown him, so keeping you alive, living together and sex is his romance. Andrei is very intense in the bedroom and will kiss and love you there but outside of the bedroom, you might have to help him. Intimacy can be hard because he is very touched starved, the small touches and gentle kisses is something that is hard for him, so don’t be mad if you go hold Andrei’s hand and he pulls away. You need to teach him a lot in this department. His favorite thing is holding you though, either sweeping you off your feet or holding you on his lap, man loves it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Andrei is a horny man who is gone a lot from home so of course he jacks off. Sometimes even if you’re at home he will call you into the bedroom and will just be fisting his cock smirking at you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This guy has so so many but his top favorites are blood, breath play, knives, predator/prey, breeding, daddy, fear play and bondage. He is a creative man with a lot of time on his hands.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Andrei will literally take you anywhere he damn pleases, from the field to the abandoned buildings to any surface in the house. He lives in the middle of nowhere so why bother trying to hide.

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

This guy is horny 89% of the time, so just always watch your back for the wolf lurking in the house. Your new pair of jeans that hug your ass just right? careful. Batting your lashes when looking up at him? watch out. If you really want him to get going, get yourself something sliky and lacy that puts your body on display, straddle his lap with one of his knives in hand, holy shit Andrei will lose it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Andrei honestly doesn't have many no's and he will try it at least once before saying no. Absolutely no mommy kinks, given his past. Humiliation is a big no, he will never do it to you and you should never do it to him. Overly dominating him in his life, if you are worthy enough to see his sub side only use that in the bedroom, if you take that into every day life by ordering him around or asking for certain tasks done he is going to be very annoyed and pissed off. With you Andrei only wants a few simple things like cleaning his house, making him dinner and cuddling on the couch, other than that you are a free person, he won't try to really control you much. Just don't be stupid by leaving or putting yourself in danger or else his control and overbearingness comes out.

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

Now Andrei loves to see his s/o writhe, whimper and beg for him. It's an animalistic need. And he is stupidly perfect with his tongue and his hands are extremely skillful. You will have a great time with him going down on you, just watch his teeth if he gets too carried away and he loves to tease and edge so he might be down there a while. However Andrei doesn't go down on you too often because he knows he just that good, and he's an ass. But if you thought just because he doesn't go down on you often means you are off the hook?? Nope. He has a huge thing for getting his dick sucked and he's going to make you do it constantly.. sorry.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Andrei is a delicious, addicting mix of both in a way. He might edge and tease with foreplay for hours but the wolf is going to intensely and roughly ruin you, but if he is switches positions with you he likes to take it slow for a minute just watching you, praising and stroking your hair, probably wiping a tear or blood away, then back to impaling you. It's a true battle between the wolf and Andrei all they time.

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

He is a big fan, mainly just because he is horny a lot and has a lot of work to do. It's and instant anger/stress relief for him. But at the end of the day if you can quiet his mind enough Andrei enjoys watching you to crumble slowly under his hands and go for a long, long session.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is an ex soldier and mercenary, of course he's a risk taker. Andrei, like I said before, likes to try stuff at least once before saying no. Also being with him everyday is a risk in general, with all his knives and blood obsession.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This guy has stamina for days. You would think with all the cigarettes he smokes he would be dead in 10 minutes, but boy were you wrong. His hunts can go on for 10 hours or more sometimes, so you are at least in for 3-5 rounds at a time. If Andrei has been gone on a mission for a month or so and comes home you are not leaving the bedroom (or where ever he wants to fuck you) for at least 2 days.

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

He doesn't necessarily like toys to make you or himself cum but for teasing he will totally be down for it. Andrei rather just use his mouth or hands. Skin on skin is what he likes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Andrei adores teasing so much, he wants to break you down, bulid you back up then pick you apart again and again. He will put a plug in you all day just making sure you're ready for whenever he chooses to come home. Edging you is his favorite past time, he will do it until you cry and he will wipe the tears away and say "you're so beautiful myshka"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not very talkative in his everyday life but man is a huge dirty talker when getting into it. He also produces wolf like growls deep within his throat creating the most sinful and sexual noise you had ever heard

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Silly drunk Andrei is my personal favorite, and it doesn't happen often at all so take it and run with it. He will start Russian dancing and almost failing over telling you watch him and learn, its very serious to him that you watch. He will also start singing old Russian songs from his childhood, loudly and wildly. Love and cherish this Andrei.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Man is a big boy all the way through, even below the belt. A good 7 inches and thicker than average. Circumcised with a beautiful rosey head, and 2 large veins running the length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Man wants to go literally all the time. He has an inhuman sex drive. If you just tell him you want him Andrei drops everything and bends you over the nearest surface.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Andrei has a hard time sleeping and winding down. His active mind just will not stop, so he really enjoys just watching you sleep on his chest, being gentle with his hands along your body and in your hair. If you don't fall asleep very fast either now is the perfect time to talk with him, get stories of his missions, Russian folk tales, funny stories about his brothers in the military and brutal childhood. He just wants someone to share his pain and his love with at the end of the night. Run your hands along his scars and in his hair while you're at it and you will have tamed a wolf.

#oc #my writing #alphabet #Andrei Kulokova #slasher #oc stuff

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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

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Maybe reader is a Princess/ Royal for pirate Overhaul??? Haha just my suggestion tho 😅😅😅

"Damn disgusting pirates!" You heard a noble of the castle cursing out loud, his wig almost dropping from his head as you muffled your chuckles the best you could with your gloved hand "They think EVERYTHING IS THEIR PRIORITY!"

You shaked your head and closed your book, putting on a basket before retreading to your room.

Putting on the simplest dresses you could find along with a worn out green overcoat with a hood, you sneaked out of the castle just when the knights were going out with the horses to that check up on the kingdoom.

Walking on the city, you waved at the people with a warm smile, occasionally stopping on mini shops to buy some fruits or breads and giving to the people whose seemed to need a cheer up.

Many villagers recognized you as the princess... yet, for the sake of you and them, they never alerted any guards since that one time you were a kid when it happened a catastrophe, the whole kingdoom thinking you were kidnapped by some bad people, or worst, a pirate.

It was starting to show the sunset and you smile, picking up your pace to go to the port, seeing a lot of fishermen and sailors ... working and having fun on the shore of the beach while you were looking for a trace of the ship as black as night...

You felt a hand poking your shoulder from behind before you yelped, tripping and almost falling into the water if it wasn't the same hand grabbing you and pulling you back to a broad chest.

"Good evening your highness." The voice you came love spoke as you smiled in the chest, pulling away from his warm and seing nonchantly golden eyes staring down at you, a kinda of mask covering half of his face. His usual coat he wore while traveling not seen along with his sword.

"Good evening to yourself, Captain." He took of his hat and you could see hint of love and how much he actually missed you during those dreadfull months, almost a entirely year, he has been out on the cruel and cold waves of the sea.

"I brought this." You took the book from your the basket and handed it to him as he lifted one of his eyebrows.

"You actually read it this time dear princess?" He asked in sarcasm while grabbing the book back with a chuff.

"It was the only thing that kept me sane and reminded me of you during our time apart..." you sighed as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"... I was thinking about something." His boots echoed along at each steps he take on the port and reaching the sand as you walked by his side, relief on your brain at seing no man or woman recognized Kai. Or as know as the most cruel and dangerous pirate on all seven seas, Captain Overhaul. The man who lead the trope of the Shie hassaikai and caused terror around the areas he has been.

"What it might be..?" You giggled, pulling your hood down when the orange of the sky slowed change for the usual dark shiny blue of the night.

"Pirates are known to be selfish, steal things for only themselfs..." he brushed some branches and sipos of the forest so that you two come in to show you the ship, his crew burst out laughing and drinking until they fell ... literally in the case of Rappa ... the guy really fell on the sand.

"You plan to steal more of my kingdoom?" You furrowed your eyebrows at him as he shook his head.

