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rougepancake · 1 year

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Longing

Ft. Reiner x F!Marley!Reader

Warnings: Angsty fluff?? But mainly angst. Mentions of emotional trauma and abuse, also sexual harassment, mentions minor character death, you get shot like twice. Buckle up kiddos. I did my best lol.

Slightly proofread!

Summary: You and Reiner are both so different, yet so similar, both soldiers fighting for a cause that no one truly understands and children who want nothing that to rest. You have found comfort in confiding in one another, even if it’s against the law.

“Hey there sweetie! Who’s ready to go to Eldia with me today?” Your father picked you up and spun you around as you eagerly chanted ‘me, me!’.

It was common for you to accompany your father to patrol Eldia, being forced to watch him ‘keep the streets safe.’ Or at least that’s what he told you. But you knew how much he hated the people of Eldia.

You were nine, not three.

You grabbed his hand and followed him out of the house, wearing a beautiful smile as you waved to strangers on the street. They waved back and went about their days, passing along the childlike wonder you had shared with them.

The guards at the gate nodded in respect as they let you in. However, they ignored your kind wave and stared into the distance. Their behavior reminded you of the conversation you had overheard the last time you were here.

Your father had been paying off his fellow soldiers to prevent you from being exposed to any serious violence. Which made sense as to why the villagers were always happy whenever you were there.

“Oh, oh! What’s going on over there?” You asked excitedly, pointing over to the group of kids that seemed to be training. They looked your age, but you knew you couldn’t play with them. You really wanted to, but you just couldn’t.

“They’re training like you.” He smiled softly, following your gaze. “They’re training to become great warriors with crazy powers.” Your father chuckled, leaning in to tickle you.

“Papa stop it!” You laughed, trying to push him away. Your joyous laughter echoed throughout Eldia, causing the children to stop and stare at you. You felt bad for interrupting them, so you waved.

Only one of the kids waved back at you, a little boy with messy blonde hair who was being dragged around by a slightly taller boy with black hair.

Your father picked you up and placed you onto his shoulders, giving you an amazing view of what life was like at his height. It temporarily distracted you from the idea of your training.

You were nine. Not twelve. Nine. Why were you training anyways? Because your father wanted a son. He was doing his best to turn you into a strong soldier, but these were the years you were supposed to be living to the fullest.

“Come on now sweetie, let’s go meet someone who will change your life.” He began walking, forcing you to hold on to his helmet to avoid falling.

“Woaaah! Change my life?” You asked, secretly confused. Was there anyone in Eldia that was capable of changing your life?

“You bet! Actually, when you finish your training with me, you’ll be seeing this guy a lot!” As you two entered the building, you were met by a young man with sandy blonde hair and round glasses.

“Zeke.” Your father nodded, giving him a glare as you waved enthusiastically. The man nodded back and gave you a small wave. Your father set you down and went to stand in the corner of the room so the two of you could interact.

You were nine. He was seventeen. Quite the age gap for someone who was supposedly going to change your life.

“Papa, how is he going to change my life??” You turned around, confusion written on your face. You heard your father sigh as Zeke stepped forward, taking a knee so he was eye level with you.

“It’s something your father here has set up.” He started, looking over to the corner with slight disgust. “As soon as you’re done training, you and I are going to go on missions together. Maybe even to Paradis.”

“Paradis?!? Isn’t it scary over there??” You were intrigued, your eyes shining with curiosity.

“Yes, but by the time we’re working together, you won’t be afraid.” He reassured, standing back up to let your father know he was done.

You were nine. Nine and already your father planned out the next few years of your life.

Soon, you were ten. Your training had been concluded and your father deemed you strong enough to go out into battle. Ten and already had the blood of innocent people on your hands.

Then, you were eleven, listening intently for any sort of news about the titan shifters who had left for Paradis. Eleven and fearing for the lives of children who were your age.

Your twelfth birthday rolled around and you began to interrogate prisoners of war with Zeke. Your father was now helping you move up in the ranks. Twelve and people already feared you.

When you were thirteen, Zeke left with Pieck Finger, leaving you to work with Porco Galliard, who, at the time, wasn’t even a titan shifter. You led missions with him until you were seventeen.

Seventeen was when everything changed for you.

Reiner and Bertholdt had returned temporarily with a young woman by the name of Ymir. She was to be eaten by Porco. Reiner filled you in about some brat named Eren Yeager and how Zeke planned to deal with things.

A year later, Reiner, Zeke, and Pieck returned with no sign of Bertholdt and Annie. You wanted to comfort them, but you weren’t able to do so. You knew they had been through hell, but you couldn’t say anything to them. Thankfully, Zeke understood. He was a like brother to you, always understanding that this wasn’t the life you wanted anyone to live.

“Right. Tell me more about this Eren Yeager guy.” You leaned against the doorway to the Reiner’s room. He had been restless since he had returned from Paradis, constantly being plagued by night terrors. The other soldiers had hoped you could help him get his shit together, but you knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

He looked over at you, surprised to see a Marlean soldier in his doorway.

“O-Oh yeah it’s nothing-“ He stuttered, hoping he wasn’t about to get his ass beat.

You sighed, taking off your helmet and setting it on the floor. You placed a hand on your hip as you stared him down. “It’s me, Braun. You’ve got nothing to worry about right now.”

Reiner visibly relaxed, a sigh of relief escaping him. “I can’t believe you’re still a soldier.” He mumbled, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. “It’s a miracle they haven’t beaten you for your kindness.”

“I agree.” You motioned for him to keep resting, since he hasn’t been getting much of it.

