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supernovafics · 3 months

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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k words

warnings: explicit language, (slight) jealous!steve, brief mention of blood/injury (reader has a lil fall)

summary: in which everything has changed for steve after that night at the bar and morning in your bed, but he hasn’t admitted that to you yet. being honest is much harder than he thought it would be and no moment feels completely right, so he continues to pretend that nothing has changed. but, a day at the park playing basketball with you makes it feel a thousand times harder to keep the secret

author's note: the slow burn will end one day (eventually) (i promise) i just love dragging things out for absolutely no reason<3 (i’m sorry!)<333 anyways enjoy this very slight jealous!steve moment! he’s a bit of an asshole in this but also like not really and it’s only kinda for a second

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Winter 1986

It actually wasn’t all that surprising when Steve asked you to go to the park— that Saturday marked the first slightly warm day in months.

And maybe saying that he “asked you” was a bit of a stretch because this felt more like a hostage situation; one that you technically orchestrated since, as one of his Christmas presents, you promised that you would play basketball with him one time. And today, on one of the first few days of March, he decided to drag you out of the apartment and to the park that was a quick drive away and had semi-nice basketball courts.

You changed out of your typical Saturday attire, which simply consisted of a hoodie and shorts, and into a cream-colored t-shirt that said, “Sports Suck. And you do too” in black lettering, Steve got it for you for your birthday, and it felt almost too fitting for this moment. You also had on a pair of black athletic shorts that had been your usual attire during high school gym class.

“You’re the only person that I would ever subject myself to doing this for,” You said to Steve as you stepped out of his car and grabbed the basketball that had been sitting at your sneaker covered feet during the drive. “So, I hope you understand how huge of a deal this is.”

Steve laughed a bit. “I know, and I feel honored that you’re risking your life by doing this for me right now.”

“You say that jokingly, but I brought a first aid kit just in case this ends badly,” You said and handed the basketball over to him. “So, what’s first? A riveting round of HORSE?”

“Before we play any games, and I beat you at all of them, let’s just shoot around for a bit so you can get used to it. Was the last time you played basketball really at my eleventh birthday party?” He asked, shooting the ball from a little bit in front of the three-point line as he spoke and making it almost too effortlessly.

You grabbed the ball as it bounced on the court and then took a shot. You were standing much closer to the basket than Steve had been but still missed.

“If that didn’t just answer your question, yes, your birthday party was the last time I even thought about playing. I actually think it was that day that made me realize I should stay away from all sports.”

“You hadn’t been that bad back then.”

You gave him a look. “Steve, I hit your grandma with a basketball. I missed a shot so bad that it hit her.”

It was that day that you were banned from using the basketball hoop in Steve’s backyard, rightfully so.

“Okay, yeah, but she was fine and forgave you immediately. And even made sure you got an extra piece of cake when you started crying because of how bad you felt,” He said, tossing the ball to you so that you could try another shot.

“Still doesn’t change the fact that I’m horrible at this,” You said before taking a breath and shooting the ball. You missed again, but it at least hit the rim that time.

“That’s progress,” Steve said and gave you an encouraging smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Exactly twenty-three minutes had passed, and the only reason that you were keeping close track of the time was because when Steve had dragged you out of the apartment, you told him that you’d only be playing for an hour; unless you somehow turned into a prodigy.

You had lost count of how many times you shot the basketball, but you knew that the number of times you successfully made a basket was four. It was an embarrassingly low number, and you definitely were not a prodigy, but each time you surprisingly made a shot, you’d gasp in shock and Steve would whoop happily and give you an enthusiastic high five while saying that the pointers he was giving you were working. You weren’t entirely sure that was true— and it wasn’t because he was a bad teacher, you were just a bad student. You were certain that each shot you made was based on pure luck and simple probability; if you kept shooting the ball, you’d eventually end up making something.

And when you told Steve exactly that, he only shook his head at you. “No, you made those four shots because you’re good.”

How happy and positive he was being about this entire thing was the only thing that made it bearable.

You laughed a bit. “I love you and your encouragement, but that is such an overstatement.”

“For someone that hasn’t even touched a basketball in eight years, you are good.”

“Thank you,” You said with an amused smile on your face instead of rebutting his statement. “I’ll make sure to try out for the local rec team when the time comes.”

“That’s a great idea. I’ll coach you to help you prepare,” Steve said jokingly, and you only laughed in response.

You were about to ask him to toss you the ball, but a group of guys walking past you two, probably headed to the empty hoop on the other side of the court, caught your attention for a second instead. There were four of them and one smiled at you as he passed by you and Steve and he was kind of cute so you smiled back.

You were completely unaware, but there was something about that smile you gave the guy that made Steve have to look away from the entire nonverbal interaction and focus on the basketball in his hand instead. All too quickly he wanted to blurt it all out, everything that had hit him so abruptly that morning in your bed barely two weeks ago.

I love you. I’m in love with you.

For the most part, that thought was the only thing that consumed his mind these days, especially when you two were together; which of course was way more often than not.

There had probably been at least a hundred moments where he almost accidentally let it slip. Hours after it all had hit him, you two were sitting on the couch mindlessly watching some random sitcom and you leaned your head on his shoulder and he was so close to simply whispering it to you. And then when you two were in your Film and TV history class that Tuesday and writing unserious notes back and forth to one another in the margins of his notebook, he wanted to just write the five words down and slide the notebook back over to you. And just last night when you two were driving to the movie theater to see something with Robin and Eddie, he felt the urge to say it when a stupid love song that felt as if it cheesily summed up exactly how he was feeling came on the radio.

However, he would always bite his tongue right before he told you because he was waiting for that perfect moment to be honest with you, and nothing felt entirely right just yet. And it especially didn’t feel like a good time in this moment where you were smiling at some guy that wasn’t him and a certain feeling that could only be deemed as jealousy sat in the pit of his stomach.

Steve cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to him and then he tossed the ball to you. “Your turn.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The first round of HORSE was started and finished barely fifteen minutes later, quickly ending with Steve winning. Even though you could tell that he was going very easy on you and trying to let you win, you still somehow managed to lose.

“This loss feels so much more embarrassing knowing that you were trying to let me win,” You had said after you missed your shot and got an “E.”

“I wasn’t,” Steve told you with a shake of his head and you only gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him.

You reached down to grab the ball and stop it from rolling away, but you somehow tripped over nothing but your own feet and landed hard on the ground.

You yelped as you collided with the concrete. Luckily, you thought fast enough to put your hands out so that you didn’t completely faceplant. “Ouch. Shit.”

Steve was by your side in an instant and started helping you up. “Are you okay?”

You could only shrug in response to his question at first as you stood up with the help of his hand on your arm.

“Okay, just kidding, that moment was a lot more embarrassing than losing the game,” You told him. When you looked down and saw the deep scrape on your knee and the blood already starting to rise from the wound, you immediately had to look away from it. “I put the first aid kit in the backseat.”

“What? You actually brought it? I thought you were joking,” Steve said, keeping an arm around you as he helped you walk over to the car and opened the passenger side door so that you could sit down.

“Of course, I wasn’t joking. It felt inevitable that something like this would happen,” You said as you sat sideways in the passenger seat so that your feet were on the ground, and then you grabbed a couple napkins from the glove compartment to place it on your knee and help stop the bleeding. “Honestly, I’m surprised this didn’t happen in the first five minutes.”

Steve grabbed the first aid kit before kneeling down in front of you and you looked at the four guys down at the end of the court. They were playing a two against two game and the one that smiled at you earlier just made a shot at the three-point line.

You stopped looking at him and instead focused on the top of Steve’s head. “Ugh, I can’t believe I just fell in front of that cute guy.”

“Maybe he didn’t even see,” Steve mumbled with a quick shrug.

“I doubt that,” You said and then sighed. “These last few weeks have been very humbling. First, things immediately going downhill with Jamie, and now this.”

Steve didn’t know how things had ended with Jamie, you had yet to tell him the exact reasoning, but selfishly he had been glad that they did. Although he couldn’t find it in him to tell you the truth just yet, the thought of now having to see you with anyone else annoyed him.

You tapped his shoulder so that he would look up at you. “It would be a bad idea if I went up to him and asked for his number, right?”

“Yeah, it would,” Steve answered, pulling his eyes away from yours and focusing on grabbing something from the first aid kit instead. His words were a lie, for the most part— he personally would’ve thought it was cute if a girl did that to him. He immediately felt like shit for lying to you, but not enough to go back on what he said.

You nodded at his response. “Okay.”

You kept your eyes away from what Steve was doing as he cleaned up your knee, looking up at the sky instead until he was done and placing the large band-aid over it.

“Thanks,” You said and smiled at him.

He looked up at you for a brief moment before standing up and simply giving you a small nod. He went over to grab the basketball, which had rolled into the grass, and then put it in the backseat.

The drive back to the apartment was quiet and it felt more like Steve’s doing than yours. He suddenly seemed distant, maybe even mad at you, and the abrupt shift felt so odd.

You looked over at him. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine.”

It felt pretty clear that he wasn’t fine, though. You could tell that he was annoyed at you for reasons that you couldn’t decipher and that only made you annoyed as well. You didn’t even play with the radio during the drive back to the apartment, you just sat there with your arms folded across your chest as you stared out the window.

You wondered if the prevailing silence bothered him as much as it bothered you, but then that question didn’t even matter because he was pulling into the parking lot of the apartment building and parking in the usual open spot next to your car, and you were unbuckling your seatbelt.

“What happened with you and Jamie?” Steve asked before you could open the door and step out of his car. “You never really talked about it.”

The abruptness of the question surprised you; and it wasn’t even the question itself that was the surprising part, it was more so the timing of it. Was that why he decided to randomly get mad at you? Because you never told him what happened on that dumb date? And why the hell would it even matter at this point?

You weren’t even entirely sure why you hadn’t told Steve the full extent of what happened. When you came back from the date that night, you only said that things had gone badly.

You turned to look at Steve. “He didn’t like you.”

His eyebrows furrowed at that. “What?”

“Well, not you necessarily, but us; our friendship,” You said, looking down at your band-aid-covered knee. “When me and him went on the date, he asked about what my emergency was and why I had to cancel the date the first time, and I told him about your accidental phone call and you being drunk at the bar and me having to go get you, and he didn’t see that as much of an emergency; especially since you had wanted Eddie to pick you up. He thought it was a little weird how easily I canceled plans to go do something for you, and the whole night kind of shifted awkwardly from there.”

You remembered that entire conversation perfectly, and you honestly couldn’t even get that annoyed with Jamie when he said any of that because you didn’t think that your priorities would ever be able to change. Steve would probably always be at the top of your unwritten list, and you had come to the conclusion that whoever else wanted to be in your life would just have to deal with that.

“Oh.”

You looked at him curiously. “What?”

“Nothing,” Steve shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

Hearing him say that only confused you. “Sorry for what?”

He was quiet for a long moment before sighing. “I don’t know…”

“Is that why you were mad at me just now? Because I didn’t tell you what happened on the date?”

“No, I don’t even know why I brought it up right now, I was just curious,” He said with a shrug before meeting your gaze. “And I’m not mad at you for anything. I promise.”

“Okay…” You said as you found one of his hands and gave it a light squeeze. “So, what’s up with you? Clearly, something’s wrong, right? Is it something with your parents?”

“No, nothing with them,” He responded, which was an answer that only confused you more. It looked like there were a thousand things going through his head right then, and you couldn’t seem to decipher any of it, which felt foreign to you— you were so used to reading him like a book. “It’s just… it’s kind of hard to explain right now.”

If it really had nothing to do with his parents, you were unsure what else it could be and what else would be difficult to talk to you about. In your head, there wasn’t supposed to be anything that you couldn’t talk to each other about; you were best friends for a reason. It was easy to joke around and playfully banter with one another, but it had also always been easy to have the types of deep and honest conversations that neither of you would ever have with anyone else.

You decided not to push him further in this moment, though. Whatever was going on with him, you knew that he’d tell you eventually.

“It’s okay. Tell me whenever you want to,” You said softly and then decided to say your next words jokingly to shift the mood a bit. “But stop being weird about whatever it is, or I will think that you hate me or something.”

Steve only shook his head at your words at first. “I could never hate you.”

Maybe that was when you should’ve seen it, when you should’ve realized how he felt about you. There was something about the way he said his short statement— so certainly, so truthfully— that should’ve made you connect all of the dots. But, that was the last possible thing on your mind. You would’ve thought that he wanted to move out of the apartment for some random reason before you even considered thinking that he had any sort of romantic feelings toward you. You two had been friends for forever so that just didn’t sound like a plausible thought.

Therefore, instead of any sort of “aha!” moment hitting you right then, you smiled playfully at Steve and said, “Good.”

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foolishlovers · 2 months

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CO-WORKER AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens AUs in which Crowley and Aziraphale are co-workers. (oh my god they were co-workers)

[Requested by anon. You can request more fic recs here.]

Hit me with your ledger by KissMyAsthma (G, 1k) Corporate accountant Aziraphale has been infatuated with his coworker Crowley for a long time, but he has done nothing about it. One day, opportunity strikes and… Sometimes, an accidental nude is all it takes to score a date.

Get Down by AppleSeeds (T, 3k) When Aziraphale calls downstairs asking them to send up someone to fix the fax machine in his office, he doesn't expect them to send the most handsome and stylish man he's ever encountered in his entire life. Hopefully he won't end up doing anything foolish to embarrass himself.

The Piano Serpent by journeytogallifrey (T, 3k) Aziraphale owns The Flaming Sword, which is one of the premier gay bars in London. Everyone knows this… except for their pianist, Crowley. While the regulars take bets over whether he's the clueless straight person he seems, Aziraphale just tries to prevent himself from falling further. But one night Crowley plays a song written specially to honor their regulars, and Aziraphale can't hold the truth in any longer. How will Crowley react? Will the truth really set them free?

Hold the Lift by CemeteryAngel725 (T, 5k) Crowley just wants to get to work on time, but when he gets stuck in a lift with new guy Aziraphale, he ends up with a lot more than he bargained for. See, Aziraphale has this list of 36 questions…

!False (It's Funny Because It's True) by MirjamOmens (E, 6k) Aziraphale drew a long breath through his nose. Crowley, of course it had to be Crowley. The new guy in the sales department, who would promise potential customers just about anything to close a deal. Arrogant, annoying – and wildly, stupidly attractive. Aziraphale hated him. Aziraphale is a stellar software architect and a project manager, who is so done with the sales department selling unrealistically scheduled and budgeted projects. And he definitely doesn't have a crush on anyone, thank you very much.

Bang This Out? by crepesandoysters (E, 9k) As far as work friendships go, Aziraphale and Crowley have won the jackpot. They work well together and know how to make each other laugh, the whole metaphorical package. They could even be called best friends. Or, at least, they could be called that until today. Today comes with a kiss, and the kiss comes with more. A lot more if it were up to them. Except that their workplace seems to have other ideas.

Cock Tales by TawnyOwl95 (E, 12k) Crowley’s love life is on the rocks so he finally swears off men. Typical that his new job places him with a co-worker who's so straight up sexy. Or in which, Aziraphale tries to mix things up, Crowley is shaken and Anathema is a right stirrer. But could a relationship be worth a shot?

I'm Beginning to See the Light by ineffabildaddy (E, 15k) There was Crowley - the paragon of cool, the overlord of apathy, breezing easily through each and every one of their exchanges and giving no fucks while doing so; then there was the anachronistic, cloying Aziraphale, trying and failing not to live life like a Thomas Hardy protagonist, and giving many fucks indeed. Or: Aziraphale has quite the pash on his colleague Crowley, who seems resolutely disinterested in him. As their annual Christmas party progresses, it appears that Crowley may not be as disinterested as Aziraphale first thought.

Wild Hearts by foolishlovers (E, 15k, WIP) In the idyllic English countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the big city, two teachers at Willowbrook Hall set out to transform their students’ lives through the world of theatre. But for Mr. Crowley, the challenge of navigating his long hidden feelings and dear friendship with Mr. Fell may prove to be the greatest drama of all.

House Style by soft_october (M, 24k) “Since that's all settled, the real question is did he give you his number?” Anathema laughed. “He was looking at you the way you look at lunch.” “Forget lunch!” Michael declared. “He was looking at you the way you were looking at him!” Aziraphale is content in his job as an editor at Celestial Publishing, though he could go for a bit less of doing his boss' job for him. But everything goes a bit screwy when the CEO brings in a consultant with plans to build a program that will turn the entire editorial department on its head. If only he wasn't so handsome.

All Lines Are Open by TawnyOwl95, FeralTuxedo (E, 21k) Anthony Crowley, bored host of a trite call-in radio show on Tadfield FM, has very few pleasures in life beyond annoying his long-suffering producer Aziraphale. When a caller reports suspicious activity at the abandoned Tadfield Manor, Crowley is determined to investigate, dragging Aziraphale along. Both of them are going to get more than they bargained for. A local radio AU

Heavenly Wicked Cafe by WaitingToBeBroken (T, 28k, WIP) There is a terribly rude barista that makes amazing coffee and a saint of a barista, whose coffee tastes vile. And they are in love.

i've found a way (a way to make you smile) by curtaincall (T, 40k) Crowley worked in Sales. He had never intended to work in Sales. It had just sort of happened. One moment, there he’d been, a newly minted university graduate off to change the world, exquisitely useless Philosophy degree in hand, and now here he was, having sauntered vaguely downwards into a Hell that consisted mainly of cold-calling new customers and sucking up to existing ones. AU based on The Office.

First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield. by heloluv (M, 41k) Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers. Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye. A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year.

because thinking makes it so by summerofspock, NaroMoreau (E, 41k) It's supposed to be an exchange. An arrangement. Something to make them both feel better and less lonely. But Crowley's never had the brightest ideas.

Tadfield's Finest by angelsnuffbox (E, 51k) The sleepy town of Tadfield is thoroughly shaken by the arrival of DI Crowley. Where barely anything ever happened before, there is now a bustle of low grade criminal activity, and everyone knows where to point the blame. Gabriel thinks he's a bad omen for the town, many others are quick to agree. Meanwhile, Aziraphale from SOCO just thinks he's hot. Ridiculously so.

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

Sugar And Spice by SylWritesStuff, ladydragona (E, 95k, WIP) Queer technology giant Anthony J. Crowley is just about ready to throw in the towel after relationship after relationship has failed, but there's a new barista at the company coffee shop and he's cute and sweet and Crowley's never been able to resist blond hair and blue eyes. The tabloids will have a field day, they always do, but his assistant is getting married and a temp is needed. A temp who really isn't very good at making complicated coffees, has past experience in reception, and absolutely no idea that the latest complicated coffee order came from the owner himself. Aziraphale only knows that he's handsome, patient, and was the first person who told him he was doing well. How could he refuse the temp position? Or, he soon discovers, more.

[you can find more fic rec masterposts here]

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ziipzeepzop-eez · 3 months

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if you still do them, is it okay you do like one shots with ROTTMNT boys and a little sibling reader?

but here’s the thing, the reader is a little pink gecko with yellow spots, they’re around 10 or 9 years old and can run just as fast as sonic the hedgehog and basically have the energy of a golden retriever, they’re like a tiny dragon and it’s adorable yet SO. FREAKING. EXHAUSTING!!