"I can have all the gold and treasure in this world. But not even the fountain of youth would get me the truly thing I want." He looked at the distance as you furrowed your eyebrows, seing tbat he was messing inside his clothing to take off a necklace, the emblem of his trope...the emblem of the piracy of the Shie Hassaikai and gracefully on your neck, brushing his thumb on your cheek when the necklace was settled.

"I heard rumors. Of you marrying a prince of other land." You widened your eyes at that, not even you knew about this, and your heart throbbed...

Your feelings, your love, your heart already were taken by someone... the man in front of you stole it.

"B-But.. my father never-"

"He didn't mentioned because he didn't wanted you to make a fuss.... I just wanted to give you this.. to remind you, of who truly has something for you." He oicked your chin up and raised to plant a last and passionate kiss, his heart clenching and skin contracting at the tears forming and dropping form your eyes to his skin.

He parted and sighed shakily, giving one last pat on your head as he mouthed for you to go, before he changed his mind and took you all to himself..

Watching you leave wasn't easy... a part of himself seemed to leave him at that moment where he saw your crying self run back to your castle as he almost dragged his corpse to his ship... only his childhood friend noticing the sorrow and emptiness look on his eyes as he locked himself on his office.

"Cant actually believes you're going to give up that princess for a shitty noble." He entered without knocking as Chisaki growled for him to get out. "No dude, seriously. You loved that woman ever since you met her, heck and the feeling is mutual!"

"You dont say." He sighed in annoyance.

"Chisaki ... she saved you from the gallows. From the fucking gallows, do you know how many pirates have escaped that mess of rope or worse?"

"And in consequence that messed up king locked her in the castle for two years." He sighed "She is better off without this mess."

"Whatever you say." He sighed waving at his captain "Just saying... that if you love her, you shouldn't left her to suffer on a unwanted marriage."

The words of the white haired man echoed on his head the whole night....

(A/n): I will let you guys decision if I continue this or not ;)

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #pirate overhaul #pirate overhaul x reader #bnha au #bnha fanfiction #bnha fics #zuffer writings

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bitterlikesweets · 3 years

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There’s No Lying About Love

This is a sidlink fic but there’s also a bit of one-sided zelink

It’s around 2000 words

Link doesn’t know how to tell Zelda that there is someone else that he needs to go back to.

He doesn’t know how to admit it, when she’s battered and bruised, looking at him with green eyes so full of affection that he can’t hope to match it. He averts his gaze uneasily, fidgeting with a large silver band attached to his belt--a bracelet that just so happens to belong to a certain prince that he would love to teleport back to as soon as possible.

“Do you remember me?” Zelda asks, and Link bites his tongue because those green eyes narrow as she continues to gaze at him, and they’re gentle and close and unfamiliar.

How is he supposed to tell her? How is he supposed to explain things to her when she’s looking at him like nothing’s changed? Everything has changed for Link. He’s known her as nothing more than a disembodied voice and few scattered memories that barely feel real for months now. He vaguely recalled a few moments here and there from his past life, but they don’t feel like his memories. He saw himself, but it felt like he was witnessing a different person. That stoic and proper knight did not feel like the current Link, the Link who ran around half naked in the woods, swinging tree branches at anything that so much as looked in his direction. The personal knight of Zelda feels so different from the young man who spends his free time climbing mountains and eating mushrooms he finds off the ground.

Those one hundred years turned Link into a different man, but Zelda is the same as she ever was, and the guilt rocks him until he’s unsteady on his feet. When he stumbles away from her, she reaches out to help him, and she smiles as if she knows how he’s feeling, but she doesn’t. He clutches Sidon’s bracelet, hanging low by his waist, and it calms him until he sees Zelda’s eyes follow the movement of his hands.

“Ah,” she says softly. Her gaze lowers, and he suddenly realizes that she is shaking, her eyes barely able to stay open, and his own selfishness pools heavily in his stomach. He feels sick. He’s been thinking nothing but himself, and Zelda is barely hanging on. How has he not thought to let her rest now that the battle is over?

He supposes part of him has thought of her as similar to the goddess whose power she wields, after knowing her as nothing more than that voice, as a far off entity that had been doing the impossible for a century. It’s strange to see her and think of her as a person, a person who is likely exhausted and clearly staring at Link like a maiden in love, even in her tired state.

“My sheikah slate,” she mumbles, her eyelids fluttering. “Perhaps we can…”

She falls forward, and Link is barely quick enough to catch her, and that’s when he realizes that she was never gazing at Sidon’s bracelet in the first place. He shifts to pull her up onto his back, and she feels impossibly light. He wonders when she’s last eaten as he absentmindedly sets his destination on the sheikah slate, and it’s only as the blue light swirls around him that he realizes that in his panic, he’s sent them straight to Zora’s domain.

When her arms flop limply over her shoulders, and he moves her higher on his back so that her bare feet don’t dip in the water surrounding the shrine in the Domain, Link realizes that he’s tired too. His muscles ache and his clothes are torn, and he wants nothing more than to feel Sidon’s cool fingers on his cheeks, the remedy that has healed his mind as many times as Mipha’s powers healed his body. Perhaps that was why he traveled there instead of his home in Hateno; a part of him was searching for the remedy he always used after a tough battle.

But he can’t help but think it was awful timing for him to fall back on his habits. As much as he loves Sidon’s touch, Sidon’s smile, the Zora prince’s presence will do nothing to lessen the guilt currently gnawing at Link’s insides.

As Link slowly makes his way up the steps, the princess on his back, he spies Sidon standing in front of Mipha’s statue in the courtyard, and Link can’t help but silently curse his awful luck. Sidon sees Link immediately, yellow eyes growing wide and then even wider upon noticing who Link carries on his back. Link is sure that Sidon was probably too young when they knew each other to truly recognize her, but Sidon was the one who saw Link off when he marched off to fight Calamity Ganon. Sidon knew enough about the situation to guess.

Or maybe Sidon did recognize her. Maybe a sense of familiarity washed over the prince, from seeing this woman from his childhood again. Maybe Sidon remembered her more than Link did, even with what little memories Link had left still vivid in his mind.

The thought makes the heavy feeling in Link’s stomach burn.

When he sees Link sway, Sidon rushes over, hands outstretched to help Link, as always, but Link pulls back just before they can touch, not sure if he could handle both Sidon and Zelda at once, even with the princess unconscious. Sidon steps back, yellow eyes staring inquisitively down at Link, but Link averts his gaze, instead focusing his gaze on the floor.

“Are you alright, love?”

Link flinches at the name but nods, and with his gaze still stubbornly glued to floor, he misses Sidon’s frown. When the prince speaks again, his voice is softer, more hesitant.

“Is the princess alright?”

Link nods again, shifting her slightly higher on his back.

"I can arrange a bed for her. I'm sure you're tired too."

Link nods again, and when a few of the Zora come to take her away, she clings to Link, small hands balled up in the blue fabric of his dirty Hylian tunic. Link frowns slightly, leaning his head back to look at her, nudging her head with his in the process. She’s still knocked out, but she nuzzles into his touch and Link stiffens, the now familiar feeling of guilt only worsening when he turns and sees Sidon frowning down at him, his hands clasped behind his back.

It’s moments like these when he wishes words came easily to him, but as always, they don’t. So he hangs his head and pries Zelda’s hands off, refusing to watch as the Zora gently whisk her away into the night.

The lack of her physical weight does nothing to lighten Link’s terrible mood and increasing fatigue. He thinks about going to her, waking her up, just to get the likely devastating conversation over with. He thinks of her, waking alone some time tomorrow, wondering why the knight she seems to love so much is not by her side. He thinks of having to tell her that he can’t be by her side, not like she wants him too.

And the heavy liquid guilt in his stomach sways and rocks him because he thinks of how everyone she ever knew and loved is now gone—except for Link, but in a way, he’s gone too.

Link wants to vomit. He physically sways, and Sidon’s large hands come to hold him up by the elbows and Link’s head spins because Hylia, he loves Sidon, and he loves the prince’s smile and the way those hands always treat him like a treasure, like something precious, but at the moment, even that gentle affection feels like it’s too much. Because he’s something precious to too many people, and he looks up to push Sidon back and his eyes lock on Mipha’s statue—

A garbled noise crawls out of his throat—a whimper combined with a shout of distress, a noise that a wounded animal might make. And Sidon smiles down at him. His red hands slide from Link’s elbows to his shoulders. He squeezes, and Link sags beneath the tension.