You continued to stand in the doorway, waiting for him to get comfortable so he could tell you about his time in Paradis.

“Eren Yeager is Zeke’s half brother. And a real ass.” He mumbled, laying on his side as he stared into your eyes. He had heard about you through Zeke, about how you treated everyone equally and with kindness when they have done nothing wrong to you. The thought of someone being as kind as you made his heart swell.

When the day comes that you and him die, he knows you’ll be resting amongst angels as he awaits his punishment deep within hell. You may be able to forgive his sins, but God won’t. God holds grudges, and Reiner is sure he’s one of them.

“I’ll take your word for it.” You smiled softly, wishing he was able to return your gesture. Zeke had told you all about the titan shifters when you worked together. He told you about the great potential they had, each and every one of them. You had always wanted to get to know them better, but due to the sides you were born on, you weren’t allowed to.

“It was terrible over there.” He whispered, now curling into a fetal position, fear in his eyes as he recalled his time in Paradis.

You walked over to his bed and knelt down, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder as he sat in silence.“You look like you could use a drink.” You tried to lighten the mood, hoping that either hydrating him or getting him wasted would make him feel better. As someone who didn’t get much comfort as a kid, you weren’t sure how you could help him.

“No, please don’t go.” His voice sounded so fragile, like he would break into pieces if you left him alone with his thoughts. You weren’t used to people being this vulnerable around you, and now you really weren’t sure how to help him.

“O-Oh.” You whispered as he pulled you close to him, unexpectedly trapping you within his muscular arms. You weren’t one for physical affection, but him hugging you like this brought out a wave of emotions from you.

It was an awkward position the two of you were in, with you on the floor and him on the bed, but it was comforting nonetheless. You felt his shoulders begin shake, a sign that the poor man was now crying in your arms.

You broke free of his grasp and crawled up onto the bed, opening your arms for him. He looked at you, more surprised than anything, his eyes wide as you waited for him with a soft smile.

“Are you really sure you’re a Marleyan soldier?” He mumbled, burying his head in the side of your neck as he hugged you once again. His grip on you was tight, his shoulders still shaking as he sobbed silently.

You said nothing as your fingers played with his hair, your other hand rubbing his broad back gently.

It hurt you to see someone in such a state of vulnerability. To see someone so incredibly weighed down by the decisions he was forced to make was truly devastating. It made your heart wrench, guilt now washing over you.

It was your people that did this to him and for what? Because his ancestors did something that yours didn’t like? It made you so sick to think about.

Reiner must have noticed, because his grip loosened. You felt him hesitate to move, leaning away from the hug so he could look into your eyes. He could tell that you were upset, but he didn’t know what for. It was just that you radiated a sudden hatred, one that matched the dark look in your eyes.

“I apologize.” You whispered, your soft smile returning to your lips as he stared at you. You just sat there, staring at each other in the other’s arms.

There were no words exchanged afterward, only silence. The type of silence in which so many things are said, but nothing is being done. The type of silence that is used to communicate feelings that are too dangerous to be said aloud.

You leaned in slowly, tilting your head upward and bringing your lips closer to Reiner’s. He met you halfway, his lips connecting with yours in a teary eyed, messy first kiss. It was a beautiful moment, and it would have stayed that way if you hadn’t remembered that acts like this were against the law for Marleyans.

Quickly, you got up and grabbed your helmet, shaking nervously. “There’s g-going to be a mission n-ext week with the trainees..” You stammered, avoiding his gaze like it was the plague.

“S-So get ready f-for that.” You turned to leave, and you were halfway out of the room before you caved entirely. “I’ll be back in a little while, I’ve still got to do my rounds before I’m allowed back to watch you and the others for the night.”

With a quiet huff, you left the room, closing the door behind you carefully before speed walking away as fast as you could. On your way out, you ran into Porco, who was slightly tipsy. He gave you a weird look as you passed him, watching you closely.

“It’s late l/n. There are a lot of scumbags out and about this time of night.” He warned, leaning against the couch. “Do you want me to come with you?” You knew he had good intentions, but you were a soldier, so therefore, you didn’t need his help.

“No thanks Galliard. I’ll be okay.” You reassured before walking out into the night.

The fear of being a woman was something you would never get over. It was terrifying to walk the streets of anywhere alone, especially at night. Thankfully, you always had your gun and a pocket knife on you for self defense. A senior of yours had given you the knife a while back, telling you only to use it for personal emergencies.

You could hear the drunkards in every alley you passed, the stench making you sick. It was disgusting how people indulged themselves in such things without reason. It was almost as if they enjoyed making fools of themselves. You despised such people..

“Heeeeeey there beautifulllll.”

Great, you thought to yourself, keeping your expression blank as you walked away from him. You prayed internally that he would take the hint.

But the drunk never do.

He called for you again, his voice closer than before. Without hesitation, you spun around with a look of disgust. “I’m a man.” You deadpanned as you continued to walk, a bad feeling pooling in your stomach.

You felt someone grab ahold of your wrist, forcing you to stop walking. Panic spread throughout your body as you slowly turned around, eyes wide with fear.

The man gave you a sickening smile, his breath reeking of alcohol.

“I’m going to ask you nicely one time, Sir. Please take your hand off of me or else I will have to resort to violence.” You tried to assert yourself, your other hand slowly moving to your pocket knife.

“Oh pleaseeeee, I’m not ssssscared of no soldierrr.”

“You may not be scared of me, but you’ll be scared of my fellow soldiers sir.” You tried to pull away, but his grip on your wrist only got tighter, sure to leave a mark.

“Y-You need to ressssspect your eeeeldersss.”