❝ pink bubbles and banana laffy taffy!! ❞

₊˚꒰🥞꒱‧ — 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐠𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

｡˚ 𓂋 🍋﹒✦﹒✿ ˚

❝l ɑׁׅ֮/ꪀׁׅ : okay i had to squeeze this one out because OHMIGOSH it is SO. CUTE!!!! i literally got soso excited when i read this because how did you know i'm legitimately obsessed with geckos?! 😭 i literally downloaded picsart to make that collage and wrote this in the span of a day or two because i got so excited aausghshdh !! fluffybun24, fluffy, darlin'. grips your shoulders and brushes your cheek tenderly. thank you. also, i'm just now realizing you asked for one shots after the fact ajsjjhd I AM SO SORRY I DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL AFTER RE-READING IT after writing this whole thing out XD DX but foremost, i must tell you that i mostly do my fandom writing in headcanon/reaction formats !! :(( one shot(s) aren't really my forte . . . albeit, i do hope this is just as good !! o7

(honorable mention: @agentturtlecupcake *HARSHLY NUDGES YOU* HEY. HEY LOOK. LOOKLOOKLOOOKLOKKOKLOKOOOKKLLOOOOOOOK. IT'S the, k-KID-🩷💛)

˙🍋 ̟ !! ─ oh my goodness me, you are the simultaneous love and light, the bane and exhaustion, of everyone's respective lives.

don't get me wrong, your family absolutely adores you!!

especially since you're :(( the baby :(( aww :(((

it just, kinda freaks everyone thafuq OUT when you zip and zoom and flash everywhere

just. a maniacal streak of pink and yellow.

they don't know peace because of you. (affectionate!)

like they will be mindin' their whole business in its entirety and here you come

"*walks into the main living room* heeeeeyy, anybody seen my jupiter jim issue— [*nyooom!*] SWEET MOTHER OF G O D–"

it's not like you ever have ill intentions, tho 🥹 so it's okay.

"they're cute so it's okay!" — all of your siblings at one point, probably

while they do accept your golden retriever tendencies, it be givin' them gray hairs fr 💀✋

especially because you're so f a s t

you're there one moment then next thing they know you're halfway across the entire lair, tittering and chirping happily away.

˙🍋 ̟ !! ─ so, over the course of your life, they've all developed their own designated role when keeping up with you:

raph . . .

being the oldest definitely feels the most responsible for you and acts on it! he himself has developed a sixth sense for when you zoom by and can catch you with (relative) ease every time, and has definitely saved your butt from like. accidentally crashing into a wall or smth sjsjsj

but big bubba can't prevent everything :\ so you have gotten some owies !!

but you can always count on him to be there to help you feel better.

he's your biggest bro 🥹 he always makes you feel better.

but i imagine u're also a maniacal little shit (*cough* thanks leo *COUGH*)

so sometimes you just, str8 up run away from him like ACTIVELY escape his grasp

it deffo takes some effort 😮‍💨 (petition : #saveraphfromhissiblings /lh)

"[NAME]?! Get back here, you little speed monster!!"

*cue toiny baby gecko squealing and The Daily Chase commencement*

oh yeah. it's a daily occurrence.

you stress him out 🤣😭 but it's okay. :))

(after catching you in his hands, holding you up to eye level): "Alright, you little goober. That's enough outta ya today." "But Raaaaph!!"

and then you can't really do anything because raph knows your sweet spot, your little switch, that melts you like putty - a little patch riiiight in the center of your upper back, a well-pressurized scritch is all it takes really, and oh. there we go. down for a nap !

however you simply must have your grand rebellion moments and give him arm gummy bites the entire time but he's the just personification of "😇😌"

ain't no doubting he loves you tho. adores you, really; your bright bubbliness is what makes him smile most days, and even tho your energy is a bit much for him to keep up with, and he'd really like it if you stopped fighting him for afternoon naps sometimes, i don't think he'd change it for the world.

leo . . .

is one who's fairly on par with your hyperactivity, so he's the one we all turn to when your excitement is bubbling over into something a liiiiittle too much :'))

playing tag when you're zooming to and fro is one of you guys' favorites.

but sometimes he doesn't play fair and uses his odachi to teleport >:((

and if you get genuinely upset, he just scoops you up and blows raspberries on your soft lil tummy.

he's the only one who can wear you out so he's an essential part of everyone's lives asksksjd

but bc of this

HE PROBABLY USES YOU AS COLLATERAL TO GET THINGS HE WANTS I'M NOT EVEN PLAYIN

"LEO!!! Ugghhghhh, can you please handle them?!"

"Mmmhmmmmmmm....."

"L E O ಠಗಠ! For the last time, you are NOT choosing for movie night tonight and the kind of pizza!! You've had it all week!!!"

"Ohh, suddenly I have no capability for one very specific baby cotton candy-banana pudding gecko..... Shame. Woeful, horrible, terrible, shame—"

"LEO!!!"

he's a jerk, but he's highkey your idol and he would give the entire world for you in a heartbeat, so :))

donnie . . .

acts like your hyperactivity is an inconvenience...... but in reality, he doesn't mind it.

(only when it compromises his tech. you've only had one to two incidents involving his lab before permanent damage control was done and it's been this way ever since. 😭✋)

sure, sometimes your wild nature can make him cringe on bad days, but what's a sibling if they don't get tired of your antics once every while?

it's healthy development !!

plus. he himself has his moments where his lowkey descent into madness shows its peak, so he can't really talk.

you've all got your quirks, y'know? (/ref)

in truth he accepts it as a part of you, and he loves all of you - i mean c'mon, you're his baby sibling.

and even tho he doesn't openly admit it nearly as much as the rest of your family - he really does think you're adorable.

and in more truth: donnie takes care of you a lot. like- as soon as you started showing signs of your speediness and just-consumed-five-bags-of-candy excitement levels, he completely baby proofed the lair 😭

and you can't tell me he didn't know you'd possess those superhuman levels of speed bro you CAN'T

that man is a scientist and he leaves no stone unturned, especially when it comes to his family.

he has you microchipped too sjjsjdh

[ i just thought of this just now, actually: he and leo are a team when it comes down to your genetics/biological health. donnie researches with his stem-augmented brain and studies your dna down to the very microfiber; leo adapts with his medical affinities to make sure you're the healthiest little gecko mutant kiddo you can be. <3 ]

WE MAY HAVE MADE FUN OF HIM AT THE MOMENT, because how much harm can one baby gecko do Donnie you silly fool honhonhonhon BUT HE'S THE ONLY 👏 ONE 👏 WHO CAME IN CLUTCH.

very much "who's laughing now?"

certainly donnie. my bet's on donnie.

"THEY ALL LAUGHED. THEY CALLED ME A SILLY FOOL. BUT FEAST YOUR EYES, BRETHREN. EATETH THY WORDS!!" "..... Raphie! Bonbon's doin' that crazy scientist shtick again!!" "[NAME]. >:("

on another note, i feel donnie would extend that branch of 'baby-proofing' and relate it to the gift he created for you. [ ref: s1/ep2 — "donnie's gifts" ]

maybe it was something like . . . a malleable sludge, some sort of putty, that melded perfectly over your legs whenever you were starting to get too speedy.

you were initially excited over the cute little metal band anklets gifted to you by your older brother, buuut once it activated .... :((

it made you big sads. :((

being a little speedykins was your most defining trait !! why would donbon try to take that away from you?? :(( donnie :((( donbon why :(((

.... what you don't know, (and me either tbh, we never got that 'explanation' from the inventor himself), is that donnie made it with your specs in mind.

geckos are able to climb vertical surfaces (with some exceptions of course, but for the most part !!) — when activated, those little "putty bands" would've aided in that.

because donnie knows how much you love to run around, especially climbing up the walls, but you can't stick up there forever.

was it made to simultaneously slow your ass down? yes. 🤣😭

(he's only one man what do you want from the poor guy ☠✋ your drive by's were enough to send him into cardiac arrest every time)

...... was it made to adhere to nearly any and every surface texture known to man & mutant kind? for an unprecedented amount of time? with the intentions of you having so much fun with it? also yes.

was it made with intricate care and with, overall, your best interests at heart?

yes.

but after the whole ordeal, he really did mean it when he says you're great just the way you are. :))

in your calmer moments, he likes to have you wrap around his shoulders like a fashion designer scarf and taps at your cute little tail, half as a stim, half as a gesture of affection, while he's in the lab focusing on his latest project

or even just. vibing. y'all are primetime vibey.

he finds your weight comforting. like a tiny weighted pillow.

and he'll never admit that he feels his heart nearly burst with love and pure fondness when you yourself happily curl up into your brother and fall asleep there, cooing softly into his ear.

he built a little comfort bed/pillow extension for you in his battle shell for such occasions <3

but he prefers the sibling cuddles without his shell on.

he trusts you, after all.

(i will never financially recover from this aksjddh SOBBING)

mikey . . .

is exceptionally good at matching all of your moods: your bubbly hyperactivity and bringing you to a calmer, serene state !!

how does he do it. 🧍

he catches you in his arms and strokes/scratches your back to calm you down, and it works like a charm every time !

he never has to use dr. delicate touch on you. despite being the closest in age, surprisingly, you listen to mikey very well !

call it survivor's intuition 🫠 orrrr just the fact that you and mikey are very close and in-tune with one another,

whenever he calls it quits for you - no matter how much you might whine and pout - you genuinely do tone it down.

i know i said this for leo too but i feel like mikey just has that magic touch. yenno?

no pun intended. ha.

but en ee wayz !! yusssss, mikey and [name] are the cutest little goobers.

y'all deffo get roped together being the "babies" of the family,

and despite mikey wanting to outfit that mold — mostly by means of appeasing to raph's overprotective tendencies — he babies you a bit too !!

you like to poke fun. you're observant, clever little thing. you call mikey out on it, going so far as to call him a hypocrite,

and whether you guys have a serious discussion or not is completely up to you !

but for the time being he just pets your head and affectionately tells you to hush, and keeps right on babying you.

he likes being your older brother !! so sue him !!

dynamics change the older you guys get =] so who knows what the future has in store?

you're one of his favorite muses. your color palette never fails to strike inspiration within him 🎨✨

when he catches your pink n' yellow blur in passing, he can come up with an entire idea for murals to tag around, don't play w him

he likes to do body paint on you too !! :))

(completely safe + free of harmful chemicals wbk)

probably makes flowers out of your polka dots (he definitely calls them that) or connects them to make a bigger picture.

he made an entire field of flowers and koi fish pond encompassing your back one time and you absolutely loved it.

you'll always be his little muse 💔

"[Nameeee]!!~ C'mere, polka dot! You wanna see if I can make a constellation this time?" "YAY!!!!" "Wait- waitwaitWAITWAIT SLOW DOWN—" [ *cue wii bowling ball strike sound sequence* ]

˙🍋 ̟ !! ─ ahaaa. overall, you're their cute little ball of sunshine. their little sugar carnival. their little pink bubblegum and banana laffy taffy gecko baby! and — while you being.... you, can get just shy of unbearable sometimes, they wouldn't trade you for this world and all the others.

after all, what's a family if you don't accept every part of them? no matter how exhausting it is. <3 you're a handful, but that's why you've got six pairs. and as the years go on, it only grows.

@chachachannah + @sweetparty for the dividers 🩷 @cureqt for the cute emoji combo 💛 & pinterest for the pictures! [the collage is by me!!] 🥰

⟆ ˙🍋 ̟ !! ─ further author notes . . .

™ : as always, susceptible to future editing for grammatical/formatting corrections !!

i absolutely loveddd writing this!! and for the intricacy, this is the quickest i've ever pulled a request-bun fresh from the oven!! :o kudos to you, fluffy! <3 i do hope you like this as much as i did aaaa!! now i've got polka dot gecko sibling brainrot. 🥴 it's true: you never know it's a good idea until it's presented to you !!

a couple of fun facts: "sugar carnival" is a term coined by me, in reference to one of my free verse poems a while back! i, also, consider myself a sugar carnival being at most times ˶ᵔᗜ ᵔ˶ & i came up with the title on the spot after hearing + envisioning "pink gecko with yellow spots". ideal color combo, criminally underrated. fluffy your brain deserves a pedestal and i will personally create it for you with my bare hands.✋🩷💛

╰┈➤ tues. jan 23, 9:18 pm, '24.

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lavenderslabyrinth · 4 months

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A Sacrificial Game

King!Dragon x Reader

Masterlist

This is my first post since deciding to kick off this new account. It’s rewritten from an old story I had posted on here long ago once upon a time. I hope you enjoy~

CW: ♢ Mention of Near Drowning ♢ Blood/Injury ♢ Abduction ♢

The coos of morning doves and the gentle brushing of branches against your bedroom window were quickly drowned out by the boisterous laughter and squabbling of your many siblings. Your attempt at trying to drown them out via the trusty quilt-over-head technique was quickly plundered as they burst through your sacred doorway. With energy only children can manage to conjure from the depths of hell at 8 in the morning, they jostled you around roughly, stealing away the comforting warmth you'd had. Surely, you'd thought, this was an act of merciless torture. Your skin prickled with goosebumps and, irritably, you managed to croak out a yip. "Ow! Off!" Your anger did nothing more than make them giggle as they lightly bruised you with their rough play. "Lemme sleep, dammit! Off! Get off!" Taking evident joy out of your misery, the damn gremlins only gave you a round of smug looks. They did relent, however it was truthfully only to avoid your flailing swats at their heads. “Momma said we ain’t eatin’ breakfast till you get up. So get up lazy" A chorus of agreements and more jostling only drew a strong eye roll from you. But, nevertheless, you shooed them off and sat up, groggily rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Normally they'd just eat without you, leaving the leftovers warmed in the oven to be picked at by whoever passed by, but today was a special occasion. It was your birthday. Normally birthdays were happy events full of gifts, smiles, and all things merry-making-- but this one was different. While the younger whelps scurried off to the old wooden table, none the wiser to the fate that you now had to face, a heavy weight hung over the heads of the adults in the house. The thickness of the air palpable as you stepped into the kitchen and saw the grim look on your mother's face.

The saying goes that a starving savage is less likely to ravage your home if you give it a single meal-- and such began the gruesome, superstitious tradition... Once a year, one unlucky village that bordered the human kingdom would be chosen to place the names of all it's unmarried, of-age residents into a box and perform a drawing. Whichever sorry soul was picked would be ripped away from their homes by the temple, never to be seen again. The nobility liked to call it one of the "highest of all honors" a commoner could receive. The common people? You call it human sacrifice.

At least, most of your people do. Despite that being so, the vast majority of the population feared the very notion of abandoning the ritual. Why? Because the entire purpose was to "sate the otherfolk's thirst for human blood." One sacrifice, one year free from their wrath.

Your skin crawled at the very idea of it all as you leant down, clumsy hands tying up the laces of your worn leather boots.

As a child, you believed every word that hung off of the elders' tongues down near the pub. The fascination and wonder of another terrifying world outside the kingdom's tall, stone walls ignited your naive little heart. But with age, it grew evident to you that they were no more than simple old widows and drunkards with nothing better to do with their remaining time than talk stories and scare little children with tall tales. How were you supposed to believe beasts, much less entire civilizations of them, would be satisfied by the blood of one person if they truly wanted to attack a meager village, much less an entire country? Who decided they even wanted that blood? It was an argument you’d tried to raise countless times with your village council only to have it shot down with a simple “Well the Chosen never return, do they?” It pissed you off to no end. It didn't even take two wrinkles in the brain to conclude that it was more likely the animals of the woods, the elements-- or worse, other humans that caused the sacrificed to meet their demise; but no point you made would ever change their stone cold hearts.

And as though your age wasn't enough to make this birthday sour, the drawing was to be held this evening. The irony of someone losing their life on the day of your birth was palpable. Taking your usual chair at the kitchen table, you noticed the way two of your brothers squabbled over the last roll. With spiteful retaliation, you plucked it from between them taking a slow, mocking bite right in front of their faces. Maybe next time they'd think twice before ganging up to practically assault you out of bed.

"(y/n)?" Your head snapped up to attention, meeting your father's gaze. "How are you feeling?" You swallowed the fluffy bread quickly shooting a quiet reply. "I'm alright. Would feel a little better if you guys would stop lookin at me like I'm headed to the gallows." The laugh you were awarded from him was dry, but it eased some of the tension in his weathered shoulders nonetheless.

"I suppose it is a bit stuffy in here for a birthday, huh?" Your mother piped up sheepishly, wiping her hands on the dishtowel that hung from a belt on her hip. "Say, why don't you go visit Alikar? Trade some of our tomatoes for a basket of peaches-- bring those back and I'll make a pie we can all have after the drawing, how does that sound?" The little heads in the room visibly perked at the idea of getting their grubby little paws on something sweet. It wasn't often you had the sugar for such things after all.

Dismissing the idea of having to attend the black box event, you gave her a gentle nod. "Sure, I can do that. Need anything else while I'm out?" You inquired, stuffing the rest of the bread into your mouth before your youngest brother could snatch it from your hand. "No, dear. Just finish your breakfast and we'll handle the rest."

After practically beating your siblings off the table with a stick to get your fill, you quickly washed up and plucked the basket from the floor. “I’m off!” You called, getting no discernible acknowledgement as the chaos in the house never ceased. No matter to you-- the pie would be well worth the trip ahead.

Uncle Alikar.

The man was a huge part of the reason you didn’t believe a lick of all that ‘savage otherfolk’ nonsense. As your feet scuffed along the well worn path, old memories bubbled up to the surface like froth from the babbling brook that ran beside you.

You were the eldest of your siblings which, consequently, meant that when you'd been a rumbling little runt there were no older kids to show you the ropes and your parents' first trial run at raising a whole little person. This always resulted in you tumbling headfirst into trouble, but one day it had gone a little too far. Your tiny body approached the ledge of the stream. The same edge you would use every summer to hunt tadpoles. But, unbeknownst to you, the soil that was far too saturated with yesterday's rain to hold your weight. Without warning, it crumbled beneath your little feet sending you hurtling down into the rushing waters below. The merciless current carried you faster downstream than your father could run and just when your little head was wrenched under the raging current, a large beast sprung into the water after you. Before you could even process what had happened, your little lungs were hacking up the water they're inhaled, the coughing doing little for the burn in your lungs.

At first it was all a blur, you could hear your parents shouting as well as another rumbling voice above you responding back to them. Your little legs dangling far above the ground as a muscular arm stayed firmly wrapped around your waist. Someone was... holding you? You blinked away the tears, looking up to be met with a mouth full of razor-like teeth, thick sopping wet fur, and bright, slitted eyes. Misunderstanding what was going on, you began to cry out in fear. You were absolutely terrified you were about to be eaten by the ravenous river monster your mother warned you about countless times in attempt to dissuade you from wandering near the water when they weren't watching you. Only when those large paws handed you off to your mother ever-so-gently did you begin to quiet back down "Are you alright now, sweetpea? Ol' Alikar didn't mean to spook ya. Poor thing." He was some kind of rakshasa or tabaxi, evident by the sopping tail that swayed in the water behind him and round, fluffy ears that tilted back with concern. Speaking of...

Your knuckles rapped against the wooden door, sending warm clunks into the cottage. It was a serene place far from the human village which was always surrounded by the sweet smells of fruit and scents of warm, freshly made bread. Not but a few seconds later the upper half of the door swung open and there, in all his striped glory, was Alikar himself. “There’s the birthday girl!” He greeted you, his smile full of sharp teeth. A sight that originally took some getting used to but was now synonymous with a second home. “Hey Uncle Al. Mama sent me down to get some peaches for a pie.” You raised your basket of tomatoes.