“You worry too much, beloved,” Sidon says, and his voice is soft, only for Link to hear.

Link’s eyebrows pull sharply downwards as he frowns because clearly he hasn’t worried enough--if he’d thought more about it, he would’ve been more prepared for this. He would have had a speech or a letter ready or something. He would’ve noticed the signs from those brief memories and not been so caught off guard by the look in Zelda’s eyes while they were both at the edge of their sanity, the last of Calamity Ganon’s energy still fading in the air behind them.

“I worried similarly to you,” Sidon said, “at first. After all, my sister was as fond of you as I am.”

Link shrinks beneath Sidon’s gaze, a frown pulling at his lips. Link thought about it back then too. When he met her spirit in the Divine Beasts, his cheek warmed and he spluttered like a fish out of water because Mipha gauged his feelings for Sidon with little more than a glance. It was easier with Mipha, because she knew without him saying.

And because she could not hope for a future between the two of them, but Link often tries not to think of it that way.

“I wondered,” Sidon continued, gently guiding Link to stand in front of Mipha’s statue, “if she would ever forgive me for such a thing. She loved you deeply, and I…”

Sidon’s hands tighten on Link’s shoulders.

“I wasn’t sure what I owed to her, and if that outweighed what I wanted for myself. I’m sure it is harder on you, knowing that you are all the princess has.”

Link’s hands clench into fists at his sides.

“Link,” Sidon says, and his voice is a whisper again, “I love you. And if, someday far in the future, you found someone you loved much more than me, someone who made you happy, I would understand. I would let you go.”

Sidon spins Link around so that they are facing each other, and Link has no idea when Sidon began to kneel, but they are suddenly eye to eye. Sidon slowly reaches for him, cradling Link’s face in his hands.

“And if the princess truly loves you—and if I make you happy—then she, too, will understand.”

Link is still uneasy, but the painful, heavy guilt in his gut abates a bit. He relaxes just enough to lean into Sidon’s touch, to weakly smile back when Sidon flashes him a sharp-toothed grin. He places his hand’s over Sidon’s as the prince continues to cradle his face, humming slightly in appreciation, and Sidon’s grin grows even brighter. When the nervousness and panic begins to slowly fade, Link realizes just how tired he is. He feels the ache in all his muscles from the long fight, from staying up multiple nights throughout that grueling battle. He sags forward and Sidon catches him with a laugh.

“I think that’s enough being Hero of Hyrule for a little while,” Sidon says. “Time to take a break. Be Link for a few days.”

Link wearily shakes his head with a grumble, even as he burrows into the prince’s arms. He thinks of all the things he should do—people he should inform of Calamity Ganon’s demise. He wants to sweep the areas most prone to monsters, and there’s no telling what he will have to do with Zelda to help her rebuild the kingdom.

“The world can wait a few days,” Sidon says firmly. “It waited a hundred years with a great beast fighting for its destruction; it will survive for at least a few days more.”

Link grumbles dissent again, even as Sidon slowly but surely pulls him to the bedroom to rest.

“Alright then. Sir Hero, think of the lover you’ve been neglecting. Surely, spending time with me is part of your many duties?”

Link’s next grunt sounds like a reluctant form of agreement and Sidon grins brightly, sweeping Link off of his feet and cradling the little Hylian close to his chest. Link manages a playful punch to Sidon’s chest before his eyes lip shut, sleep turning his mind into a dizzy haze.

Just before he drifts off, he hears Sidon speak up, but he’s too out of it to truly take in the words.

“Princess Zelda! How long have you been awake?”

“Oh, well… Just long enough, I suppose.”

Link hears a sniffle. Then Sidon’s voice, full of sympathy.

“Your highness…”

“Just… Take care of him, will you?”

“...Of course. You have my word.”

The real world is lost to Link after that, but he dreams a wonderfully pleasant dream. He stands beside Sidon, their hands linked together. And they look up at the sky together. The goddess Hylia looks down upon them, but her face is strangely familiar. Bright green eyes regard the couple fondly, and when she smiles down at Link, he grins brightly up at her in return.

#sidlink #fanfiction

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vinayrajoriaofficial · 3 years

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A Critical Essay on the Life & Poetry of William Wordsworth

With respect to 'The Prelude' & the 'Lyrical Ballads'

Portrait of the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth by Benjamin Haydon.

"You have given me praise for having reflected faithfully in my poems the feelings of human nature. I would fain hope that I have done so.

But a great poet ought to do more than this; he ought, to a certain degree, to rectify men’s feelings, to give them new compositions of feeling, to render their feelings more sane, pure, and permanent; in short, more consonant to Nature, that is, to eternal Nature, and the great moving spirit of things."

Wordsworth wrote this in a letter, in response, to his friend, John Wilson on the 7th of June 1802, thanking him for his heartiest congratulations on the success of his Lyrical Ballads and in the process reflected on the ideas of his poetical abilities and ambitions. Indeed, Wordsworth was a poet far ahead of his times, creating over the span of eighty years a colossal magnitude of poetic works which have become a part of the very fabric of the English language and literature.

Like many of his contemporaries, Wordsworth was influenced acutely by the historic event of the French Revolution, of which he was not only an observer but an active participant and supporter. But before delving too deep into his works and genius we must understand something about his life and childhood, without which, one cannot think of understanding his poetry let alone Wordsworth himself.

Young Wordsworth in 1798, in Town End, Grasmere.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH was born in the Lake District in April 1770 and died there eighty years later on 23 April 1850. He had three brothers and a sister, Dorothy, to whom throughout his life he was especially close. When she was six and he was nearly eight, their mother died. Dorothy was sent away to be brought up by relatives and a year later William was sent to Hawkshead Grammar School.

Wordsworth was cared for in lodgings and led a life of exceptional freedom, roving over the fells that surrounded the village. The death of his father broke in on this happiness when he was thirteen, but did not halt the education through nature that complemented his Hawkshead studies and became the theme of his poetry.

As an undergraduate at Cambridge, Wordsworth traveled (experiencing the French Revolution at first hand) and wrote poetry. His twenties were spent as a wanderer, in France, Switzerland, Wales, London, the Lakes, Dorset, and Germany. In France, he fathered a child whom he did not meet until she was nine because of the War.

In 1794 he was reunited with Dorothy and met Coleridge, with whom he published Lyrical Ballads in 1798, and to whom he addressed The Prelude, his epic study of human consciousness. In the last days of the century, Wordsworth and Dorothy found a settled home at Dove Cottage, Grasmere. Here Wordsworth wrote much of his best-loved poetry, and Dorothy her famous Journals.

In 1802 Wordsworth married Dorothy’s closest friend, Mary Hutchinson. Gradually he established himself as the great poet of his age, a turning-point coming with the collected edition of 1815. From 1813 Wordsworth and his family lived at Rydal Mount in the neighboring valley to Grasmere. In 1843 he became the poet laureate.

A recent cover page of the 'Lyrical Ballads' by Wordsworth & Coleridge, which heralded the Romantic Age in English Literature.

Now, keeping this dynamic canvas of Wordsworth’s life in consciousness can begin to grasp the magnitude of his poetic genius. To begin with, we can say Wordsworth was a game-changer in the history of English poetry. By publishing, his epoch-making collection of poems, Lyrical Ballads, Wordsworth along with Coleridge heralded the Romantic Age of English poetry. On which Coleridge writes in chapter 14 of his book, Biographia Literaria, about Wordsworth and his romantic ideas thus:

"Mr. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind’s attention to the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us; an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes, yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand."