He was starting to get upset now, meaning his next moves could end badly for you or him. You didn’t necessarily want to hurt him, but you were getting closer and closer to doing so.

Suddenly, his hand went up to your breast, squeezing it harshly. The man let out a drunk giggle as he fondled you, ignoring your previous warning.

Slowly, you raised your hand and balled it into a fist, forcing it to collide with his face at full force. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you watched him stumble back, your mind racing as you thought about how to handle this.

“Ooooh you’re a strooooong oneee.” The man almost seemed happy, quickly recovering and walking back over to you. “I liKe ‘em stronggg.”

“Fucking hell, he’s insane.” You swore to yourself, frantically looking around to see if there was any way out of this. And instead of thinking to find a good course of action, you ran towards him, swinging your rifle like a baseball bat.

The man fell backwards as the butt of your rifle collided with his hideous face, knocking out one of his teeth in the process.

You stared at him in horror before making a run for it, hoping someone would be willing to help you.

“L/n! Is everything alright?” The familiar voice brought tears to your eyes, the concern in his voice making you feel guilty for making him worry. “My god, what happened??? You look terrified!” Reiner breathed out, pulling you into his arms as you shook with fear.

“S-Some guy…” You mumbled, not wanting him to worry about it. “I-It’s nothing…”

“I came out here because I was worried something had happened.” He admitted, resting his head on yours. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay, but is there anyt-“

“Ey! Thhhhats my gal!” The sound of his voice caused you to tense up in Reiners arms, fear flooding your body once more.

Reiner quickly let you go, walking over to the man, rolling up a sleeve as he did so. The look in his eyes was one you had never seen before, and it scared you even further.

“W-Wait don’t-“ You called out, but he ignored you, continuing to intimidate the creep.

“That girl right there,” He pointed back at you, his tone sharp. “She isn’t anyone’s. She is a Marleyan soldier, and if you aren’t going to respect that, then maybe I can help you.”

“H-Holddd on here buddyyyy, I think I’veeee got the wrong chickkk.” He stammered, backing away slowly, his hands raised in self defense.

But Reiner didn’t care, he punched him anyways, knocking him onto the cobblestone sidewalk. Then he got down and punched him again, holding the man by his shirt.

“I-I’m sorryyy! Please d-don’tttt kill meee!” He whined out, tears streaming down his face.

“You scum.” Reiner scoffed, throwing him to the ground with a disgusted frown. He turned to look at you, frowning even more when he saw how scared you were. It hurt him to see such a strong woman so afraid, and all because of idiots like that guy.

Without a word, Reiner motioned for you to get on his back, worried that your legs might give out on you. Once he had gotten you situated, he began to walk back to the housing for the titan shifters.

You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, burying your head in his shoulder as you sat in silence.

“I-I’m sorry for worrying you, Braun.” You whispered weakly, sniffling softly.

“L/n…” He frowned, adjusting his grip on your thighs as he thought. “I don’t ever want you to apologize for something that you couldn’t control. If anything, I’m sorry that I didn’t find you sooner…”

“B-But normally I c-can handle them!” The shakiness in your voice only made him angrier, his heart beating rapidly. He should’ve beaten that guy to a pulp. He should’ve kicked his ass so hard his ancestors would have felt the beating.

“Did you kick his ass before I got there?”

“I threw a punch and then s-smacked him with my gun…” You turned your head, your warm breath now blowing onto his bare neck, sending goosebumps throughout his body.

“I bet he won’t forget that.” Reiner nodded, knocking on the door to the house gently. He turned his head to get a better look at you, your noses brushing against each other. “Do you want me to get Zeke?” He asked softly, regret instantly spreading through him as your eyes filled with fear.

“Oh god no. Please. He’d hunt him down and kill him.”

Porco opened the door, looking at the two of you in surprise before letting you in. He was genuinely shocked when Reiner set you down on the couch and asked if you needed anything.

With a quick ‘psst!’, Porco waved Reiner over, ignoring the glare he received.

“What’s going on between you and the soldier??” He questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Nothing.” The blonde huffed, crossing his arms. “I just owe her, that’s all.”

“Riiiiight.” Porco rolled his eyes, dismissing himself with a wave.

Reiner looked back at you, guilt squeezing at his heart. He should have left sooner. He should have just gone with you. But instead he was too weak and wrapped up in his self pity to think about the dangers of you patrolling at night.

If someone were to ask him how he was feeling that night, he would have simply said “I don’t know.” Because there’s not a single word out there that could describe the emotions swirling in his chest.

“G-Gabi!” You shouted, watching her walk out onto the battlefield with wide eyes. With a groan, you pulled out your rifle, focusing entirely on Gabi’s safety.

In fact, you were too busy to hear Falco and Udo whisper about how cool you looked.

“L/n. Weapon down.” Your superior officer ordered. “She’s an Eldian. If she wants to die, let her.”

“Sir. The enemy is approaching her.” You stated, blatantly ignoring his orders. “Permission to shoot?”

“Permission granted.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re damn lucky your father is important.” He grumbled to himself.

Without hesitation, you shot the man approaching Gabi, signaling to Zeke and Reiner to drop the titans.

You sent Colt out to retrieve Gabi before Zeke and Reiner landed, following them with your rifle as you engaged in physical combat with an enemy.

Zeke and Reiner had landed, now wreaking havoc on the fortress, destroying it carelessly.

“For the love of- ack!” Someone had shot your shoulder, causing you to stumble back, blood now staining your uniform. You winced, holding back a cry of pain as you took your aim at the stranger who had shot you.

