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simpforrooster · 1 year

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do you want me to lie, sir?

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!mitchell reader

Summary: hangman is the only guy your father would loathe to see you with. you successfully hide your relationship with him. until you don’t.

t/w: some light smut ahead. nothing graphic. 18+only plz.

a/n: this is from an anon request from *too* long ago. I’m sorry!!! took an unplanned month off, but felt inspired tonight. hope you enjoy!

No one knows you and Jake are dating.

Especially not your father, who was Jake’s captain.

God, Maverick would lose his shit if he knew Hangman finally wore you down.

If your dad didn’t see a lot of his younger self in the blonde aviator, you’re not sure he’d even care who you dated. Mav would go to the ends of the Earth to protect you, and he certainly hasn’t forgotten how he was at Hangman’s age.

Your phone vibrates on Jake’s nightstand pulling you away from his intoxicating kissing.

“Snooze it,” he murmurs, placing slow, agonizing kisses along your neck. This elicits a soft moan from you, and his mouth flicks up in the corner.

The alarm is set to ensure you slip out of Jake’s room undetected before anyone starts patrolling the halls.

Jake reaches over to the wooden table and grabs your phone. Hitting the snooze button, he practically chucks it across the room.

“Jake!” you scold, your voice a little above a whisper.

He’s nuzzling your neck again. “I’ll buy you another one if it’s cracked. I just want your undivided attention.” His hands reach low on your hips, pulling you onto his lap. The way he’s practically begging for you, your phone is immediately forgotten.

He rests against the headboard, lazily rubbing his thumbs on your thighs. Taking you in, sitting on top of him like this, he literally has hearts in his eyes.

You bring your forehead against his and breathe him in. It took a loooooong time to finally give into him, and now that you have, he’s like an addiction.

Your eyes fall closed, just soaking in the fact that this man is yours. This man who always has girls stop and gawk at him. This man who never notices those gawking girls. This man who only ever has eyes for you.

“Hey,” he says, pulling you from the inside of your mind.

“Yeah?” you breathe, letting your eyes open to meet his.

“I love you.”

Your mind falls blank, rebooting after hearing these words come from the mouth of the dagger squad’s playboy.

You answer him by knotting your fingers in that blonde hair and pulling him to you. He immediately takes control of the kiss, turning his head to deepen the kiss. When his tongue runs along your bottom lip, you waste no time granting him access.

“Baby,” he whispers against kisses, the term of endearment heating you up just as much as his kissing. Your hands find the bottom of his white shirt, and life up. Jake pulls away just long enough to get the shirt over his head. He uses this to move his kisses along your jaw, and down your neck. Your head falls back, granting him more access to plant those kisses where he knows you love most. His hand slips under your top. He doesn’t go higher than your naval, deciding to slide that hand along your waist to pull you flush against his body.

He’s making you feel so good, and you never want this feeling to stop. You haven’t given into him totally yet, at the confusion of Phoenix, who figured Jake would have charmed you into sleeping with him before now.

And it wasn’t that you haven’t wanted to. The part of you that loves fairy tales and romances has been waiting for the perfect time. A drunken romp in the sack coming in from the Hard Deck wasn’t how you wanted your first time with Jake to go.

“I want you, y/n,” Jake says into your ear. The sentence is laced with desperation. You met his smoldering blue eyes and you know, this is it. Your fairy tale moment.

“I’m yours, Jake.”

Jake lets out a breath you didn’t realize he was holding and crashes his lips against yours. His kisses are a sweet mix of urgent and loving. His hands are back underneath your top, but this time, he keeps going until the shirt is on the floor next to his.

He breaks the kiss to sit back and look at you. As his eyes drink you in, you can’t help but feel a little self conscious. Jake immediately picks up on your body language and grabs your chin, lightly forcing you to look at him.

“Stop,” he breathes, “you’re beautiful.”

Leaning down to kiss him, a knock on his door causes the two of you to shoot apart.

“Lieutenant! Have you seen y/n around? Her car is still here, but I can’t find her.”

The two of you share a look of horror. Pete Mitchell is on the other side of that door. Looking for you. His perfect daughter whom he definitely doesn’t want with Hangman.

“One second, sir!” He calls, untangling his legs from yours and falling chest first onto the ground trying to put his shirt back on. His erection is prominent through the sweatpants he threw on after you snuck in earlier in the night.

“Are you okay in there?” Mav asks through the door, obviously concerned about all the mayhem happening as you struggle to calm yourself down and get dressed.

“Yes, sir!” He calls. “It’s all good.”

Jake opens the door, taking up the entire threshold so Mav can’t see into the room. You can’t see your dad, but you know that he knows he interrupted something. You can practically picture the looks he’s giving Jake. Something in between approval and disapproval at the fact that Jake has successfully snuck a girl in and was about to get lucky.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. Coyote said he saw you and Y/n talking earlier. Thought you may know where she’s gone off to.”

“Hmm. No sir. I haven’t seen her since turning in for the evening,” Jake lies effortlessly.

“Okay, well thanks anyway. I’ve been trying to call her, but she won’t pick up.” The glow of his phone might as well be the Hollywood sign as he looks for your contact.

You spot your phone. Right on the ground to Jake’s left. Jake is still blocking the threshold, holding his breath. His body is rigid, his grip on the doorframe enough to pull it clean off the wall. He’s spotted your phone too.

As it buzzes on the ground, you watch your dad end the call and pocket the phone. Your phone stops creating an earthquake almost immediately.

“Lieutenant,” he says, scary enough to scare the hair off a bear. “Please tell me my little girl isn't here.”

“Would you like me to lie, sir?” He asks, a little bit of his arrogance coming through his words.

“I think that would be best.” His tone matches Jake’s.

“Y/N isn’t here.”

“That isn’t her phone?”

“No, sir.”

Your two favorite men stare each other down, waiting for the other to make a move.

“Oh, there’s my phone!” You say, making your presence known. Scooping up your phone, which thankfully was in one piece, you face your father. His jaw works back and forth, his eyes silently pleading with you to confirm this wasn’t real.

“Are you here to walk me to my car? I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten,” you say sweetly, batting your eyelashes for good measure. Ducking under Jake’s arm, you reach for your Mav’s arm, looping yours with it. You not-so-stealthily tug on it, getting him further away from Jake before he can decide to hit him or something crazy.

He walks with you down the hall. Turning over your shoulder, you send Jake a wink that says you’ll call him.

“Hangman?” Your dad croaks out.

You pat his arm. “We can talk about it tomorrow, Pops."

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 3 months

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Would you be open to doing a Dad!Husk with daughter reader but nobody knows (except Alastor ofc) until she gets drunk with Angel after seeing a similar scene from episode 5 with Husk and Alastor and starts crying because she’s afraid of losing her dad, and everyone puts the pieces together when Husk starts comforting her? Sorry that it’s super specific 😅

First off, oh my gosh, thank you for your request!!!

It’s all good! I love this prompt! I know that you said reader ends up getting drunk but the story took a bit of a different turn and you just end up going to the bar sober.

I hope that I still did this fic justice though! 🖤

rating: PG

genre: angst and fluff

characters: Dad!Husk x Reader

warnings: abuse, soul owning, panic attack from reader

You knew that being in Hell came with a price. Your dad had tried to shield you from the more… fucked up parts of Hell. But he couldn’t save you from everything, which is why when you were younger he made you promise to never tell anyone you were his daughter. So, you were a kid he found and was taking care of, his assistant, apprentice, a bar back when he was bartending. Which was how you ended up at the hotel.

You knew that your father’s soul was owned by Alastor, who had been nothing but pleasant to you, but there was still a bitterness in your mouth when you looked at him or talked to him. It was at the point where you could forget the fact that Alastor owned Husk’s soul. There were times you were reminded though and reality crashed upon you rudely. Like when both you and Husk were summoned to the hotel to help, and you became a trusty bar back and bartender in training, keeping the secret of Husk’s relationship to you.

This night though, your dad had gone off to find Alastor and Angel had been at the bar asking about different drinks. You couldn’t remember what actually went into Angel’s drink and neither did he saying, “It’s something Husk makes… special. Ya know?”

You sighed and just explained you’d go find Husk and get the ingredients, muttering about getting a recipe book for the bar. You were walking the halls when the lights started flickering. You ran to the hall where it was the worse, seeing Alastor conjure the chain that wrapped around your dad’s neck. Watching as the Radio Demon transformed into his demonic figure and your dad crouched on the ground.

“If this happens again, I’ll make sure you and every other disrespectful wretch knows exactly who they are messing with. Understood?” Alastor says, his voice low.

“Understood.” Husk said as Alastor went back to his normal self.

“Good man.” Alastor whistled as he walked away and you stood there around the corner clutching your chest. Your breathing too quick and tears in your eyes.

‘He wouldn’t actually kill dad, would he?’ you thought to yourself, the reality of Alastor owning Husk’s soul crashing down upon you. You quickly leave the hallway, not wanting your dad to see that you had been there, as you got back to the bar. Still trying to calm your breathing, Angel’s words asking if you got the recipe sounded like they were underwater. You nodded your head to whatever he said, and tried to start making his drink with whatever you thought went into it. Thinking you were doing a pretty good job at not showing how close you were to breaking. Until Angel came behind the bar, grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around to face him. His eyes widened.

“What’s wrong toots?” He asked, his hands gliding over your arms comfortingly and giving you a once over to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“I-I-He-And I-“ And sobs just crashed against your lips as you fell against Angel. Angel freezes in shock, and holds you, trying to calm you down. Charlie and Vaggie hear and come over seeing you a wreck. Your sobs not quieting and now all three are consoling you and attempting to get you to calm down enough to actually understand what’s wrong.

Husk finally comes down stairs, sighing and sees a crowd around the bar, normally crowds and bars are synonymous but not at this hotel. He walks over, his ears picking up your cries, automatically going into protection mode. He brushes through everyone and sees Angel consoling you.

“What’s going on?” He asks and before Angel can answer, you launch yourself at Husk. Still crying, but settling down as you feel him in your arms. Your hand going to his wrist where you could feel his heartbeat and feeling that calms you down further.

“What happened?” He murmurs to you, his arms and wings wrapped around you.

“Angel’s drink-And I didn’t know th’ ingredien’s-Went to find you. And saw you and-and-Al…” You trailed off and buried yourself in Husk’s chest.

“Oh sweetheart.” He murmured. His head dropping to rest on top of yours. “I’m so sorry.”

Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie all look at each other.

“So, that’s not just some bar back, bartender in training you got off the street?” Vaggie asks.

“Yeah, you’s both seem a little familiar with each other.” Angel adds. Husk sighs.

“‘m sorry.” You say lifting yourself off Husk.

“You don’t have anything ta be sorry for. I should be the one apologizin’.” Husk says, his hand on your cheek.

“Not at all.” You shake your head at him.

“Oh shit.” Angel says now looking at you both. “Is that your daughter Husk?” You look wide eyed at Angel and then your dad.

“Yes, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, meet my daughter, Y/N.” Husk says, gesturing to you.

“Hi!” You say waving, looking a bit sheepish. “I’m so sorry we didn’t say anything before. It was just safer this way because-“ Husk interrupts you.

“I’m sure they understand, sweetheart.” Husk looks at all of them and all nod. “And I’m sure this isn’t information that will be getting out either.” Husk looks at all of them again. Again everyone nods.

“On my word, this will stay between us.” Charlie promises.

“Not a word.” Vaggie says. Angel just makes the motion of his lips being zipped and throwing away the key.

“Now, who was wanting a drink?” Husk says, stepping behind the bar.

“Oh, that was me!” Angel pipes up and sits down.

“O’ course it was.” Husk mutters as he starts making the drink and Charlie steps forward more.

“Can we ask questions? I have so many.” She says, looking at Husk then you. You look back at your dad and he motions you forward. You smile and sit next to Angel as Charlie and Vaggie sit down too.

“What do you want to know?” you ask.

The rest of the night was spent around the bar as Charlie, Vaggie and Angel got to know you outside of what you had just been telling them and you had fun poking fun at your dad at times, recounting times like how he taught you to count with poker chips. The laughter bled into the night and marked one of the happier nights that you could remember and for the first time, you were happy to be at the Hazbin Hotel.

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adoreeenina · 7 months

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I wanna be yours - Ch. 7

(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)

(Warning: Polyamorous relationship. Angst.Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Falling in love.Redemption arc. Canon deaths (but not really). Romance. Smut. Jealousy. Threesome. Anal(both F & M receiving).Mention of suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety. PTSD. Feelings being revealed. Jake and Neytiri not being good parents to reader.Reader being a motherly figure to Spider.)

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“How can you possibly be okay with this?”

Quaritch heavily sighs not be able to keep eye contact with Lyle. Their relationship is still new, and they’re keeping it a secret for now from everyone. But a year ago, he had a one night stand with Paz Socorro, it meant nothing, it was supposed to be a one time thing. Quaritch forgets his actions always has consequences and now he has a son he never wanted. He doesn’t have time to be a father, he never wanted to be, especially with Socorro.

Lyle found out and he’s pissed, and he has every right to be. Quaritch never told him about impregnating Socorro, he lied, not only that but Socorro didn’t even want the kid either, she didn’t want the responsibility. Poor Miles Jr. Is being taken care of by different people who are too busy with their jobs to take care of him.

The breaking point for Lyle? Quaritch tells Lyle the kid and Socorro is going back to earth.

“I didn’t want anything to do with the brat!”

Lyle scoffs at Quaritch response.

“Socorro neglects the poor kid here, she won’t pay any attention to him on earth, that kid needs a father, Miles”

Lyle doesn’t approve of this, the kid is innocent in all of this.

Lyle been stressed out, with the war that might happen with the Na’vi and fucking Jake Sully, Dr. Augustine, and the other science puke that he doesn’t bother to remember the name of.

“They can’t send babies on Cryo, dumbass” Lyle seethes.