-Coleridge on Wordsworth, Biographia Literaria

And so we see that Wordsworth did exhibit all these themes and ideas repeatedly in his entire works. He takes as his subjects the poor, the old, and the outcast, for example in the poems ‘Goody Blake and Harry Gill’, Wordsworth talks about an old woman who has to steal firewood to survive the winter. His poem, ‘Her Eyes Are Wild’, about a vagrant woman suckling her child:

Suck, little babe, oh suck again,

It cools my blood, it cools my brain,

Thy lips I feel them, baby, they

Draw from my heart the pain away.

-from ‘Her Eyes Are Wild’

In ‘The Old Cumberland Beggar’, a beggar sits among ‘wild empty hills’ eating, and his ‘palsied hands’ scatter crumbs while the ‘small mountain birds’ surround him, waiting warily for their ‘destined meal’. In the popular poem, ‘The Idiot Boy’ a poor countrywoman, Betty Foy, is the mother of a disabled son who gets lost and spends a night in the open air. When she finds him he speaks wonderingly of the owls and the moon, without realizing what they are.

This was a major breakthrough in English poetry as Wordsworth brought to the poetic arena, the lives of the common people and this was huge because no one had ever made such people a subject of their poems before. Also new in Lyrical Ballads are poems about children and how adults fail to understand them.

In the poem, ‘Anecdote for Fathers’, a boy resists adult logic, and in ‘We Are Seven’, a small girl, whose brother has died, insists that he still counts as one of the family. Wordsworth’s belief in the superiority of childhood is expressed most challengingly in the ‘Immortality Ode’ written in 1802, where he remembers his early years.

A painting of the French Revolution of 1789, which ousted monarchy from France and had a big impact on Wordsworth and many intellectuals.

Through his selected works, written after the experiences of the French Revolution, one also comes to feel the sympathetic nature of Wordsworth towards the lowly and the poor. Like in The Prelude, he recalls, how a revolutionary friend pointed to an emaciated girl they met on a walk and declared:

'Tis against that

That we are fighting

In the ‘Residence in London’ book of the same poem, he remembers seeing a poor man with a sick child in his arms, and writes:

Bending over it,

As if he were afraid both of the sun,

And of the air which he had come to seek,

Eyed the poor babe with love unutterable

As for expressing the moods and settings of nature, Wordsworth is the unquestioned master, often and aptly called by many to be the poet of nature. One can even argue that no English poet expresses nature in its innate sensual beauty and spiritual entirety as Wordsworth.

What’s more interesting in Wordsworth’s portrayal of nature is that for him Nature is not just Mother Earth that needs to be expressed and captured in words but is much more than that. Like in the poem ‘Lines Written in Early Spring’, included in Lyrical Ballads, Wordsworth expresses the belief that nature is conscious as he writes:

'Tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.’

Or the core Romantic belief that nature is a moral educator is stated with breath-taking simplicity in another Lyrical Ballads poem, ‘The Tables Turned’ where he writes:

One impulse from a vernal wood,

May teach you more of man,

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.

In this regard one remembers a famous passage from The Prelude which gives an instance of Wordsworth expressing, nature acting as a moral guardian. The passage is about one summer evening when young Wordsworth takes a boat without its owner’s permission, and as he rows, he expresses:-

A huge peak, black and huge,

As if with voluntary power instinct,

Up reared its head

It seems to stride after him and, trembling, he returns the boat to where he found it. Even when not guilt-ridden, the boy Wordsworth in The Prelude is aware of nature as a living presence:

I heard among the solitary hills

Low breathings coming after me and sounds

Of indistinguishable motion, steps

Almost as silent as the turf they trod.

On Wordsworth’s poetic oeuvre, Walter Pater, a critic of Wordsworth’s time comments in his essay titled- Appreciations (1889) that Wordsworth to be the poet of ‘impassioned contemplation’ and in stressing both words equally, he got the balance exactly right. In his attempts to characterize the nature of the poetic or creative power, Wordsworth laid similar emphasis on impassioned seeing.

Perhaps, one can say, that the best encapsulation of Wordsworth's entire creative output has been written by none other than Wordsworth himself in the poem, ‘Glad sight wherever new with old’, written in 1842 when he was seventy-two. This poem points to almost everything that has been central to his long imaginative engagement with words and things. Wordsworth in it writes:

Glad sight wherever new with old

is joined through some dear home born tie;

The life of all that we behold

Depends upon that mystery.

Vain is the glory of the sky,

the beauty vain of field and grove

Unless, while with admiring eye

We gaze, we also learn to love.

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References & Research:-

The Concise History of English literature by William Henry Hudson

The Routledge history of English literature

The Routledge Anthology of Poets on Poets

A little history of Poetry by John Carey

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What do you think about Lennox? He's one of my favourites ^^

LENNOX... Lennox is honestly so wonderful and sweet. But he can be snarky too (mostly towards Figaro because of their history) and I find that really funny. But for the most part he's a really calming character and does whatever he can to help others ever since he was young (like using his magic in the mines in order to help the others in his village). His dynamic with Faust makes me really emotional... especially because he's a mere shepherd now, and not the right-hand man of Faust like he was back in revolution era, but he still feels the need to take care of him. In fact, it's because he couldn't take care of him back then that he feels the need to compensate. I'm almost always thinking of the conversation in East etude chapter 2:

On the topic of revolution era, Lennox was an unsung hero. Alec was regarded as the first king of Central Country and the first in the Granvelle monarchy, Faust is hailed as a saint by historians and religions alike... but I've heard no mention of Lennox's achievements in the war, even though he was there on the front lines directly helping Faust and Alec as Faust's right-hand.

But then again, I think Lennox is fine without needing acknowledgement from history. He's resigned to a peaceful life with his herd and with the rest of the Southern family, and it's a peaceful life he treasures so much! He's endured a lot since he lived in a time of war, seeing one of the people important to him being betrayed by the selfishness of his childhood best friend. I think this life is good for him ^__^

#personal #mhykpost #mhyk #THANK YOU BTW... hehe 🙆‍♂#Idk if this is coherent or whatever I have canon cycling through my head always so I end up recycling it in my explanations orz

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Yandere writing promots.

3. [Bailey/Richard] “I will take all the pain if it means you’ll smile.” @aflockoffeathers |word count 1,781 |

NSFW content: Yandere themes,

a/n: Have fun uwu

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Richard was a stoic man, an unfortunate effect from his childhood, raised in a family that viewed emotional investment as a low priority. Emotions got in the way and made you make mistakes, so he repressed for years. It was better that way because all anyone wanted were simple selfish wants. Shallow relationships was all Richard really took part in, simply as handled like one would a business meeting.

Maybe it was due to years of repressing himself that when it came to Bailey, Richard became lost to his love and desire for them. His Bailey wanted his attention so he would give it to him, he thought, when the idea had come to mind. After all Bailey was always going on about how he just wants to be around Richard, who was Richard to deny his darling such a simple want? It was easy to do once alone; he just waited till Bailey was too full of his liquor, scooping them up in his arms as Bailey nuzzled against their neck. He would take him away, somewhere he would be safe. Safe from the world that kept hurting his dear beloved brat. Safe with Richard, he wouldn’t let anyone or thing hurt him again. Trapping him in a home he could never leave.

Where he could have what he always said he wanted. Richard was such a good boyfriend for doing this just for him of course. Bailey was special, he should be treated as a treasured item. And you don’t just let your valuables stay out in the open where just anyone can get to them. No.

Nom, you lock them up, you secure them. That was just simple logic and Richard treaused nothing as much as he did his Bailey. He thought carrying them into what would be their new home. Everything his beloved would need and even want for would be here, of course meaning Richard, he couldn’t leave his rooster alone. He didn’t know how to care for himself for one and two he would be lonely without his Richard. He needed Richard.

Wrapped snugly in his arms, as Richard went to lie Bailey down on their new bed. The rooster stirring awake finally and just blinking a few times. “Finally awake my dear?” Richard asked as he looked over their cute sleepy face. Obviously confused as to where they were, Richard just lovelying nuzzled his face into their neck.

"We’ll be calling this home now Bails, finally you can have what you deserve me all to yourself. Aren’t you lucky my love?” he placed a kiss on their neck speaking into his feathers his voice a bit muffled “and I can have you where you will be safe and i’ll never need to worry about you getting hurt again." Richard took in their scent a moment. How he loved it and now he'd always have it now.