“L-L/n!” You heard Gabi call out, followed by cheering when you successfully killed your attacker.

You made a quick motion for your superior officer to go out on the battlefield before you retreated to the trench. The trainees were quick to tend to your wound, not voicing their concerns for fear that you’d brush it off.

“F-Fuck.” You whispered weakly, breaking out into a cold sweat. Your body was shaking slightly, your breathing labored and your vision fading. “T-That wasn’t a n-normal bullet-“

The last thing you heard was a scream from Gabi before everything went black, forcing you to sit alone in the darkness.

Your doctor was unable to figure out what the bullet was laced with, leaving you in the dark once again. However, you had recovered quite a bit since you had been wounded, and were now being allowed back to patrol Eldia once again.

There was a festival that had been organized by Willy Tybur, the streets bustling with smiling Eldians. It was a lively sight, but an odd one, since the placement was quite unusual.

You saw Falco leading Reiner away from the crowd, smiling softly at how excited the boy seemed. He must’ve found something quite extraordinary if he was that happy about it.

Gabi then came up to you, taking you by your hand as she lead you to where Zofia and Udo were. They looked so happy. So excited.

“Let’s take a seat over here! I wanna know what’s going on!” Gabi jumped, dragging you over to where the temporary bleachers were set up.

You took a seat beside the children, patiently waiting for Willy to begin his speech for the night.

As the blonde was speaking, something emerged from the stage, causing it to crumple to the ground. People began to scream as they began clearing out the area as fast as possible.

Debris went flying everywhere, sending the people into even more of a frenzy as they desperately tried to avoid their deaths.

You looked up in horror, locking eyes with the monster that had just ruined the moment. All you could do was stand in fear as you stared into those terrifying green eyes.

A titan. A titan you didn’t recognize was now in Eldia, killing innocent people and for what.

You had lost Gabi and the others, but you trusted them to keep safe. Now you just had to make sure they would be able to stay safe.

“Boss! Get out the big guns!” You shouted, pulling out your rifle as you began to look for a target. Thankfully, the titan wasn’t the only intruder. A woman with short black hair had landed on his shoulder, seemingly talking to him before disappearing into the night.

She blended in well, but you were well trained. So you’d love to see her escape your aim.

Quickly pulling the trigger, you shot at her, missing, but making your presence known. She whipped her head around to stare at you, almost as if she was surprised by your audacity.

She came flying at you full speed, large swords in hand. You pulled out your pistol from your bra, shooting at her to throw her off. The woman swerved to avoid your aim, nearly running into aa building as she did so. You smirked, shooting at her once again.

Yet someone had called out her name, forcing her to retreat, but not before she glared you down.

You then watched the warhammer titan get devoured by the invader, sending chills throughout you.

“Eren Yeager…” You whispered, stumbling back in shock. “Oh my god… I need to find Braun!” You made a run for it, doing your best to take off the recognizable parts of your uniform so you’d look like a civilian.

That way, no one would engage. Because they were clearly here for the soldiers of Marley. They had a vendetta, and it terrified you.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that they would have had to have had an inside man, because how else would they have been able to pull it off.

You quickly rounded the corner, now in the room that you suspected Falco had taken Reiner to. Breathing heavily, you stared into Reiner’s eyes with fear.

“Zeke…” you breathed out, your world spinning at the thought of such a betrayal. “Oh my god it was Zeke.”

All Reiner was able to do was stare at you, words failing him as you broke down.

Slowly, he got up from his seat and walked over to you. Your face was buried in your hands, tears streaming down your cheeks and your sobs now echoing throughout the concrete room.

Hesitantly, Reiner wrapped his arms around you, saying nothing as you cried hopelessly.

“You look familiar.” A woman’s voice spoke to you, deep and powerful.

You turned around from where Reiner was laying on the floor, your eyes meeting the many of the group that had broke into your temporary hideout.

“Please. D-Don’t hurt him.” You begged weakly, sitting defensively in front of him.

“We’re not gonna hurt him. We need his help.” The woman with black hair spoke, her tone devoid of emotion.

“Right. We need the armored titan.” The blonde beside her spoke, attempting to reassure you.

Slowly, you shook him awake, a frown forming on your lips.

“I’m going to fight too.” You stated, staring into the ravenette’s soulless eyes, your tone unmoving. “I’m not going to let him die while in your care.”

Reiner sat up as you spoke, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at his former comrades. “Get up. You’re with us now.” The woman commanded, tossing you a blade before turning around briskly.

A couple of the others stared at you a little longer before joining her outside.

“Reiner… I’m going to protect you. So don’t die out there.” You nodded, helping him off the ground.

“Y/n… you’re wounded…” He frowned, his hand rubbing your cheek softly before placing a gentle kiss upon your lips.

“I’m better now.” You lied, flexing to back up your claim. “Now let’s get out there and kick some Yeager ass.”

Watching you fight was something else already, but watching you fight like this? Reiner thought he was going to pass out.

You were a natural, defending your new ally’s from your own soldiers. You were taking down people you knew for people you didn’t, because he trusted them.

You landed on his titan’s shoulder, leaning in so you could discuss the next steps of the plan, making Reiner thankful that you couldn’t tell he was blushing. You were covered in blood and sweat, your chest heaving and your legs shaking. It was quite the sight for him.

“Reiner, Pieck and Porco are here. I’m going to get them and we’ll go from there.” You panted, placing a hand on his titan’s cheek to steady yourself. Reiner nodded and got into a fighting stance, Eren’s titan now rising from the ground.

He let out a loud roar as you sped away quickly, on the hunt for Porco.