Quaritch shakes in head in disbelief.

“What? You want to take the kid?” The sarcastic question made Lyle pause, Quaritch stays silent when he sees Lyle contemplating about it, making him wish he could take it back.

“Lyle”, Quaritch warns, “if you take that kid, I don’t want any part of it”

Lyle eyes widen, what happened? This wasn’t the man he fell in love with, yes he could be a could hearted bastard to other but with him, he’s the opposite. He’s so patient and loving to him, and only to him. They might’ve not talked about having kids but Lyle surely wanted kids in the near future.

But will he even be a good father for this kid? He grew up with a single mother who did made many sacrifices for him and his younger sister with no complaints, who loved and nurture them. His father died by mugger when he was 10 but he remembers he was abusive towards his mother and him. He didn’t want to be like his father, he wanted to be like his mother, to love unconditionally and nurture his own kids, and this might be his chance.

“You’re going to leave me if I do?” Lyle throws his hands up. Quaritch looks away not wanting to answer that. Quaritch loves Lyle, of course he does, but he’s not ready to be a father, he never wanted to be. He grew up with an abusive father who abused him and his mother. What if he turns out like him? No, this is for the best.

Quaritch silence is all the confirmation Lyle needed, Lyle nods his head. His eyes gloss as he tries to fight back tears.

“Then so be it” Lyle finally says as he sniffs, he wipes a tear that falls. The action breaks Quaritch heart but he doesn’t act on it.

Quaritch heart drops as he silently watch Lyle walk towards the door, he places his hand on the console and wait for the door to open.

Before he steps out, he looks back at Quaritch. Both not hiding how much this is breaking each others heart, but one of them is too prideful.

“We’re done” with that, Lyle steps out of the room, leaving Quaritch alone, regretting ever letting the love of his life leave.

Lyle eyes snap open as he sits up. He looks around seeing his laying in his tent. Lyle sighs tiredly as he wipes his face with hands but feels his hand wet, he pulls them back confusingly before touching his cheeks with his finger tips. Lyle realizes he was crying.

What the hell kind of dream was that? No it wasn’t a dream, it was a memory, one of his memories.

This wasn’t new, in some nights Lyle would dream of his human counterpart memories, memories that aren’t his own but the feeling are, and he doesn’t know how to feel about that.

Since the moment he met Spider, he had this overwhelming feeling of wanting to protect him. At first he didn’t understand but it didn’t take long for memories to haunt his dreams. He felt sick watching Ardmore torture him to get information. Before he could act on his instincts, Quaritch beat him to it. And he was grateful. But Lyle doesn’t know if it was guilt or on instinct, from he seen from his memories, Quaritch didn’t want anything to do with Spider.

Wainfleet raised Spider before he died, but Lyle knows how how much Wainfleet loved the kid, heck he ended things with Quaritch so he could raised the kid himself.

Since Lyle woke up in this new body, he’s been having specific dreams of his Colonel. At first he didn’t understand, on Wainfleet’s video log, he never mentioned of a relationship with Quaritch. And Lyle knows it’s not just him, he sees the guilty, longing, and affection look in Quaritch eyes every time he looks his way.

Lyle is worried for you and Quaritch, he hasn’t heard back from them, and Lyle knows how worried Spider is of you. The poor kid hasn’t slept a wink, he decided to stay on watch with Mansk, hoping you would come back overnight.

Lyle had ordered the unit to get ready within the hour so they could look for you and Quaritch. The best lead they have is to track down where you ran off.

Those memories aren’t his own neither are the feelings he has for his superior. In another life, Lyle was everything to him. His light, his life, the one who brought a little joy to his dreary world. But Lyle made his choice just as he made his. They both know that neither of them can change the past but maybe, just maybe, they can forge a new future...

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Quaritch yawns as he sits up, stretching his arms, arching his back, hearing a satisfying pop.

He wipes the sleep from his face as he looks around, remembering his sleeping on a branch, then the memories from last night flash in his head.

“Morning Colonel” He hears your voice, he turns to look at you, seeing you once again weaving, he looks at a pile of rolls. You don’t even look at him as you pay more attention at your weaving.

“What are you doing, darlin?”

“Making hammocks” you answer as you show him your craftsmanship, “it’ll be safer to sleep above ground”

You look at Quaritch with a face that says “I told you so” you told him for the start, it’s safer to sleep in the trees than on the ground. It bothered you seeing Quaritch having to have someone on watch, if they have been sleeping on the trees, everyone could rest for the night.

Quaritch couldn’t hold back a scoff making you smirk.

“I have Rawm looking for the other” you tell him. That made Quaritch eye you suspiciously. He didn’t hear an Ikran screech, unless you went while he was asleep.

“When?”

“When you were asleep. I didn’t want to wake you” you reply. Quaritch hums In acknowledgment before looking away from you and sees a pile of Sparta fruit next to you. You had a busy morning.

You catch Quaritch eyeing the fruit, making you giggle.

“Here” you grab one and swiftly toss to him. Quaritch catches it with ease but winches from him stretching his wound, it doesn’t feel as bad as last night but it still stings like a bitch.

“Maybe we should look for a pond” you suggest as you stand up and jump over to his branch. You crouch down behind him as you trail your fingertips around the edges of the leaf.

“What for?” Quaritch as before take a bite out of the fruit, juice dripping down his chin and fingers.

“You need to bathe and I need to wash the blood off your cloths” you respond. Quaritch slept shirtless since you had made him take it off to clean his wound properly last night.

“Want to see me naked, Sully?” Quaritch teases with a smirk. You roll your eyes and purposely rip off the leaf from his skin, making him let out a loud growl. He turns to look at you with a scowl.

“Oops” you faux innocently with a sickeningly sweet smile making Quaritch glare down at you.

“Cmon Colonel, up and at ‘em” you pat on his shoulder before standing up to your full height.

It amazes Quaritch how short you are. Even when he’s sitting down, he still towers over you, you just beat him about 2 inches.

“You weren’t kidding” you stare at him with a raise brow, obviously confused.

“About what?”

“You really are short” Quaritch smirks humorously when he sees you scowl.

“Shut up and your stupid fruit. Skxáwng” you huff before turning away from him. You growl when you hear Quaritch laugh.

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“Keep up” you yell behind you as you effortlessly run through a narrow branch.

“Woah” Quaritch mutters as he try’s to catch his balance. You notice this and turns to face him.

“Told you you needed to learn your balance” you say smugly.

“Shut up, Sully!” You cover mouth from stopping yourself to laugh out loud but couldn’t hold back the giggle escaping.

You watch as he looks down at his feet, instantly losing his balance. Reaching out to support him, you laugh as his sharp yellow finds yours. Waiting until he has his balance back, you let go of his big arms, watching as he slowly backs up on the branch, arms spread out to keep his balance.

“See? Not so hard” you smile brightly up at him at his obvious pride. He’s like a baby, but it’s adorable the way his ears peek up.

“Come, we are not far” you turn your back on Quaritch as you continue your trail, Quaritch tries his best to keep his balance as he runs close behind you.

Quaritch keeps his focus on his feet, not realizing you stopped walking before he collided into your backside, he instinctively wraps his arms around you to catch himself, both you stumbling and fighting to catch your balance.

“Hey! Watch it!” You yelp as grasp onto his muscular forearms.

“Me! You’re the one that decided stop and stare at the abyss”

“The what?” Quaritch watches you as you furrow your brows in confusion, you shake your head dismissively, before pushing at his arms to let go of you.

“Nevermind, look” you point. Quaritch lets you pull his arms away before he looks at the direction you’re pointing at.

“What the hell is that?” He squints his eyes trying understand what he’s seeing.

“Pa’li” you answer, Quaritch looks at blankly making you roll your eyes, “You call them Direhorse. They make good practice”

“Practice? Practice for what?”

“Remember what I said? Tsaheylu, The bond, is one of the most important thing a Na’vi can have access to when wanting to connect with the world and nature around us. Pa’li is good practice before bonding with Ikran” you explain.

“If I bond with one of them, do they only belong to me?” He ask.

“Unlike an Ikran however, the neural link made between rider and Pa’li does not lead to a lifelong, exclusive bond between Na'vi and animal. That is why they make great practice” you explain once again.

You both watch as the Pa’li’s feed their bellies by licking the nectar off of some plants with their long tongues.

This is what you wanted, you’ve wanted to teach the recoms how to ride a Pa’li but you’ve been afraid, afraid they’ll hurt them. But seeing as Quaritch doesn’t have any weapons but his combat knife, losing his gun back at the river, you might be able to teach him.

“Let’s get clean up before teaching you, come” you pull on Quaritch wrist, he lets you drag him.

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Quaritch watches, amazed as he sees how in tune you seem to be with the animal and how calm it was being in your presence. You rub your hand on the animal snout, earning a soft snort from the Pa’li in contentment.

Miles was captivated and wanted to see how this bond works. Your queue tendrils exposed themselves while you gently guided the Pa’li queue with your hand until both wrapped together and connected tightly.

You hum.

“When you make Tsaheylu, you feel them as they feel you” you hum

“Darlin, you have no idea how wrong that sounds” Quaritch comments. You look at him with a deadpan look. You gently disconnect the bond.

“You’re childish” you pat the Pa’li neck before turning to look At Quaritch with grin.

“Now. Your turn. Get on” you gesture toward the animal behind you. Quaritch gulps nervously.

How the hell is he going to do this without killing himself!

——

“Shit” Quaritch curses as he falls off the Pa’li to the mud. Seeing him fall sparked a laugh from you.

“You okay?” You giggle as he lets you help him up. You grab him by his arm as you hoist him.

“I’m great, darlin” he responds, but you can hear the sarcasm, which makes you giggle even harder, making him scowl.

“If it makes you feel any better. My dad couldn’t ride a Pa’li neither” you smile.

“It certainly does… not” Quaritch wipes his mud covered hands on his cammies.

What was the point of bathing if I’m going to get dirty again?

“You got mud on your face” you point. Quaritch groans as he tries to his face but doesn’t realize he’s making it worse.

“You’re making it worse” you giggle.

Quaritch stops what he’s doing and looks down at you as you reach up to wipe off any mud on his face.

“There” you smile up at him. Quaritch gaze down at you, almost admiring your features with a soft look. Your smile slowly drops as you gaze right back at him.

Lifting one of his hand to cup your cheek and rubs his thumb against your check bone. Slowly he started to lean down and you lean forward. You close your eye’s in anticipation.

“Colonel!”

Your eyes snap open, you push Quaritch away from you and take a step back as the both you look behind him to see Spider and the unit.

“Y/n” Spider yells as he runs towards you, Quaritch steps aside omit of his way as they all watch Spider throw himself into your arms.

“Don’t ever do that again, please! I beg you! I don’t want to lose you” Spider sobs in Na’vi. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you hood Spider like he was a baby in your arms. Spider holds you so tight like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again.

“It’s okay. I’m right here!” You softly coo as you rub Spider’s back. You softly kiss the crown of Spider’s head.

The recoms watches the reunion between the two of you. They knew how close you were but didn’t realize how deep the bond you and Spider have.

Quaritch and Lyle watches. One feels guilty while the other feels approbation.

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As eclipse came, you made the unit sleep in the trees, they instantly agreed. You helped them set them up, each sleeping comfortably without worrying for any predators.

You made yours bigger so Spider could sleep with you. He cling on to you all day, not once leaving your side, always holding onto your tail as he trails behind you.

You hug Spider close to your chest as you brush your fingers through his dreads, he hums contentedly. You hum a lullaby to help him sleep.

“Close your eyes

Have no fear

The monster's gone

He's on the run and your sister’s here

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Before you go to sleep

Say a little prayer

Every day in every way, it's getting better and better

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy”

Softly singing the lyrics, you kiss Spiders head. You hug Spider tightly, you close your eyes, letting sleep take over you.

Quaritch and Lyle watches you as you, they both couldn’t take their eyes off of you. They admire the connection you have with Spider, the clear love you have for him.

They both make eye contact with each other, both longing for one another. Lyle is the first to break eye contact by turning away from him and turn on his side, his back facing Quaritch. Quaritch sighs as he looks up at the sky.

I remember the very first moment I properly looked into your eyes. It was like gazing at the stars for the first time.

Taglist: @alexandra-001 @commanderrivercc-3628 @henhousesinger @certainkittenpeach @multi-fandom-rando @zzedah

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/aninelover21-blog/731326408887042048/i-wanna-be-yours-masterlist

(I am going to change the title of this book. Fun fact this was originally supposed to be miles Quaritch x reader, I added Lyle at the last minute and I’m so glad I did. I’ll rename this book “I wanna be yours” so I’ll have to edit all this lol)

#miles quaritch x reader #lyle wainfleet x reader #recom lyle wainfleet #recom miles quaritch #sully reader #spider x reader #polyamory #throuple #polyamarous #I wanna be yours #miles quaritch x reader x lyle wainfleet

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o-wise-corvid · 10 months

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Maul takes statements a little too literally because Sidious had a habit of making “offhand” ones that turned out to be extremely literal. Like “it will only be a little skin off your back” would mean carving a piece of flesh off Maul’s back while being told if he moved or made a sound, they’d start again on a completely new area until he could “complete the mission”.

You don’t come out of being raised like that for as long as you can remember and be a regular person mentally. If he didn’t take it all at face value, he’d never have survived. If he didn’t follow instructions to the letter, there would be pain worse than what he was already in.

In canon, and AU’s that include this, most healthy moment he ever had was realizing that it wasn’t that he was unworthy of Sidious’ approval, but that Sidious was unworthy of his adoration. In canon, he decided to make it Sidious’ problem however he possibly could. Killing Anakin was his best shot. And he got Ahsoka instead.