He only chuckled in reply. “Oh, I know, how else was I supposed to give you your gift?” His paw pushed the lower part of the door open, welcoming you inside-- the scent of herbs and butter wafting much stronger from within. Surprised, you could only follow dumbly after him at first, setting the basket down as you took a seat on his kitchen table.

“A gift? Since when do you have the extra funds to get me gifts?! Aren’t you saving for the wedding? What about--”

“Would you hush, child?” He laughed, taking amusement in your fretting. “You’re still new to the whole womanhood thing, what do you know about adult troubles?” You gave a halfhearted growl at him but had no argument to fire back at him. Even though you'd been considered an adult in human standards for quite a few years, Alikar did have more experience than you in that department.

"You get onto me about my finances but I don't see you moving out of your parents' home yet." He teased, carefully unloading every piece of fruit from the wicker basket with care. "Don't bully me! I'm plenty experienced in other things!" You whined. Snatching one of the many apples he'd left unattended. The crisp sweetness did little to nurse your slightly bruised ego but the coolness of the juice as it dribbled down you chin quenched plenty other, more satisfying needs. "Yeah? And what would your area of foreign expertise be? Apple thieving?"

You glared at his back, cheeks tinting "No! Like conversation! And courting."

"Pah!" He scoffed, soft paws stacking the soft, pink fruit into a neat arrangement. "Much good your 'experience' has gotten you, I am the only one getting married here out of the two of us." Okay. Ouch. "And I converse plenty well, thank you very much!"

The afternoon passed with similar banter as you stuffed yourself with whatever fruits Alikar let you get your hands on. In the end he had given you a carefully carved wooden totem of your favorite animal, peaches, and sent you on your way. Whatever wood the little figure was made from gave a faint, sweet scent when wet with water. A bit ironic considering how you met all those years ago but you appreciated it nonetheless.

You had asked him if he’d have wanted to come and celebrate with you and your family but, regretfully, he had to decline. As charming and kind as he was, the path to your home was far too close to the village for his comfort and the idea of one of your acquaintances or friends coming to celebrate as well and reporting him sent the hairs on the back his neck straight upward. It was no secret the village wasn’t excited about strange, new creatures given the black box tradition, so it was doubtful Alikar would be in the public eye anytime soon, as unfortunate as that was…

You didn’t realize how much time you’d wasted until the shadows began stretching longer, snuffing out much of whatever light the day had left for you. “Ah shit.” You mumbled. You'd definitely missed the drawing, and at this rate you wouldn't be able to eat sweets till the next morning. Speeding up from a mozy to a quick trot back up the hill was unpleasant to say the least, but damn if those thoughts of peach pie didn't motivated you to haul ass.

However, as you drew closer your eagerness was smothered.

Hunching down, you quickly used the cover of the thorny brush to peer out at the scene below-- The terrified cries of your siblings pierced through your chest.

“Where’s the girl?!” A man demanded, spear to your father’s throat and eyes unwavering as your mother pled, voice breaking with fear as her children clung to her skirts.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ bout.” Your father replied curtly, looking the assailant back in the face with matching fury and anger. “I've only got sons.” The hair on the back of your neck stood up. Only once before, in your entire life, had you heard such a chilling tone come from that man. You'd been no older than 12 when a suitor equal to your mother in age offered to pay a hefty sum for your hand in marriage. The cruel chill in his voice as he sent the man away stuck with you-- but it didn't seem like this scenario would have the same outcome.

“Have it your way.”

A pit knotted itself in your breast as your family’s pleas turned to screaming cries, the spear cutting into you father's shoulder without mercy. Everything seemed to move so slowly after that...

First, you'd prayed he'd give in, relenting your location to the angry mob that surrounded him-- but your father stayed silent. That same fury in his eyes unwavering as he stayed on his feet.

Second, you though, maybe, the crowd would believe they'd truly made a mistake. Maybe a (y/n) didn't live in this village. Perhaps they'd been mistaken-- but that hope was quickly snuffed out as the spear-wielding man reeled the weapon back again, poised to strike.

You hadn't even known what you were doing as you pushed through the thorny brambles. Didn't even register as your fingers curled around a plump peach from your basket. And certainly didn't realize the strength you'd shot through your arm as you slung the fruit straight into the back of the man's head.

The hard impact followed by the splatter of sweet juices dripping down his neck was followed only by a second of silence.

Then two.

Then three.

All heads turning in your direction....

Run.

It was nothing more than instinct as you dropped the precious wicker basket your mother had weaved to the ground-- Alikar's carefully nurtured peaches bruising in the dirt. You shot back through the thorns. Dress skirt shredding, legs practically minced as you rushed through the uncaring wild.

Everything blurred.

Heart racing, the sound of shouting, the thundering of feet right on your tail. It was so much, too much-- too soon. There was no where else you could go. You didn't even know where you were going. Run. Run. RUN.

And run you did, even as your calves burned and blood dripped down your skin, you flew through the woods in a desperate flurry. It was fruitless though. Your wreckless abandon being brought to a halt with a blistering pain that shot through your ribs. The last thing you saw was the sight of the ground coming right at you, and then? Darkness.

I was going to wait till I finished part 2 to post this part but I'm too excited and part 2 is about halfway written anyway :) Stay tuned!

pt. 2

#lavenderslabyrinth #teratophillia #monster x reader #x reader #monster fucker #dragon x reader #king!dragon x reader #forced marriage trope #fantasy romance #rewrite #teratophillia x reader

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mactavishwritings · 1 year

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Fresh Ink

Ghost x Tattoo Artist!Reader

fluff mainly. this may end up becoming multiple parts. I'm not sure yet

you become ghost’s artist and therapist in a way

tw: tattoo needles, retelling of injuries

part one | part two | part three | part four

Being the only tattoo shop within a 10 mile radius of a military base, you’ve seen it all. New recruits who just finished basic wanting to celebrate. Veterans wanting to honor their comrades. Drunk soldiers who’ve lost bets. Soldiers about to be shipped off on suicide missions wanting a way, some way, to be identified.

You’ve seen everything and you did your best to honor each story to the best of your ability. You’ve held the hands of soldiers who would go out and recommend your shop to others, telling them that you were safe and would honor them.

As you set up shop for the day, you looked over your appointment book. You mainly took appointments, but would sometimes take walk-ins. Today, you had a three appointments pretty spaced out so you decided to take a couple walk-ins. You posted on your shop’s social media accounts that you would talk two walk-in and started to sketch your first appointment’s tattoo.

You got pretty far into the tattoo when you heard the bell chime. “Hey, welcome to Dead Shot Ink. My name is (Y/N). How can I help you?” You looked up and saw a man standing in a balaclava mask. You raised an eye brow at him and looked him over. No ink.

“My friend said you tattoo?” A rough british voice came from under the mask and you nodded. “Yeah. The masks stays on, I'm guessing?” He nodded in return, tensing up.

“No worries. I do have a private room if you need it. What’s your name? I’m guessing you want to take one of the walk-ups?” You grabbed your appointment book. He nodded and pulled out his phone. “I'm Ghost. You did my friend, John Price, his tattoo a few months back and he recommended I check out your page. I’ve been meaning to make an appointment, but then I saw you’re talking walk-ins today…”

The name he gave you, John Price, sounded familiar. You nodded along to his words and guided him back to your room. You wrote his name down under your 11:00 spot and had him sit on your tattoo chair. It was a pretty small tattoo parlor since you had just opened, but you were trying to hire more artist.

“So, I do have an appointment coming in at 2. It’s about 11 now so that give us a little under 4 hours. What did you have in mind and where did you want it?” You sat down on your roller chair and grabbed your tablet.

"I'm not really sure. I know you do a lot of like soldier tattoos." Ghost said and he started picking at the skin on his thumb. You forward and gently placed your hand on top of his. "Let me grab something that may help." You stood and quickly walked back to the front of the shop. You grabbed your flash book and brought it back to Ghost.

"Here this may help you decide. What we can do is pick something you like and customize it to your story." You handed him your book and sat back down. Ghost slowly started flipping through the book before settling on a pair of dog tags. You nodded and started drawing.

Soon the stencil was on, dry, and you were ready to go. Ghost was laying back in the chair and you pulled your hair up. "Any particular music you want?" He looked at you for a moment before requesting whatever you wanted. You smiled before putting on (your fav artist). You pushed your sleeves up and got to work.

Every few minutes, you would check in with Ghost. You had your free hand was resting on his bicep since the dog tags were going on his inner forearm close to his elbow. You were on his side, listening and watching for any discomfort. You nodded along to the music and smiled at the tattoo. It was going good and Ghost seemed to like it.

After you finished, you wiped it down and had him look at it in the full body mirror. While you couldn't see his full face, you could see his eyes crinkle into a smile.

It had been about 5 months since you had first tattooed Ghost. He would come in every time you posted about taking a walk-in. You were slowly building a half-sleeve for him that was coming together very nicely. He would sometimes come in with new scars or injuries. Never on the side of your tattoos.

"How come you never get hurt on this side?" You asked casually, half way through the next piece. You were slowly getting him to talk to you. "I don't want to ruin your art." He answer oh so casually. You felt your heart skip and your face flushed. "It's art work. You put a lot of time and work into it." He looked down at the other pieces you had done.

"Makes sense." You nodded, your focus shifting back onto the tattoo. Your eyes shifted to the newest scar, "How'd that one happen? Am I going to be turning it into art soon?" You smiled up at him and he chuckled a little.

"Maybe. We'll see how this mission finishes out. I'm lucky I got these three days. This one was a knife fight. Got a little clumsy. You should see the other guy." He smiled. You felt proud that he was opening up to you. As a tattoo artist for soldiers, you had heard tons of mission stories. Ghost's stories were always intense, but told casually as if he had just gone to the grocery store.

"A knife fight? Seems intense. Looks like you won, though. You'll have to teach me." You smiled, dragging the needle down, making a straight line to finish the piece. "All done, Ghost! Go take a peek." You said, wiping away any excess ink.

"Simon...I'm Simon." He said as he walked towards the mirror, not facing you. You smiled and nodded. "Noted. Whatca think? This one pretty much finishes up the half-sleeve. After this, we could go up the arm for a full." You came up behind his hulking figure and showed him what you meant, moving his arm around.

Simon shivered at your touch. He looked over your hands, stained with dried tattoo ink. You arms were covered in your own tattoos. Your nails were painted black and pointed to the uncovered skin on his upper arm. You always worn dark colors, letting the attention fall on your tattoos. Your hair was pulled back and out of your face, but Ghost knew it was soft from the couple of times it touched his arms.

"I like it. I think after this mission we can complete it. Full sleeve sounds nice." Simon whispered, suddenly feeling the closeness between you two. "Thank you. Thank you for being so gentle with me." He looked up at you through the mirror and you nodded.

"Of course. You face so much hardship. You know my shop will always be open for you." You leaned your head against his shoulder and pulled back. "Let me get you wrapped up and you'll be all set." You grabbed your wrapping and wrapped up his fresh ink.

Months had gone by and you hadn't heard from Simon. You had finally gotten enough money to hire a receptionist and it made your life a million times easier. You walked into the shop and your receptionist greeted you warmly. "Morning (Y/N)!"

"Morning Emma! Can I see my book? I wanna see what I have over the next few days, got a client blowin' up my phone." You laughed as she handed you the book. "Oh! Speaking of, you had a call last night. Said you knew him and wanted to make an appointment so I book him for a couple weeks out. He said you would know what he wants. Sounds either crazy hot or crazy mean." Emma winked and you rolled your eyes. "He's booked for the 26th."

You flipped to that day and your smiled brightly. "He's the crazy hot."

Simon Riley.

part two?

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kittyball23 · 5 months

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The Vesting (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Some years before Branch’s birth, Floyd gets officially inducted as a member of BroZone

A/N: Taking place before TBT

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The room was dark.

Floyd tried squinting, trying to adjust his eyes to make anything out, when all of a sudden, he was blinded by a bright light. He yelped and stepped back a little, the shine of the glowbug that had been lit startling him for just a second as it helped illuminate his surroundings. There, contrasted with the sharp light were his three older brothers standing across from him. John Dory was in the middle, holding the glowbug in his hands right under his face, as though he were holding a flashlight and about to tell a spooky story. Spruce was to his left and Clay was to his right. Floyd in the meantime stood there, uncertain of what was happening.

John Dory narrowed his eyes, and then suddenly began speaking in a deep, mysterious voice.

“We’ve gathered here today to undergo the most revered of ceremonies....”

Then, JD reached into his pocket and thrust a paper into Floyd’s hands. The magenta-haired Trolling, growing even more confused by the minute, gave a meek little “Huh?”

“Go on, read it!” John Dory urged.

Floyd looked down and skimmed through the words first, his brows furrowing. “Is this an oath?”

JD rolled his eyes. “No dude, a BROath,” he corrected.

“Which is pretty much like an oath,” Spruce clarified.

“Only ‘better’!” Clay added, making the word better with airquotes.

“Well it is,” JD said. He nudged Floyd. “Go ahead, dude, read it!”

Floyd shrugged. He may as well. He looked down at the page silently. He was only able to catch the first couple of sentences when the sound of a throat clearing made him stop. Floyd jerked his head up to find JD glaring down at him.

“Out loud.”

Floyd blushed. Whoops. After mumbling an apology, he cleared his throat and, as instructed, began to read the words on the page aloud. Or, as the title at the top was written, the ‘BroZone Credo.’

“’ 1) Family is numero uno. As fun as performing is, I promise to put bros before shows every time. 2) All bros are made equal, but we are not all the same. We have different colors, sizes, shapes and ages. I won’t judge my bro by his taste in music, but by his character. 3) A bro is not afraid to admit when he’s scared. When I am, I promise to confide in my bros and summon the Pop Power of all the brodacious superstars that came before us so that we can use all the love, all the smarts, and all the bravery we got to accomplish the ultimate Family Harmony. 4) All bros can make mistakes. I will admit when I’m wrong and work at it to make things right again. 5) Bros were born to sing. I promise to share my talents with others and not keep them all to myself. To earn my spot – ‘”

“Ooh, wait, wait, wait!” John Dory interrupted, waving his hands. “Stop there for a sec. You gotta raise your right hand now!”

“What?” Floyd shot a glance at Spruce and Clay. In return, they gave him a look that communicated Dude, we did this too. The magenta-haired Trolling shrugged and raised his right hand.

“Okay, good,” JD said. “Now you can keep reading.”

So Floyd did. “’To earn my spot within this band, I solemnly swear to uphold this oath – I mean, BROath – and honor it for the sake of my family.’”

“Forever?” JD asked him.

Floyd looked up from his paper and gave a small nod. “Forever.”

The BroZone leader smiled. “Good.” Then he snapped his fingers. “Spruce! Clay! Grab the item,” he commanded. The purple and yellow Trollings went off, and JD turned his attention to Floyd. “Floyd, arms up and eyes closed!”

By this point in the initiation, Floyd was still a little confused, but he’d learned to just go with it. He did as told (hoping he didn’t look too silly in his T-pose), and waited to see – or rather, hear – what was happening next. He heard some shuffling next to him, and then felt something being placed at his arms. Floyd began to open an eye, hoping to see what was going on, but he instantly shut it again at JD’s shout.

“Hey! No peeking!”

As the something was continued to be adjusted on his arms and then against his body, JD spoke.

“By the totally brodacious power invested in me – with an emphasis on the vest” – he paused to laugh at his own joke (one that Floyd was about to understand in just a few moments) – “I now pronounce you an official member of BroZone!!” He whooped and then clapped his hands. “Alright, now open ‘em up!”

Floyd blinked, and then looked down and gasped. A smile grew on his face as he beheld the elegant, magenta, polyester puffy jacket of a vest that was on him. It was pristine and brand new, fresh and perfectly form-fitting. It went with his hair, as each of his brothers' vests did, and he didn't need a mirror to know that it made him look, as John Dory would put it, totally brodacious! He turned this way and that, appreciating it no matter what angle he viewed it.

“Welcome to the band, little bro!” John Dory exclaimed. Spruce and Clay added in their own “Woo-hoo!”s and “You got it!”s to the chorus.

“Awww, well thanks you guys… thank you so much!” Floyd cooed, beginning to sniffle. The brothers already recognized the signs of oncoming tears, but didn’t badger the little guy about it. Classic Floyd always cried, but he had reason for his happy tears. This was a big moment! Another bro had just joined in on their special pact, and they were going to only continue to live up to their full potential. Before JD could help it, he thrust his hand out in front of him. Spruce recognized the motion and placed his hand on top of his, and then Clay on top of Spruce’s. Last but not least, Floyd still with tear-stained cheeks, placed his hand on Clay’s. They threw their hands up in the air together and chanted out.

“IT’S BRO-TIME!!”

Laughs and brotherly pats on the back followed… as well as an authoritative female voice from just the other room.

“No, it’s BEDtime,” the voice of their Grandma Rosiepuff called out, just before she appeared at the doorway of their room with her arms crossed. “Boys,” she continued, giving them a stern look. “Do you know how late it is?”

Groans came from the Trollings. “But Grandmaaa,” John Dory whined. “We were doing The Vesting!”

Grandma Rosiepuff snickered. She had seen JD do this special little ceremony of his for Spruce and then Clay when they were younger. JD pushed Floyd forward and beamed up at her. “See? Check out how he’s flexin’ the drip now! Pretty sweet, huh?”

Floyd looked up at their grandmother hopefully, his eyes shining. Grandma Rosiepuff smiled down at him. “It is ‘sweet,’ dear,” she said.

Floyd blushed while JD pumped his fists and Spruce and Clay high-fived.

“But do you know what else is ‘sweet’?” Grandma Rosiepuff continued. “Dreams.” She pointed a finger to the beds and the boys sighed, knowing that she was right. One by one, they slipped out of their vests and hung them at their bedposts (Floyd taking one more minute to admire his before he too did as his brothers had), and then they slipped into bed. Grandma Rosiepuff then made her rounds to each brother, helping to tuck them in. When she was finished, she turned off the glowbug and allowed it to flitter out the window.

“Good night,” she whispered to them.

And “G’night!” came the response of the four band members she was proud to call her grandsons.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #floyd trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #grandma rosiepuff #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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thank you for finally making some male!reader stuff for leon! i wish more people at least used gender neutral pronouns or were open to trying to write male readers, its tough on x reader tumblr as a trans guy!

would you ever feel comfortable writing a scenario with a trans ftm reader? like leon helping them take their injections, or just general reassurance about their identity? if not, that’s cool too! thank you for the amazing food and i hope you continue writing ! <3

pairing: leon x trans male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 881

warnings: needles, leon giving reader a shot

includes: slightly nervous leon, i'm not on t (yet ://) so maybe this is inaccurate but i googled how to give t shots lmao, i should write trans reader more

a/n: thank you for requesting :)) i'm also trans (i constantly switch between nonbinary and demiboy as labels) so i don't mind writing reqs like this at all !! i hope you like it <33

additional note: i want more leon reqs pls i love writing for him

requests open !! read my rules first

rays of sunlight shine through your opened blinds, casting the room in a gentle glow. you stir awake at the brightness and lazily blink yourself awake for a few seconds before laying back down on your bed. leon’s arm rests around your waist to keep you in his hold.

a tranquil silence hangs in the air. you smile as you shift a little closer to him, taking the time to admire your sleeping lover. you raise a hand up to brush a few stray blonde locks behind his ear to fully expose his face. you trail your fingertips down leon’s sharp jawline. he stirs slightly at the feeling but otherwise remains in a peaceful sleep.

your hand gently traces along his soft skin, finally resting against his cheek. it isn’t often that leon allows you to fully admire him and his beauty. you can think of countless times when he’d shrink away from you, cheeks flushed a light pink as he playfully pushed you away or covered his face with his hands.

leon’s eyebrows furrow slightly when you brush your thumb against his cheek. he blinks a few times as he stirs awake. he smiles, pulling you a little closer to his chest. “good morning love.” his morning voice is raspier than usual. he shifts to rest his head in the crook of your neck, pressing a peck against your skin.