As you were running, your eyes landed on Gabi and Falco, making your heart stop. Gabi was armed, Falco behind her nervously. Titans were everywhere, so why weren’t they inside??

You paused, debating on who to go after. Quickly, you turned around and yelled. “Reiner! Porco is on his wa-“ The sound of gunfire echoed amidst the chaos, time slowing as you fell to your knees, blood staining your shirt.

You looked to see the shooter, a man about your age with a sadistic smile. He had pinkish looking hair and a wild look in his eyes as he put his gun to your head.

“I’m not letting anything happen to Eren.” He smirked, kicking you onto your side.

You reached for your pocket knife, prepared to throw the thing if necessary. Thankfully, Pieck’s titan knocked through the building, sending your attacker flying.

“L/n…” She spoke, only able to stare at you.

Reiner let out another roar, too distracted by your injury to avoid Eren’s punch. Porco came up and lunged at the attack titan, catching him off guard.

As you lay on the roof of the building, your breathing shallow, Pieck left and Jean replaced her, picking you up gently so he could rush you away to safety.

“Hey Reiner! Rest easy! Your girl is safe with me!” Jean called , making sure Reiner saw you so he was able to continue fighting. He knew you would motivate him to fight, so he saved you. If you hadn’t been so close to Reiner, you probably would have died that day.

You awoke in a nice, comfortable bed, the early morning sun shining through your window as birds chirped excitedly. The pain in your side was unbearable, preventing you from moving too much.

Slowly, you looked around, your eyes stopping at Reiner, who’s head was on your bed, his hand in yours, snoring softly.

You smiled softly, tears in your eyes as you watched him sleep.

“It’s finally over, isn’t it Reiner?” You whispered, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand ever so gently. “I’m so glad you survived, my armored titan.” You continued to lay like that until he began to stir, his tired gaze meeting your teary eyed one with surprise.

“Y-Y/n!” He whispered, his eyes welling up with tears of their own. “Thank god you’re awake.” He cried, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“R-Reiner…” You winced slightly, placing a hand on your side as you attempted to sit up. “T-The wou-“

He softly placed his lips over yours, kissing you with such passion that you thought you were going to melt. He had missed you so much, your smile, your voice, and your lips. He missed everything, and he was going to show you.

Reiners lips trailed down your neck, slowly and sensually, taking his time as he tasted you.

“H-How long was I unconscious?” You stammered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Reiner’s head rested in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against it.

“A week.” He frowned. “I was so worried.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“I was so scared. When I saw you get shot, I didn’t know what to do. I’m just thankful that Jean took you to get some aid before things got really rough…” Reiner trailed off, pulling you closer to his chest with a quiet sob.

“Y/n. I love you.” He confessed, his grip on your tightening. You were stunned into silence, words failing you completely as you processed his words.

“Reiner… God I love you.” You smiled, looking up at him. “I’m so glad we got to meet in this lifetime.”

He blushed at your words, pulling you back into his chest and laying down on the bed. “I want to marry you, Y/n. I’ve wanted to for such a long time now, but I couldn’t. Please. Allow me to be your husband.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of you saying those words?” You asked, a tear falling down your cheek. “I’ll marry you. My god I’ve wanted to forever. I’m just happy to know you feel the same way…”

“I love you, Y/n. I can’t wait to make you the happiest woman alive.” He whispered into your ear, stroking the back of your head softly.

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shinjisdone · 9 months

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I hate to request so soon but ooooomg the previous one was written so well! >-< Okay 🙏 What if you do one where Link has an s/o who is a crazy good archer to the point they never miss(basically like a sniper). Like the first time they met, he was trespassing, and she shot an arrow straight near his head before they had recognized him as their old childhood friend. S/o takes on dangerous jobs where they go after targets. They are silent and stoic but they have a soft personality when Link talks to them. Basically, almost being overprotective because they promised to protect Link long ago.

You can include these Links: Time, Skyward, Twilight and BOTW.

Omg for real??? I just wrote that in my;;;;stupid usual, boring way;;; thank you (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

A very interesting idea though I believe it would - considering the canon backgrounds of each Link - fit best with Time and BoTW. I'd like to try it with them :) Kept it gender-neutral for simplicity's sake.

Lots of angst at BoTW Link's part...mentioning survivor's guilt and death...my hand slipped

OoT! Adult! Link and BoTW!Link with a childhood friend sniper who is soft and protects him

Time:

Things were simpler back then.

Perhaps you two grew up in Kokiri forest only to realize that you are of the Hylian Race (or maybe you are not and never grew up while he did).

Or you met him later on in his adventures as a normal civilian.

Nevertheless, children have a much easier time finding friends - and you two quickly became so.

It honestly left the childish lad clad in green pouting and slightly jealous when you were much, much, much more talented with the slingshot - his slingshot - than he was. How could that be?! He had it far longer than you, it belongs to him and yet you are far better with it than he ever will be.

He pouts and maybe you laugh at him. You can be sure that Navi will.

Regardless of that, Link soon finds it better and much more useful during your journeys to have you use the slingshot in the distance. It was child's play for you and the boy quickly found himself impressed more than anything. And as uncommon as it is for his childish antics, he actually decided to be mature and gift you the slingshot. You are a much better sniper and great aid to him.

This way, it's like a keepsake! Oh, or a good-luck charm!

Yet...the adventure becomes too grande for two kids to handle.

And so, Link has to leave you behind. All that you have of him is the slingshot as he waves goodbye and promises he'll see you again. Keep the little kid toy safe until then, you hear?

Unfortunately, it is too late as he pulled out the holy blade and realized that this was not an adventure a kid would dream up...but destiny woven by gods.