Kenobi was just an outlet for all the pain and hurt and jealousy that all this breeds inside a person’s soul. Kenobi was why he failed right? Right?! He had to be. And when Maul discovered Kenobi had someone that loved him, truly loved him… they had to be dealt with. And that’s why Satine had to die. How could he let the man who’d taken everything from him have the thing that Maul so desperately CRAVES? Simply put, Maul couldn’t.

Maul’s full, ultimately, of love. But he’s been beaten and twisted and broken so many times that when it comes to showing it, it’s also broken. “I was told to do this by a person I love and if I love them, I do it to the letter, because if I don’t, I must not love them so maybe they’ll love me if I do it perfectly.” All he wants in the end, is someone to please love him back. But he doesn’t believe he deserves it. Because no one ever has. Which in turn leads to “If I don’t show how much I hurt, it isn’t real but I deserve it all anyway, so who cares?”

So when I write for a Maul who’s endured Sidious and come out the other side, whether in an AU where he gave up being a Sith or Sidious was killed, you get a very tired, very lonely man. He’s free of some things, having possibly realized that Kenobi was just a scared kid who’d watched his father-figure die and who else wouldn’t have gone after Maul after seeing that? It was all Sidious. He might meet someone he likes. A partner or perhaps a younger person he realizes he has paternal instincts toward. But then, he comes to love them. And one day they tell him to just GO AWAY. LEAVE ME ALONE. They mean it for an hour or so. A couple days max.

But Maul doesn’t understand that. It’s not their fault. And it’s not his either. So when they realize Maul’s not even in the same building, but is in fact waiting at the nearest spaceport with the cheapest shuttle across the galaxy in mind, it’s liable to make them panic. Because chances are, they don’t even remember what they said to him. If he ends up failing either in this or some other regard, brought back because of whatever reason, it frequently leads to quiet self harm because he failed and failure means punishment.

It doesn’t matter whoever he’s with all but begs him to not do this, not leave them. Maul doesn’t believe it. Even if he agrees just to get whoever it is to calm down. Because it feels so good. To be wanted. To be clung to. If it’s true, it’s going to have to hurt. Things that feel this good… they simply don’t happen to Maul. So they’re obviously lies.

This mental cycle is breakable. But it’s going to take a long time and a whole lot of effort. Which is why Maul isn’t easy to love or for just anyone to attempt to try to. He’s damaged. Horribly. And you’re going to get hurt trying to heal that. One should accept that not all of it will be healed. One should accept that he’s going to misunderstand. And if someone really does love him? They’re going to have to try anyway.

#general’s log #star wars #darth maul #maul rambles #character analysis #writing Maul’s been one of the most intensive things #and I do enjoy it because he’s very fun #he’s a good friend of you can work your way there #he’s sassy and suave and his gestures of friendship and love of any nature can be extremely sweet #but he’s still pulled over an open wound #and he’s got to be handled so very carefully

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Ok no because hear me out-

When Emet Selch/Solus first appears near the end of Stormblood his conversations with Varis make me think a little y'know. Idk if I hallucinated this, but I think he says something along the lines of "you were always so emotional" to Varis. Or like, he insinuates that Varis has always had little control over his emotions.

(I haven't gotten to shadowbringers yet plz do not spoil too much. also apologies in advanced if I am wrong abt Solus/Emet Selch)

Solus was undoubtedly a horrible father and grandfather- and Varis is too- but Varis was sensitive as a child. Like he's genuinely just a guy- according to the wiki, like he denounced a massacre and disbanded the legion responsible. Also, his dad died and that kind of left Solus to be his paternal figure which was definitely super fucked up. Given how much Solus belittles him even in death and when he's the emperor- he was no better in life.

And idk where I saw this, but I think he actually genuinely loved his late wife? Y'know, Zenos' mom who died in childbirth or something? And listen, he's only twenty years older than Zenos- he was a young father. Can you fucking imagine that? Being raised by your asshole grand daddy, and then your loving wife fucking dies and leaves you with an entire new human being at like twenty.

My point is that Varis isn't a monster like the rest of the imperial family. No I'm not defending him, but he somehow just turned out pretty normal compared to the other two memebers of the royal family we know of. He has sympathy, he has morals, he has (or at least, used to have) a line he will not cross. Yeah he turned out a militaristic tyrant, but he was a normal fucking guy at one point and we definitely see that it peeks through a bit. Like I kinda remember he at least tries to be diplomatic when he meets with the alliance and the scions, and he still seems hurt by Solus' words. Idk man I just- he's not completely gone. He has some humanity left in him and he isn't as unapologetic as Zenos or Solus/Emet Selch.

And listen, I'm not defending his parenting style either- but I do understand why he just had no desire to be present in Zenos' life. After having Solus as his parental figure for most of his life, I think he has a fucked up idea of parenthood.

See, I think he loves Zenos somewhere deep down but yk generational trauma and maybe he's even a little envious of what Zenos is. Zenos is this paragon of mortal strength; a prodigy. Varis was no doubt great when he was younger as well, but Zenos is just so strong, unfeeling, and self assured- things Varis was expected to be when he was younger. He wasn't any of that though because we know (or I know because I hallucinated it) that he was emotional when he was younger. Also, Varis was just kinda neglectful towards Zenos, no? He never outright abused him or gave Zenos reason (for most of his life at least) to believe that Varis hated him. Idc if it's not canon, to me, I don't think he hates Zenos. Hates what Zenos had become maybe, but he seemed genuinely distraught or at least shocked when Elidibus was in Zenos' body. Like he took offense to it so you cannot tell me he doesn't at least care a bit.

Idk man. I don't even think I was able to get my point across that well?? I have lotsa thoughts bc I'm writing a little thing. Once again, not defending Varis, but he's very interesting to me in this regard because generational trauma is a song and dance any ethnic child is familiar with so I just had to share my two cents.

#varis zos galvus #idk smth about characters with daddy issues man #i choose to believe that he mourns the little boy he once held in his arms #yeah zenos was raised mostly by servants but i think varis at least held him once as a baby and was like #“oh- you're my SON. i can't hate you.”#anyways i live for complicated family dynamics #sorry this essay is getting out of hand #i need better hobbies #kouryuu's shit #ffxiv #stormblood spoilers #zenos yae galvus #zenos galvus #emet selch #solus zos galvus

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Astonishingly, a lot of people are freaking out that Christian hooked up with Shayna. I predicted this after what happened to them, so lemme tell everyone that Christian and Shayna don't care about one another. But they need to be together because revenge is soapy and delish. Shayna and Nick are the pawns for Christian, and we'll see what happens in the next stage.

Christian Cage craves a family. That is clear as day.

Especially after his divorce when he lost his family, moved out to an island, trained like crazy, changed his body, no longer retired, and was given another opportunity to start a new life in a new company.

But he needs a family that he can control.

Isla Reso was never interested in the wrestling world, and how dare she want to touch his TNT belt. Denise probably wouldn't want her daughter to follow in her father's footsteps, especially after he almost died and couldn't wrestle anymore.

Jack Perry was someone he couldn't control in the end, so he needed to get rid of him. As Luke Perry's son (the man Christian was in love with back then), Jack wanted more. Christian would not let him overshadow him - he already had a partner in the past who overshadowed him. So he tried to kill him.

He is keeping Luchasaurus because the lizard is super loyal, and Christian definitely controls him with substance abuse, or something like kinky sex - but he would definitely throw him away the second he shows a sign of betrayal and weakness. And it seems his loyalty wavered nowadays.

He dislikes Darby Allin because, in a way, Darby reminds him of himself. Darby is a reckless, vampire goth who is an adrenaline junkie. The reason Christian hates Darby is that the younger man can see right through him. Christian is an insecure veteran who has self-sabotaged every relationship and sabotaged every match to be on top, and Darby knows it.

It was when he saw Nick Wayne; Darby's protégé. At first, it was more of a revenge against Darby. Christian's plan was to steal Nick and turn him into a younger version of himself, as a form of revenge against Darby. Nick is fast, bright, smart, young, and easy to manipulate, which makes him the perfect candidate for Christian's scheme. However, when Nick got angry at Darby for abandoning him after being attacked by the Mogul Embassy, Christian saw an opportunity to draw him closer to himself.

Nick's patience was up to his neck when Darby for the second time abandoned him and even forgave AR Fox after almost killing him. To him, Darby betrayed him and his mother. Nick made a decision after All-In (when Lucha kidnapped him during the match between Christian/Swerve vs Sting/Darby) to join Christian.

In his eyes, Darby failed to become a superior figure, and Christian stepped up. Nick betrayed Darby and joined Christian, and for the first time in his life, he felt appreciated. Christian also found someone he could leave a legacy to. Nick is really the son he wanted.

When he flirted with Shayna, and she rejected Christian, it didn't bother him much. Sure, she's her type: BLONDE. Trish was blonde, Denise was blonde, Gangrel was blond, Jericho was blond, Adam was blond... But Shayna was too bland for his taste. He needed a raging fiery bitch to complete his family collection.

And speaking of a blond bitch... Adam Copeland suddenly appeared in AEW. Adam interrupted him when he was in the middle of murdering Sting and Darby. Adam, whom he didn't talk to for almost 3 years, basically after COVID-19 and the birth of the company. When Christian joined AEW, Adam was on top of the world in WWE and he was going to retire. I don't need to rehash my opinion about Adam coming to AEW, but I was so excited and scared at the same time.

Shayna hates Adam more than she likes Christian. The man almost murdered Nick. That's the reason why she joined his group and is by his side. The best place to be with her son is to be with his Father figure. If she has to...be Christian's waifu or something, blech, then so be it. Nothing more than that. So what she almost got murdered herself by Christian and Nick? It didn't matter. IT MADE SENSE from a PoV of a mother.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

(Personally, I don't see any chemistry between Shayna and Christian. I think because deep down inside she's a good woman or a bit bland. She's not a bitch like Trish who can go toe to toe with Christian. The way Christian smiles at her is more like a respectful smile, not really a lusty one or even love, and he is just happy to have the mother of his son around).

This storyline is good if you like slow-burn soap. Not everything has to be quick and then move on to the next plot. This is the equivalent of 22 episodes of drama, which I enjoy so much.

#Christian Cage #Adam Copeland #Nick Wayne #Shayna Wayne #Luchasaurus #KillSwitch #AEW #All Elite Wrestling #AEW Dynamite #AEW Rampage #AEW Collision #The Patriachy

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All you had to do was ask| Sierra Six X F!Reader

Summary: Six decides to have a little fun during a mission.

Paring: Sierra Six (Court Gentry) x F! Reader

Word count: 1004

Rating: Mature, 18+ only. AU, violence, blood, smut, death

A/N: Hi!! This is my first attempt at a somewhat smutty one-shot. I had this idea that Court would definitely get turned on by his girl when she was training or during missions because she could protect herself so I tried to write that. The other thing I figured he would do was to stop himself when turning you on just to see you get all flustered but still see you take someone out, even though you are extremely turned on. so here's my attempt! I am so flustered to post this so ahhhh hope this helps those of us who are obsessed with Sierra Six right now!!

When my father sent me to learn about fighting (self-defense and weapons training), I never thought I would find myself in a situation years down the line being turned on by Six in a hallway during a mission. Sure the two of us had something going on, something my father strictly forbid, but the two of us were careful. Well, I thought we were being careful. Six and I got put on a mission, something simple because my father was my father and I was younger and more inexperienced than Six, to test the waters of us working together.

Six, or Court Gentry had turn-ons, but never did I think he would have one about me being stronger than him(Not that I was in any way stronger than him, the man trained for years for this job and had the looks for it. I just mean that showing my strength was a turn on). Six would watch me every time I would train, I could always feel his eyes on me. I thought it was to see how good I was getting, not because he secretly loved watching me train to get stronger. It wasn’t the hurt aspect that made him sometimes go weak, it was the training I had done to be strong and protect myself. He had other turns of course, like when I had my hair up, or when I would give him small smiles while I was talking to my father, or even just the trust I had in him,, but the biggest was this. He liked knowing I could protect myself, and be strong.

Never did I think that would cause a mission to almost go south.

This was supposed to be an in-and-out mission, strictly there to steal the intelligence of a known government agent and leave. The hallway was thin, in front of me led to another corridor, and to my left was another wall. In front of the right wall had a table and a mirror on it, and next to it the right wall was a door to a bathroom. The hallway that led to another corridor was the one Six had gone down, and I was left to watch for any backstabbers. My eyes were trained on the mirror, watching for anyone to come down the hallway in front of it. Six, unknowing to me, came scurrying down the hallway stopping dead short to watch me. I didn't see him at first, eyeing the security man in the mirror to know where to take my shot. It was dark where I was, so my gun would be hidden if I reached my arm out to shoot. I angled my gun to where the man would be, prying it would hit its mark. My gun went off, the bullet going straight through the man's jacket dropping him to the floor, blood pooling from the hole. I kept my eyes trained there until Six moved almost effortlessly and soundlessly towards me. One hand was put on my mouth to muffle any sound while the other grabbed my hip, pulling it towards him. I could feel him through his pants, my eyes fell down towards his hips before going back up to his eyes. He kept them on me as his hand traveled right towards my thighs, squeezing them before going up and dipping into my pants. I looked over at the mirror and saw a man round the corner to the opening. . He hoisted up his gun when he saw the security guard lying dead on the floor. I tried to get Six to look but he only dipped his fingers in more to my pants, finally grazing my core. I moaned into his hand, my breathing was picking up. He continued slipping one finger in, his hand resting on my folds while his fingers played. I sent my head back to the wall, arching into his hand. For a moment I forgot about the man in the hallway, making his way toward us. Once he slipped two fingers in and his pace sped up, making another moan exit my mouth. He was fast, so fast that once all his warmth was gone I only had a few moments to register the loss. I was riding out my height, ready to explode, and then he was gone, and the man in the hallway was too close to shoot using the mirror. With fast thinking, which I didn't know I had, I launched myself onto my knees in front of the opening and shot the man three times. I happen to miss calculating another man was waiting from the right of the opening and charged. I dropped my gun and took out my two knives. I slid on my legs, using the momentum to cut up his legs and once he fell onto one knee I stuck him right in his chest. I watched as he fell back. I stumbled up, the ache in the core present and my breathing was still heavy. I fell onto the wall and slid down. I saw Six from his hallway, watching with prey eyes at the damage I had done. I could see he was still hard even in the dim light. I knew what I had to do. I got up, stumbled a little, slid one of my knives back in its place, and walked over to him. When I did his eyes never left mine, awaiting what I was going to do. I slid the knife over his cheek.