“morning,” you hum. you bring your hand up, gently raking it through his hair. leon lets out a content sigh as you twist the soft strands between your fingers. his hand ghosting against your hips slides underneath your - his - shirt to rub small circles against your bare skin. “we don’t have any plans today so we can stay in bed for as long as you want.”

leon smiles, shifting just enough so you can lean against his chest instead. “when’s your next shot?”

“today.” you sit up to stretch your arms out as leon watches from his position on your shared bed. “i’ve actually been thinking, and… i want you to help. if you’re okay with it, of course. i know it’s a shot and you’re not a huge fan of needles but-”

leon cuts you off by pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. he smiles when you pull away, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “i’d be honored to help you.”

you pull him into a final kiss before getting out of bed with a small smile. “i’ll go get everything.”

leon is sitting up on the edge of your bed when you return. he fidgets with his fingers for a few seconds as you everything out on your bedside table before reaching over to take his hand into yours. you squeeze it gently for reassurance. “are you sure you want to do this?”

“yeah,” he nods. “will you talk me through this?”

“of course,” you nod. “here.” leon takes the syringe, carefully removing it from the packaging and taking the needle cover off. “push the needle down into the rubber stopper,” you instruct. leon sets the vial down on a table as your hands hover over his to help him carefully insert it. “now flip it upside down and fill it to the line.”

“like this?” he asks, carefully taking the medication into the syringe.

“that’s perfect,” you smile. “then pull it out and check for air bubbles.” leon carefully flicks the side of the syringe until you nod, pulling the band of your sweatpants down to expose your thigh. you chuckle as his face flushes slightly as you reach over to grab an alcohol pad to clean the skin.

leon remains silent as you position his hands against the middle of your thigh, angling the needle correctly. “push down in one motion.” he glances up at you for reassurance one final time. you nod, gently resting your hands on top of his. “don’t worry. you’ll do great. i know you will.”

he nods, carefully pushing the needle down and then injecting the medication in a single, smooth motion. “good. that was perfect,” you smile, removing the needle yourself and setting it aside in a designated sharps box. leon’s eyes linger on your leg as you move to sit beside him once again.

“does it hurt?”

“the shot? no. it feels kinda like a flu shot, but… better,” you smile. leon brushes a hand against your thigh for a second before you move to pull your sweatpants back up. you move a little closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “what are you so busy thinking about?”

leon wraps an arm around your waist as you shift to straddle his lap. his hands ghost against your hips as he leans up to pull you into a sweet kiss. “it’s just… i’m so lucky to have you. you’re smart, and loyal, and handsome,” you cut him off with a chuckle that makes him smile before he keeps going. “you’re everything i could ever hope for in a boyfriend. i’m so in love with you.”

you smile, tilting his head up and pulling him into another kiss. leon smiles into it, lips quirking upwards against your own. you press a final peck against his lips when you pull away. “i’m in love with you too.”

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violetriorsons · 5 months

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—in a world alone (we're all alone);

a collection of missing moments based on xaden's letters to violet. // pre-FW; iron flame spoilers.

part one.

“sgaeyl watched me kill another cadet for bullying garrick during threshing. she says she chose me for my ruthlessness, but i think i just reminded her of my grandfather.” — chapter 12 (iron flame).

.::.

The number one objective: don't die today.

It's proven to be a shockingly easy goal over the last few hours. A quick glance at the sun in the sky tells Xaden it's the start of the afternoon, and the biggest problem he's faced since Threshing started at nine this morning is the uncharacteristically strong heat for the beginning of October.

It's unsettling — he knows damn well that Fen Riorson's son is at the top of the hit lists of a number of cadets in his year (and the other years, for that matter). And he also knows Threshing is the best opportunity any of them are going to get to finally settle any bets.

It's why when his year dispersed this morning, Xaden had made a point to move in the opposite direction than Garrick and Masen. The target on his back is too big today to risk his only friends.

But so far, it seems his worries were for nothing. The few cadets he's come across over the last four or so hours have paid him nothing more than a wary glare, clearly far more interested in finding their dragons than wasting time trying to run a sword through him.

The dragons Xaden has passed by have also ignored him, both to his relief and mild dismay. The jitters in his chest persist, but for new reasons.

For months, the most common and accepted rhetoric he's heard spread throughout the quadrant is that no self-respecting dragon would go through the disgrace of bonding a marked one. That there's nothing worthy in the children of the people who had threatened the safety of human- and dragonkind all over Navarre.

Up until now, Xaden hadn't let himself dwell on the theory. His priority was keeping himself, his friends, and the rest of the marked ones in his year alive (a feat he's already fumbled, twice). But now, walking through the disturbingly quiet forest, there's no escaping the nauseating fear that everyone was right.

If he'd had the choice, Xaden thinks he might've gone into infantry to honor his father's wishes. He hadn't had the time to figure out for himself what he'd wanted to do with his life before fate and the lost Battle of Aretia had written his destiny for him. Before he knew it, the apostasy had come and tragically gone, and he was suddenly saddled with a hundred and seven souls to keep out of Malek's all-too greedy hands.

Three years ago, Xaden had brokered a deal with General Sorrengail to keep the orphans of his father's allies alive. He knows his father would've abhorred the agreement, but the man had also taught him well about making tough decisions. And making it through the riders' quadrant was their only shot at survival.

But now he's dreading that he might've sentenced them all to a worse fate: if the dragons aren't interested in bonding them, they'll all be doomed to relive their first year in the riders' quadrant over and over until Malek finally decides to collect his due.

Xaden hears the crackling of dragonfire in the near distance— too near for his liking. He quickens his steps as he searches around him in vain for any spot of blue.

Unlike Garrick this morning, Xaden did have a certain dragon from Presentation on his mind. An enormous, navy Blue Daggertail that had left him stunned when he saw it near the end of his deadly stroll yesterday.

He'd stopped dead in his tracks when he'd first caught sight of it, and had Garrick not given him a shove from behind, he's sure that he would've ended up a pile of ashes for daring to look a dragon in the eye for as long as he did.

It was an honest mistake. Xaden had felt something shift inside of him when he locked eyes with the beast, a sharp thrill that lingered long after the first-year cadets had all retreated to their bunks for the night.

Though judging by the icy narrowing of the dragon's eyes as it stared back at him, he thinks maybe the feeling was not mutual.

The thought is reinforced by the fact that he hasn't caught a single hint of her presence anywhere this morning. Idly, Xaden wonders if perhaps the Daggertail had picked another cadet at the start of Threshing, and his mood begins to sour.

But before he can linger any longer on his newfound worries, he hears a familiar shout nearby that has his stomach dropping.

It's Garrick.

All thoughts of the Blue Daggertail are forgotten as Xaden races in the direction of the shout.

The number one objective: don't die today. It goes for himself and especially for his best friend.

Xaden may or may not bond a dragon today. But if nothing else, he'll gladly spend the rest of the day making damn sure his friends make it out of this forest alive.

The shouting continues as he approaches, and Xaden recognizes the voice of Garrick's opponent just before they both come into view.

Prince Alic.

Xaden should've seen this one coming. He'd been too concerned about the target on his own back to consider that his friends have also made enemies in the quadrant all on their own.

The limp-dick, sorry excuse of a prince had wasted no time trying to assert dominance in the quadrant after crossing the Parapet this summer. He's been a terror to most, the Riorson son included, but Alic has had it out for Garrick since he lost to him during assessment week on the mat.

And apparently, he's decided Threshing is the perfect setting to enact his revenge.

Garrick's one of the best in their year when it comes to sparring, but the royal training the asswipe of a prince has under his belt makes him more than a worthy adversary. And though Xaden would be willing to bet that Alic snuck up on Garrick, any matters of honor and dirty tactics don't matter much if Alic makes it out of this forest with Garrick's head in the end.

Rage waves over Xaden and he barely manages to wrangle it back under control so he can slow his steps and assess the situation from a distance.

So far, Garrick seems to be holding his own well enough.

Xaden wavers, unsure of whether to step in or let his friend prove himself to any dragon who may be paying attention.

"I'm betting the prince loses his head."

The unfamiliar, feminine voice startles him out of focus from the fight. He hadn't noticed the giant shadow under his feet that now blankets his immediate area, and when he twists around to look for the source of the voice he finds himself face to face with the navy Blue Daggertail he'd been seeking all morning.

"Holy shit," he curses without thinking, and he just barely stops himself from scrambling backward. Dragons typically don't respond well to cowardice, and he doubts this particular one is any exception.

Her size had been daunting during Presentation, but having her right in front of him now, with her head lowered to his eye level and a bit too close for comfort, it dawns on him what a monstrosity of a creature she is — especially compared to the other dragons he's come across in the field today.

Suddenly, Xaden can't remember exactly why he'd been searching for her in the first place. Does he have a death wish?

The dragon's head moves forward, and Xaden locks his knees in place as she gives him a quick sniff at his chest before lightly blowing steam in his face through her nostrils.

"There's something very familiar about you." Her voice echoes in his head again, and his heart is threatening to break through his ribcage as she stays in his personal space and continues her perusal of him.

Xaden arches an eyebrow. Familiar? "Yeah, we kinda met at Presentation..." His joke falls flat, but he pushes forward. "I'm Xaden —" He stops short of saying his last name, and his earlier fear surges back with a vengeance.

Despite all it's cost him, Xaden has never been at odds with the war his father had started. Their country was corrupt, rotten to the core, and the price Xaden has been made to pay for his father's actions has only strengthened his belief in Fen Riorson's cause.

But would the dragon agree with that?

"Riorson," the dragon finishes for him, rather absentmindedly — uninterested, even — as she sniffs at his hair. She says nothing more, all her focus on her odd inspection of him, and some of Xaden's nerves give way to confusion.

Is it a good sign that this dragon is currently covering his leathers in snot?

As if in response, the dragon chuffs. "Better that than being charred by dragonfire, I would think."

Xaden's eyes widen in return. Did she hear his thoughts?

"Very true," he breathes. He tenses again, keeping quiet as he awaits judgment from the dragon he'd spent all night thinking about.

With no warning, the dragon lifts a claw and swipes it over the upper left side of Xaden's face, too quick for him to see it coming. The claw breaks the skin deep over his brow, nicking the eyelid he'd managed to close out of pure instinct, and digging through the top of his cheek.

"Fuck," he swears without thinking, instinctively lifting a hand to his eyebrow. His fingers come back bloody.

"There," the dragon says, sounding satisfied as she lowers her head to his level again. "Now I see it."

"Interesting word choice after almost taking my fucking eye out." He can't help himself from expressing his disdain as he works to keep the blood from seeping into his eye. "What do you see?"

"I'd given your grandfather a similar scar during his Threshing. It'd been accident then."

Surprise quells the anger. His brows knit together, the movement making the sting from his new wound worse. "You knew my grandfather?" He didn't even know his grandfather. From either side of the family.

"He came before you. But he didn't make it out of the quadrant." Her words are matter-of-fact, but there's an undertone of sadness that has Xaden believing she feels the loss far deeper than he ever could.

"I'm sorry...," he trails off, not sure how he's supposed to address her. He wipes more blood away from his brow before it gets in his eye.

"Sgaeyl," she offers distractedly, her eyes moving beyond him, to the sword fight still being waged in the tiny clearing behind him. "I said the prince would lose his head today. Why don't you go prove me right?"

Xaden turns back around and tenses, cursing himself for forgetting about Garrick.

Blood is now flowing from Garrick's left shoulder but he's paying it no mind as he raises his sword up to block Alic's attempt to slice Garrick's right arm off. As the two swords clash, Alic gets in a sloppy, but effective kick to the side of Garrick's calf that has him going down.

Garrick manages to twist his body last-minute to land on his side and avoid getting the wind knocked out of him. But the maneuver has his wounded shoulder taking the brunt of his fall.

Xaden's moving toward them before he even realizes it, silently drawing his own sword as he approaches. His heart is hammering again as he watches Alic raise his weapon to take the final strike.

Xaden sword is quicker, and he runs it through Alic's back, deep enough that it reappears through his abdomen. Alic's response is a garbled groan, and Xaden lifts his foot to kick the prince off his sword.

Alic falls forward, the force of Xaden's kick sending him face-first towards the ground — right where Garrick is lying.

Garrick rolls out of the way just as Alic hits the dirt. His eyes meet Xaden's with a flash of gratitude as he works to get himself up.

Xaden waits to make sure his best friend is good before turning his attention back to the dying prince, who's working mightily to get up onto his knees.

"You're a... worthless piece... of shit, son of a... traitor..." Alic's rambles are out of breath as he continues to bleed out on the ground.

Xaden hears the dragon grumble behind him, and he can feel the wordless expectation emanating from her as she waits impatiently for him to follow her earlier command. He spares a quick glance at Garrick again, who's retrieved his sword but is distracted by the dragon who's stepped out from the trees and into view.

"Sorry I butted in," Xaden tells Garrick with a sheepish grin. "But I've been asked for his head." He tilts his head in the dragon's direction as means of explanation. Garrick's eyes widen, but he chooses to stay silent in the presence of the dragon, giving Xaden a firm nod instead.

Before he can think too hard about it, Xaden swipes his sword through the neck of the still-rambling royal. The man's head hits the ground with a sickening thud, and Xaden works to keep his breakfast down.

Though not his first kill, it is the first time he's ever decapitated someone. It turns his stomach in the worst way, even as he feels a small twinge of satisfaction in getting to behead one of King Tauri's sons.

Perhaps he's not quite as monstrous as he's come to feel over the last few months — yet.

He's still got a dragon to impress, so he forces down the nausea, compartmentalizes any horror he may feel over adding to his body count, and bends down to retrieve the severed head by its hair.

He turns toward the dragon and tosses the head at her feet, making sure to keep his eyes off the ground and on hers the entire time.

She chuffs in what seems like approval. "Ruthless."

A heady rush of pride sweeps through him, giving him confidence as he admits to her, almost accusingly, "I've been looking for you all morning." Her earlier words about his grandfather finally sink in.

He came before you.

She'd chosen him. And now she's choosing Xaden.

She lets out another chuff. "I woke late. And I refuse to skip breakfast, even for Threshing."

Xaden smiles, glancing behind him to see that Garrick has disappeared. His smile wavers, and he worries over the wound in his friend's arm. Will he be okay to keep dragon-seeking?

"You care a lot for him. And for the others." It's a statement, not a question.

"Yes," Xaden answers anyway. He forces down the trepidation over letting her in on his secrets.

The marked ones and Aretia are who he's dedicated his life to, and there's no point in trying to hide it from her. She needs to know who she's choosing, and what he'll be continuing to fight for. And all the types of monsters he's willing to fight against.

"You carry scars for the ones you're devoted to," she notes. "And now you'll carry one for me as well."

The reminder of the wound on his brow cuts through the adrenaline enough for him to feel the sting again. But her words erase any lingering resentment he may have felt over the scratch.

She steps forward. "Get on my back. The cadet you saved will be just fine, and your other friend has already been chosen. There's no point in spending any more time around here tempting the cadets who'd love to take your own head off your shoulders."

Xaden exhales in relief at the news about Masen, and decides to trust her certainty that Garrick will make it just fine on his own.

He hesitates for just a second, calculating the best strategy to make it up her leg. The gauntlet didn't quite prepare him as well for a dragon of her size. It's a challenge, but he makes it up to her back, avoiding the spikes at her neck, and reaches the divot with only minor embarrassment.

"Didn't you practice?" she chastises him, but her tone is light.

"Of course I did." He rolls his eyes. "But you're huge."

She chuffs. "Wait until you see my mate. You'll see who's the real monstrosity of a creature."

Xaden lifts a brow, fighting the discomfort of her knowing what he had been thinking earlier. "Is that always...?" He trails off, not sure how to phrase the question.

She scoffs. "Get used to it, cadet. I know everything about you. I always will." It almost sounds like a threat.

He nods, mostly to himself, knowing he'll just need time to adjust to it.

As a means of distraction, the dragon formally introduces herself. But she also launches into the sky as she does so, and her words are lost to the wind whooshing past Xaden's ears as he directs his focus on staying seated as she flies high above the trees.

He remembers her earlier introduction, though — her name is Sgaeyl. She's a navy Blue Daggertail, once bonded to his grandfather.

Unbidden, a memory from many years ago of his mother rises to the surface. She'd told him once that her father had entered the riders' quadrant while she was a baby. She never got to meet him.

"Dragons aren't allowed to bond direct descendants of their previous riders," Xaden notes lightly, trying to shake off the heavy feeling that comes from remembering his mother.

Sgaeyl stays silent, and Xaden interprets it to mean that she has little care for any rule that may stand in the way of what she wants. And what she wants at the moment is him.

"I could go mad," he continues absentmindedly. Judging from the excited flip his stomach just did at the thought of being wanted by this dragon, he may already be half-way there.

"You won't go mad," Sgaeyl asserts.

He arches his wounded brow. "And how do you know that?"

"Because I chose you," she scoffs.

He grins at the arrogance, but his chest fills with pride. And anticipation, as he sees the flight field getting nearer in the distance.

Soon, they'll be landing in the field. Soon, he'll be walking up the dais to look the roll keeper and General Sorrengail in the eye and announce the name of his new dragon — and relish in the shocked faces of Commandant Panchek, Captain Fitzgibbons, Colonel Aetos, and anyone else who doubted that a dragon would choose Fen Riorson's son — or any marked one.

Sgaeyl knows everything about him. And she chose him.

Xaden Riorson is officially a rider.

#xaden riorson #sgaeyl #xaden and sgaeyl #fourth wing #iron flame #fourth wing fic #empyrean fic #this really got away from me oops #it's way longer than i thought it would be #lina scribbles

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shivunin · 6 months

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Two of Hearts

I meant to post this with the full piece by @ndostairlyrium but sadly I didn't finish it in time to post them together--regardless, here it is now! (the larger version is here. Cannot recommend commissioning her enough; she is a delight of a human being!)

(Fenris/Maria Hawke | 1,541 Words | CW: alcohol)

“Belt off, Hawke,” Varric said the moment she and Fenris stepped into the dwarf’s room in the Hanged Man. “Cloak, too.”

Hawke paused mid-step, one foot through the door and the other on the threshold. Fenris caught himself just before he would have run into her.

“Andraste’s eyebrows, Varric—if you wanted me naked, you ought to’ve asked years ago. I’m afraid my heart belongs to another now,” she sighed. “What a terrible shame for you.”

The room was better-lit than the larger dining room downstairs. It was often so on the nights they came for cards, as if Varric was trying to beat back the Kirkwall night outside. The firelight caught in the curls of Hawke’s hair, left loose today for they’d hardly left her manor before they’d come here. When she tilted her head, Fenris saw the faint curl of a dimple in her cheek. Trying not to smile and failing; a night with Hawke when she was feeling capricious could be dangerous, but he could not find it in himself to feel concerned. He knew very well what had put her in such a good mood, after all.