A bit of confusion from the rooster made him stop though. Asking what Richard was talking about and where they were. Richard pulled back as Bailey sat up trying to gather his bearings.

Wasn't this what they wanted though he should be happy and embracing the eagle. Nuzzling him, cooing to him as he always did. Ungrateful. Richards eyes narrowed, reaching out to hold onto their shoulders. Quick to pin Bailey down to the bed. As he let the rooster see this uncontrollable side of him.

"You shouldn't be asking anything! This is what you always wanted right?" Richard took a moment to calm down as he pressed his chest to Baileys, keeping him down with his body weight and taking hold of Baileys face. "Don't you know how hard it is to not have you with me all the time. How painful it is to see you when you are hurting. Knowing how much you've been hurt and not being able to take that all away?” It was all true, Bailey’s past, the things he's gotten into since then, all that plagued the eagles mind. He hated it all that was eatting up at him. What was Richard to do to protect them, that was his job now after all right? To make his Bailey happy, keep him safe.

Protect him.

“I try to not get to this point but I can’t fight it anymore Bailey.” Richard starts to admit.

His body shakes as he rests his face into Bailey’s chest, their feathers welcoming and soft as they slightly tickled his face. “I keep trying to hide this and fight this side BUT I can’t anymore it's too good. The way you make me feel. I need to love you I need to keep you safe I don’t...no I can’t lose you Bailey. This is the only answer to keep my treasure safe. I have to lock you away. This heavy pain in my chest at the thought of you being hurt again.”

There was no logic to his words, it was all the pent up emotions flowing free, the fear of rejection of the one he loved. All coming out from a shaky voice. He thought this would be what they wanted but what if it wasn’t? What would he have to do now? Before he had to let himself worry over that he could tell Bailey was trying to move. Was he trying to leave? Richard lifted up his face ready to do what he would have to keep his love where they belong. Only to be met with a kiss to his beak.

It was soft and warm just like always. Welcoming and full of the rooster love for them. Richard relaxed into the kiss and returned it as he slowly released his hold on the rooster. They went to pull out from the kiss and Richard tried to follow to keep it going. Relaxing when feeling Bailey move his arms around Richard’s neck. Letting him break the kiss now as he went to meet their gaze. Seeing them love him as always, helped him ease himself again, collecting himself as he took comfort in knowing Bailey wasn’t going to try and leave now.

“Good you understand then” Richard’s usual tone back replacing the bit of worry from a moment ago. “I love you Bailey I need to protect you, you understand that don’t you? I’m doing this for you alone. I can’t help what you do to me Bailey.” He leans in and kisses them. “You drive me crazy, you drive me to obsession, you drive me to lose myself.” He explains kissing them between each thing Bailey does to him. “I can’t see you in the hospital again, I must keep you here, but I'll be with you. I won’t leave you alone.”

Slipping his tongue into Bailey’s, all too eager to welcome mouth. Coiling his tongue around theirs and softly sucking on it, proving this was his. Loving how sweet his rooster tasted, running his tongue over the pricing they wore only to cause Richard to moan into their mouth. Wanting Bailey to know the pleasure he gives him, as he slowly pulls from the kiss. Smiling at them as he licks the mixed drool off the side of their beak. “Tell me Bailey what are you?” Richard asked as he started to kiss at their neck, humming happily when they said they were his possession. Slowly undoing the buttons of Bailey’s shirt and vest. “That's right dear, you’re my possession to do with as I wish. To love on when I please. “I won’t allow you to be lonely again, you’ll have me all to yourself, only you are worthy of so much of my love after all.” His love for them all consumed his mind as he started to undress them. “I’m going to show you all my love for now on Bailey so you'll alway know how loved you are by me. Though I feel I need to make it clear to you”

Moving down to kiss along their chest. “Because you’ll never need a reason to leave here.” he used the sharp edge of his beak to scratch at the skin below Bailey’s feathers. Happily watching the bit of blood that spilled from there. Because he wanted his love to be reminded of this later. He continued to kiss down their body as he started to work on removing their pants and underwear next. “Bailey you’re mine alone you know that right?” He asks as he presses his break to their skin again. Nuzzling against them so they cut into him again. Happy when seeing that red show against his feathers.

Pulling away to tug off their pants, as he kneeled in front of the bed. Pulling Bailey over the edge by his legs. Roughly holding them up to spread them slightly. Enough to fit his head between them. Kissing along their inner thigh. Loving the sounds coming from them.

“That’s right Bailey, I'm going to love and adore you everyday for now on.” He smiled darkly to Bailey as he moved in closer to their groin still only giving attention to his inner thigh though. Softly nuzzling his beak against him. Nipping at him there watching as they shook a bit as he held on tightly enough to break through the skin so to let him bleed once more. Richard glaced over to his rooster's face, the look on his face confused him a moment as he let go and sat up enough to rest his chin on Bailey’s stomach.

“Love?” He simply asked “Are the bites too much?” Richard asks, wondering if he went too far with his need just now.

“I will take all the pain if it means you’ll smile.” Bailey answered with.

Richard smiled hearing those words. That was it uh? Bailey was worried about him after he broke down earlier. He truly was such a dear to Richard. He wanted his Richard to smile and be happy he’d do anything for him even take any pain. “I want you to see how much pain I’ve been carrying this whole time. It’s why I must keep you to myself.” Bailey just nodded as if he understood. “Good boy.” Richard answered, then nuzzled his face against their stomach. He loved him so much. He just couldn’t hold it back anymore and now he had many chances to express as much. He thought as he playfully nipped at their belly now. “I can’t help myself baby, I need to show you all the love I have and why you can never leave me. I'm going to keep locked away forever only for me to enjoy. I’ll love you forever Bailey, because only I can.”

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 4 years

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Psycho Analysis: Maxie & Archie

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Generation VI of Pokemon had many flaws, and Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire are arguably inferior to Emerald in many regards, but one thing is for sure: the remakes took two of the worst, most idiotic villains in the entire franchise and made them into interesting, likable characters. The original Maxie and Archie had the most needlessly nonsensical plans imaginable, resorting to ludicrous acts of eco-terrorism for ridiculously stupid goals; in the remakes, their reasoning is expanded upon and instead of merely being the poor man’s Team Rocket, Archie and Maxie and their respective teams became respectable and engaging antagonists.

Motivation/Goals: In the original games, well, let’s just say that these two had some of the stupidest plans imaginable. Archie wanted to flood the world with water so that people and Pokemon could live together, and Maxie wanted to expand the landmasses for a similar reason. The thing is, there plans make absolutely zero sense, particularly the part with the meteor and the volcano. It makes even less sense for Archie, but with Maxie it’s just dumb as all hell. How do you expect to expand the landmass by erupting a volcano in the middle of the continent, ding-dong?! But again, Archie isn’t much better, because he’s clearly not thinking through the ramifications of flooding the planet and expanding the seas. These two are morons no matter what way you slice it.

Thankfully, the remakes polish their motivations and refine them, while still keeping them as eco-terrorists so you don’t feel too bad about thwarting them. Archie wants to return the world to nature, acting as a force of vengeance against the people who have encroached on Pokemon habitats and polluted the sea; meanwhile, Maxie wants to expand the landmasses to further humanity’s progress at the expense of Pokemon, with him viewing peaceful coexistence as foolish and something that holds humanity back. These are pretty complex and interesting arguments that they put forth, but again, this is a children’s RPG series, so they’re eco-terrorists you gotta defeat before they destroy the world. At the very least, the remakes do show that as misguided as the two are, they’re still pretty noble and more well-intentioned than other villains in the franchise.

Personality: It’s not even worth going over the originals, because they’re pretty flat, bland characters who are just there to be the boss you fight to progress the story. There are some elements that got recycled into the remakes, such as their remorse over their terrorist actions as well as their genuine love for their Pokemon (as evidenced by the fact that both use Crobat), but that’s about it.