“Did I make you hard baby?” I could see his adam’s apple body after my question, he was melting under my touch. I saw his hand come up but I grabbed his wrist before he could touch me. Watched him slowly melt even more under my touch and strength. He didn’t resist, didn’t even try to get free. “Oh baby, if you wanted me to show you how much power I had all you had to do was ask”

#sierra six #sierra six x reader #sierra six x you #court gentry #court gentry imagine #the grey man #court gentry x you #court gentry x reader #i am so in love with six its not even funny #ahhhh

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Thorned Love Chapter 4: Tale as old as Time

Vil grumbled as Leona took another chess piece from Vil's side. They were back in the library and Vil found an old chess set that Leona owned as a kid, so for old good time sake, Leona challenged Vil to a game. Leona, as he boasted previously, has been winning, which made Vil determined to win at least one game.

"I never thought that you would be this good at chess," Vil muttered.

"As I said, I played for so long, Princess, and all that chess means I've become an expert at this sport. Especially when you are often alone with maids and servants while your parents tend to fawn over Falena almost all day everyday."

"All day?" Vil asked, "How unforunate."

"I'm used to it now. Rook was typically my partner for these events and he, through all of his annoying snick, has been someone I can call a friend, maybe."

Vil laughs, "Rook and I have been friends since we met at the village at a younger age. I didn't know his parents worked at the palace, and he never spoke of it to me. I just thought they were so busy."

"Understandable, Rook's parents were the Royal Hunters of the palace. That's why Rook's here ever so often," Leona yawned.

"Getting sleepy, kitten? You might lose if you fall asleep," Vil teased.

"Never."

Leona looks at Vil, "What about you and your brother? You two seem close, but that's what I heard from Rook."

"Yeah, very…" Vil sighs, "I just miss him that's all. I know Epel is very strong and he can take care of himself, but as an older brother, I can't help but worry about him and my father. I have never been away from them for so long and then there's Alderic,"

"Who…"

"Some stupid prick who believes that just because he's attractive, he deserves so much, like marry me."

"Marry? Is he that bad of a prick?"

"Yes! He went up to my door and proclaimed that since I was beautiful, or more specifically the only beautiful person in my entire village, I am the only person he would marry. It's stupid and absurd and he's so self-centered that he thinks that I would fawn over him," Vil ranted, "not after what he said to my brother, I will never touch that man, and his disgusting face."

Leona's ears twitched as Vil ranted, his eyes slightly looking up at him. Vil noticed how Leona's tail was swaying back and forth as he huffed softly, but he chose not to acknowledge it.

"If it were me, I would've sent him to the dungeon."

"That would be heavenly," Vil grins, "seeing him trapped and sob that he doesn't deserve this," Vil mocked with a laugh.

"I can see that now. But now I'm curious, what did that bastard say to your brother."

Vil stayed silent before taking the king and the queen in his hands, staring at them. He puts the queen down as he begins to speak.

"I never told anyone else this after what happened. My father told me this when I was about 8 years old, after that incident."

"And why tell me? Your captor?"

"Because, unlike the people of the village, you actually listen to what I said or just take your time out of your day to hang out with me. You've become someone I can trust, along with the others here. I don't feel like a freak here."

"Again, you are talking to a beast, so if anyone's a freak, it'd be me."

Vil lets out a chuckle before starting the story.

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Vil's mother, Lorelei, was well known for her beauty. Oliver always said that Vil got his features from his mother when he turned 18, which was not surprising from the portraits he saw of her as a child.

Many fawned over Lorelei, mostly for her beauty. She adores the attention, though she was never vain about it. She was married to Oliver and had Vil. This was the time when Oliver's inventions became more well-known and was commissioned to make new inventions for the country of France, which meant Oliver was traveling more often. Vil was only 2 years old when Oliver began his traveling, so he didn't remember much and due to his young mind, he never figured out how miserable Lorelei became after Oliver's many departures.

Lorelei never showed it but it was clear to the town that she was miserable.

It did not help matters that many people would start to believe that those "commissions" were ways to get away from his family and to be with another woman, due to claims that Oliver is a crummy inventor and that no one would ever commission that cooky man.

One day, a traveling merchant came over and began selling local apples from Germany. Lorelei and the merchant talked often, mainly about his region and reminiscing about old German cultures. It has unfortunately become a small-time affair, only for a week before the merchant left to travel once more, not returning.

After Oliver's return, Lorelei has fallen pregnant. Due to Oliver's return, the town had assumed that it was a child of Oliver's. That was until the child, now named Epel was born. The town talked about the new child and reminded them of the merchant who traveled there. But no one has spoken up about it due to some believing it to be cruel rumors about Lorelei.

Lorelei tried to laugh them off. But deep down, she was becoming guilty and resentful towards her new son. With all the rumors surrounding them and with Oliver being the type that figured out lies and deceptions, she knew she would get caught and lose the happy life she worked so hard for.

After a few months of this, Oliver took note of the rumors and asked Lorelei about them, mostly to keep his headspace clear after months of inventing and falling unconscious. She denies these allegations, which helps Oliver, but afterward, he notices her dodgy attitude towards him and Epel.

But Oliver couldn't continue his investigation without the fear of her leaving their children, angry at his snooping.

One day, as if the gods planned it, a note was sent while Lorelei was out with both Vil and Epel. Oliver received the letter and read it, shocked at what he had read.

It was a note from an unknown merchant, who wrote that he misses Lorelei and her soft lips and how he daydreams of her whenever he is not occupied with his work. He planned to visit her again once he had to best travel requirements.

Oliver was of course upset and confronted his wife, ashamed of her actions and how could she do that not to Oliver, but to Vil and the new baby.

Lorelei tried to deny it, even though she was slowly becoming panicky. Then she accused Oliver of meeting with the other women while he was on his travels, which Oliver stammered about. They started to argue afterward, leaving Vil to hide with Epel in his room, trying to protect him, it was one of the memories Vil still has of the event.

Night fell and Lorelei was sleeping on the couch after the argument, but the cries of Epel were waking her up every single time. It was driving her insane, but she tried to ignore it, hoping Oliver would've dealt with it, which he had done for the majority of the night, but he was so tired that he slept through the newest cry.

Lorelei was blank as she walked towards Epel's crib, her sleeping pillow gripped tightly in her hands as she raised the pillow up and towards Epel.

The saving grace was when Vil noticed and unknowingly stopped her. Which made Lorelei retreat for the night.

The next moment, Vil asked Oliver if it was normal for Lorelei to raise a pillow over Epel at night, which caught Oliver off guard, and he rushed into Epel's room to witness the same that Vil had described. Oliver took her away, demanding what she was doing. Lorelei's screams of how Epel ruined her happy life always repeated in Vil's head, and how she was trying to set things right, after Oliver's disgusting cheating, but everyone in the town knows it was her.

Lorelei's sobs and screams attract the attention of villagers and tell the works of a nearby asylum about a crazed woman who is about to murder her child. The asylum offered to take her away from Oliver. But Oliver refused until Lorelei spewed more hatred against him and Epel as if her words were now daggers as she stabbed Oliver's heart with her words.

The beautiful and thoughtful woman in town has become ugly and vile to everyone in the town.

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"Since that night I never saw her again. I was allowed visitation but I humbly refused as the asylum scared even to this day. That's why, even now, I fear for Epel's safety. Who knows if that damned escape or not…I wish I knew."

Vil looked back and saw the most concerned look on Leona's face, which looking at it more, was more mortified than concerned. Leona's eyes were slit at the story and his tail was frozen solid.

"…what?"

The Lion was too baffled to speak, as his hand holding the chess piece did not move an inch. Leona has become a statue of bafflement, which Vil was debating on soothing or laughing at him. But Vil carefully took the chess piece and with a smirk on his face, said:

"Checkmate."

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Epel was trying to keep a smile as days went by and has continued to tend to his father as he always did. But with new sets of bouquets by Epel's doorway with stupid and disgusting poems attached to them made him sick to his stomach. It was hard to keep it from strangers, his father, and even Jack, someone Epel actually trusts with his life if needed, which made Epel feel guilty.

It made Epel bake for the majority of his morning, trying to see if he could avoid Alderic or even Cederic walking up to his cottage. It was making him so anxious that he wasn't paying attention to the pie that was still in his hands.

"Careful," Jack spoke up, taking the pie from Epel, "if you stand there long enough, you might as well hallucinate."

Epel quickly looks back and gulps, "S-sorry, I just…having some thoughts."

"About?"

"It's nothing," Epel answered, "I should rest up more."

"Epel," Jack took his hand, "I know something is wrong. What happened last week? Is it because of Vil being gone or because of Alderic? With you being distracted and jumpy, I would assume it's Alderic. What did he do?"

Epel gulped and looked up at Jack.

"I don't need to explain myself," Epel huffed, "It's not any of your business. And I do not need help…"

"Epel, I get it. You don't want to seem weak but you need to tell me what happened. Alderic may be a force to be reckon with but you can't deal with him alone." Jack reassured, "You have me remember?"

"I know I do! But with that asshole thinking that he can control me and that if I marry him, Father won't be stuck in a stupid asylum! And I can't object because I know it's something that Vil would do but I'm scared."

"Marry…Alderic?" Jack repeated.

"He threatened me! And I would rather marry someone else than that stupid, narcissistic ass!" Epel ranted, "If I was given a choice, I would-"

"Epel!"

Epel looks at Jack and huffs.

"Let me recall what you just said to me," Jack started, "Alderic is forcing you to marry him so he wouldn't take Oliver to an asylum. Am I correct in that assumption?"

"Yes, that's true," Epel admitted, "and because Vil isn't around for Alderic to bother. And I hate that I know if this doesn't happen, not only I lose Vil, but Father as well. I hate being weak!"

Jack took Epel in a hug, trying to calm Epel down.

"You aren't weak, Epel," Jack acknowledged, "you are the strongest person I know. I wish he would just leave you alone, you and Vil."

"Thanks, Jack," Epel sighs.

Epel moves away from Jack, face blushing. He quickly took the pie and started to wrap and store it for later, trying to look out for Alderic once again. Jack sighs, as even he wouldn't calm Epel's nerves.

"Who would you marry if it wasn't Alderic?" Jack joked.

"That's private information," Epel smiles.

"I should've know," Jack laughs, "but I know it isn't Alderic."

"We both damn know I would never marry Alderic or even Cedric," Epel gagged, "Ew. I would..marry someone who has always been there for me. Though the thought of marriage is gross enough with the expectations. I wouldn't even imagining marrying someone."

"Then, what if I said that I want to marry you?"

Epel looked over at Jack and felt his face heat up. It didn't help the situation that he was pinned to his counter, and Jack looked so flustered with his question.

"Well, if you said that…would you be surprised if I would say yes?" Epel gulped.

Jack's ears perked and his tail wagged slightly as he carefully put his hand on Epel's cheek.

"What…would happen if I kissed you?"

"I would just say do it."

Jack hesitated, still nervous. Epel huffed and pulled Jack by his collar and kissed him, surprising Jack. But it felt like Epel was finally able to get his mind at ease, especially with Jack's arms around him, promising protection which was something Epel longed for. He didn't even acknowledge the noise outside of the cottage, just focusing on Jack.

"I…wow," Jack chuckles as he pulls away.

"You hesitated," Epel teased.

"Sorry about that.."

🥀

"We still need them together," Rook moped towards Trey, "They have tried everything and they've seen them getting along, but we need something more. More, like getting them in a secluded location with a romantic flare!"

"Romantic flare? Perhaps you have ideas?" Trey asked, "Rook, you have to remember, I am not the romantic type."

"You are married, Chaviler of Roses," Rook grins, "with a beautiful boy, no less."

"I did small stuff, sure, but Jade ultimately made the move. I have no idea what I did to create romantic feelings but it must be something, like a mutual connection, it just happens, Rook." Trey explained. "They have a mutual connection, Rook, the most likely step is to set up a date. A place where all the romantic stuff can happen slowly but surely. Something that maybe should be approved by Leona firsthand."

"Ah, of course. Roi de Lion can be such a hackle when it comes to family events. Balls…wait! A personal ball. No one else but him and Roi de Poison." Rook grins, "that's perfect! Let me go to Roi de Lion!"

"Rook! And he's gone. I swear once romance enters his head, he does not let go of it."

"What did you expect?" Floyd spoke up, startling Trey, "Seagull loves romantic endeavors. I mean, he did set you and Jade together after all, so I believe he can get that date going."

"I know," Trey sighs.

Floyd smirks and takes a pastry from Trey's plate and takes a bite, eating with victory.

"No, you will not give some to Johnnie, we both know that'll spoil his dinner, and I don't want that for my son." Trey spoke without speaking up from chopping the vegetables.

"You are no fun."

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"A ball?" Leona spoke up, "That's too sudden and big. No way."

"Roi de Leon, I understand, but I know Roi de Poison and I know he'll enjoy such a romantic gesture and he often reads of those in books and I think we all know this will be perfect for him. He adored those as a child, and I remember speaking of those times quite fondly when he grabbed a book from the library."

"Look, I just don't want to seem forward," Leona stated, "If he found out why I am seeking his love, I don't think I would've forgiven myself, he'll think I'm using him to save myself, but…"

"I'm surprised," Falena spoke up, "but I see this as a big chance for you, Leona. These past few weeks, you and Vil have gotten along splendidly, and this can be the greatest gesture of love you can ever give someone."