“Yeah, yeah,” Varric rolled his eyes. “Off, Hawke. If you want to sneak in that extra deck of yours, it’ll have to be some other night.”

“I am outraged,” Hawke said, unclasping her cloak and tossing it in the general direction of a cabinet. It slid to the ground with a soft thud. “Outraged, I say!”

“Oh, stow it,” Isabela said. She sat at the end of the table nearest Varric, her face dissatisfied. “He already took both of my boots, if you can imagine. If I’ve got to suffer, then so do you, Hawke. This floor is like ice.”

“There’s a carpet, Bela,” Varric said, shuffling his own deck. “Boots, too, Hawke.”

“And?” Isabela shot back. “The least you could do is lend a pair of socks.”

Hawke’s belt and boots were set aside, too, and she flounced to the table with visible indignation. Fenris, still standing in the doorway, watched her until she sat, shaking his head slightly. Hawke looked back at him and held out a hand.

Dangerous. Fenris lifted a brow at her and crossed the room, setting the bottle of wine they’d taken from her cellar on the table. His fingers brushed against her outstretched palm while he climbed over the bench. In turn, she touched the small of his back lightly before turning to the cluster of glasses in the center of the table.

“Added more rules, have we?” she asked, sliding one glass to Fenris and taking another for herself. He lifted the corkscrew from the table and passed it to her in turn.

“Just enforcing the usual ones,” Varric tilted the cards up until they shuffled downward again, then cut the deck. He waved half of it at Isabela and Hawke in turn. “I saw the two of you last time. If you can’t play nice, maybe someone has to make you.”

Hawke gasped, still busily twisting the corkscrew. Fenris steadied the other end of the bottle.

“Cheating at Wicked Grace is the point of playing Wicked Grace, as you well know,” she said, and the cork popped loose. “I cannot believe you are interfering with a time-honored tradition when you never even returned my second deck—”

“The one you intended to cheat with,” Varric said, tapping the cards back together again with a snap.

“—oh, allegedly—I never did any such thing—”

“Can’t we just start playing?” Aveline asked from the other end of the table, looking between Hawke and Varric. Hawke poured Fenris’s glass of wine first, then her own.

“—and why don’t Aveline and Fenris and Sebastian have to give up their belts or turn out their pockets, hm?” Hawke went on, glancing between the three of them. Aveline sighed heavily and took a long draught from her goblet.

“Aveline never wins,” Varric told her. “If she’s cheating, she needs the practice.”

“I’ve no need to cheat,” Sebastian added calmly, accepting his cards when Varric slid them to him. “I can win well enough without it.”

Fenris snorted and took his own cards. Under the table, Hawke looped her stockinged ankle around his.

“Why would I cheat?” he asked, wrapping his fingers around the stem of his glass. “Watching you try is more entertaining.”

“I am positively surrounded by spoilsports,” Hawke announced with an air of great tragedy. She accepted her own pile of cards with a sigh. “Where’s Merrill tonight?”

“Some holiday in the alienage,” Isabela said, shifting until her legs were crossed before her. “I told her I’d bring her regrets, but she said she’d be along eventually.”

While Isabela spoke, Hawke shifted on the bench beside Fenris, sitting back and bouncing her leg, then leaning forward again. He took a careful sip of his wine and glanced sidelong at her. Hawke ignored him and drank deeply from her own cup.

“Well, go on, then,” she told Varric. “If we’re to be proper about this.”

“One silver,” he replied, tossing a coin onto the table. “Hawke?”

She set a coin of her own on the table (nobody seemed inclined to ask where she might have produced this from; Fenris, who’d felt the tug on his own belt pouch, said nothing).

The round progressed. To the outside observer, Hawke might have seemed entirely engrossed in the round. Fenris knew better—but then, he could feel how close she sat on the bench, could feel the occasional brush of her fingers against his back or arm. She never demanded any show of affection from him before the others, for which he was grateful. What they had was for them, not for everybody else’s entertainment or speculation.

Even so, she was still herself; he did not begrudge the small gestures she offered instead. She held his hand beneath the table sometimes, or sat so close to him that their legs pressed together. And sometimes, like tonight—

Fenris straightened and turned to look at her, narrowing his eyes. Hawke smiled winningly and rested her stack of cards face-down on the table—a stack of cards slightly thicker than it ought to have been. He reached for his glass of wine, shaking his head at her, and the dimple at her cheek deepened.

“Whatever are you looking at me like that for, messere?” she asked in an undertone.

“You know quite well.”

“Truly, I’ve no idea.”

This time, he felt it when she tucked the card into his belt. Hawke tilted her head and rested her hand on his back for a moment.

Ridiculous. Of late, he spent more than half his nights in her company and yet something in his chest still caught when she looked at him like that.

“Hmm,” he said, because he couldn’t think of anything to say except her name. Hawke leaned closer and turned her face away from the others.

“You did promise,” she whispered, “but if you’re having second thoughts…”

“No,” he said, because he had promised, “go on.”

“Thank you, dearest,” she said, and leaned away again.

“Now, what are the two of you whispering about?” Isabela asked, peering at them over the lantern that rested between them on the table. Fenris lifted his wineglass and took a long drink, studying his cards.

This was…most of a winning hand. He was certain he hadn’t been holding these cards before. He’d intended to fold when the round returned to him, in fact.

“Something terribly boring,” Hawke told Isabela, still smiling. “You couldn’t possibly be interested.”

“Try me,” Isabela said.

“Hawke?” Varric asked.

Hawke lay her cards on the table face-up, not bothering to glance at them again. Fenris studied them briefly, though he’d already known what he would see. They were his cards, with an extra tucked beneath. She had traded her hand for his

“If you must know,” Hawke began, lifting her glass and gesturing broadly with it. It was fortunate that she’d drunk most of it or the two of them would certainly have been doused. “I was reminding him that we need to stop by the market tomorrow. I have been wanting to buy a new pair of boots, you see; the ones I have now pinch awfully and it is rather pleasant to be playing without them on. It is so hard to find a good pair of shoes these days, don’t you think? What I wouldn’t give for one of those fine sets from Antiva with all of the tooled leather and that embroidery that looks—”

“Alright, alright,” Isabela said, taking a bun from the table and rolling her eyes. “Go on then, Fenris.”

“Raise,” he said, and set two coins on the table.

Aveline groaned.

Beside him, Hawke set her glass down. She’d finished the last sip of it and she was smiling to herself, gathering her cards into a neat stack.

When Fenris rested his hand on the table again, his elbow nudged hers as if by accident. Beneath the table, she pressed her knee against his thigh. A thanks, offered and accepted.

After the round ended (Fenris’s belt somewhat heavier for it), he did not turn again when he felt her hand at his back. He knew very well what she was doing—and he had promised, after all.

#fenhawke #fenris #fenris dragon age #maria hawke #femhawke #da2 #dragon age fic #shoutout to one of my favorite pieces of dragon age art ever though i am admittedly biased (thanks again ali! <3)#and a shoutout to my husband who has tolerated me loudly saying 'they're in love!' and pointing at this painting #every time he walks into the room

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Fashion School

Pairings: Professor Charlize Theron x Student Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Professor x Student relationship, Flirting, Height Difference, Age Difference, teasing, Jealous Charlize, cussing in Afrikaans

Pet Names/Nicknames: Darling, Pretty Girl, Wifey & Charlie

Word Count: 2,466

A/N: requested by @primadonnagurl01 they requested a Professor Charlize x Student fic so here it is. I hope you like it!! ☺️

Y/N was a student at one of the richest fashion schools in the world. She wasn't entirely rich but she wasn't poor either. Her mother was a nurse while her father well who knows. Her father left her and her mother when she was 4 years old. The only thing her father has given her and her mom was Money every month for the past 14 years.

Y/N arrived at the school and got out of her car before locking it. She walked up to the school and walked in seeing a lot of students. "Hello Y/N" some of the other students greeted her when she walked by them as she greeted back. She was quite popular in the school since she had the top grades and she was an amazing fashion designer. "Y/N" someone shouted causing her to look up. She saw her friend rushing over before stopping in front of her. "Why hello shortie" Y/N said before chuckling causing the shorter girl to roll her eyes. "You look smoking hot" Charlotte said causing Y/N to laugh at her friend.

"Thank you Charlotte" Y/N said and Charlotte smiled. "Oh and one more thing Professor Theron is looking extra hot today" Charlotte said before giggling. "Oh" Y/N said as she smiled slightly. Everyone knew that Y/N and Charlize flirted with each other. It made the classes more interesting for the students. At Lunchtime the other teachers would laugh when they walked into the cafeteria because the other students would make jokes about Y/N and Charlize being an old married couple. Y/N was Ms. Theron's Assistant when she didn't have any school work to do. "Y/N you look amazing" a boy said and Y/N smiled. "Thank you Alexander" Y/N said and the boy nodded before walking off. "So Y/N you know there's a fashion contest 2 months from now, your signing up for it right" Charlotte said and Y/N scoffed. "Of course I am, I wouldn't miss it" Y/N said causing Charlotte to smile. "It's a fantasy theme so you'll definitely win" Charlotte said causing Y/N to chuckle as they linked arms before walking down the halls. "Good morning girls" Professor Roman said and they both said good morning back. "Hello Professor Roman" Charlotte said as she smiled widely. After they finished talking with Professor Roman they said goodbye.

They walked over to the board before Y/N signed up for the contest. "It looks like you need 11 outfits and 11 people to model them" Charlotte said and Y/N nodded. "Well Charlotte will you do me the honor of being one of my models" Y/N said and Charlotte squealed before hugging Y/N tightly. "Oh oh I know who you should ask next" Charlotte said as she pulled away and smiled up at Y/N. "Do tell" Y/N said as she raised her eyebrow causing Charlotte to roll her eyes. "Ms. Theron of course I bet she'd love to join" Charlotte said wiggling her eyebrows making Y/N roll her eyes. "I'll go ask her at lunch" Y/N said and Charlotte smirked.

It was lunch time so Y/N headed towards Ms. Theron's office. She knocked on the door before opening it. She saw Ms. Theron sitting at her desk working on something. "Hello Wifey" Y/N said and Charlize looked up before smiling. "Why hello Darling you look quite hot in that outfit" Charlize said causing Y/N to blush. "T-thank you" Y/N said making Charlize smile before standing up. "So what can I do for you Darling" Charlize said as Y/N walked up to her desk. "I have a request. Would you like to be a model in my group for the fashion contest" Y/N said causing Charlize to raise her eyebrow. "You want me to be one of your models" she said and Y/N nodded before fiddling with her fingers nervously. "Alright I'll join your group" Charlize said and Y/N's head shot up. "Thank you, you won't regret it" Y/N shouted as she rushed out the door. "I'm sure I won't Darling" Charlize whispered out before she smiled while shaking her head.

"Y/N are you paying attention" Charlize said as she stopped teaching. Everyone looked at Y/N to see her daydreaming. "She's probably daydreaming about you Ms. Theron" a dark purple haired girl said making the whole class laugh. Charlize sighed before shaking her head. She grabbed a piece of paper before crushing it up into a ball. She threw it at Y/N hitting her smack in the face. Y/N snapped out of it with widened eyes as Charlize looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Pay attention darling" Charlize said and Y/N nodded. "Yes wifey" Y/N said making Charlize smile.

After school all of the people Y/N asked to model for her were standing in one of the designing studios. Y/N walked in a couple seconds later and smiled at everyone. "I just need your measurements and then you guys will be good to go" Y/N said and everyone nodded. After Y/N measured everyone and wrote the measurements down she told everyone they could leave. The only three that stayed were Charlotte, Alexander and Charlize. Y/N got out her sketch book and started designing the outfits. "Hey Y/N what are you gonna design for me" Alexander said as he sat down next to Y/N. Y/N looked up at Alexander before raising an eyebrow. "That's for me to know and you to find out when the time comes Alex" Y/N said as she patted his head causing him to frown. He was a sophomore at the fashion school who obviously looked up to Y/N. "Oh come on Y/N please" he whined out and Y/N rolled her eyes. "No now sit there quietly or leave me alone" Y/N said causing the boy to huff but listen anyways.

Charlize was sitting at a table a couple feet away as she watched Y/N and Alexander talk. He would get too close to Y/N and she did not like that making her feel angry and jealous. "Ms. Theron" Charlotte said as Charlize looked over at her. "Yes Miss. Reed" Charlize said as she looked at Charlotte. "What do you think about Y/N" Charlotte said making Charlize raise her eyebrow. "I don't think that's any of your business Miss. Reed" Charlize said as she looked back over to see the two of them laughing. "I'm going to go get some coffee" Charlize said as she stood up before walking away and past the two that were laughing. She walked out of the room before pinching the bridge of her nose. She walked down the halls as she stroked her hands through her hair. "verdomp" Charlize shouted when she was far enough from the room.

Y/N looked up when she heard the door slam shut. She looked up and through the glass walls to see Charlize walking away as she stroked her hand through her hair. "Where is she going" Alexander said making Y/N shrug her shoulders. "She said she was going to get coffee" Charlotte said making the two look at her. "I should go check on her" Y/N said as she started to get up but Charlotte pushed her back down. "I think she wants to be alone for now" Charlotte said causing Y/N to sigh. Y/N went back to drawing out the outfits as Alexander and Charlotte talked.

It was past 9 o'clock and Y/N had started on one of the outfits. Charlotte and Alexander had left 5 hours ago leaving Y/N alone as she quietly listened to some music that was playing in the background. Charlize had just started walking back to the room when she saw Y/N starting on one of the dresses making her frown. She quietly opened the door before slipping into the room. "Y/N you should have gone home it's nine twenty" Charlize said causing Y/N to jump slightly. She looked over her shoulder to see Charlize standing there with her arms folded. "I don't care I want to get these outfits done a week before the contest so I can see if I need to make any adjustments after you all try them one" Y/N said as she looked back as the mannequin she was working on. Charlize sighed before walking up behind her. She put her hands on Y/N's shoulders before squeezing. "I'm not telling you this as a friend I'm telling you this as your teacher, you need to go home and rest you can start working on them tomorrow" Charlize said making Y/N look up at her. "Bu-" she was cut off when Charlize gave her a stern look. "Alright fine" Y/N said as she set her scissors down. "Good" Charlize said as she squeezed Y/N's shoulders before letting go.

It was 2 months later and Y/N had finished all of the outfits except Charlize which was the one she was working on now. She was listening to music with her earbuds in. She was just putting the final touches on the outfit when the door to the studio opened. Charlize walked in but stopped halfway through the doorway when she heard Y/N humming to the song she was listening to while working on the outfit. The others were about to walk in but Charlize stopped them. They all looked through the glass windows that were opened now and saw Y/N finishing up a suit. The other mannequins that had the outfits on were covered up in a black cloth. Y/N had just finished the outfit before she stood up. Y/N put her needle and string down before grabbing the last black cloth. She put it over the taller mannequin before taking it over to where the others were placed. This weekend was the fashion contest so she had 4 days to make any adjustments. She took her earbuds out before turning around. She was startled when she saw everyone standing in the doorway. "How long have you guys been standing there" Y/N said as she looked at everyone. Alexander was about to speak but Charlotte elbowed him in the rib before smiling. "We just arrived Darling" Charlize said as she smiled. Y/N nodded before looking at everyone again. "Well since you guys are here why don't you try the outfits on" Y/N said as she walked over and pushed everyone inside. She put each of them in front of one of the mannequins and smiled. "Oh Y/N before we forgot this is for you" Charlotte said as she held out a hanger with dark blue cloth over it. She took it from Charlotte's hands before unzipping the cloth. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw a beautiful black & red dress.

"Since you've been working hard on our outfits we thought we'd come together to make you yours" a girl named Violet said and Y/N smiled. "Ms. Theron did most of the work though she did all of the lace designs , plus she insisted on doing it to make it absolutely perfect for you" a black haired boy said. Y/N looked at Charlize to see her looking away with a faint blush crossing her face. Y/N set the dress down on the table before hugging Charlize tightly. "Thank you Charlie" Y/N said as Charlize looked at the other students with a glare. They all just smiled before high-fiving each other quietly. After high-fiving each other they all took the black cloth off of the mannequins that were in front of them. Their eyes all widened in shock at how beautiful the outfits were.

"Y/N these are absolutely amazing you've outdone yourself" Emily said before hugging Y/N. Charlize rolled her eyes as she looked back at the outfit that was in front of her. "Looks like she worked extra hard on yours Ms. Theron" Dylan teased before he wiggled his eyebrows. Y/N looked away and blushed as she felt Charlize eyes on her. "Alright why don't we try them all on" Charlize said as she looked away from Y/N. Y/N walked out of the changing room after putting the dress on. She looked up when she didn't hear anything. Charlize had stopped fixing the tie as she saw Y/N in the dress. Everyone else stared in shock at how the dress looked on her. Y/N looked at her professor before blushing. She walked up to Charlize before fixing the tie not daring to look up. Y/N heard Charlize couch making her look up to see her rubbing the back of her neck. "You look beautiful in that dress Darling" Charlize said making Y/N blush. "T-thank you, you look handsome in this suit" Y/N said making Charlize smile.

The others looked at each other before rolling their eyes. Gavin walked over and shoved past her pushing her in Charlize who caught her. They both blushed as they looked away from each other. Y/N pulled away a bit but Charlotte pushed her into Charlize again. Y/N looked up into Charlize forest green eyes before smiling softly. "Charlie I uh I li-" before Y/N could finish Charlize leaned down and kissed her. Charlotte and the others screamed excitedly before Casey got her phone out and took a picture. She sent it to the whole school saying they finally kissed. Y/N pulled away after a couple seconds for air before hiding her face in the suit. "I like you too precious" Charlize said as she felt Y/N tighten her grip on the suit.

On the day of the contest Y/N had won first place of course. Everyone congratulated her before leaving her and Charlize alone backstage. "You did amazing out there Y/N I'm really proud of you and you did an incredible job creating these outfits" Charlize said as she loosened up the tie a bit. She looked up to see Y/N's face red causing her to smile. She stood up from the crate she was sitting on before walking over. She took hold of Y/N's hands causing Y/N to look up at her. "So Y/N Y/L/N would you be my girlfriend" Charlize said making Y/N's eyes widened in shock before she nodded her head. "Yes yes yes s million times yes" Y/N shouted before she kissed Charlize.

Verdomp- God Damit

#charlize theron my beloved 😍#Charlize Theron #Professor Charlize Theron #Charlize Theron x Reader #Professor x Student #Lesbian #River's Stories 📜#My Wifey❣️❤️♥️

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Sebek Zigvolt (Vignette) – Dorm Uniform

Here is my translation of Sebek Zigvolt’s vignette from his Dorm Uniform card.

Spoilers below the cut!

Part 1

(Class 1-A and 1-D’s Joint Magical Defense Class: First Session)

(The school bell rings)

Ace: And there’s the bell. Sweet, all we had to do today was go over the intro for the assignment.

Deuce: Yeah. From what the professor was saying, this joint class will last for four sessions, and the assignment will be to use three different types of magic in order to take down some sort of target. Apparently it’s going to be, like, a puppet that moves around or something? Gah, practical assignments make me so nervous and this one sounds like it’s going to be tough. But I know we also have to give a demonstration in front of the class at the end, and there’s no way I’m gonna let my self look like a fool in front of everyone!