In the remakes, both are very distinct and fun characters. Archie is now a friendly foe, a buff and handsome pirate who is quite chummy with the player despite their opposition to him. It’s absolutely clear that he loves Pokemon, and apparently as children he and Shelly were even pals with Jirachi! He’s also pretty damn smart, seeing as he easily outmaneuvers Maxie at every turn in Alpha Sapphire. Maxie, while still courteous, is rather aloof and stoic, rarely showing emotion until he’s beaten in battle.While he doesn’t have quite as much going on as Archie, he still marks a nice contrast to the boisterous pirate by being a calm, collected scientist.

Final Fate: In the originals, both regret their actions upon seeing the destruction that Kyogre and Groudon unleash upon the Hoenn region, and return the orbs to Mt. Pyre to make amends. In the remakes it’s about the same, though they hand the orb to the player and will even join your side in battles in the Battle Maison after the Delta Episode comes to a close.

Best Scene: Obviously any battle with them, particularly the climactic battles in Emerald and the remakes. The original designs in general had pretty awesome showdowns during Gen VII’s Rainbow Rocket plotline as well.

Best Quote: These quotes, which handily sum up what they’re about:

"The land... It is the stage upon which humanity stands. The land exists so we humans might continue onward and upward, stepping into the future... For us to continue growing and evolving, humans require a grand stage upon which to stand. A land upon which we can stride forward... A land we can explore...develop...exploit... This is the basis for the growth of all human endeavor. That is why we, Team Magma, must increase the landmass of the world! Believe that this will lead to a future of eternal happiness for humanity... And consequently for all life!"

"The sea is an irreplaceable treasure for every living thing on this planet. But with our selfish extravagance, humanity dirties the great ocean, destroying this source of all life... Day by day, we're all destroying our most precious resource! If we humans suffer from our actions, well, maybe we'll end up getting what we deserve. But what about the Pokémon in our world? The Pokémon that no longer have a place to live because we stole and soiled their seas? The Pokémon that won't have a place to raise their young and watch them grow? We are creating a world in which innocent Pokémon suffer as a result of our actions... And that is something that I can't forgive! That's why I came to a decision, see? The foolish actions of my fellow humans, the seas we have blighted, nature itself... I will return everything to its unspoiled beginnings!"

I’m sure you can guess who said what.

Final Thoughts & Score: Archie and Maxie are relatively simple antagonists, but I think they played their roles well enough. As bad as their original versions were, they served as a nice step up from the more lowkey plots of Team Rocket and helped raise the stakes for the series, introducing teams that wanted to harness the powers of legendary Pokemon to destroy or reshape the world to their liking. And hey, even if the originals are pretty lame, at the very least in one alternate timeline their visions come true and they get to join up with Team Rainbow Rocket right before their deaths.

The versions from the remakes are easily the superior ones though, because not only do they fix the numerous idiotic flaws that the originals had in their plans, but they expand and add more flavor to the original characters while still maintaining the elements that worked about them in the first place. Archie is definitely the more impressive one; I find him to be a much more interesting and intriguing personality, especially because of his relationship with his cohorts and his mysterious childhood friendship with Jirachi. Remake Archie earns a nice 8/10 because of this.

Maxie, while a character I definitely find less fun than Archie, is still an incredibly solid antagonist and leagues better than his original iteration, so I think a 7/10 is warranted in his case. At any rate, both are better than the original white bread morons who antagonized the players of the Gen III games, who pretty handily earn a 4/10 each. They’re by no means the bottom of the barrel, but they’re idiotic schemes are so poorly planned that they make Captain Planet’s villains look like Mensa in comparison. Frankly their showing in the Rainbow Rocket plot is the only thing that keeps them from a 3, and even that’s a bit suspect because it isn’t the exact same Archie and Maxie of the Gen III games, just versions of those villains who succeeded.

Regardless, it’s hard to deny these two managed to get one of the most impressive glow-ups of the franchise after years of being overshadowed by the next generation’s villain.

#Psycho Analysis #Maxie #Archie #Team Aqua #Team Magma #Pokemon #Ruby #Sapphire #Emerald #Omega Ruby #Alpha Sapphire #Generation III

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Yandere! Joen x Addy x Overprotective! Nicol (part 1)

Joen's pov

Oh god....

Why is this happen right now?

After weeks or months? Of not hearing my doll friend after she had rescued me again at the old yet improved asylum since July. While taking a break from work at the amusement park, I've been living alone at the Masked Singer mansion after the others left with some business or vacation going on. Hearing the phone called my Nicol, my rival buddy that it is an emergency that Addy needs me.

After hours, she had stop her mental breakdown, I went there to cheer her up and comfort her as she sleep with my strong rabbit arms. Seeing her porcelain doll right wrist bandaged broke me. Why did she do that for?

I remember according to Linette since she had last interviewed with Addy about her experience of life and her mental health issues, Nicol explaining the rest that she had kept a secret with and a box containing folders with descriptions of Addy's years with her gang called Dugsalan gang or rather Guilty Blood gang (yeah, I'll pick that name instead) of her 6 or 9 years of criminality somewhere at the unknown. Too many information to understand that took weeks explained by her. Unicorn explained that Doll condition has gotten worse then ever and the sight of her wrist that she had harmed was unreasonable.

It unforgiving! Why didn't Dog stop her or noticing her dark presence hunting her as she slowly breaks? He said that he will help her feel better and give her experience that she felt missing in her life. What about his method of protecting her? Isn't he a doberman dog that actually always sticking around its owner? This is so wrong for leaving her until now.

While its been like hours holding Addy as if she is my most precious treasure I had in my childhood, my heart felt warm when I was around her. Addy is a kind and adorable ball jointed doll who is broken for a long time ago. A child stuck in a teenage doll body, you have no idea that she is just like me. I am not ready to face society and reality after I had escape and my bros separate each other. Lost as s child who lost his innocence by the hands of that.... Mad man that ruined me whole until SHE came to my life. A doll girl at my dreams, meeting her again and again to escape the cruel world that I feared the most, she is my guardian angel who saved me and my brothers from that place.

And now. We had finally reunited for 6 years. I started to feel butterflies filling my stomach and my heart beats fast and warm inside. I realized I fell in loved with Addy.

Its wrong because she hated someone who had a 'crush' with her and the word 'crush' is a bad word. She is alright with someone who had a crush on someone else, but someone who had a crush on her. Oh she will get mad and coldly do anything to ignore and reject them coldly. According to Doll, she considered 'crush' a cruel joke or a foolish fake that leaves her cold. She had experience it before.

So, I have to wait to confessed my love to her. I've been started feeling fuzzy thinking about her and her childish adorableness when we were at my amusement park with my brothers showing around the place. Father would be so proud of me running this place going. Upon learning deeply the more I learned about Doll, she is serious, calculated, creative and full on discipline. I once saw the Dog brothers apologizing Addy for a certain mistake or their misbehavior as she demand and confidently discipline them with her serious yet sexy tone of her voice.

I like a girl who is kind and shy at the outside but serious and confident on the inside. She is just like me, friendly and fun on the inside but insane and mischief on the inside.

Were perfect to each other, huh. I like to imagine us as a couple. But the more I am with her side won't last at all. I wish to be at her side always.... But....

Nicol the Doberman Dog

He has always been her side this whole time. I had aware of his jealously from me. A famous, healthy and clean family despite we were messed up but been healing ourselves slowly by age. And now, I have finally have my own jealously to Dog. He has always been and known Doll longer than me. I knew just shortly for 8 months but Nicol knew Addy when she was 13 and already knew what she is before she currently was today.

So unfair!

It supposed to be ME to know her the most. I am better than that useless mutt to take care and protect this broken doll. He was just selfish to keep her at his filthy dog hands, Nicol seems alright sharing her but he won't let her go freely.

Back on March, before I finally meet her in person at the Dog mansion. I remember Dog told me about her situation that the doll needed to get better at. And that he proposed me to be her entertainer to cheer her and show her the happiest things she never get to experiencing it in her life. What's worst?