Leona thought for a moment and sat down on the bed. Imagining a grand ball was already making Leona feel nervous, but considering it was only him and Vil..it made him even more nervous. He didn't even consider doing balls mainly because what was the point? Now, he has a point, but how will he go with it?

"I need time." Leona spoke up, "If I were to plan, what should I start? How should I start?"

"Oh, I have a few things up my sleeves," Rook chuckled.

"Oh boy."

🥀

Vil came back from his bath to see an envelope in his drawer by his bed. It was placed neatly and sealed with the royal seal of the land.

Strange, but it could be a way for Leona to communicate if Vil was busy with something, something that they had discussed previously. Vil took the envelope, carefully opened it, took the letter out of it, and began to read it.

Dear Vil,

I hereby declare that I will be hosting a small event and I request your presence. Be dressed in formal clothing as this is a formal occasion and be there at 7:15.

Vil smiles and puts the letter down. Never thought he'd be invited to a fancy ball, though it was odd and he was living within the castle that gave him the invite, but he thought it was sweet nonetheless.

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Vil stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his gloves and necklace. It was the night of the royal ball, and Vil was excited but nervous at the same time. He had never been to a ball before, and he wanted to make a good impression.

He wore a purple dress with golden accents with a white gloves, paired with a small golden bow at the back of his hair and golden shoes. His hair was braided, and he had a hint of perfume on his neck. He, of course, added makeup to his look, he felt empty without it.

He also had a set of golden jewelry, courtesy of Jade. Matching necklace and earrings helped finalize his appearance.

Vil took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror once more. He knew that his brother, Epel, would have teased him for spending so much time getting ready, but Vil wanted to look his best.

As he made his way to the ballroom, Vil couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. He felt like he didn't belong. But he pushed those thoughts aside and reminded himself that he was there to have fun and enjoy the night.

As soon as Vil entered the ballroom, he was greeted by the sound of music. The room was decorated with beautiful flowers, and there was a grand staircase leading down to the ballroom dance floor.

Vil took a deep breath and made his way to the dance floor. He looked around, trying to find someone to dance with. His eyes met with Leona's, who was standing by the refreshment table.

Seeing Leona nice and clean made Vil want to laugh, but he didn't. He was just staring, at how handsome Leona is, with the blue suit with golden accents. He saw not a beast, but an actual prince, a prince he wanted to dance with.

"Would you like to dance?" Vil asked, trying to hide his nerves.

Leona smiled and took Vil's hand, leading him to the dance floor. As they swayed to the music, Vil felt his nerves melt away. He looked around the ballroom, taking in the sights and sounds of the night.

The music made things even better for them.

"We need something," Rook realizes, "To set a better mood."

"Like what exactly?" Trey questioned, "They looked happy enough. What else do we need?"

"A song," Rook hummed, "something that they can dance to, and what can describe their beautiful relationship."

"But you know that I hate singing," Trey spoke up, "especially with the romantic energy that's here."

Jade and Floyd came out from the kitchen, holding a new plate of food for dinner. Trey and Rook looked at each other and back at Jade and knew who to ask.

"Monsior Mastermind," Rook called over, "we need you to do a small favor for us."

"What for?" Jade asked.

"We need you to sing for this lovely event," Rook announced with a smile.

"No."

"Come on, Jade! Sing something for us," Floyd urged, nudging him playfully.

"I don't know," Jade sighs, "I'm not comfortable singing in front of people," Jade pointed out.

"Oh, come on, you have an amazing voice! I know you can do it," Trey grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"And it'll be amazing for this beautiful for tonight," Rook added, "and your voice will do perfectly."

After a few moments of hesitation, Jade finally gave in and decided to sing a song.

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Tale as old as time

True as it can be

Barely even friends

Then somebody bends

Unexpectedly

Just a little change

Small to say the least

Both a little scared

Neither one prepared

Beauty and the Beast

🥀

"You are such a good dancer," Vil laughs, "have you ever dance before?"

"Not as often as I like," Leona whispered, "but I never danced with the intent of actually dance with a person. I mean the last time I danced was when I was young. How about you?"

Vil looks up and holds his hands. "Well, I never danced before."

"That explains your nervous movement," Leona joked.

"Hey," Vil pouted, "no one has ever asked me to dance with them, nor invited me to a royal ball. Remember, I was the black sheep of my town, despite being fawned over by that same exact town. I refused to wed to Alderic, which everyone wanted, and now I'm here. Dancing with you, even thiugh I never danced in my life."

"That's a dream come."

Vil felt his face blush as he thought about it.

"Yeah," Vil grinned, "It's most definitely a dream come true,"

The duo gazed at each other as they swayed on the dance floor, and the music boomed around them, making them feel alone in the ballroom.

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Ever just the same

Ever a surprise

Ever as before

And ever just as sure

As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time

Tune as old as song

Bittersweet and strange

Finding you can change

Learning you were wrong

Certain as the sun

Rising in the east

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

🥀

They continued dancing, lost in their thoughts and feelings. Leona felt like he was on top of the world, dancing with the person he loved.

As the song ended, they pulled away from each other, smiling shyly. They both knew that their relationship was just beginning, but they were excited about what the future held.

They took a bow.

"I heard the stars are beautiful this time of year," Leona spoke, holding his arm out for Vil.

"You don't mind showing me, dear kitten?"

Vil takes Leona's arm and they walk into the balcony, watching the stars above them. They walked over and sat down by the stone bench, watching the stars.

"It's so beautiful out here," Vil gasps, "makes me think of home."

Leona looks back and looks back at the stars again. "I can understand why. Makes me think of my old home as well."

"Why did you leave?"

"I…I felt invisible in my own family," Leona explained, "Sure, I'd have my fair share of achievements but they were almost nothing compared to Falena's. I mean, he got married and has a kid now, while I got transformed into a beast. Seems more funny if it wasn't also unfair."

"Not really," Vil sighs, "but hanging out with you these past months made me see that you are just someone who just needs someone…to sympathize with, to talk to. Have similar hobbies and conversations."

"Would that also applied to you?"

"You won't tell on me, would you?"

Leona laughs and looks away for a moment before sighing.

"I got a gift for you," Leona spoke up, "something for you."

Leona coughed before handing Vil a beautiful silver mirror, embroidered with roses and thorns. The glass felt like it was made of pure crystal, especially as it was reflecting both him and Leona. He didn't want to touch it but it was so beautiful that he had to, even for a small while.

"It's beautiful," Vil muttered, "I mean, it's extremely beautiful. How.."

"I found it along with the rose. Like the rose, it has magical properties, one that I only dabbled in. But it can show the person you wish to see, even from the confines of the castle."

"…uh," Vil stammered a little, before looking at the mirror and said, "Show me my father."

The mirror swirled in a green mist. The image of his father sleeping in a bed made Vil feel relief, seeing him safe in the cottage. However, he felt something was off, due to the noise of horses and people cheering in the mirror.

"…what is that?"

"A celebration of sorts?" Leona questioned, "though, it seems off."

"..Maybe it's Epel?"

As soon as Epel was mentioned, the mirror began to swirl and show a new sight. The sight of Epel in front of his house, with Alderic of all people, surprisingly all dressed up, with flowers and lights making up a scenery.

"What's…" Vil was speechless, worried for his younger brother.

"….I'm only doing this for my father," he heard Epel speak, "if you weren't threatening his life, I wouldn't even be here."

"Aw, don't be like that," Alderic grinned, "you are marrying me, after all, a natural treasure."

"Marry!?" Vil almost screamed.

"What did he do?" Leona asked, also annoyed.

"Something about my father…I knew Alderic would stoop this low! Forcing marriage…" Vil got up and looked at Leona, "I have to go. I have to save my brother, and I know this breaks our agreement but Epel's…"

"Then go," Leona spoke up, "You have a family to save, and it's better to be over there than to be trapped in this.."

"Don't." Vil hissed, "I am not leaving for long." Vil takes Leona's hand and looks up at him, " I promise that I will be back, with Father and Epel too. You have become someone I can consider a friend and maybe…" Vil gulped, "I'll be back, ok?"

Leona smiles and nods his head at Vil.

"Go, don't let me stop you."

Vil begins to walk away but he looks back with a look that says "I promise," before bolting out of the balcony and onto the staples and taking Appletart. He jumped onto her and looked back at the castle, within the silence, he could hear Leona once again.

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No spell has been broken

No words have been spoken

No point anymore if he can't love me

No hope she would do so

No dream to pursue, so

I looked at myself, despise all the things I see

For I know that she

Cannot set me free

Let the world be done with me

🥀

Vil was saddened at Leona's hope fading as he began to ride away. He knew he had to go but he knew why he wanted to stay. His heart was telling him to, telling him to scream his love to Leona before he left, but his throat squeezed when he thought of trying.

But knowing his time at the castle made him happy.

🥀

There's been a change in me

A kind of moving on

Though what I used to be

I still depend upon

For now, I realize

That good can come from bad

That may not make me wise

But oh it makes me glad

And I, I never thought I'd leave behind

My childhood dreams

But I don't mind

For now, I love the world I see

No change of heart

A change in me

🥀

He thought of the days he and Leona either played chess, played in the snow for the kids or just comfortably read by the fireplace for hours on end or until they passed and cuddled against each other afterward.

He thought he couldn't love someone like Leona, but with just time, he didn't see a beast, no. A prince who needed compassion and love in his life.

Vil knew that now.

🥀

For in my dark despair

I slowly understood

My perfect world out there

Had disappeared for good

But in it's place I feel

A truer life begin

And it's so good and real

It must come from within

🥀

Vil knew he had a reason to come back, even just for a small moment, a moment he never wanted to end, a moment that made him feel what love was. Not just the meaning from the books he reads, but from the love he felt by just being with Leona, and the many things that they had done for the past months.

🥀

And I, I never thought I'd leave bеhind

My childhood dreams

But I don't mind

I'm where and who I want to be

No change of heart

A change in me

No change of heart

A change in me

🥀

Vil loves Leona, and he knows that Leona loves him back.

In that moment as he saw an opening to his town, Vil knew. Vil knew why he wanted to come back.

#twisted wonderland #Thorned Love #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #jade leech #trey clover #rook hunt #epel felmier #jack howl #leovil #epeljack #treyjade #floyd leech

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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SMOOCHESSS

Hello hi !! Hope u've been doing okay !

Recently been craving platonic harbinger content so I've been eating up every single bit of it I see and now it reminded me of a thought I had a while back

I'm a sucker for found family and I LOVE LOVE LOVE the idea of Pierro being like a fatherly figure to harbinger!reader like 🛐🛐🛐

Pierro's been on Teyvat for so long since being cursed with immortality and likely lost his family during the fall of K’hanriah so I can imagine he probably feels lonely. Everytime he's out anywhere he can't help but stare a bit longingly at others as they spend time with their families, especially fathers doting on their children

So imagine reader who's a new addition to the harbingers and temporarily works alongside Pierro as they get a feel for how to manage their division and their missions and such

Pierro steadily starts to find that he enjoys reader's company the longer they spend together QODHQOHFIW Like I can imagine them seldom being apart, both inside and outside Zapolyarny Palace. Both of them working in the same space even though reader has their own because they like being around him more

Pierro who sees bits of his younger self in reader. Pierro who starts answering their questions more in depth and listens to them as they talk. He's giving them advice when they need it, also allows them to drag him out of his office every now and then to take breaks with them because there's no way that reader hasn't picked up on his habit of working himself to the bone by now. It's also during this time that he likes to hear them speak about their life and shares stories of his youth and his days in K’hanriah in exchange. These little moments are just so special to him because it's been so long since he's ever been so vulnerable and open with anyone, and even longer since he's felt he has someone he could allow himself to be this close with without fear of losing them

Their bond now runs so deep that the other harbingers are picking up on it. Whenever in meetings there's a high chance Pierro would turn to reader for a moment to ask them to share the information they had given him prior about the topic in hand, having a short conversation about it before returning back to his original point. The first time the others witness this the meeting room goes dead silent and everyone's staring at them like "?????"

The other harbingers refuse to let him live this down and will TEASE him for it. Doesn't matter that he's their superior. He's safe from no one's remarks. Even the TSARITSA herself started to join in

(EXTRA: U know how ducklings follow their mother around? That but with Pierro and reader. It's so cute and so funny to imagine at the same time QLDHOQHDOWHZ)

- :D anon (I'm so not normal about this send help)

WE ARE INDULGING IN DAD PIERRO TODAY 🔥 I LOVE LOVE THIS <33 The ducklingsss 😭❤️ Pierro is just walking like 😐 and you're behind him like 🥺 found family SO TRUE. But omg Pierro losing his family/friends in Khaenri'ah is actually so heartbreaking :( When his lore drops we are def going to see he lost someone super close to him </3

You're a quite young Harbinger with much to learn, but you sure didn't expect the First Harbinger himself to be showing you the ropes! It was an honor! Of course you wanted to learn much from him, hopefully he wouldn't mind if you stuck around a bit, right? Well, you're right but... Pierro is a very confused man now. He has no clue why a youngster like you would want to hang out with someone like him, but you're not a distraction, and your work is getting done so... there's no reason to get mad. Eventually, he comes to accept and get accustomed to your presence. And soon enough, he finds himself feeling lonely if you aren't here with him.

I imagine Pierro didn't think that he could fit a fatherly/dad role, because of everything he's done, so he tries not to get too close once he realizes how much he likes you, but he just starts unconsciously slipping into dad mode sometimes without even realizing it. Like how he tells you it's extra cold today so he makes you wear your huge coat, gloves, hat, scarf... dad, I'm a grown adult. You know how to dress!