Seven years might technically pass but he still feels like a gosling.

An arrow misses his head by an inch as he tries to sneak into Gerudo Valley and he ducks it. Luckily for him, none of the women noticed but one sniper did.

Just as another arrow was ready to hit him once again, Link noticed that they retreated their bow...and slowly but surely, let their guard down and revealed their face.

It's you...

It's you...! It's you, it is really you!

Quickly, the young man is hauled into a safe place before his face is grabbed, cheeks stretched and patted to check if it really was him. He talked through the examination, saying that he cannot believe it's you!

Unlike him, you aren't that joyous. Shushing him, you are quick to betray your patron, the Gerudos, and instead help him with whatever he needed. You silently escort him with only brief explanations and claims on what must be done, how, when and why. It felt like being guided by a machine.

Though, once everything seemed to calm...you stopped. And asked if it was really him. The Link from seven years ago, the little, pouty, childish kid in green that you knew in your childhood.

It's as if he hadn't aged a day. Still so optimistic and ready to learn, he proves to you in the most ridicilous of ways that it is indeed him. Look, the green skirt! And the pointy ears and the fairy!

Your stoic mask breaks and you chuckle. It really is him and Link remembers you.

"You really remember me?"

"Of course! How couldn't I, it was like we saw each other yesterday!"

Though your soft smile turns into a frown. It hadn't been 'yesterday'. It had been seven years. His little nap might have passed in a blink of an eye but not for a stoic, silent sniper. Seven years are seven years.

"Then I'll come with you. Like old times. I'll make sure no harm will come your way." You smile softly and it's the same smile Link remembers. Yet, he asks why.

In turn, you show him the old slingshot. "Have you forgotten? When you gifted me your slingshot, I promised I would protect you forever."

You joke that a slingshot itself isn't as useful as bow and arrow but you bet you are still a better sniper than he is.

Once again, he pouts upset and it's like you really did see him just yesterday.

Link finds himself surprised at your stoic and usually silent nature. You aren't acting friendly with anyone else. Did things really change in these years?

Though you are much softer to him, just the way he remembers. He might tease you for it.

Nevertheless, he is quite grateful and even touched by how much you uphold your promise to protect him. It's flustering even how much of a savior and knight you are to him.

In turn, Navi absolutely teases him.

It's funny in a way...the Link that has yet to learn and mature since he, ironically, had no time to grow, is still so optimistic, starry-eyed and naive - while you are by his side, serious and quiet. At times you are taking the lead in protecting him whenever he is a bit too eager and trusting.

Yet...you are so soft with him, to him. And only to him.

Something more might blossom from this...but for now, Link feels a weird mixture of 'being special in your eyes' and confusion since you treat him so differently.

At times he'd prefer for you to be open to everyone, at other times not.

He likes having you back. It's...nostalgic.

BoTW!Link:

Okay. I chose him since the time-skip would be so interesting and angsty.

Here you can be anyone in his life. Growing up together from the crib and taking your first steps together. Watching as Link grew to a capable knight and soon, the princess' very own guard.

It was all so sweet, you always by his side...until it came to light that he was the chosen hero.

Things grew hectic. The fear of the calamity coming and devouring all that was good in this land causes a stir in the kingdom and Link found himself training, traveling and always by the princess's side to aid and protect her. At the same time, he had to prove himself worthy of the Master Sword.

He barely had any time for anything. He couldn't prioritize you no matter how much he wanted to, for this was done for the sake of the world.

Either you stand back and support him from there, or travel along them to be of help or just to be close to Link.

He found it touching and indulged in it to be frank. Oh, but don't let the others know!

Yet...then it happened. The fateful night of the battle.

No matter how skilled you are or what reputation you have, Link will sternly tell you to stay back. Stay back and be safe. He cannot have you anywhere near the fight. Period.

And still...they all lose. He loses.

When he wakes up, Link suffers from amnesia. He cannot recall you but he does often see a faint silhouette that resembles you in the distance. He doesn't know what or who it is but knows it feels familiar.

Yet the more he is able to recall his lost memories, the clearer he can remember you.

His heart sinks. Link fears that you might be dead. If not by the battle, then surely because 100 years have passed.

There it comes though. An arrow almost hitting him as he sneaks in and instead of being hit again, the very hand that tried to kill him, saves him.

Ok, here comes the angst.

Either you magically preserved your age and skills and haven't changed a day...

To which he would cry in joy and never let you go. He has lost so many a century ago but at least you, you, still remain. He will protect you with his life now, even if you counter that you will protect him.

If you have changed in these 100 years to be silent and stoic, it will confuse Link. He only remembers you being soft (like you are now) and he might start feeling guilty. Staying alive and young for a century must have taken some kind of toll, or spell or ritual...who knows what kind of suffering you had to go through?

All because he couldn't defeat Ganon back then.

Because of his incapabality, you had to suffer and wait for him. Become distant and quiet. Stoic and unapproachable, while perfecting your sniper skills. You probably didn't really 'live' all this time waiting for him. You just 'survived'.

Though you are soft to him...it makes his heart flutter. It's nostalgic and almost makes him forget this entire situation.

He leans a lot for your support, which is something he actually despises. After that has happened and you have gone through, with this survivor's guilt he is carrying...he cannot let you be his shield.

You might insist on keeping him safe so much because you are scared of losing him again...but Link cannot accept it.

Expect a lot of protection and soft moments of vulnerability.

However...maybe you haven't been cast by a spell 100 years ago at all...

By the time he finds out that the deadly sniper that aimed for his head is an elderly person, over a decade old, he will be surprised - but will not recognize you.