Ace: Sure, it might be a little tricky to pull off. But the hardest part of this thing is gonna be-

???: I REFUSE!!!!

Deuce: G-geez, that scared the crap out of me.

Ace: That super loud voice…

Sebek: Why must I join forces with you lot!

Classmate A: What do you mean “Why”?! Because it’s a group assignment, you- …. Ugh, how many times do we have to explain this to you??

Deuce: That’s Sebek from Diasomnia… sounds like they’re arguing about something.

Ace: Honestly, I don’t blame ‘em. The teacher choose our teammates for us at random, and now we’re gonna have to practice together with these guys and pull off the demonstration as a team or whatever. Ain’t nobody in this school’d be down for something like that. It’s a huge pain, and I ain’t happy about it either.

Deuce: I mean, yeah, it’s annoying… but if we don’t pass, we’ll get held back after class and given even more work to do. Now that would suck. I don’t think we have much of a choice but to play nice with our group members and get this over with.

Sebek: The day we shall receive our grades for this assignment happens to fall on a very special day for me… For you see, I have been tasked with guarding Lord Malleus all on my own on that day, in Sir Lilia and Silver’s absence. It shall be a great honor for me. It’s absolutely absurd they would dare penalize us for an unsatisfactory grade on such an important occasion! Nothing takes precedence over the young Lord, and I certainly will not have the spare time available to complete any supplemental work!

Ace: There it is. His precious “young Lord”.

Deuce: All he ever talks about is Draconia Senpai, huh. I get he respects him, but it can be really annoying sometimes. It’s like the guy’s on a completely different wavelength than everyone else…

Ace: Heh, check it out. His team members are already getting turned off by his attitude. Seeing him act like that, I bet he's usually the odd one out in his class.

Classmate B: Dude, could you stop yelling for one second? We get it, you don’t want to fail and get held back after class. And that’s exactly why we need to work toge-

Sebek: By no means can I stay behind after class. For that sake, it would be prudent for me to discard of any concerning factors in this equation. I’m perfectly capable of completing this assignment on my own, and I’ve no need of a human’s assistance. You two would only be a hindrance for me.

Classmate A: Huh? You calling us deadweight? Man, you’re constantly looking down on humans. It really pisses me off….

Classmate B: Save it. If he wants to do this thing on his own, might as well let him. Anyways, I know you and me don’t care about getting held back, so does it really matter if we let Sebek do what he wants?

Classmate A: Yeah, I guess you’re right. No way I’m going to be able to put up with this guy for much longer. Alright, Sebek. You’re on your own now, so give it your best shot.

Sebek: That’s been my intention from the start. The best and only way you two can help me is to stand back and do nothing.

Classmate A / Classmate B: THIS GUY'S REALLY PISSING ME OFF!!

Ace / Deuce: Sheesh…

Deuce: Wow. Sebek really is something. He turned his whole team against him just like that.

Ace: If he’d just quit with his holier than thou garbage and let people help him, he’d be able to ace this thing easy-peasy. The guy seriously does not get how the world works.

(Later that day, during lunch)

Ace: Dang! The cafeteria’s packed already. And the only free spots left are… behind Sebek. C’mon, I just wanna eat my food in peace and quiet here!

Deuce: Yeah, I wish we’d gotten here sooner. I hate having to sit next to you…

Ace: Dude, that’s my line! Whatever, guess we don’t have any other choice.

(Ace and Deuce go sit down at the table behind where Sebek, Lilia, and Silver are seated)

Lilia: By the way, how was class today, Sebek?

Sebek: Yes, sir! ‘Twas nary a problem.

Lilia: Is that so? You always answer the same way every time I ask. You’re just a 1st year and all, so it’s alright if you’re making any mistakes in class.

Sebek: It’s the truth! No issues here at all.

Ace: Pff…

Sebek: What was that? You’re Ace and Deuce from Heartslabyul, are you not? Don’t tell me you were laughing at me just now?

Ace: Why are you sitting there saying, “nO pRoBLeMs aT aLL!”? Hah, as if.

Silver: …. Did something happen?

Deuce: He got into a huge argument during our joint magical defense class earlier. We’re supposed to be doing an assignment together in groups of three, but he blew up at his team members and said they were just going to get in his way. It sounded like he decided to do the assignment on his own.

Ace: Honestly, it was pretty amazing to watch. We’re all supposed to be working together with our team members, but he totally turned his against him.

Lilia: What’s this? Have you gotten into another quarrel with your classmates, Sebek?

Silver: Sebek…

Ace: Gotta say, your confidence is pretty impressive. Thinking you can pull off a 3-man assignment all by yourself like that.

Sebek: And why should you find that strange? As our Lord’s guard, it’s only natural that I should be capable of handling such a trivial matter.

Ace: ….Seriously? I was being sarcastic, dude.

Deuce: I’m not going to poke fun at you like Ace here, but as an honor student, I can’t ignore your behavior, Sebek. It’s fine if you want to act all tough, but you need to stop bothering people around you.

Sebek: Hmph. How pitiful. Devoting oneself to one’s studies is expected to be a solitary endeavor. If you truly mean to say that your attention keeps getting interrupted by the actions of those around you, that is proof of your meager concentration skills. If you wish to lay blame on someone for that, then blame your own carelessness.

Ace: You’re wasting a lot of big words just to say a whole lotta nothin’. And you’re always super loud in class, too. Why can’t you put all that gabbing you do to good use and maybe try acting at least somewhat agreeable for a change?

Sebek: The entire reason I came to Night Raven College was for our Lord’s sake, and his sake alone. As I am only here to stand by his side as his guard, it matters to me not what others may think of me.

Ace: You gotta be kiddin’ me…. If he still doesn’t get it, then we’re just wasting our breathe here.

Deuce: Silver Senpai, Lilia Senpai, we apologize for disturbing you in the middle of your meal. It looks like some seats have opened up elsewhere, so we’ll go move now.

(Deuce and Ace leave)

Silver / Lilia: ………………

Sebek: Hmm? Is something the matter?

Lilia: No…. I was just thinking that you really do put Malleus above everything else, don't you.

Sebek: Why, thank you! I admire you greatly, Sir Lilia, and I am deeply touched to hear you say that.

Lilia: It wasn’t a compliment…

Part 2

Sebek: At any rate, ‘tis a shame we couldn’t accompany Lord Malleus at lunch today.

Lilia: I stopped by his class earlier, and it looks like they’ll be getting out a bit late.

Sebek: I see… As I thought, the 3rd year students really are quite busy.

Lilia: Hm? Oh, I recognize that face. That’s your “I’m waiting for Malleus!” face. How nostalgic!

Sebek: Pardon?

Lilia: It was back when Malleus and I were 1st years, and we’d just returned to the Valley for a visit. You were making that same exact face as you eagerly awaited our arrival, and you wound up bursting into tears of joy in the end.

Sebek: A-ah, that was simply because I was so deeply moved by Lord Malleus’s kind words that it made my eyes well up a bit…. How embarrassing…

Sebek: I can still clearly remember what he told me upon his return to the Valley. He said, “You should come attend Night Raven College with us.” What boundless consideration for his subjects! As one would expect from our Lord.

Silver: Not only did you get accepted into Night Raven College like you were wanting, but you also got placed into the same dorm as our Lord. I’m happy for you, Sebek.

Sebek: Yes, well, I can’t fathom I’d have ever wound up in a dorm different than our Lord’s. ….Ah, I’ve got P.E. class this afternoon. I’ll need to change my outfit and start getting ready. I’ll go ahead and take my leave now. Sir Lilia, I’m delighted we had the chance to talk today. And Silver, don’t fall asleep in any of the rest of your classes today, either. Farewell.

(Sebek departs)

Silver: …I was thinking that if Sebek started going to school here, his attitude towards others around him would change, but… He’s just the same as ever. He doesn’t look like he has any interest in getting to know people outside the Valley.

Lilia: Hm…. Sebek is strict both towards himself and with others. I fear he’s simply not able to adjust himself in order to fit in with those around him.

Silver: By the way, I was thinking of something when you were talking to Sebek just now. Back when you and Lord Malleus had just gotten accepted into Night Raven College, it seemed like Sebek started training even harder after that.

Lilia: Is that right? I was so busy with school at the time I wasn’t really able to look after you boys all that much.

Silver: And when I learned I’d also be going to school here, he warned me not to be a nuisance to you both and then wished me well… I remember he held my acceptance letter in his hands and stared at it quietly for a long, long time.

Lilia: I see, that’s not surprising. In the year between the three of us going to school and him receiving his own acceptance letter, I’m certain he must have been so worried. Not that he’d ever admit it

Silver: Worried?

Lilia: In order to get accepted at Night Raven College, you need to have a sense for magic. But Sebek was late in developing his magic, remember? I’m sure he must have been concerned whether he was a good enough mage to get into this school. He’s a composed and clever boy. …Well, as long it’s not something involving Malleus, ‘cause then he’s completely hopeless... At any rate, I’m sure he’s able to evaluate his own magical prowess objectively.

Silver: Ah, that’s right. I remember he was really shocked when I ended up developing my magic before he did.

Lilia: Heh heh. Oh, yes. I remember that, too. He was so down in the dumps about it, and it was quite the effort trying to console him!

Silver: Hah, that really brings me back.

Lilia: Though he had a late start in becoming a mage, he more than made it up for it with his strength and his knowledge. And after finally developing his magic, he further continued to hone his abilities. I’m sure his diligent training is what guided him on his journey here to Night Raven College. It’s not everyday you come across someone with such an earnest drive to keep pushing themselves forward like that. His level of conviction is truly amazing.

Silver: That’s right. There’s certainly a thing or two I could learn from him.

Lilia: I wish his classmates could see all those good things about him, too… But this will be a good lesson for him. Let’s keep quiet for now and just observe from the sidelines, then.

Silver: Yes, sir.

Lilia: And it’ll be more fun this way!

Silver: Father…

(Joint Magical Defense Class: Third Session)

Deuce: Starting today, we’ll be practicing for our assignment while wearing our dorm uniforms, since they’ve got a resistance to magic and all. Dunno about you, but I’m getting kinda pumped up now.

Ace: Really? We wear these uniforms everyday, though. Can’t say I feel any different.

???: BUT WHY!???

Deuce: I feel like I’m having déjà vu or something…

Sebek: This cannot be! I absolutely object to this!

Ace: Geez, Sebek’s over there arguing with his team again.

Deuce: Yeah, but this time it looks like his teammates are complaining about something, too.

Sebek: I cannot believe this…. All three of us have to participate in the demonstration tomorrow in order for us to pass!? That means that even if I clear the requirements on my own, we’ll still all fail… This “group work” nonsense is truly maddening!!

Classmate A: And if we fail, we’ll be banned from our club activities for a whole week!?? The club president’s going to be so mad at me if that happens…

Classmate B: Same here. We got a match coming up soon, and I don’t even want to imagine how Kingscholar Senpai would react if I bailed on practice just ‘cause of something stupid like that…

Sebek: ….

Deuce: It suddenly got all quiet.

Ace: They’re probably just giving each other death glares or something. They made it so awkward during the last session, too. No way I’d wanna go anywhere near those guys.

Sebek: ….I haven’t any other choice. I shall grant you both roles for the assignment.

Classmate B: Why you gotta keep talking down to us like that?

Classmate A: This is your fault we ended up in this mess in the first place! Treating us like we’re deadweight and barking at us to leave you alone!

Sebek: Were you both not letting me do all the work this whole time, just so you could take it easy?

Classmate A / Classmate B: Ack!

Sebek: I myself am reluctant to enquire by a couple of humans for assistance, but if it’s for the sake of the young Lord, then so be it. I haven’t any other choice, and neither do you two. Isn’t that right?

Classmate A: …..It pisses me off to admit it, but Sebek’s right. We’re going to have to work together.

Classmate B: Fine, whatever. But if we’re gonna do this as a team, then could you cool it with the superiority complex!

Sebek: Hah! Fine, I shall grant you a compromise then!

Classmate B: …Never mind, it’s useless.

Classmate A: We all have to give our demonstrations tomorrow, right? Do you guys think we can pull this off? Our team’s falling apart, and we haven’t practiced at all…

Part 3

(The following Day. Joint Magical Defense Class: Fourth Session)

Sebek: Soon, it will be our team’s turn to demonstrate. Are you prepared, humans!

Classmate A / Classmate B: Yeah…

Sebek: YOU ARE TOO QUIET, HUMANS!!

Classmate A: Does it really matter how loud we are? Shouting “Let’s go, team!” or whatever isn’t really going to help us here...

Classmate B: Honestly, Sebek, I’m not all that confident I’m going to be able to work together with you and pass the assignment…

Sebek: You two are completely unmotivated, I see. With an attitude like that, you wouldn’t be able to overcome even the most surefire of battles… Listen, do you recall what we decided on beforehand, regarding what types of magic you are each responsible for using?

Classmate A: Yes, we’re both going to use the types of magic we’re personally best at. That’s water for me, and fire for him. I remember at least that much. …But was it really alright for us to pick ours first before you could?

Classmate B: The rules say we have to use three different types of magic during the demonstration, and since we chose two types already, Sebek can’t just go and chose whatever type he’s best at. It’s going to have to be something different from ours.

Sebek: It matters not, for I make sure to practice a wide variety of magic every day. Besides, I’m well aware of how difficult it can be to overcome something you aren’t good at in just one night…. To ensure we pass this assignment, I wanted to leverage the strongpoints that you both already possess.

Classmate A: Huh. I see.

Classmate B: He’s still actin’ all high and mighty, but what he’s saying makes sense.

Sebek: Alright then, LET’S GO!

Classmate A: O water! Envelop that puppet in your grasp and cease its movements!Crud, that thing’s a lot faster than I imagined! I can’t land a hit on it.

Classmate B: Me either. I don’t think any of my attacks have even grazed it so far.

Sebek: That puppet is much nimbler than I’d envisioned. It moves itself as though it were a real person… What an interesting exercise this has turned out to be.

Classmate A / Classmate B: …………….

Sebek: Oi, what are you two standing around for! Try again! And do not cease until you have struck the target!

Classmate B: But our time’s about to run out… I doubt we’ll be able to pass at this rate.

Classmate A: I guess our slapstick team really was hopeless after all…

Sebek: SILENCE! WE HAVEN’T THE TIME FOR YOUR FEEBLE COMPLAINTS!

Classmate B: W-what!? That scared me…

Classmate A: You’re way too freaking loud!

Sebek: Yes, I saw you had both fallen into a stupor from your trepidation, and I needed to rouse you out of it. No matter how unattainable a goal may appear, you mustn’t give up. You will discover the means to victory if you just keep trying! To think, you lot would falter after only a few failed attempts… It’s pitiful! Don’t tell me that’s as far as your determination will take you! Where is your pride as Night Raven College students! HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO ACHIEVE ANYTHING IF YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE FAITH IN YOURSELVES!!

Classmate A: You know what Sebek? You really aren’t all that ba-

Sebek: For the sake of my beloved young Lord, I absolutely and positively cannot fail this assignment. As your good fortune would have it, you are, in a way, working for our Lord right now. If you want to give up or throw yourselves to the ground in defeat, you are free to do so. But not until after we have secured our victory! For Lord Malleus’s sake!

Classmate A: Why, you little-!!!!

Classmate B: This whole time, you were only thinking about Draconia Senpai and yourself!!

Sebek: Heh, it seems your vigor has returned to you.

Classmate B: Huh? Oh, I guess I do kind of feel more energized after yelling like that.

Classmate A: I’m not going to sit just around and give up now after he’s made a mockery of us like that. Come on, let’s show him what we’ve got! Take this!

Ace: Woah, check it out. Sebek’s team is getting all fired up all of a sudden. Is that their strategy or something?

Deuce: They’re not going to be able to land a hit on the puppet if they just keep blindly firing off their magic left and right like that. I wonder what they’re planning?

Ace: Just brute force it I guess? Honestly, at this rate, no matter what kind of magic Sebek ends up throwing into the mix I doubt it’s gonna get them anywhere.

Sebek: ….Excellent. It looks like I was able to raise their morale. Having a strong esprit de corps is essential in the throes of battle. I mustn’t let this opportunity escape my grasp. The decisive move here shall be... I've got it! You there, human! Strike your fire magic at that puddle of water yonder!

Classmate A: Puddle? Oh, you mean from when my attack missed earlier?

Classmate B: I’m kinda starting to get used to Sebek’s bossy tone… It’s worth a shot!

(Classmate B does as commanded and a bunch of steam fills the air after his fire magic strikes the puddle)

Ace: Woah, that’s a lot of steam! I can hardly see anything…

Sebek: Perfect, now’s my chance! Since this puppet so elaborately mimics the movements of a real person, then robbing it of its sight should have the same effect on it as it would on any one of us. There, now it can hardly move. ‘Twas certainly a most interesting exercise, however, the fact that our target for this assignment ended up being this man-like puppet rather than some simple object was most fortuitous for me. Had this been a test centered solely upon our magical powers, then perchance I might have struggled a bit… However, I have faith in all the preparedness training I’ve done for situations like this! In the name of Lord Malleus, I shall have you perish here! TAKE THIS!

Ace: Woah, Sebek landed a direct hit…. and that puppet is freakin’ toast!! Was he just waiting for his chance this whole time?

Deuce: I think he’s the first person in the whole class that managed to destroy the puppet in one try like that. Guy’s got some skills…

Sebek: Well then, I shall now read aloud the evaluation we’ve received from the professor.

Classmate A / Classmate B: *Gulp*

Sebek (reading aloud): “Although your team exhibited speed and control issues with executing your attacks, you all displayed a remarkable, determined effort to push through your struggles during the latter half of your exhibition. In accordance with the assignment’s requirements, your team successfully employed three different types of magic and destroyed the target. Result: Pass”

Classmate A / Classmate B: We…We did it!!

Sebek: Ah, I see we weren’t able to receive full marks…. All of us, myself included, still have much to improve on.

Classmate A: What are you grumbling for? You should be celebrating with us. You really are useless at reading the atmosphere, huh. But you know, what you said to us back there did help get us fired up… in both a good and bad sense… Thanks, man.

Classmate B: Yeah, you’re right. And I kind of feel like I understand why you always yell so much, Sebek.

Sebek: Is that so…. You both also showed a tremendous effort today. I was able to witness the fruits of your determination, and you really didn’t do all that bad for a couple of humans.

Classmate A: Heh, it’s kind of weird hearing you talk all calmly like that.

Sebek: However, had I been permitted to complete this assignment on my own, I could have done so in half the time that you lot required.

Classmate B: The hell?!? Weren’t we just talking about how we were able to pass the assignment ‘cause of our teamwork??

Sebek: What? I recall no such discussion. Your efforts and my strength are completely unrelated. I was simply adhering to the rules of this assignment! I doubtless could have secured an easy victory on my own without relying on your help!

Classmate A: I kind of regret thanking him now…

Classmate B: And I regret thinking he wasn't all that bad! Sebek, dude, you seriously gotta do something about that attitude!

(Later that day, after school)

Sebek: My lord, I shall be the only one accompanying you as your guard today. I shall strive to do my best!

Malleus: Very well. …By the way, I heard about your success in your joint magical defense class earlier today.

Sebek: Huh!? W-Whence did you hear that, My Lord?

Malleus: I met with Lilia and Silver before coming here, and they told me all about it. I can see you’ve made great progress, Sebek.