Dad Pierro who is now used to multitasking by doing his paperwork and simultaneously listening to you and responding. Dad Pierro who begins to take everything you say with the utmost seriousness and give advice back and can't detect your sarcasm. Dad Pierro who somehow becomes acquainted with the Fatui gossip because you sometimes go on long rants about it. Dad Pierro who eventually slips into his Khaenri'ahn days when he teaches you something new or tells you stories :( He wishes he could show you his homeland because he knows you'd love it.

Dad Pierro ain't slick 😭 EVERYBODY knows he favors you, he values your opinion very much. I imagine you both helped each other understand a lot of things 🥺

#smooches talks #:D anon #i would love for him to be my father figure 🥺#pierro love notes <3

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cata-strophes · 7 months

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I just found you and im like in love with all your art!!!! Do you think you could like catch me up on your ocs? Like a little introduction to them? Cause I am invested! I hope that's not too much to ask!

(Funny story, i was writing this and wrote a lot and then my power went off and i lost what i had written L)

Thank you!! :D And of course!! Im sorry this took so long, when i saw your message i realised i dont have a lot of actually-colored drawings of my ocs (that arent dante), so i ran to do some quick sketches (and got busy in the middle of it)

In the world of my OCs, some people are born with powers, but they have consequences and drawbacks if they're overused.

There is an Evil Bad Guy(tm), who, of course, wants power, and so when a kid is born with a strong enough power, it's more than likely they will be taken to join the ever-growing brainwashed army of Evil Dude(tm). Evil Villain Guy(tm) also carries forward... tests and experiments, to see if it's possible to evolve these powers and overcome their drawbacks.

This guy is my poor special little guy, Dante, and by that, I mean he's the one that I make suffer for my own amusement, i'm sorry, Dante.

He doesn't know his age, but he guesses he's in his mid-20s.

He was one of the child soldiers the Evil Villain Man(tm), and has been with him since he has memory. Now all he wants is revenge against him, and doesn't care about much else.

He was a favourite, because he was the first one to survive the tests and evolve the powers he has. (drawbacks are still a work in progress)

His power allows him to create limbs made from shadows, he specialized in wings. Altho he started only creating two wings, with the tests, he started calling more and more wings to his control, and they eventually stopped looking soft and feathery, and started looking more and more leathery, and he stopped using them to fly, more like spider legs to help support him and that he can turn into extremely dangerous and sharp weapons.

This guy over here is Nicholas. He is *drum roll* Evil Villain Guy(tm)'s older son!

Nicholas is in his mid-20s. He also has a younger brother, Theo, who is in his early 20s.

He was raised in blissful ignorance until he was a teenager, where he started figuring out his family's dark history. He started questioning his father's authority more and more, until, when he was around 16 years old, his own father commanded his assassins to get rid of him.

He was left for dead, but little did they know he had been hiding self-healing powers, and managed to survive and ended up joining a rebellion against his father, meeting Dante again ten years later, when he escaped. His brother is still with his father.

I'm very bad with names and can't choose, I have at least twenty options for each, but these are also some very important guys for them. All of their designs might change!! I'm still playing around.

The woman to the left is the leader of the rebellion, she took Nicholas in and knocked some sense into his head when he was pushing his body and powers farther than he should. She has electricity on contact powers, she uses it for the most shocking punches, or for charging whatever metalllic weapon shes holding to make it Hurt. Her drawback tho, is a loss of fine motor skills, her hands shake a lot because of this.

The guy in the right is Dante's uncle. Dante's uncle was a renowned knight, when he learnt that his brother, sister-in-law and nephew, his only family, were all wiped out in an attack, he lost his control and threw himself to battle with no second thoughts. His power is something of future visio; it doesn't go too far, just a few seconds or minutes (although he might get a few days or weeks worth of it in dreams), which made him unstouchable in battle. The drawback is the lost of his own eyesight. He is blind because of the overuse of his powers, and can really only notice light and very blurry shapes if he focuses (he usually doesn't). When he got tired of fighting he up and left, trying to forget and be forgotten, finding a village in the middle of nowhere and staying there to pass his days.

UNTIL his war-buddy, mister-in-the-center-drawing, came looking for him. They used to be the closest friends and he spent years looking for him after he vanished from the face of the Earth. He doesn't have any powers, but he is very much to Dante's uncle's levels of swordmanship and whatever-knights-do-ship (with the exception of. you know. literal future vision powers). They are boyfriends now.

Also Dante and his uncle meet later on, and this meeting is the reason Dante doesn't go off the deep end as it was very much looking like before. Dante's uncle knows Dante's real age and birthday, he never forgot.

#ask #original characters #original character #doodle #theoverlordofall #even though ive had their stories in my head for years #im only now working out details and figuring out how they actually look #like i literally chose nicholas name today #might give dante's uncle longer hair

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streetqueenofmars · 6 months

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So, I rewatched Joel Schumacher's 'Phantom of the Opera', a movie I was obsessed with as a teenager and new adult.

And I had THOUGHTS.

Being in a committed relationship has given me (someone who doesn't always do much rewatching) the chance to revisit and reappraise art from my childhood and adolescence.

And I'm working on being kind to my younger self.

There was a time when I was obsessed with this movie, if you had asked me as a 15 to 18 years old to name my favorite movies this would have been one of them. Now I'm a few years shy of thirty, I've studied film at the Masters level, I've studied and written on musical theater and opera. Importantly I've seen Phantom live and I've seen the Royal Albert Hall recording. All this to say that I'm very aware of this films shortcomings as an adaptation, as a musical, and even as a film.

But I think it's still a 'good' film.

Because, despite this films shortcomings, understanding why I liked it at a teenager helped me appreciate it.

I don't know if this is a hot take, but in the original show, the Phantom is not only the antagonist but his relationship with Christine is creepy. He is older than her by enough that she at first thinks he is the ghost of her father and his more sexual feelings toward her coincide with the increasing body count and other factors that reveal him as an increasingly malevolent force. It's one of the things that makes the show so good.

The film makes the Phantom's position as antagonist much more complicated by aging him down. Gerard Butler plays the phantom as a young man and the rewrites make his and Christina's ages closer. The idea of him as the spirit of her father is downplayed, and the sexual tension between Christina and Phantom is played up.

It's important to note that while this is an adaptation of Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical that he is producing made by his production company, Joel Schumacher not only directs the film but is credited as the co-writer.

So I will credit him with the changes between the stage show and the film.

This makes sense when you look at Schumacher's body of work. Sexual tension (be it heterosexual or homosexual), physical beauty, and young people discovering themselves and the world are ideas that appear in his work again and again. Film phantom is a Schumacher protagonist, an alienated young person trying to figure out where he fits in the world. A man who understands love as something good that he wants but is clumsy about how to actual go about pursuing it. A man of restrained passions and feelings he can't express. In the song 'No One Would Listen' (a film original song that didn't make it into the film beyond the credits) the phantom sings about how his love of Christine and his love of music both came about from feeling profoundly lonely following his escape from the carnival and being drawn to something beautiful.

Webber's phantom is a predatory man, Schumacher's phantom is a lonely boy.

And this profoundly changes the work, it's a subtle change that flew over the heads of most critics, both professional or pop culture (looking at the Lindsey Ellis squad) but it's a changes that fundamentally changes the work. It becomes a work of art meant for lonely young men who feel hated by the world for reasons beyond their understanding. And for those men and boys it shows them how destructive their actions have the potentially to really be when they lash out from their loneliness.

"The tears I shed for your sad fate, grow cold and turn to tears of hate."

It's a messy work, but one that has value as a work of transitional adolescent media. Similar to the first Twilight where it gives adolescents a space to feel certain emotions and should be given some grace for that good.

#cinema #art #film #art appreciation #phantom of the opera #adolescence #revisiting #teenagers #musical movies #joel schumacher #gerard butler #emo #2000s emo #emotions #andrew lloyd webber

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blaiddydbrokeit · 1 year

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i am also sick rn (i hope you feel better!) but here are some thoughts:

glenn giving dimitri and felix piggy back rides when he should be training and justifying himself by saying that he’s doing strength training (even though everyone knows neither of them are heavy enough to really do much for him)

rodrigue braiding dimitri’s hair before his coronation

faerghus 4 going around and picking flowers together in the summer

blue lions snowball fight

rodrigue jumping on matthias’s back when they were younger as a form of “training” (aka pissing him off)

felix and dimitri sparring while the various children of the various lions watch in awe and the lions themselves roll their eyes affectionately

I love this so much. (Hope you feel better soon, Onyx!)

I have SOME ideas about your ideas.

What if Glenn gets away with the tomfoolery during council seasons when Rodrigue (and the other Faerghus nobles) goes to Fhirdiad for larger assemblies and meetings because Felix got to come along? Sylvain also comes with Matthias, with Miklan sulking along, and Ingrid comes with her brothers and father - but for her, it meant that she also got to spend time with Glenn and the rest of the gang.

When Glenn piggybacks Dimitri as "training", Gustave briefly tries to intervene, but Glenn laughs and says that he barely feels heavier than a sack of horsefeed. He follows up by jokingly telling Dimitri that "maybe he needs a few extra steaks to be of remotely any challenge", and Sylvain chimes in that he could take a pointer from Ingrid, much to her embarrassment.

Felix gets his turn next draped over Glenn's shoulders like a towel, and Glenn, in mock thoughtfulness laughs that Felix could also do with being less picky with food. (Felix huffs and whacks Glenn for that, being a bit self-conscious yet unrepentant about his preferences.) Ingrid practically jumps into Glenn's arms for her turn, and Sylvain smirks while Felix retches slightly. In a bid of brotherly tomfoolery, when Ingrid finally is satisfied with her Pega-Glenn ride, Glenn charges at Sylvain and hauls him up by the knees and runs halfway across the courtyard with the screeching Sylvain flailing.

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As for Rodrigue braiding hair? I imagine he would have been the one toying with Lambert's hair a lot in their youth, and was the reason Lambert practically lived in braids. He tears up when he gets to do it for Dimitri, because it's so close in color and texture and sheen that it almost feels like he was a teen again. Felix barged in the room and saw Rodrigue almost crying, got irritated and told him to "stop getting snot into your moustache, old man". He did not.

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Felix wanted Sylvain to make a flower crown. So the four of them went around picking flowers. Dimitri struggled with not uprooting the entire plant at first, but eventually figured out that he could at least pinch the stems to pull off the flowers, even if it crushed the stem a little. When Glenn came looking for the lot of them at midday, Ingrid put her flower crown on his head and insisted it was for him. He sits down and quickly makes a pair, one for her and one for Dimitri, before Felix starts getting wibbly-eyed about one. Glenn tells him to reach toward his head. Felix does, and finds a flower crown already there. Glenn had already put one on his head when he first arrived. Everyone else had played along in not telling him. Rodrigue got the story of a lifetime that day.

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The Faerghus Four often got stories about how Matthias, Lambert, Rodrigue and several other lords had snowball brawls and wanted to have one of their own. Sylvain begged Matthias to host it, but he refused. Sylvain snuck out eventually, deciding that he'd just have it at the forest between Fraldarius and Fhirdiad. Suffice to say, it caused alarm when Dimitri and Sylvain went missing - and Felix had run home crying to Rodrigue. Gustave, Rodrigue, Matthias and Lambert put together a search party, and Lambert even put away his work to head the search himself. Lambert does remind Matthias that it was just like what they had themselves done as teenagers. Matthias refuses to start that conversation. When they find the duo, Sylvain was covered in scratches and Dimitri was a sobbing mess. To this day, neither was willing to admit what happened, and the story went down as one that Gustave would someday tell Annette.

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Rodrigue was the youngest of the trio, but was often able to influence Lambert's teenage impulsiveness and the two would do absolutely absurd things together. One of those things happened to include having Lambert distract Matthias with idle chatter while Rodrigue pounced from behind.

Good thing Matthias already had the beginnings of a brick-wall physique, because somehow, it would become the oldest trick in the book that he would somehow fall for again and again, though at least he was good-natured and laughed it off. Even when it irritated him, it always caught him off guard when Rodrigue would innocently suggest that maybe he could see it as training, quoting increasingly ridiculous yet still undeniably plausible scenarios where it was applicable. Even years later, when they all became fathers, Rodrigue still tried the occasional mischief - often to simply cheer the other two up. Matthias, after he shut himself away did not take it well and gave Rodrigue a tongue-lashing about how he should mature himself and stop acting like a child. Since that day, the only facets that show of Rodrigue's cheeky humor slip through in his words - with each year he ages, suppressing his spirit becomes easier. He finds that this so-called "maturity" has perhaps only allowed his body to stiffen, unlike his memory of Lambert, who kept his boisterous and lively personality until the end - tempered only for his duty as king.

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Felix and Dimitri's sparring habits after the war kept up whenever they could spare the time. When it so happened that the Blue Lions decided to have a reunion in Fhirdiad, Felix challenged Dimitri to a sword-on-sword spar. Despite the children watching, the two went at it spiritedly, and Ingrid scowling at Felix (ready for a scolding) while holding her hands over her child's ears whenever he used profane language in his taunts. Mercedes had brought some of the orphans from the orphanage that she ran in Camulus, and Ashe and Dedue tried to keep them calm when a few were spooked by the loud clashing of steel. Sylvain got smacked once or twice by an exasperated Ingrid as well, when he made lewd jokes about their sword handling, but it was more of a force of habit at that point for her. She still wonders how she came to love him enough to put up with his nonsense and willingly bear his child, but she does.

#this got long #3h longposts #ask #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #blue lions #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier #ingrid brandl galatea #rodrigue achille fraldarius #lambert egitte blaiddyd #matthias raoul gautier #gustave eddie dominic #dedue molinaro #ashe ubert #mercedes von martritz #annette fantine dominic #sylgrid

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italoniponic · 2 years

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Fairy Hands | Jack Howl

Synopsis: After the ending of the day’s rehearsal for the Fairy Gala, Jack was already feeling his feet screaming for help but, as always, he wouldn’t say a thing and try to endure the pain the best he could to not worry you. But you noticed it… and you had an idea.