He told me he had proposed Addy to be his owner. A PROPOSAL FOR OWNERSHIP?!

OH HELL NO! THAT IS UNBELIEVABLE!!!!

Now the thought of ownership reminds me when I was before with my hated cousin! He had owned and controlled me for just a simple proposal to become a famous celebrity? That is not what I wanted! I feared that Doll might ended up badly with Dog around like I ended up with Harlequin Rabbit.

Not in a billion fucking years happening!

A sudden realization that brings me the memory way back before my brothers force separation.

After the escape of the asylum. While we were cleaning up and changed our looks to look way better like we used to before, I found on my dad's office bookshelf a book about the legacy of the Roger family's inheritance and traditions. While me and brothers reading, we found out about dad's secret contains a letter written by him about this when the time is right.

Now I understand why I feel this why. I think Addy is the right girl to loved with.

A Shy girl who is kind and gentle to soothes children, creative that might give more popularity of the legacy, beautiful just like mom, discipline and responsible that would be perfect as a mother figure, childish to represent children her childhood experience at old times, smart and analytic in small details and aware of, strong and serious of the situation if anything happen. Everything!

Addy is perfect in every angle she was. What's more then ever, that her parents from Philippines are popular to musicians. Now that is what father mean't to love mother at the first place. I had inherited his gene along with my brothers.

Now... I need to find a way to get her for myself and confessed my feeling without that doberman dog get off from her side. Dog has been staying at Doll's side like a good boy he was for too long. However....

The peace contract... After Rivalry era....

I can't just break the contract to fight him. Yes, we did fight each other more way back since Rivalry era and this year we still fought for getting Addy's attention like we used to. But now, I think it is time to stop play fighting attention to fight for her heart. Nicol is not going to own her in his dog mansion 'box' living there. I'll do better than that!

Looking down to my sweet little guardian angel's peaceful face. I bite my bottom lip with my heart throbbing on the sight of her lips. As a sweet tooth herself, I do wonder how sweet she taste like. Mostly chocolate, her favorite of course or even more sweeter if I finally get to explore more~

The stuffed white bunny is even obvious that she loved me. I am more than loved the sight I one day wanted to see to this lovely Doll. Kissing her forehead softly at her sleep before leaving her alone at her comfortable, elegant Filipino style matress to sleep alone as I left the room.

Now all you need to do is find a plan and plot to get rid of Nicol. I think I know just a plan to do it. This would be fun heheheh.

#the masked singer human au #the mask au #mask au #masked au #the masked singer #joen roger the rabbit #joen roger #yandere! joen x addy x overprotective! nicol

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ajanefantasy · 5 years

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Book Love part 4 - Gin (Brothers Book 2)

Gin was the fourth novel in the fantasy world of Dahrè, and second of the Brothers Trilogy. During this journey of writing Gin, I realized that Gin’s book was not going to be the final story of the Brothers. There was the matter of their gaining vengeance for the murder of their parents and that just was not going to fit into two books. But that’s for next time.

Gin took a bit to get settled on a direction, to find exactly who Gin and Torin were. Gin was a complicated fellow who didn’t quite know how to deal with his various control issues, the anger he felt towards his brother, or the abuse Gin lived through as a boy. And Torin, I knew a little bit about him from writing Rum, but he, well, he surprised me. Turned out Torin was not the sort of man to put up with Gin’s shit, which surprised Gin as well. Gin thought Torin’s temperament would match Torin’s physical appearance, soft and fluffy. But Torin took control of the relationship within moments of Gin freeing Torin from the hold of his boat (Gin had kidnapped him as a pirate does when he finds treasure) and boy did Gin like it. He liked it a lot. Gin just didn’t know how to deal with how much he liked it and didn’t always handle it well. He was captain of his own boat, shouldn’t he be the one giving orders? But Gin was helpless against Torin’s orders and well, the feel of Torin’s hard hand against his ass...

Gin’s book was ultimately about family, both found and blood, and what folks do for family. He meets his father’s youngest brother, Rune Stone, as well Rune’s mother, Jasper Stone. Gin’s grandfather, Ethen tyr Vens, makes an appearance. Red Boot’s son, Rigger Boots is a complication, and Rigger’s lad, Gator Boots is found in the middle of nowhere. Plus a few other characters that help make up the beginning of Gin’s crew. And in the middle of all this, he learns a surprising secret about his father and makes an even bigger enemy of the man who tormented him and Rum as children.

-- Fun fact, Gin was originally called Fig Py. But I realized that didn’t sound very piratey and was easily changed except for when it came to a very drunk Rum calling him Figgie Pie.

With all that said:

[Image ID: Image of two, three mast ships, each tied to an island dock, the sky at early morning light, with the word Gin written across it]

Returning to his childhood home, Gin seeks to end the ryn Ferths’ attempts upon his and his brother's lives. Finding his first love in the employ of his enemy, the only thing that matters is stealing away his lost treasure. With his enemy's fortune gone, Torin’s revenge is finally complete. Just as he is about to make his escape, the boy who stole his first kiss reappears in his life, endangering all he worked for. Book Two of The Brothers Trilogy Story contains strong language and explicit sex 110,000 Words

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Gin stared at the angry, disheveled man in the hold cage. After all these years, Torin still held a fascination for him. Even with the indignation in his yiska eyes, the high color in his full cheeks, he found him desirable. The pinch of his lips brought about a sharp want to kiss him again.

“What sort of man have you become, that you would kidnap me and have me placed within the hold of a boat with naught but a chamber pot and rats for company?” Torin crossed his arms over his chest as he stood with as much pride as he could muster after the restless night.

Besides the rats keeping him up, worry over the activities left behind kept his mind full. Had Doshan searched him out at his townhouse to learn of what went on at the docks, especially after he never returned? Had Doshan discovered that the dwelling was mostly vacant with belongings packed and ready for transport? If he had…

“My apologies, love.” Gin opened the hold cage and entered the tiny space, pleased when his treasure stayed his ground. “Never did I mean to cause ye discomfort.” He touched a fallen curl of hair resting upon Torin’s forehead, then brushed the back of his fingers over a stubbly cheek. “I had expected Master Stone to return ye to my cabin, not place ye below deck.”

Torin narrowed his eyes. “What do you want with me? I am no more than…”

“A fine treasure do ye make for many reasons.” He thought he could listen to Torin’s Lyndian brogue for hours, years, forever, and never grow tired of it, despite having grown to hate the rolling R’s and dipping U’s as much as he hated chocolate, but then he had always been contrary. He motioned to the leather case in the corner of the hold cage. “It contains financial papers for the ryn Ferth empire, aye?”

“Yes. So you took me because I hold the knowledge of their accounts and ledgers?”

“Aye. Since rumors abound that all that is ryn Ferth is truly mine, ‘twould seem most prudent to take the one most familiar with it.”

“And the other reasons?” Torin continued to hold his ground, refusing to fear this man before him despite the lack of civility in his eyes. He knew that Kynon…Gin would never hurt him, it was easy to see by the look in his eyes, but his knowledge came by other means. Actually he was uncertain why he asked, other than to make Kynon…Gin confirm his Reading.

Gin stepped up to the other man, palmed his cheeks, and kissed him. He liked that Torin was ever so slightly shorter than he, liking tilting Torin’s face up, even if it was just by half an inch.

Lifting his head, he rubbed his thumbs over the other man’s lips, and smiled. “In need ye are of cleaning yer teeth, love.”

Not knowing what he felt about the kiss, he stayed angry. “Of course I am need of cleaning my teeth, pirate, but stuck I am down in this hold and…”

“Come then, grab yer case, and we shall adjourn to my quarters so that ye may clean them, and if ye desire, ye may bathe as well. ‘Twill not be said that I am an ungracious host.”

“And what of clothing? What of all my belongings?”

Gin brushed his fingers over Torin’s stubbly cheek once more. “All will be well.”

“Naught will be well, especially when Doshan discovers my disappearance. ‘Tis most likely you have ruined everything!” Torin shoved past Kyn…Gin and ascended the ladder out of the hold, his case gripped tightly in his hand. Right outside the captain’s quarters, a large hand pulled him around. Tired of the manhandling, he jerked his arm away with thoughts of bashing whoever it was with his case.