Sebek: L-Lord Malleus…! …Really, t’was nothing but a trivial matter. For you, My Lord, I shall certainly strive to continue being diligent in my studies, for so long as I shall live!

#sebek zigvolt #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #deuce spade #ace trappola #twst #twisted wonderland #silver #vignette #my tl

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moonfairywritings · 7 months

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Nessa x Mer!Reader

Franchise: Pokémon

Genre: One-shot; friends to lovers

Trigger warnings: None

Proofread, but I'm stupid, so I might have missed something. Sorry T~T

A/n: A little something I've been wanting to do for a while. Happy (extremely) belated Mermay!

"Dreadnaw, use Rock Tomb!" Nessa commanded the Pokémon before her. Dreadnaw obeyed the order immediately and let out an angry cry as it kicked up rocks and sent them flying towards the Appletun on the other side of the field.

"You're doing great, Appletun! Now use Solar Beam!"

As usual, Milo was beating Nessa into the dirt. Her eyes widened as the Pokémon began to gather light fueled by the sun that had been previously set up by Milo's Eldegoss. Dreadnaw was weakened, and she had no more team members that could fight, but there was no way she was going to give up. Her honor and dignity as a gym leader was at stake.

"You can do it, just hang in there, Dreadnaw!" She encouraged. "Take it head on then make a comeback with Aqua Tail!"

Dreadnaw grunted in agreement. Nessa could see it physically tense up, waiting for the Solar Beam to hit.

"No-!"

Nessa watched in anguish as her ace yelled out in pain as the blinding light made contact. The crowd was going wild, people were screaming, cheering, chanting for both Nessa and Milo.

Please make it, please, please make it.

The light began to settle as Appletun's attack finished. Nessa squinted over the dust that had been kicked up to see the state of her Dreadnaw. The announcer's voice blared over the intercom before she even had a chance to react.

"-and it looks like Dreadnaw is unable to fight, which means Milo is the winner once again!"

Once the initial shock was over, Nessa ran over to Dreadnaw and knelt down beside it.

"I'm so sorry buddy, I shouldn't have..." She sighed, pulling out her Pokéball. "You did amazing."

*•.¸❀

Interviewers crowded the lobby of the Turffield gym, making it hard for Nessa to escape the locker room.

"Who designed this place? Since when do locker rooms not have a back exit? God." Nessa muttered to herself as she swiftly dodged the camera crew and news reporters before being spotted. At least she had practice escaping paparazzi. Lots of practice. She successfully exited the building when she heard a voice call out to her.

"That was a great match, Nessa! You and your team make one heck of an opponent."

Nessa turned around to see Milo smiling at her cheerfully. Win or lose, he always had something to be optimistic about. Sometimes Nessa wished she had that superpower.

"Y-yeah, thanks." She answered, awkwardly tugging at her sunglasses. "I'm kind of in a hurry, so..."

"Oh, no worries." Milo assured her. "I know you're a busy person. Keeping up with your gym, modeling. Anyways, I'll see you around!"

"Mhm. See you." With a curt nod, she briskly picked up her pace. She wanted to get as far away from the stadium as possible. "Next time, we're going to win. And I mean it. I'm supposed to be a gym leader, I'm not going to be able to keep my position if I let type disadvantages be such a huge roadblock."

Saying Nessa is a competitive person would be an understatement. What's the point of trying anything if you don't win? She was going to get stronger. She had to get stronger.

*•.¸❀

Hours had passed since her loss to Milo. Hours upon hours of training and Nessa still didn't feel like they had accomplished anything. Despite this, she and her team were exhausted, and she decided to quit for the day. She collapsed into the grass with a heavy sigh and looked up at the sky, now an orange-pink as the sun began to set.

"Draaaaw..."

Dreadnaw lightly headbutted the side of Nessa's head, a look of concern on its face. Nessa smiled tiredly and reached up to stroke its cheek.

"You did great today. Why don't we go for a quick swim before heading home?"

Nessa stood up and brushed the grass from her clothing and walked down the grassy slope towards a small lake on the outskirts of the wild area. The water glistened beautifully underneath the setting sun, and Nessa felt the tension in her body melt away just by looking at it. Upon reaching the lake, she removed her sandals and slowly waded into the water, while Dreadnaw loudly ran into the water and began splashing around excitedly. Nessa closed her eyes and inhaled, taking in the fresh scents of lush water plants.

"Naw!"

"Huh?" Nessa opened her eyes and turned her attention back towards Dreadnaw, who was staring intently at a bushy area of horsetails near the edge. The water was rippling as if something had made a quick dive beneath the surface. Deciding to investigate, she made her way towards the source of the splash, expecting it to be a fish Pokémon of some sorts.

"I don't see anything. It was probably just a Feebas or someth- AH!"

"Hmhmhmm~"

From within the horsetails, something had splashed water into Nessa's eyes, a sharp giggle coming right after. Nessa wiped the water from her eyes, and stared in disbelief at the culprit.

"What... You're a..."

With only their head and the tip of their tail emerging from the water, a person with the tail of a fish looked up at Nessa with mischief dancing in their eyes. The way their scales shimmered in the sunlight made it hard for Nessa not to reach out and touch them. After staring at them for what felt like hours, trying to discern if this was all real or not, Nessa cautiously reached out her hand towards the Merperson, but their eyes widened at the sudden close contact and they quickly retreated into the safety of the water.

"No, wait!" Nessa yelled out. "I wasn't going to-" the ripples in the water settled, and there was no sign of them. "They're gone..."

Nessa left the water, still in shock from what she had seen. She had come face-to-face with a real Merperson, like something out of a fairytale. She decided right then and there that she would befriend them, and that she would keep this a secret, even from Sonia. Who knew what would happen if word got out about the existence of Merpeople.

Even if they weren't friends yet, Nessa vowed to protect them at all costs.

*•.¸❀

Nessa woke up bright and early the next morning and headed straight towards the bakery. Before heading to the gym, she planned on getting her soon-to-be friend a pastry as an ice breaker. She stood in front of the glass case looking at all of the warm, freshly baked pastries.

"What would Merpeople even eat?" She mused.

"What was that, Miss?" Asked the baker behind the counter.

"O-oh! Nothing, sorry." Nessa replied, silently cursing herself for speaking out loud. "Um, I'll take two raspberry danishes, please."

After paying for the pastries, she left the bakery and made her way back towards the lake where she met the Merperson. Her thoughts began to wander back to the playful look in their eyes that sparkled like the water, their wet hair clinging to their forhead, and the sound of their voice after they had splashed her. It was all so enchanting. Nessa hadn't realized how long she had been walking until she heard a voice coming from the lake.

"Your face is all red."

Nessa snapped out of her daydream and looked towards the source of the voice. There in the lake, propped up against a large rock was the Merperson, staring at her with an amused smile tugging at their lips. She touched her cheek and discovered that her face was not only red, but hot.

"Oh, um, I must have gotten a sunburn." She said sheepishly.

"Mhm, sure." The Merperson replied. They pushed themselves from the rock out towards the center of the lake, floating on their back. "So why'd you come back? To oggle the fish person, I presume?"

"Oggle? No, I, well. I brought you something." Nessa held out the bag for them to see.

"A bag? Just what I've always wanted!" They said sarcastically, splashing water into the air in mock excitement.

Nessa laughed. "No, I mean I brought you something in the bag. A raspberry danish." She pulled one of the pastries out of the bag and went to sit on the edge of the lake.

"A raspberry what?" They swam over to where Nessa had sat herself on the grassy bank. "Mm, it smells good."

Nessa handed it out to them. "Here, try it."

The Merperson looked inspected it for a moment before reaching out a hand to grab it, but before they did, they grabbed a fistful of Nessa's shirt and quickly wiped their hands on it before taking the pastry.

"Hey! What was that for?!" Nessa exclaimed. "Now my shirt is soaking!"

They shrugged. "Oh, I'm sorry. I figured you were supposed to eat this dry, but I guess it needs to be dipped in lake water first."

"You're kind of a piece of work, aren't you?" Nessa said as she wrung out her shirt.

The Merperson giggled in reply and took a bite of the danish. "Hey, this is actually pretty good."

Nessa smiled. "I'm glad you like it." Her phone vibrated in her pocket, which made the Merperson perk their head up in interest.

"What was that noise?"

"Oh, just my phone." Nessa answered.

"Phone? What's that?" They asked curiously.

"It's- shoot. I have to get to the gym."

"Gym?'

"Yeah." Nessa stood up and put her phone back in her pocket. "I have to go. But real quick... Can I get your name? Mine's Nessa."

"Nessa..." They repeated. "My name's [Y/N]."

"I like it. It's pretty." Nessa said with a smile.

[Y/N] swam over to the edge. They seemed... Down. "Nessa? Will you... Will you come see me again? It gets lonely out here."

Nessa crouched down by the edge. "Of course, I promise I'll come back every day." Without thinking, she brushed the bangs out of their eyes, causing their cheeks to flush a faint pink. Nessa's hand lingered on their cheek for a second too long as she looked into their eyes. Their beautiful eyes... "Um, anyways, I'll see you later, [Y/N]." Nessa backed away from the bank, and gave them a wave before hurrying away, trying in vain to keep her face from lighting up any more than it already was.

"Bye, Nessa." They called from behind her.

For some reason, those parting words seemed to vibrate in the back of her skull. They had such a nice voice. Nice eyes, nice hair, a nice smile.

Nessa felt lighter and giddier that day than she had in ages. She had difficulty focusing on her work, which concerned some people, but she didn't care. All she cared about was getting to see them again.

*•.¸❀

A few months had passed since Nessa and [Y/N]'s first meeting. The first few weeks consisted of Nessa bringing them food offerings, or else they would just sit there, arms crossed and pouty, and pretend she wasn't there. It was a little aggravating, but soon the Merperson became accustomed to Nessa's presence, and "offerings" were no longer necessary.

"Have you beaten him yet?" [Y/N] asked. They were sitting on the edge of the bank beside Nessa, with only the tip of their tail in the water. Nessa sighed in response, her furrowed brow giving an amused [Y/N] their answer.

"No..." The young woman replied, glancing away out of embarrassment. [Y/N] only laughed in response.

"Aww, are those cute little plants giving you trouble~?" [Y/N] playfully poked Nessa's nose, laughing even harder at her surprised and bashful expression.

"H-Hey, it's not funny!" Nessa half heartedly swatted [Y/N]'s hand away and adjusted the denim cap she was wearing. "Even with my team knowing practically every ice type move under the sun, it feels like he's just this indestructible wall. It's so frustrating." She glanced over at [Y/N], whose usual mocking expression was gone, and instead was replaced with one of sympathy.

"Well, regardless, I wish I could see one of your matches." [Y/N] looked off into the distance. There was an uncharacteristic sadness in their eyes that made Nessa's heart crack.

"I wish you could too." She said quietly. There was a moment of silence, before [Y/N] spoke up.

"Um, Nessa?" They said quietly.

"What's wrong?" There was a bit of worry in her voice. The Merperson was never this... vulnerable.

"Do you... enjoy coming to visit me? Aren't I boring? I can't exactly leave..."

"Of- of course I do!" Nessa assured. "I've come to visit you every day, haven't I? Just like I promised." She gave [Y/N] a reassuring smile and laid her hand atop theirs. The softness of their hand was almost distracting, she kind of wished she could run her fingers over their silky smooth skin for hours.

"Yeah, you have." [Y/N] exhaled, letting out a bunch of tension they didn't know they were holding in. "Just like you promised." They scooted closer to Nessa, and rested their head on her shoulder.

Nessa's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Her eyes wide, she looked down at their ethereal figure. They looked so calm, so at peace. The fact that they trusted her enough to be this close filled her with a warmth she had never felt before, and one she wanted to preserve for as long as possible. She intertwined her fingers with theirs, and gently kissed their forehead.

"And I'll continue to keep that promise. Because... because you're the most precious thing in the world to me."

#pokemon #swsh #nessa #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon headcanons #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #fluff #gender neutral reader

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cccat-in-a-meat-sack · 5 months

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Various roleplayer starters I have written because they're long and I like them:

tw// mentions of forced labor, sl@ves, implied h@ngings, and brief mentions of wh1pp1ng + not so brief mentions of d3ath, and m*rder

When Karael Zarall was 12 years old, he learned about family tradition and honor. It meant loving your family, putting them above all else, making them proud. When Karael Zarall was 12 years old he made a single promise, to always uphold his family tradition. When Karael Zarall was 12 years old, he made the first and last promise he ever made.

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Karael always liked to get up with the sun. There was something about feeling the slightly damp grass and dirt, the feeling of sun heating up his skin as he trained, the feeling of knowing he was on a schedule with something otherworldy. Yet today, when his alarm clock rang and he could feel his albino mercat bumping her head against him, begging to be fed, there was just something. An unease in the air that stirred up trouble in his senses, that made his hair stand on end and his ears to be alright. Used to tradition however, he got up and pulled on a shirt, going to feed his mercat. He got a very special breed, one that could move between land and sea as they pleased, with webbed paws and gills but also all the perks of a normal cat. "There you go Abby." He mumbled, stroking her fur as he set the bowl down. He headed to the bathroom, brushing his hair and his teeth, not realizing what was off until he looked in the mirror. "Shit. It's today." He muttered under his breath, tying his hair back so it wouldn't be in his eyes, trying to ignore all the thoughts in his brain that told him to run, run far away from those monsters, run far away from it all. But, he didn't. Bring honor to your family. His brain whispered. So, he did. He made sure Abby's cat door was unlocked, he dressed in a simple attire of slightly loose black pants, a black t-shirt, added on his holsters for various weapons, and then he headed to the armory. Although he knew those assassins wouldn't have the chance to get to him before they were shot, he knew to be careful. Slipping on a simple piece of armor he designed himself, designed to look like a vest yet was bulletproof, stab and slash proof, and was designed to protect him no matter what. Now, he just needed to wait 6 hours before he would have to meet the criminals. He decided to look over Esor's file again, wanting to be prepared. Nothing really jumped out at him, nothing to be afraid of at least. He did pause for a moment at Esor's photo, studying it. Something about him just nagged at Karael, and he wasn't sure why. Either way, he shook the thought out of his head. That was a killer. An assassin. Someone who didn't deserve the opportunity they were given. But, his opinion was irrelevant. He was given an order, a plan to be followed and he would stick to it. For his king. For his family. For pride, tradition, and honor. But, he didn't want to be stuck with a cold-blooded killer, having to watch his back at every step. He didn't want to be nice to someone who had taken people away from their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. He didn't want to be around someone who blatantly didn't care about anyone but themself. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He could've requested a switch. But, it's not like anyone else would be much better. A bitter taste coiled in his stomach, however, as he looked over Esor's photo again. His eyes disturbed Karael, so dull and lifeless, but also evil. There wasn't an ounce of kindness, empathy. Karael felt bile rising in his throat. How could someone be so inhumane, so cruel? It didn't make sense to him. But staring at that face, looking into Esor's eyes in the photo, he couldn't help but feel as if something was wrong, something was going to change. He took Esor's photo out and ripped it up, tossing it in the trash can. Stupid photo.

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Noon came all to fast. Karael was dragging his feet towards the courtyard, trying to think of an excuse not to go. Even though his brain was scared his body moved, head held high, body screaming confidence. It was engrained into his soul at this point, show no fear, show no weakness. Make your family proud. Prove you deserve their last name. So Karael kept walking, and as he approached the opened doors into the bright sunlight, it looked all to much like when people were dying in movies, going to the afterlife.

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As he stood in the courtyard, feet planted firmly, arms behind his back at his lower back, he wanted to run. He didn't want to be so close to such a monster. But, he had a duty to uphold. So as the carriage got closer and closer, and as his anxiety got higher and higher, and took a deep breath, and squared his shoulders. Do it for your family. He reminded himself, and as he watched Esor leave the carriage, his head tilted up slightly. His photo did not do him justice.

(from the same rp):

Devwarion was not a place you wanted to be sent to. It was cold, bleak, rumored to be made from shadows and children’s nightmares. It has often been described as impossible to grasp the full terror and trauma the prison creates, but the look of it already is terrible. Made of obsidian, the jagged towers and smooth walls, along with 2 walls made it terrifying. The walls were so smooth a spider couldn’t stick to them, and no windows made the place all the more creepy. It was nestled in between two mountains, rarely snowing but always having a thin layer of frost. The most notable thing about the prison was the cold. It was freezing, cold that buried deep into your bones and never left. Frostbite was common, then thin blanket they provided never being enough to warm you. If the cold didn’t kill you the work would, working from before the sun was up till after it sank back into its slumber. Long, hard days working in the mines, mining salt and jewels for the country you had tried to tear down, the country who had put you in this hell. Death was a kinder fate than working in that prison.

Most people working in the mines were dead within a month. Maybe the ceiling caved in, maybe you were sent to the gallows, maybe you tried to escape and were shot, or perhaps you were just simply whipped to death. Whatever the reason, a month was average. The fastest time someone had died was 2 hours, they were brought to Devwarion at around 5:00 am, and were killed when a ceiling caved in at 7:00. There was no funeral, no mourning. There never was, prisoners who showed even the slightest bit of sadness or anger were punished, and not in the kinky way. There were thousands of prisoners in the prison, and none of them had ever been noteworthy. Until now. They were on a no-kill list by the king, which was something in itself, but they had all outlived the month-long average. And not just by one or two days, either.

Esor Coy, codename: Rose. An assassin from Quedrand, an area where assassins were borderline underheard of. Confirmed kill count: 26. Age is unknown, looks about 20. Has been in Devwarion for a little under 2 years.

Alvara Marsden, codename: Beast tamer. An assassin from Draeldchy, confirmed kill count: 37. Age is 23, and has been in Devwarion for about a year and a half.

Envirious SerViano, codename: Black Lotus. Assassin from Quedrand, any possible ties to Esor unknown. Confirmed kill count: 43. Age: 20, has been in Devwarion for almost 8 months.

Callisto, last name unknown. Codename: Anemos. Assassin from Angbotin. Confirmed kill count: 46 . Age: 24, has been in Devwarion for almost 3 years.

These four weren’t noticeable because they had the biggest kill counts, or the ones that were the most difficult to catch. What made these people deadly were their unpredictability and uniqueness. They were dangerous, perfect.

The king had run into trouble. He needed ruthless killers to work for him, who could work outside the law and save his country. His soldiers were good, amazing, but none of them quite fit the task he needed. It took 3 days and 4 nights for him to come up with the solution.

Devwarion.

These four assassins would be the key to the calmness of the kingdom, the survival and perseverance. But before that, he needed leverage. Something that would get these four to listen, to agree. None of them would be swayed by money, gold, perhaps not even freedom. Their hatred burned brighter than a thousand suns, and he couldn’t ignore that fact. So, he came up with something, something inhumane, something incredible, something that would work.

Then, his plan was set in motion.

3 months, was the time it took to lay the groundwork of his plan. Longer hours, harsher conditions, more punishments for the tiniest things. He needed them to long for freedom, to dream of the day they would die just so they could escape the hell they were trapped in. It was inhumane, yes, but did they really deserve to be treated as humans? In his eyes, no. They were tools, that was all. They were his to use, mold as he pleased.

When he looked into their eyes as he told them what would happen, he didn’t care about the emotions he saw. He didn’t care about the skepticism, the relief, the joy, the anxiety. He only cared about one emotion he saw in all four.

Acceptance.