Jack Howl x gender neutral reader / fluff / hurt and comfort / establish relationship / use of “you” pronouns / slightly self-indulgent bc it’s my birthday~

Word count: 3,4k / Warning: This is not meant to be k*nky. If you think so, I’ll bonk you in the head with Jack’s heels

Notes: Okay so, this idea was born after the reveal of the full Fairy Gala2 sprites and I loved Jack’s outfit until I saw the rest of it… the top parts? Good, decent, very Jack-ish. The pants? The heels? Atrocious but that’s just my opinion, who cares right? So I got into this spiral of picturing the fact that Jack never wore this type of thing and as someone who wears heels sometimes, yeah the lack of practice is an enemy :) and I never asked nobody to massage my pained tired feet so, I wanted to imagine making Jack feel better. This also turned more deep in feelings matter, the good old hurt/comfort thing that I love doing with Jack. He fits so well with this trope!! I said once in another fic for him but if you don’t have ideas for Jack, first think of hurt/comfort. It’s a solid start!

And for a title-context: to say that someone has “magic hands”, means that this person is very skilled with their hands. In Brazil, we say “oh, you have ‘fairy hands’ (or hands of a fairy)”. Shoutout to @lovetals who first heard of this idea <3

And for last but not least, happy birthday to me~

Fairy Hands

Jack always had the ability and patience to endure everything.

Being the eldest of three brothers, he sometimes had to act as a “father” for the younger ones. As a tall guy, everyone asked him to pick up things that were out of reach — or too tall on the shelf. As a strong young man, he impressed students with how much weight he carried. For his newest friends, he needed to be mature and rational and know how to stop them from getting into trouble.

But even Achilles had his heel. Well, an analogy not very welcome at that time, was what you thought.

You still hadn’t quite understood what the fairies wanted with the school — always the NRC, always — and the weather was so chaotic outside that you didn’t even know how to get from place to place without getting a heat shock. But seeing the boys training a fashion show for the fairies, it was obvious that long days lay ahead.

And Jack might not survive until there because of the heel they forced him to wear.

It was a silver high-heeled shoe with a somewhat simple design. Strings braided the boy’s ankles like gladiator sandals. A strong heel to support a tall, muscular figure, like Atlas holding the world on his shoulders.

But as much as Jack tried all the time to stay steady and not miss the steps or the choreography once again, you could see the suffering on the surface of his eyes.

The posture he was forced to have so as not to destabilize himself, the care at every step so as not to fall. The weight of hardships is often shaped from person to person. Some can handle almost anything, others almost nothing. Some people may face an iceberg, but they can’t face a piano.

“Come on, Jack,” Vil clapped his hands. “High heels never killed anyone.”

You checked the clock, bitterly. Luckily it was almost time to leave because another fifteen minutes and maybe that statistic would actually change.

It was painful to watch that rehearsal. Silver nearly falling asleep while walking, Ortho’s gears needing oil because of the sudden humidity, and Jack feeling like an elephant walking a tightrope. At one point, when he walked back, you needed to run to hold him so as not to fall into a false step.

Jack sighed to himself, tired. Suddenly he looked back and exclaimed. “Silver-senpai!”

The Diasomnia senior woke up just in time before crashing head-on into a mirror on the opposite side of the room. By the great seven, Silver was one point away from developing sleepwalking.

“Thank you, Jack,” he smiled back at the freshman gratefully and then yawned.

You looked at the heel of Silver’s low boots, small and humble. Why didn’t they choose something like that for Jack? He didn’t need to get taller than he already was.

But that discussion could wait. You led Jack to a bench near the wall going as comfortably slow as possible because the pain of wearing that shoe was equated with the desire to take it off. He couldn’t force himself too much. Still, Jack’s ears were attentive to everything.

Maybe it was a Big Brother Syndrome or the result of spending too much time with Ace and Deuce, but Jack paid close attention to everything and cared about his peers even when he should care more about himself. In fact, from what you could see, even in the opportunities to be selfish, he eventually would put the needs of others first.

When you needed him most to face Leona and Azul. That day, that moment, that exact second. Always. Only fair that you want to take care of Jack.

You finally got to sit on the bench. Jack almost melted there, body and mind allowing himself a single second of vulnerability — and that was all that lasted. Pulling himself together, he crossed his legs and took off his high heels.

You were then taken aback by the state of Jack’s foot up close. Taking the shoe from his hands — suppressing a protective urge to aggressively throw it far away from your beloved boyfriend — and setting it aside, you knelt on the ground to analyze that poor, exhausted foot.

“Huh... are you alright?,” Jack asked awkwardly.

You made that same expression when you analyzed strange plants in potions class — these too exotic for the world you used to live in.

But before your eyes was something not strange, but heartbreaking. And agonizing to your own feet. Marks from the high heel’s laces stood out around Jack’s ankles, leaving his skin slightly red and irritated with skin rash. No wonder it was hurting more than it should.

Because, usually, wearing high heels hurts those who aren’t used to it and gets worse when it isn’t properly shod.

“You can’t tighten the shoelace so much or your skin will get irritated like that,” you advised him, looking at his foot from all possible angles. “Looks like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

Jack ended up not asking what the hell Thanksgiving was — maybe he would do it later. At that moment, the information about your world that you sometimes let slip could make him curious another time. He took off the other shoe, frustrated. In addition to suffering an entire afternoon, the blame mainly came from him.

Not that he could know what to do! Give a vacuum cleaner to a cat and maybe the animal will do a better job — though the Ramshackle Ghosts gave a full account of how bad an idea it was.

“I was afraid that if it were too loose, I would fall,” Jack explained, and then sighed. “I'll... try again tomorrow.…”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“No…,” you lightly touched his foot, and he stifled a groan. “…very much…”

Who was he fooling? Or rather, who did you think you were talking to? Jack Howl wouldn’t admit when he wanted to carry your groceries just to help you, obviously he wouldn't be any different with his own pain. Poor thing.

No, maybe it wasn’t the right way to look at the situation.

You knew Jack was already feeling bad about tying his shoe in the worst way possible, pitying him would only make him feel worse. And that’s not what you wanted. You were determined to do something to help. That’s why Crowley called you a Beast Tamer!

You looked around. Ace had already fled from there centuries ago, Silver was led by a talkative and animated Rook back to Diasomnia and little Ortho commented with Vil and Crewel on the fabulous mechanisms created by his older brother. They were far away enough to not listen or see about what was going on with you two.

It would be easier to convince Jack that way.

“If you want, I can do a massage,” you dropped this sentence on the air.

Because of his tiredness, Jack took a good minute to understand your words and you knew the exact moment of it because his eyes widened in size, distracting you a little because of the golden glow — maybe a little scared — of that beautiful gaze. Jack’s first words were actually small breaths of air before he spoke very quietly:

“M-massage? On my feet?”

“Why would I do it on someone else’s feet?,” you took a deep breath after retorting, not wanting to be rude beyond the limit.

“B-but... but…”

It's something couples do! Jack wanted to scream but there were still people in the room.

And in a way, there wasn’t much reason for such a scandal. You were a couple after all. But it seemed too soon. Jack was used to seeing more established couples — read: married — doing this type of thing.

How many times has he seen his mother offer his father a foot massage when he came home tired from work? Or the other way around: his father doing the same thing when his mother was exhausted and in the times when she was pregnant with each of their three children?

It was such a simple and intimate thing in a way. There was a certain degree of trust put into this action, a sense of comfort that only the person who loves you too much can offer.

Maybe it’s not something restricted to couples only, but it’s the only thing Jack could think of.

He wouldn’t go so far as to massage Leona’s feet and even for Ruggie — another veteran he greatly admired — the most he would do was to look after exfoliating soaps and other things that should manage to help foot stay soft and healthy. And how about you? Jack held his own face, trying to control himself.

He needed focus.

“I promise not to make it weird,” you said suddenly, drawing his attention. Your hands were raised in a sign of promise. “And if you get bothered, just say so. I let go of your foot faster than a hot potato.”

You both looked at his feet at the same time and you regretted making that comparison.

“O-okay... just a little,” Jack said and you nodded happily.

You tried to get up from there as calmly as possible, but you were so glad that you managed to convince your stubborn boyfriend to get help — and it was so obvious. You darted around the room in search of a towel, some cream, and Jack’s normal uniform to already have it on hand.

He watched you in the distance, moving his foot in small circles despite the difficulty. He thought it would alleviate the pain but he could hear something cracking along the way.

Maybe that was one of the reasons he never saw Mrs. Howl wear high-heels at all, just sneakers. She was already tall enough compared to other women and didn’t need to overtake her husband’s already tower height. And those shoes can be awful when they want to be.

“Where is the Prefect going this time?,” Vil asked as he approached.

“Ah…,” Jack swallowed hard, not knowing if he should answer or lie. Damn, were his ears down? They certainly were. Why wasn’t the day over yet?

“Lock the door when you get out, okay? Whatever you're gonna do. Practice, in fact, makes perfection.”

Jack smacked himself on the forehead for misinterpreting that for a brief second — rehearsal practice! — but Vil didn’t seem to notice. He gave the keys to the room and said goodbye to his friend, rubbing his own arms a little as he opened the door and received some cold air. The temperature was still chaotic.

Finally you two were alone. You suddenly appeared with a bunch of things in your arms and after organizing everything, you sat down and used your knee as a temporary support to put Jack’s foot. You looked like a shoe store clerk or someone about to propose.

What was more embarrassing to imagine?

“You ready?,” you asked and Jack sighed a “yes”.

He closed his eyes, tense and bracing himself mentally for whatever reaction he would have — you swallowed a comment about you just massaging him, not squeezing a pimple. But after the first touch, Jack gradually relaxed.

You first passed a cream with a light touch of coconut scent. Because of the strange room temperature, the cream felt warm, and you wrapped his foot with all care, massaging it up and down. You could feel all of Jack’s tension, his body felt harder than a rock.

He was exhausted. A little regretful but still certain that he would do his best to help with the mission. Squeezing that restless foot, you wondered if people didn’t expect too much from him sometimes. They asked too much too often.

You just wanted Jack to relax from time to time. When all this fuss gets over, you’re sure to do something fun and quiet together! You would make it happen!

“Hey!,” Jack's exclamation scared you for a second.

It wasn’t for nothing, you just squeezed the middle of his foot a little too tight.

“Sorry! I got carried away for a moment,” you said, pushing your hands away quickly.

“Alright, just... pay more attention, okay?”

Jack refused to look directly at you, but all he did was swap his left foot for his right. That made you a little more cheerful. It was a small token of his confidence, no big deal — but it meant everything to you.

The process from before was repeated and you tried to be as attentive as possible this time. The dance hall was in complete silence. There was only some kind of a paced movement of something hitting in the air. For a minute, you were distracted by Jack’s flapping tail, but with a clearing of his throat, you turned your gaze back to what you were doing.

He didn’t want to say that his feet were hurting more than usual. Running and exercising always produced a tired body, but as time went on, Jack got used to the pain and made it a mere unfortunate nuisance that was easy to pull to the back of his mind.

That foot pain, though? As a child, Jack and Vil once found a book of morbid tales and one of them was of a lady who wore beautiful bright red iron shoes and danced to her death — or something, he erased that memory over the years to get close to red sneakers again.

But it was how he was feeling at the time.

Jack wanted to simply put the blame entirely and solely on his lack of ability to wear those shoes, but it was much more than that — although that was still one of the reasons. He was frustrated with a lot of things.

They had an important mission, Leona and the whole school were counting on them to resolve the situation. Part of Jack shared Ace’s complaints about the fairies making such a mess unnecessarily, though he didn’t verbalize any of it. He wanted to make everything work out and be able to fulfill the goal.

But Jack didn’t intend to do anything like this again.

Truth be told, there was no way anyone could be good at everything. He was doing his best, but would it be enough? Could he meet the expectations of others? Even if he wasn’t made for that kind of thing? At least, he didn’t have to worry about what you thought.

This was obvious from the way you so patiently held and massaged his foot as if it were a piece of expensive tapestry that you were carefully folding and smoothing, pulling out all imperfections, relieving stress from the fabric. Jack only knew this because it was the way his mother advised him to keep a good bed with comfortable sheets.

Staring at you from that high point, the uncomfortable feeling of standing still doing nothing and the comfort of receiving a lovely care act were fighting like angry wolves in his heart, wrapped in the silvery glow of the Moon and the thin blouse he wore.

Jack wondered how you were able to do things like that with him.

Your touch was gentle and pleasant, charged with a sweetness you didn’t share with anyone else. At least not the way he received it. If you gave sugar to your friends, Jack received the most tightly sealed and expensive honey, with a spoon chosen especially for him. Did you really love him that much?

Did you find him enough, even though he was still incomplete and immature at times? In what you circled his heel, what were your thoughts? Jack could only watch you and torture himself with the doubts he didn’t have the courage to express.

Slowly, he ended up distracting himself bit by bit from the pain. It was still there, but your presence alone took that alert away from his nerves. Jack knew he would walk again the next day thanks to you and he felt extremely grateful. He would find a way to compensate you later for all that.

As you were finishing massaging him, you noticed Jack start to pull the flowers out of his hair, the two bracelets and the necklace he had around his neck. It made you smile.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A little,” Jack answered when he pulled the last plant out of his hair, the largest with white “petals”. It was too stiff to be an actual flower in all honesty. “I think I can already walk to my dorm, at least.”

“Oh, okay. Just when I was getting it right…,” you sighed. “Can we do this more often? I m-mean, I don't want you to bruise your feet for anything! Of course not! But...!”

“Yes.”

It took you a moment to absorb that response.

“Are you serious?!,” your voice ended up sounding loud in the empty room.

“Not all the time but, I think, yeah, it's okay.”