Seeing Ky…Gin, he offered his haughtiest expression. “What is your issue?”

“Why does it matter if Doshan discovers ye gone? Will he worry over the financial knowledge ye hold? For if so, good, ‘tis what he deserves and worse.”

“Because he will destroy my belongings and there are things that I possess that rather would I not see…” Torin closed his eyes and pulled in several deep breaths. “Not that you would care, would you, the selfish bastard that you are?” Before K…Gin could answer, he whipped around and entered the cabin, sending the door flying closed behind him with hopes of hitting the horrible pirate. He cared not if it was undignified to do so.

Gin caught the door and softly closed it behind him, used to dealing with temper displays such as Torin’s—Rum behaved in such a manner at times. “Why would he destroy yer belongings? It makes nae sense to do so, just because ye disappear…”

Then again, mayhap it would be exactly like Doshan to do so; he was the vindictive sort. Still…

“Because already were my belongings packed, ready to be shipped, and never did I tell him I was leaving Lynda, let alone leaving his employ.”

“Where were ye going?”

“If you must know, already did I plan to seek passage from your captain, Golden Boots. A letter I possess of introduction and explanation from Ellis so that he would allow me on board.”

“Already were ye planning to travel to Ganos…with Capt’n Boots?”

“Yes! And now ruined it you have. Ruined everything!”

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my-muses-in-op · 5 years

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The brother we lost

Staying with Marco wasn’t easy for her. Sure, Ann had missed him, missed having somone she could rely on and he did help her with her loneliness. On the other side, he was noisy, meanng he was asking too may questions about her, questions she felt conflicted about. She’d spent years to keep her distance from even thinking about the questions.

This led, of course, to a lot of yelling from her part but Marco kept his head cool and was patient. He let her scream, yell at him and run out of the house in frustration. When she came back, he acknowlede it and changed the subject. For a few days. Then he was questioning her again and she blew up again.

“Isn’t it tiring for you?” Ann asked, as she had come back after another of her anger fits. She sat down at the table, watching him making medicine. He looked at her with his usual calm and collected expression. She was getting tired of this, but she was also stubborn and wouldn’t give in so easily.

“It is, but if it can help you, then I’ll continue, yoi.” He said, continuing to work on the herbs. Ann frowned. How could he go on like this? Sure, he was a Phoenix, but even a his phoenix power couldn’t keep helping him with mental exhaustion, could it? She actually didn’t know much about his powers or what they could do. Only what he had showed her.

She closed her eyes and for a while, silence fell over them. “Sabo was our first friend. We met him at the age of five and we had a bumby start, but a common goal. To gather enough money so we could get a ship and set sail one day. Be free. He was also the first to know who our father was and to simply accept it.” She started. Marco looked up, but her eyes were still closed, so he hummed, to let her know he listened.

“We were unusual kids, but a bond was made. For the next five years, we gathered a pirate treasure, as we called it. Hiding the money, gold and other valuable things we stole or fund. You see, we met Sabo just outside Goa Kingdom, in Grey Terminal. A huge trash place, where outlaws lived. People threw their trash here. We found jewlery and artifacts with lots of value there. You know what they say. One man’s trash - another man’s treasure. That describes that place perfectly.”

She could easily remember their time there. “Then Luffy came around, but we weren’t fond of him at first.” Marco looked surprised at this. he had thought they had always loved Luffy. “In fact we tried our best to get rid of him, but he’s like a cockroach. Things happened and he found our treasure. He got himself captured by the Bluejam Pirates and we were sure he would tell them where our treasure were. So we hurried to hide it a new place.”

Her voice sounded a little regretful and Marco suspected that it was because they hadn’t fought of Luffy first. “Sabo was on the lockout and as dusk came, the pirates hadn’t shown up and it dawned on us that maybe Luffy hadn’t told them where the treasure were. We went to find him and we did. They were torturing him.” Her voice cracked and Marco knew that this was something she wished she could have changed.

“Somehow we managed to beat them and get away with Luffy. Sabo had lived in Grey Terminal up until that day, but we couldn’t let him stay there now. Not all by himself. So we took him along. Man did Dadan freak out, but she did accept it in the end. Even Jiji adopted Sabo as a grandchild.” There was a sad smile on her lips and tears streamed down her face, but her eyes remained closed.

Silence fell and Marco sensed that she needed to gather herself a little. He wondered what happened to Sabo. It was the first time he’d heard about him. “As you know we made a vow to be siblings forever with Luffy, but he wasn’t the only one. Sabo was there too. The four of us became siblings.” She continued after a while. “Little did we know that our time together would be limited. It happened after a storm. We had this treehouse, you see. One we built ourselves. It had gotten damaged, so they went to Grey Terminal to gather suplies to repair it. I wish they hadn’t.”

Finally she opened her eyes, looking at Marco. “I had broken my arm a few days prior, so the boys talked me in to stay at the treehousee. Climbing up and down wasn’t easy for me. I did and I never saw Sabo again. You see, he had told us that he was a runaway. His father is a noble and was horrible towards Sabo. However, he found him and forced him along or else he would have the pirates kill Ace and Luffy.”

She bit her lips, they quivered, as she fought back the tears. “Sabo willingly went with his father. Luffy and Ace then helped the pirates in hope that Sabo managed to run away again. Ace told me their plan, while I was waiting in the treehouse. A few days later, I thought I had lost all three of them, as there was a huge fire in Grey Terminal. However, Dadan and the bandits went to save them. Ace and Dadan took their time getting back and on the day they got back, was the day Dogra - one of the bandits - saw that the ship Sabo had set sail in, was shot down by the Celestial Dragon.”

The tears floated down and Marco looked slight horrified at the story he had not expected that turn of event, so he went to sit next to her, pulling her close to him. “Sabo had just gotten his freedom, but was then killed. I had Ace and Luffy, but I had lost a brother I loved deeply. I couldn’t protet him. I wasn’t there to help him get away from his father. I failed as a sister.” She burried her face onto his shirt and he patted her back lightly.

“You didn’t fail, Ann. Sabo had a great childhood with the three of you and I’m sure he was happy because you were his friend, his sister, yoi.” What noble born child would keep staying with Ace, Ann and Luffy, if he wasn’t happy being with them? Marco wished he knew more about Sabo. He sounded like the noble born that could have made a difference.

“Are you sure?” She sobbed, wanted to get confirmed in her abilities as a sister. The feeling of having failed her family over and over, was so deeply roothed in her and it had all started when Sabo was taken from them. Marco sensed that she hadn’t processed his death properly.

“I am. Ann, you are a wonderful sister. Always making sure that your brothers and sisters are safe and feeling good. You always put the others before yourself and while you can be selfish at some points, you rarely do it on the cost of others. You said it yourself. The four of you made a vow to be siblings forever and if Sabo wasn’t happy with you, then he wouldn’t have made that vow, yoi.” Marco pointed out and Ann nodded lightly.

Silence fell once more, as Ann calmed herself. It was the first time she spoke of Sabo with someone who weren’t Ace or Luffy and it actually felt good to talk about him. She missed Sabo just as much as she missed Ace. Their death had taken a part of her soul too. “I hope Sabo is taking good care of Ace now...” She mumbled tiredly.

Marco hummed lightly. “I’m sure they are watching over you and Luffy too. You will never be completely alone, Ann. Even if they are dead, Ace and Sabo are with you all the time. In your heart and memories. Remember them and they’ll live on, yoi.” He slowly let go of her and made her look at him. “And talk about them. Make others know them, so they will live on, even if you die. People only die when they are forgotten, yoi.”

She looked at him, his words touching her. Ace and Sabo might be physically dead, but they were still alive. In her memories, in the memories of Luffy and now Marco. Ace was even in the memories of others. “Okay. I’ll tell you about our time together. If you tell me more about Oyaji and Thatch before we met them.”

Smiling, Marco took her hand. “That’s a deal, yoi.”

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