He might ask you if you know anything about his childhood friend, who had witnessed the battle against Ganon - while he is straight up talking to them.

Perhaps you do not have the heart to tell him the truth. And let him wander in the darkness forever until your death.

You stayed alive for so long since you promised to protect him...and protecting him from the truth seems like the right thing to do.

Link might grief over a death that hasn't happened yet. Believing his friend to have perished long ago. In his emotional state he might vent, and tell you that he actually harbored deeper feelings for his friend and planned to confess after the battle. After all was done, after all were safe and after he could finally put the title of 'chosen hero' aside once and for all.

It's better if you shut your mouth...

Yet, if he does find out, he will cry and beg for forgiveness on his knees. He cannot believe what he has done to you. Your entire life, wasted waiting for him. Wasting your time on a promise to protect Link when the time comes where he returns.

He cannot forgive himself. Out of everyone, he never meant to hurt you.

#request #tloz #legend of zelda #oot link #botw link #angst #at the end #ouch #tloz link

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badwithten · 2 years

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Jack Frost coming for y’all, run run

The holiday that freezes us to the bone, silence

There’s nothing special

Why did everyone wait for so long?

Christmas EveL

Christmas is supposed to be a special time filled with joy, family and giving. But this year just as the festivity boils up in your blood, you see the red pour out and stain the snow below you. Terror strikes you in the gut and the warmth from the joyous session leaves your body.

“Christmas really is evil, isn't it?” You laugh, trying to make light of the deadly situation you've got yourself in.

A wicked smile plays over his lips.

“Told you so”

One of my favourite genres to write is horror, but I came back to Tumblr missing October. Lucky for me Stray Kids has a song that allows me to bring this genre into the festive season! Leading up to Christmas I’ll have a horror-themed story for each of the members.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

A/N although this was supposed to be a horror series more of these turned out to be angsty rather than scary lol but all will be tagged with their warnings if you are wanting to read!

Crazy in the Cold

The cabin Jeongin rented out for your winter getaway was too far for your old car to make it. Breaking down in the middle of nowhere during a snowstorm wasn't ideal, yet you trusted Jeongin and knew he’d keep you safe. But you can only keep the cold away for too long. And soon you lose yourself in the white abyss.

Blood Thirsty

It was your first Christmas with Chan and things were looking good. You had recently moved into an apartment with him, organised a Christmas dinner for all the members and had mistletoe hanging round every corner (any excuse to give him a kiss). But as Christmas gets closer, something about Chan seems off. His skin is cold and he won’t stop looking at you like a starved man who's just seen food for the first time.

Eyes of the Elf

After a warm welcoming gift from your new neighbour, you notice him becoming more attentive to your life. You blew it off as him trying to make you feel more welcome. It soon became clear it was more than that. And despite not believing in fairytales, you swear your elf on the shelf keeps moving on its own.

Blood on the Table

You held Christmas close to your heart, wanting to spend the holiday time around those who you love. Unfortunately this year, your boss insists on spending Christmas eve at his house for a company dinner. With Lee Know at your side, you head inside the strange house. At first, your anxiety was based on the awkward small talk required to get through the night. But you soon realise your life might be on the line if you don't play along with your boss's games.

Lock Down

Despite being locked inside your family's farm house due to the poor weather conditions outside, life couldn't be better. Nothing but you, Felix and a cosy environment to spend time with the person you loved the most. All is well until you start to hear movement outside in the snow storm. But with the worsening conditions, there's no way for any human to survive out there. So who keeps knocking on the door?

Winter Warfare

Secret Santa was something you wouldn't miss for the world, so when your manager suggested a workplace event you were thrilled. Instead of one gift on Christmas, each workday you surprise your secret Santa with a new present on their desk. It started with small trinkets and chocolate. But on the 8th day, you decided to show your secret Santa how much you really cared.

Unwilling Alone and Forcibly Together

The first Christmas on your own wasn't going to be easy after the death of your husband last year. While rummaging through the attic for Christmas decorations you come across a box of his old things that you had never seen before. You hope to find some closure within but after reading his journal, more questions are asked then answered. Was his death an accident after all?

Maze of Memories

Having a real Christmas tree was something you took pride in each year. Going to harvest the tree, setting it up and enjoying the fresh pine smell was well worth all the mess the pine needles make. But after adventuring too far through the pine tree farm, you and Changbin struggle to find your way back. Instead, you’re forced to deal with a demon of your own creation.

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nyxnygma · 2 years

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Can you please write something about Razzle and y/n having their first kiss together??? 🧁🤍

Infatuation || Razzle Dingley

[Razzle x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Razzle has fallen in love with you and just needs to tell you

Warnings: cursing, awkward Razzle, bad Romeo and Juliet references

Masterlist

A/N: i presumed you meant their first shared kiss. I might have a gotten a little carried away

You worked at a venue Hanoi Rocks preformed at, that’s how you met Razzle. You were helping out with all their requirements in the cramped dressing room and the drummer felt compelled to talk to you. The other musicians also enjoyed your company and invited you to their after party.

Razzle never left your side during the celebration, he sat right next to you, and the two of you could not stop laughing and talking to one another. It was obvious to everyone around you that he was completely infatuated with you, it felt as if he’d always known you even if you only met a couple of hours ago.

You became good friends with the whole band after this night.

“You coming to the party?” Michael asked as he noticed Razzle seemed to be comfortable on the sofa.

“There’s a party?” He asked, confused, “thought that was tomorrow. I was gonna watch my show.”