Jack looked away from you to the echeveria elegans — the “Mexican snowball”, a succulent — in one of his hands, the free one going automatically behind the back of his neck. He just hoped you were excited and distracted enough not to notice how flustered he was.

“Yay!,” you ended up putting your hands on your cheeks. “Um. “

There was a solid minute of silence. Jack stared at you as you took a little sniff, smelling sweat and cream mingle on your face and reaching your sense of smell. A strange feeling, to say the least.

“I… I really shouldn't have done that.”

Jack couldn’t stand it and laughed a little.

“Finally a normal reaction.”

“H-how dare you! I have normal reactions!”

“No, you don’t. You? Where? When?,” he gave another light laugh and you saw his smile increase, to the point that you could see his extremely white fangs glowing.

If Jack knew how much that smile played with your heart, he would also be as embarrassed as you were. But you wouldn’t say anything. Not when Jack smiled at you like that, making the Sun marvel at the golden glow of his gaze and the Moon envy him for his silvery, gentle light.

Jack didn’t need to be a flower to be admired. He had his own kind of beauty, something that you would nurture to stay in your memory until the very end of your days.

Because you got distracted for that brief moment, Jack ended up leaving the echeveria on top of your hair. While he picked up his normal shoes, you touched the little white succulent and held it carefully in front of you.

“I think that ends today then,” you suddenly commented.

“Thank goodness,” Jack tapped his foot one last time to adjust his shoe, and then quickly turned to you, a little desperate. “I'm not talking about this moment! It’s this day in general! That... that whole thing! Not you!”

“I know, don't worry. It's just, I'm gonna have to go back to Ramshackle, you go back to Savanaclaw, and... it's always lonely coming back.”

“I will accompany you there.”

“No, that's not it. In fact, you don't even have to do it today! I don't want to abuse you just because your feet got better.”

Jack gave you a small smile and stroked the top of your head, putting a little pressure — light, gentle — on you to bend down a little and not see how much he looked at you sweetly. If he had the courage and the necessary romantic streak, he would have picked up one of his hair-flowers and proposed to you right there. It was how much he loved you from the bottom of his heart.

“You don't have to worry about that. I’ve already promised that if I need it, I’ll call you again. Thanks for the, um, massage,” he gulped but just for a second. “You have fairy hands.”

At this, Jack relieved the grip on his hand and as he walked, it passed over your head in a stroke so fine as to be elegant. You stared at his back as he continued, resistant.

It was time for your heart to beat again and Jack to call your name for you to go out together — or he would leave you alone there, it was your second choice. You laughed and as you followed him, you closed the door. Feelings forever in bloom.

Special Notes: Ik it’s explained already about the “Mexican snowball” flower/succulent but I want to make a disclaimer that this is the most similar plant I found to name the one Jack is wearing in his card, so I’m not 100% sure about it but it serves the purposes of this story. Another curious fact is that, in portuguese, this plant is called “stone rose”.

#twisted wonderland #jack howl #jack howl x reader #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst fanfic #fluff #hurt and comfort #cherry's writing #cherry's mumbling about twst

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erinlindsayy · 2 years

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these broken pieces of us || rhekker

for the lovely @avasrhodes

➺ warnings: implied sexual assault, brief mention of past childhood abuse, self harm, connor is worried about ava, this does have a sort of happy/hopeful ending

✧ a/n: i have rhekker brainrot and i love torturing them oops

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★ requests are open–I write for a number of fandoms! just ask :)

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Ava never intended for Connor to find out about her recent foray into old habits, never intended for him to walk in on her undressing from a surgery, sharp red marks under her ribs painfully stark against the sharp contrast of her pale skin.

Then again, she never intended for that godforsaken dinner to turn into something far worse, never expected Cornelius Rhodes to fail to comprehend the meaning of the word ‘no’, to expect sexual favors in return for the donation, because sure--he was an ass, but she didn’t take him for the sort of man to...

She was wrong.

She could still feel his wrists on hers, could feel her brain tense at the knowledge of what was about to happen, because it had happened to her before when she was younger, the warmth of his breath against her skin and--

She shudders at the memory.

“Ave--” Connor starts. “What’s going on?”

Ava quickly tugs her sweater over her frail form, mumbling some lame excuse about tripping and breaking a vase. It’s half hearted at best, but she’s too exhausted to think of anything better.

Connor crosses the room, urging Ava to meet his eyes. He hadn’t intended on saying anything--he hasn’t really wanted to see her, let alone speak to her, but the girl has been withering away in front of his very eyes, and regardless of how pissed off he is, he still cares.

“Ava. Come on. Talk to me.”

Ava just shakes her head.

“‘M fine, Connor--really. Don’t you have other things to be doing?”

Her snark is weak, and she’s already on the verge on crying--or screaming, or vomiting, or worse--she can’t quite tell, and she just wants to go home and block out the world. She knows she’s spiraling--has been since that horrible night when... everything happened.

But at least then, she’d had Connor. She’d had Sarah, she’d had her support system, she’d had some semblance of hope.

And then, Connor had ripped into her without any thought, confirming to her that he did, in fact, believe his father--Ava had slept with Cornelius.

His father had just left out the crucial detail: nothing about that instance was consensual.

“You’ve lost weight, Ava, the bags under your eyes are bordering on mimicking that of a raccoon, and now you’ve got gashes that we both know aren’t from a vase. What is really going on?”

Connor stares at her with burning intensity, and Ava is faced with a choice: lie, and tell Connor that she’s fine, and that she can handle this on her own, or tell him the truth, and hope like hell that he’ll believe her.

After a few moments pause, the truth slips from Ava’s lips, a slippery slimey squalid thing, seeping from her very soul like black ichor from an infected wound. She’s sobbing by the time she gets to the end, and she’s ashamed--she hates being vulnerable like this, and she hates that Connor still manages to pull it out of her, no matter how awful and cold he’s been towards her over the past few months.

“This won’t change anything between us, Connor. I promise. You can continue to stay away, and if it’s easier for you, you can just keep seeing me as a monster. I’m already sort of damaged to begin with, anyways. You can just pretend I didn’t say anything, and we’ll both figure out ways to keep going forward. Just... forget I said anything.”

Connor sighs.

“You just don’t get it, Avey. This changes everything. You’ve been harming yourself for god knows how long, and you’re just now telling me about it? And not only that--my father is part of the catalyst for all of it? Why didn’t you tell me what he did?”

Ava turns away from him.

“How was I supposed to tell you? How was I supposed to know that you’d have my back after you were so inclined to believe your father over me, when you’d already painted me as a vicious temptress--a monster, really? You already broke my heart, Connor. I wasn’t about to have you tell me that I was lying about being a victim as well.”

Connor is visibly shocked. He’d fallen prey to his father’s manipulations yet again, and this time, Ava had been the one harmed. He’d ignored her, had broken things off, had left her stranded on a sinking raft, so blinded by his father’s snaked silver tongue, and she’d been crumbling, rot decaying her very bones down to her soul.

He walks over to her, tentative hand reaching out towards her shoulder. She flinches away from his touch, and Connor can’t tell if it’s from instinct, or disgust towards him, but either way--it breaks his heart.

Ava, ever so snarky and confident, brilliantly fierce and caring, had been suffering miserably, and he’d been so caught up in everything else that he’d completely abandoned her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, eyes falling to the ground. “I should’ve been there for you, and I should’ve realized my father was scheming.”

Ava doesn’t respond, but she does lean into his touch, body softening towards him.

“I still love you, Avey. I never stopped--I just couldn’t deal with the idea of you manipulating me, and it’s not the first time a girlfriend had used me to get to my father and his money, and I just... I panicked. Please forgive me.”

The last part is whispered, voice trailing off. Connor knows he has messed up, but he isn’t lying about his love.

“I didn’t just want to be your girlfriend,” Ava whispers. “I wanted everything with you. All of it. But you left. And you took my heart with you.”

Connor moves to wrap his arms around Ava, pulling her close. This time, she doesn’t flinch away.

“This changes everything, Ave. We can fix this. We’ll get through this--together, alright? I won’t leave you again.”

“Promise,” Ava mumbles, face pressed against Connor’s chest.

“Promise,” he responds. “Although, I might need to punch my father in the face. Again.”

#rhekker #ava bekker x connor rhodes #chicago med #one chicago #angst

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Happy 30th Birthday, Buck!

A/N: In honor of my 30th birthday today, I decided to write a self-indulgent fic about Buck turning 30 and thinking over his life to date and what he wants out of life. Even though I’m a Scorpio, I fully believe that Buck is the epitome of a Leo, protective, loyal, and always ready to help others. Enjoy!!! You can also read this on Ao3 here.

Rating: General

Word Count: 1,137

Buck had never really enjoyed his birthday until he started working at the 118. Sure, he and Maddie had celebrated throughout their childhood, but his parents never really seemed too interested in his birthday, leaving the majority of the planning up to Maddie. Not that Buck minded of course.

So when Buck came into the firehouse on July 28th and made his way up to the kitchen, he was greeted with a big hug from Bobby and the sight of a homemade chocolate cake that he just knew his father figure had baked for his birthday. And if Buck had to blink back a few tears, that was his secret.

“Happy Birthday kid,” Bobby smiled as he pulled Buck into a second hug, letting the younger man tuck his face against his neck to relish in the parental comfort for just a few more moments.

“Happy Birthday Buck! It’s the big 3-0 isn’t it?” Chimney grinned as he stood up to give Buck a hug once he’d pulled back from Bobby.

“Our little Buck is now thirty,” Hen fake sniffled as she joined Chimney in ambushing Buck with a hug.

Buck blushed as he melted into the hugs before pulling back to share a smile with Eddie, then letting himself fall into his best friend’s arms for a final warm hug.

“So how does it feel? Any different than twenty-nine?” Eddie asked curiously as he pulled out a chair for Buck to sit down.

Buck bit his lip as he mulled over Eddie’s question, staring intensely at the two numeric candles standing upright in the frosting of the cake, watching as Bobby lit them.

“We can get philosophical after Buck blows out his candles,” Bobby teased as he finished lighting the zero and nodding for the group to start singing.

To be honest, Buck had no idea what he was going to wish for. Sure there was something he greatly wanted, something he had hoped to have by thirty. A partner and kids. But that wasn’t the kind of wish that a candle on a cake could bring, and at this point, Buck had all but given up complete hope that he was ever going to find his forever person.

Being brought out of his thoughts by the final verse of ‘Happy Birthday', Buck smiled at the faces of his found family, the ones that meant more to him than his parents ever had, and for a brief moment, he thought that might be enough.

‘Screw it,’ Buck thought, locking eyes with Eddie for a brief second before he took a deep breath and blew out the candles wishing for what he thought was the impossible.

Buck slowly opened his eyes as everyone cheered, wrinkling his nose as Hen ruffled his hair affectionately.

“Back to Eddie’s question, how do you feel Buckaroo? Being thirty?” Chimney asked as he sat down on Buck’s right, Eddie taking his usual spot on Buck’s left.

“To be completely honest. I thought I was going to have it all figured out by thirty, you know? The career. The family. The partner. Kids. But after the failed relationships, I’m not so sure. All I know now is that I’ve got this job and I’ve got you all. And that might just have to be enough,” Buck shrugged as Bobby placed a thick slice of cake down in front of him.

“Buck. Sure it didn’t work out with Abby, or Ali, or Taylor. But no one ever truly has it all figured out by thirty. Just look at everyone here. I applied for medical school in my late 30s,” Hen frowned as she looked across the table at Buck.

“And I didn’t meet Maddie, or have Jei until my 40s, and Maddie didn’t meet me until her 30s Buckaroo. There’s still time for you,” Chimney piped up, settling his hand on Buck’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Athena and I didn’t fall in love until after we’d both already had our own separate lives and families. Love will happen when you least expect it, Buck. It’ll blindside you. You just have to be willing to take that leap,” Bobby smiled as he served the rest of the group.

“And I never thought I’d date again after Shannon. Sure, it didn’t work out with Ana, but I’ve still got Chris and my family, and you’ve got all of us. Especially Chris and I. Speaking of Chris, he wants you to come over for a birthday dinner tonight. My mom and Abuela taught him how to make your favorite enchiladas,” Eddie smiled, gently nudging Buck’s shoulder with his own for emphasis.

Hen bit back a grin as she watched the exchange and cleared her throat. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone that’s caught your eye recently? Someone that maybe has been right in front of your nose this whole time?” she asked, covering a small snort with a cough as Eddie glared at her, shaking his head disapprovingly.

Thankfully for Eddie, or unthankfully, depending on how you viewed it, Buck didn’t notice the glare Eddie had given Hen.

“Huh? I’m not sure I follow. Am I missing something?” Buck asked in confusion as he looked from Chimney to Hen, to Bobby, and finally, to Eddie.

“Oh yeah. Big-time,” Chimney grinned, unable to stop his laughter as he finally broke down giggling.

“I’m confused. What am I supposed to have noticed? Who am I supposed to have noticed?” Buck asked in exasperation as he looked at Eddie, practically begging the other man to let him in on the secret he was apparently excluded from.

Biting his bottom lip, Eddie took a deep breath through his nose before he leveled Buck with a look.

“Me. I have liked you since the day I walked into this building. Hell, Chris already thinks of you as a second dad! I was just scared to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin this,” Eddie motioned between the two of them. “We work so well together out of work and at work, and I was worried that if I made a move, and it didn’t work out, that I would mess everything up. But I’m ready to take that leap. I know this is a lot to unload on you. So you don’t have to say anything yet,” he quickly rambled.

His words however were cut off by Buck leaning forward to kiss him, both of them forgetting they were at work until Bobby cleared his throat.

“As happy as I am for the two of you. And I am. We’re going to need to fill out some HR paperwork tomorrow after you two talk about this.”

“Yeah, of course,” Buck nodded eagerly, figuring that turning thirty might not be too bad and that maybe it really was the true beginning of his life.

#911 fanfic #911 fic #911 firefam #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie fic

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