From there, it was easy, simple. Have guards take them to the castle. Have them train, meet their handlers, and they would be good. They would be alright. The kingdom would thrive, and if he had to do this he would.

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The castle was a place that you wanted to be sent to. It was beautiful, bright, shining so much that even the sun hid in jealousy. It had four towers, each facing the four cardinal directions, where you could see guards patrolling. The outside of it was beautiful, with stained glass windows and smooth brick walls with plenty of floor-to-ceiling windows. The inside was just as beautiful, with marbled floors in the bathroom, kitchens, and main hallways, and soft oak wood making up the ballroom and bedrooms. The walls were decorated with tapestries and paintings, every so often flowers standing on side tables could be seen. Servants and knights bustled around, there was never stopping. If you worked well you would be rewarded, your family being tossed up in the social circle, bringing honor to them and you. Working among lush gardens, beautiful royalty, held in high honor, it’s no wonder the jobs were hard to come by.

Most people working in the castle never gave up their job. Not until they were on their deathbed, dying in comfort knowing their family would benefit from their death. Servants would work day and night to keep the king happy, keep their job. The soldiers were considered the best. There were five ranks, eagles, falcons, crows, ravens, and doves: the ranks named after the Queen’s favorite birds. Every soldier is extraordinary, most coming from Warbrosle, and kept up their duties with honor and pride. There were 4 soldiers who stood out though. They were favored by both the king and queen, with a couple rumored to even have captured the hearts of the princesses themselves.

Karael Zarall, rank: Falcon. Exceptional soldier, turning down the rank of Eagle to continue fighting among the ranks. Excelled mostly in hand-to-hand combat and solo missions, but worked well in groups. He was best known for training new recruits, having a no-nonsense training to teach them respect.

Eden Carris, rank: Falcon. He was recently promoted, one of the quickest promotions on record, rising to the rank of Falcon in a mere 3 months. He was always up for a challenge, taking everything in stride as it’s handed to him. He worked mostly with larger-scale missions, often being the key to success. He rarely failed a mission, and even when he did, casualties were less than they would’ve been without him.

Arthur Vaesephine, rank: Falcon. He’s been a handler for 3 years, considered for the rank of Eagle but it was ultimately decided that he would run his own partition of soldiers. He’s more easy going, used more for city patrols and crowd control, but that doesn’t mean you should underestimate him.

Elton Arvil. Rank: Falcon. Known as the artist of the rank, his skills look more like dancing than sword fighting. Don’t let this fool you though, he’s just as skilled as everyone else. Even more so, perhaps, specializing in carrying out precise strikes that much older and more experienced soldiers would struggle with.

These four were the king's chosen ones, the ones he would choose to lead the assassins to a place of glory, a place of servitude, a place of good. They would make sure they stayed in line, were able to pass the trails, they would make sure those four were the ones that survived. Strong, skilled, perfect for the task. Who else would he choose?

So, the planning began. As the assassins slaved away and the handlers honed their skills, he began plotting. He sent scouts out to Devuniake, and they reported back to him about their planning and their leaders. He got assassins from all throughout the kingdom, 20 aside from the ones he wanted, assigning 20 other Falcons to watch over him. He matched up handlers to assassins, slaved away at writing 2 thousand word starters to make his friends happy, and he also ate pizza. Finally, everything was ready.

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The sun glares down upon the thick cobblestone walls, leaving stark, vivid shadows contrasting with the blinding bright reflections. The spiked shadows of the portcullis loom like the twisted teeth of some fell beast from Redbotnd. A horse nickers in the stables, and the air suddenly acquires a musty, damp smell, the smell of sweat and heat. A grinding, gravelly road runs straight ahead through a market into a towering stone keep. Tantalizing smells waft from the marketplace where colorful stalls selling everything imaginable sit in a confused muddle, a group of baby birds within their nest, the walls of the castle. The noise from the market comes in a sea of sound, starting slowly and building up before crashing down. Enticing scents waft between the stalls, masking the unsavory smell of sweat and spice. Rising above the bustle below like four eagles rising on an updraft, four towers stand stark against the sunlit sky giving a sense of power and control. Four flags fly high, their crimson contrasting with the blue sky. Through the heavy oak doors of the imposing keep there is a large chamber filled with rows of guards with armor and colors so flamboyant they almost distract your attention from the piles upon piles of glittering, golden treasure clustered around. The light from the teardrop shaped windows reflects off the treasure at all angles, filling the room with a warm, golden, glowing, glimmering light. Ceremonial swords and armor poke out of the piles occasionally, protruding at odd angles. Outside was warm, a lovely breeze blowing gently through the air. The handlers were ready and informed on what would happen, the assassins were almost at the castle, and the king’s plan was set in motion. He had informed the handlers to be ready in the courtyard at noon, and was not disappointed. The four of them stood ready, donning traditionally styled clothing, but he was slightly amused to see that they had added their own styles to the traditional clothing. He turned his head towards the gates as they opened, a calm expression on his face. There were roughly 7 guards for every assassin, the four assassins sitting inside a carriage, chained. The entourage stopped, and two guards opened the door to the carriage. The head of the group stepped out first, followed by the four assassins. They stood warily, but were herded into a line standing in front of the handlers.

Finally, the king spoke. “Welcome to Quedrand.” He spoke, and noticed the various disgusted expressions from the assassins. He ignored them, and gestured at the 4 handlers. “These will be your personal guards during your visit. I suggest you be nice to each other, as you will be stuck together until the trials end.” Although the handler's faces remained neutral, he noticed Karael’s lips pressing together a little tighter. “Allow me to explain your pairings. Karael and Esor, you two will be together. Elton and Envirious, as will you two. Arthur and Alvara and Eden and Callisto are the last two pairs. Now, for the trails. There are twenty other contestants, and you are the last four to arrive. There will be a trial every other day, and you will be fighting against another assassin. The last four will be the ones who win, and will gain freedom after some time. The trials will be in different areas, and your task is to ‘kill’ your opponent. And I don’t mean that literally. You will get to choose your weapon, each will have substance that will glow when it touches an area you could kill someone. For now however, your handlers will show you the arena and your rooms. You may ask them any other questions then. Dismissed.”

Kailani was 5 years old when it found out that xe were connected to water. They were running through the forest from a group of hunters, and stumbled upon a lake. Without thinking, like it was natural instinct, it felt a tug in it's gut, unfamiliar but not unwelcome, and the water rose up behind them, attacking the men. They were dead within seconds, and the water curled around Kailani in a comforting manner, almost replacing the arms of zir late mother. Without a sound the water moved back to the lake, and Kailani was left alone with dead bodies, a confused mind, and a healing heart.

Kailani was 6 years old when ze moved to the coast, walking nearly 200 miles to get there. They stopped at every place with water to regain energy and heal their wounds, no longer scared of their connection. The water was friendly, welcome. They loved living along the coast building sand castles, swimming among sharks and dolphins, moving through the water like it was second nature.

Kailani was 7 years old when the village they lived in found out. They were no longer the sweet child loved by everyone, they were a demon, a monster. I'm 7! They wanted to scream. I don't want to hurt you! But the water let them know it was useless. They spent more time away, sneaking food whenever they could and playing more with the sharks and dolphins, an empty hole in their heart that no amount of playing could fix. The crack grew wider every day, as they were spit on, hit, hurt, just for something they couldn't control.

Kailani was 8 years old when a tsunami came and tore about zir village, drowning and killing all 300 villagers. All except Kailani. The water avoided them, making a pocket underneath the water so Kailani stayed dry and unharmed. They watched the wreckage and destruction from a front-row street, and something began to grow in their heart, their broken heart. It wormed it's way through, fixing their heart, but not in a good way. They couldn't help but think it was what they deserved, for treating Kailani that way. It was a child. No one should hurt a child.

Kailani was 9 years old when ze killed someone on purpose. The night was cold and dark, with a man greedily killing a baby animal who was just trying to drink. Perhaps it was the fact the deer was a baby that made Kailani so angry, and perhaps it was the fact the animal was just trying to drink. Either way, the dark, destruction parts of their heart that had sewn it together unleashed, the water grabbing the man almost telekinetically and choking him to death. Kailani stood over the body, yet they couldn't manage to find any sympathy. They felt almost guilty, but that was it. With a quick prayer to the deer they were off, back to go get food.

They were 10 when xe stopped caring about themself. It was hard to naturally, but when you're constantly shamed for your looks, how you talked, your accent, what you could do, it was nearly impossible to not start smashing mirrors, unable to look yourself in the face. Ze turned all their energy towards being helpful, using their connection to salvage ships, gold, get anything to make people happy. Just a single smile was all it needed.

Kailani had lost track of their age when they were tied up by men in white robes and shoved into a carriage. They had been sleeping peacefully, listening to the crickets chirping, feeling the bed underneath them and the blanket over them keeping them warm. A loose t-shirt and sweatpants adorned they body, which was much more modest than what they were most of the time. Kailani wasn't sure how the men found zim, but xe had a feeling it wasn't supposed to be like this. Metal handcuffs, tight enough it couldn't escape but loose enough that they would chaft their wrists. A bag over their head, to thick to see through but not thick enough they couldn't breath. Lifted into a carriage without a word, a soft, comfy carriage. They heard the horses neighing, and when they were able to rid their sleep-adelled mind of cobwebs, there wasn't any water around to protect them. So, they simply waited. Ever since they were 5 they had thought someone was going to come and kidnap them, take zim away for their connection and punish xim for going against the laws of nature. But it always imagined something more violent, more shouting, harsher conditions, more things like that. Instead the ride was smooth, almost lulling it back to sleep, and they had to shake their head so they wouldn't fall asleep. A quick upside down of their head removed the sack, and xe found itself to be in a windowless, royal carriage. The velvet was plush red, there were purple curtains decorating the space, and all in all it confused Kailani. What was going on?

When the carriage finally stopped, Kailani found zimself in front of a majestic building, and he didn't have time to admire it all as he was rushed inside. He was taken to a room, bindings taken off and was simply told to wait. Ze stayed calm about the situation, looking around instead admiring the decorations. The marble was cold under their bare feet, and there were 8 thrones, each with a light over them. White, Green, Black, Red, Blue, Pink, Yellow, Purple. They each had different inscriptions, and Kailani went over to the blue one first, it calling to him just as water did. Xe gently touched it, feeling the smooth marble, but was barely able to hold him up as images flashed across his vision. The creations of life. The calm beaches. Great storms. Throughout all of this, it lasted maybe 10 seconds, but only one phrase was heard. "Water holds memories. Welcome back, my God."

"Yea, I'm officially going insane." Kailani mumbled.

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Fascinating (Part 2)

This was posted a while ago, but better late than never for a Tumblr drop.

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: T

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Part of the Do You Like Scary Movies? series

What is it About? Scully and Mulder continue their hike in the woods after the new development in their relationship. If only Skinner wasn't around to witness it.

Read it: Chocolate and peanut butter swirled delightfully in Mulder’s mouth. He was on his third protein bar; Scully was halfway through her second. Skinner’s count was unknown. Mulder couldn’t be bothered with the assistant director, who remembered to pack a toothbrush but not two tents. He wrestled with conflicting actions: a swift punch to the face or dropping to his knees in gratitude. After all, Skinner’s oversight led to Mulder feeling Scully up just this morning. When she’d admitted to liking it, the message felt like it had been hand-delivered by cherubs on a ribbon-wrapped scroll.

“Mulder,” Scully groaned, almost as if she could hear his thoughts. “How close did you say we were to your supposed hermit cabin?”

Right. The cabin. The witch.

He cleared his head, reminding himself that Scully’s boobs weren’t the reason they were currently standing in the middle of a forest. Delving into his backpack, he traded the empty protein bar wrapper for the map. “It’s allegedly in this area… somewhere.”

The piercing hot glare she hurdled his way made him giddy. The heat shot to his core, his cock taking notice.

“Need I not remind you, Scully, that you called my theory fascinating earlier.”

“A mystery in itself,” Skinner grumbled somewhere off to Mulder’s left.

“I don’t want to spend another night in these woods,” Scully pleaded. “Not without more evidence. We are on a literal witch hunt, Mulder. It’s Saturday.”

His stomach dropped. Scully was right. This wasn’t a case; this was purely extracurricular. A mindless nosedive into the supernatural just because he was curious. Sasquatch hunting. Jumping onto ghost ships. Add it to the list of poorly planned activities he continuously threw himself into. No wonder Scully and Skinner had followed him out here with matching expressions of uncertainty.

Reckless was his middle name.

The memory of Scully’s soft skin beneath his palm made him realize he was reckless with everybody—everything—but her. Six long years together, and it took Skinner’s hiking incompetence to push them together. Now, he felt more teenager than man. Excited. Anxious. Overflowing with hormones. He’d do anything to touch her again like that.

Cut off his arm. No problem.

Close down the X-Files. Of course.

Leave the forest because it’s what Scully wants. Sure thing.

“Okay,” Mulder relented. “How about this? Since we are already out here, one final search, just around this bend, and then we head back. Scout’s honor.”

Scully revealed her satisfaction with a small smile.

“Before we do that,” Skinner said, forehead dotted with sweat. “I’m going to take a quick bathroom break. I’ve gone through almost my entire canteen already.”

With Skinner disappearing into the trees, Mulder turned to Scully. “Come here.” She took a step closer with the expected skeptical expression. “You have something on your mouth.

“Mulder,” she huffed, and he wasn’t sure what was more dramatic: the way she threw her hands up or her eye roll.

“What?” he asked. “What could I have possibly done to elicit that type of response?”

“It’s just…” The exaggerated gestures were gone. She picked at an invisible cuticle instead. “Sometimes you can be so—”

“Polite?” he interrupted. “Considerate. Respectful. If I didn’t tell you—”

“I was going to say bashful.”

“Bashful? Really?” His voice cracked with surprise. It was the last thing he’d expected her to say.

“It’s just after this morning, I thought we had made… um… progress. I didn’t expect you to revert to cheesy pick-up lines. If you wanted to kiss me, you could just do it.”

Surely, his jaw must be on the ground. He felt like he’d been hit with a teeth-rattling, head-rocking punch. The crunching of leaves signaled Skinner’s return. Mulder’s hand jutted out, wiping the smudge of chocolate from the corner of Scully’s lip. A leftover from their protein bars.

“Like I said, you had something on your mouth.” To prove it to her, he held up his thumb before quickly sucking off the offending chocolate. Scully stared at him, her blue eyes widening.

“Sorry, it took me so long. I got a bit turned around,” Skinner announced. Mulder and Scully were still staring at each other. They must have looked like a pair of idiots because Skinner cleared his throat. “Um… are you two okay?”

“Fine,” they both uttered a little too quickly.

“Actually,” Mulder began, tearing his gaze from Scully’s. “Let’s spread out for the search. We’ll cover more ground that way.”

Scully and Skinner nodded as he plopped his backpack on the ground, digging through it.

“Here,” Mulder said, tossing them each a walkie-talkie. “These should be charged. We meet back here in ten minutes. No later.”

“Besides the cabin, is there anything in particular we should be looking for?” Skinner asked.

“A cauldron and a broomstick,” Scully jeered before stalking off.

It didn’t take Mulder long to find her. Scully’s hair was poor camouflage against the sparse greenery. She whipped around as a branch snapped beneath his weight. FBI training ensured her ears were sharp and her movements were quick.

“Mulder?” she questioned, eyes dropping to the watch around her wrist, likely wondering if she miscalculated the time, although they both knew she wouldn’t be the one to do that—not without a good reason.

He used the opportunity to close the distance, to urge her backward until her back gently connected with a tree. When she peered up, he leaned forward. He didn’t think, just felt. Scully’s statement flashed in his head.

If you wanted to kiss me, you could just do it.

So he did. He kissed her slow and thorough. His hand cupped her jaw and tilted her chin, bringing her closer. When he went to pull away, to check in, to see if he’d made the worst mistake of his life, Scully rushed forward. Her lips found his again, this time parted and hungry. He accepted her tongue. Sucked her lower lip. Did all the dirty things he’d fantasized about for so long.

Part of him had expected it to be different. Visions of kissing Scully often started with fancy bottles of red wine and candle-lit dinners. But he realized now that wasn’t her; those were expectations of other women he didn’t want. Didn’t need. He was ravishing Scully against a tree in a haunted forest, not just because he desired to but because she asked him to.

Her hands were in his hair. Pulling. Tugging. Beckoning him closer. His desperate want of her wasn’t new, but it had reached a new level. It was more manageable when Scully’s tongue wasn’t lost in his mouth. When he hadn’t known what her whimpers of arousal sounded like or how she tasted. God, she was a good kisser. So fucking good.

“Mulder. Come in.” Skinner’s voice crackled through the walkie-talkie clipped to his side. “I’m back at the rendezvous. Over.”

They both jumped. Tongues slipping from each other’s mouths. Hands falling from each other’s bodies. Suddenly, Mulder was right back to his predicament this morning in the tent. Hard as a rock and crafting a hit list with Skinner’s name at the tippy top.

He fumbled with his walkie-talkie. “Be there in five,” he huffed, releasing the button before grumbling, “Skinner is the true evil in these woods, Scully.”

She smiled, her lips still swollen and wet from his kisses. Her cheeks were flush, her hair messy. The idea that he’d done that to her sent a jolt of arousal through his core that wasn’t helping matters. “We should head back,” he said. If he was lucky, his erection would dissipate on the walk.

“Hmm. That’s a shame,” she commented, reaching for his hand and entwining their fingers as they walked back to Skinner.

“What took you two so long?” Skinner asked with an aura of annoyance when they emerged from a tangle of trees a few minutes later—hands now unclasped. “What happened to ‘Meet back here in ten minutes. No later?’”

So, Skinner wasn’t just a cockblock. He was nosey, too. Mulder shrugged. “I guess my watch is slow. I ran into Scully on the walk back.”

Skinner’s eyes narrowed. However, if he wasn’t satisfied by the excuse, he didn’t say it. “I didn’t find anything. Certainly, no cabin. You?”

“That’s a negative on our end,” Mulder confirmed.

“Let me guess,” Skinner began. “This is the part where you argue you need more time. That the truth is out here; we just have to keep searching.”

“Actually, I’m ready to get back. I have more pressing things to attend to in Alexandria.” Mulder struggled to keep his gaze on Skinner, to not side-eye a freshly kissed Scully beside him.

“You’re full of surprises, Mulder,” Skinner commented. “I thought for sure we’d be out here another night on a witch hunt.”

“I guessed the same thing, sir,” Scully offered. “However, it seems I was able to talk some sense into Agent Mulder on the walk here.”

Now, both he and Skinner were staring at Scully, but Mulder knew only he could see the glimmer of mischief in Scully’s eyes.

“I argued this witch likely serves a greater purpose for the locals. One of warning,” she continued. “The woods can be a dangerous place. Crafting a tale like this is intended to keep people away. It’s practically ripped straight from a fairy tale.”

“Makes sense,” Skinner agreed.

Scully nodded. “That’s what Agent Mulder said, too. He was quite generous with his receptiveness, actually.” The tiniest upturn of her lips deceived her otherwise perfect poker face. She was flipping the tables, trying to get him back. God, he loved her. “What did you call my theory again, Mulder? Fascinating?”

“Beautiful,” he corrected, delighting as a blush spread across her cheeks.

“You two really are weirdos, you know that?” Skinner muttered before setting off down the trail.

Mulder had a big grin plastered acorss his face. He couldn’t disagree with the sentiment.

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