“Y/N is gonna be there,” Sami shrugs as he tied his laces on his shoes.

Razzle had never stood up so fast before, “I mean nothing important is suppose to happen in this episode anyway so I suppose I can still go.”

“Dude. You need to tell the girl how you feel,” Nasty chuckles.

“What that I’m head-over-heels in love with her and I’ve only know her for 2 months and 12 days but I’m convinced that I am destined to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her in my arms and that I want to start a family with her and grow old with her,” the poor man ran out of breath.

The boys stood in silence before Sami spoke up, “maybe leave the part where you want to have children with her out,” sami coughs, “some, and I know this might sound crazy, but some people find it weird to confess you want her to bear your kids when you’re not together.”

“Also maybe leave out the whole soulmate-y your meant to marry her part,” Michael smiled.

Andy sighed, “knowing the exact amount of days since you’ve met is also a bit creepy.”

“Head-over-heels?” Nasty cringed, “you know what? How about you just say: I really like hanging out with, Y/N, and I would love to spend more time with you. Will you go on a date with me?”

“I like Nasty’s words better than Razzle’s,” Sami put his hands up in surrender.

“Okay. Okay.” Razzle shakes his head, “but you make it sound so simple.”

“Maybe because it is?” Michael breathes, “can we go now? I spent hours on my hair and makeup and I’ll be damned if only you four arseholes see me.”

“Yes,” the drummer nods, “and that means this conversation is over.”

“We can walk and talk, Raz,” Sami giggles.

When they arrived at the party, it took Razzle approximately 0.2 seconds to locate you. It wasn’t hard when you are the prettiest woman in the room. “Hey,” he greets you after walking over to where you were sitting.

“Razzle!” You smile as you grab his wrist and drag him down to the floor beside you, “you took your time to show up.”

“Sorry. You know Michael and his stupid hair,” he lies through his teeth.

“Sounds like the twat,” you laugh. The musician couldn’t help but feel butterflies at the sound of your joyous laughter.

He spent the next hour glued to your side as you both talked and laughed but Michael pulled him away from your side.

“What do you want?” Razzle asked, annoyed, as he was dragged to the kitchen.

“Tell her,” Michael states.

He blinked, waiting to see if Michael would elaborate, “..what?”

“Tell Y/N you like her.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s hard to watch. Your so in love with her.”

“And I should spill my heart out to her willy-nilly in the middle of a sleazy flat?”

“You don’t need some fancy flower covered balcony to tell a girl you wanna date her, Romeo.”

“Okay I’ll tell her soon but not tonight,” he reasons in successfully.

“Yeah but if you don’t ask her out now then the lad over there will,” Michael tilts his head to the side as he point to the guy he was chatting to earlier.

“What?!” Razzle eye brows furrowed.

“Y/N’s beautiful,” The blonde shrugged, “you really think no one else would love to date her?”

“You could have started the argument off with that, y’know,” Razzle huffs.

“I guess I could’ve,” Michael takes sip of his drink, “not trying to panic you or anything but Paris is approaching Juliet.” And with that reference, the singer walked away.

The drummer rushed to sit next to you again but by the time he was there, so was the guy. “Oh, Raz,” you smiled at the taller figure beside you, “this is Jeremy, Jeremy this is Razzle.”

“Y/N I need to talk to you,” he blurts out, standing up.

“What?” You blinked, confused, “right now.”

He’s nods, holding your hand and pulling you to your feet. You quickly apologise to Jeremy as Razzle dragged you off to an empty bedroom.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you watch Razzle look down, “why do you nervous? Your never nervous.”

“Go on a date with me?” Razzle quickly says. It took you a moment to process what he just asked.

“Excuse me?” You question, dumbfounded.

“I really really really like you, Y/N. Like like like you. I’ve had this schoolgirl crush on you since the day we met and I want to know if you’d go on a date with me,” Razzle answers.

It stood in shock at the man’s sudden confession. “Yes,” you nod, “I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Really?” Razzle smiled widely.

“Of course!” You giggle. He brings his hands to hold your face as he brings you into a deep kiss.

“I can’t wait,” he parts from your lips. You smile back at him as you close the gap again.

#hanoi rocks x reader #hanoi rocks #Hanoi rocks fic #razzle #razzle dingley x reader #razzle dingley #michael monroe #sami yaffa #nasty Suicide #Andy McCoy #tommy lee

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darling-dummy-blogs · 2 years

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Life After You- Victor Li

Summary: Life after you.. was Hell..

Paring: Victor Li X Cassandra Li (OC)

Genre: Angst

Tags/Warnings: Mentions of Death (not really but it's implied), Pregnancy (implied) and Depression (also implied), etc.

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen's Choice

Word Count: 1.1k

Notes:

So…

I don't even know how or why I wrote this but it hurt like hell 💔

Enjoy~

Cassandra stared up at the bright blue sky, watching the soft and fluffy clouds drift along, a comforting breeze filled the air, caressing Cassandra's skin as she basked in the daylight. The sun shone down on her while she sat there, gazing longingly. In her lap, laid a bouquet of red roses.

"It's been a year, my love.

A year since you've been gone…"

"A year without you has been tortuous. The first few days, weeks, and months were painful. It was hard to get out of bed. It was hard to go to work. It was hard to leave our home.. When everywhere I looked I could see you…"

"The days don't seem as bright… The nights seem cold and empty without being in your loving arms. It's become…rather lonely without you here."

"I miss you..

I miss you so fucking much."

"But…at least, despite you not being with me.. I still have pieces of you to wake up to every single day.. Our beautiful daughter. She's the spitting image of you. And she's gotten so big."

"She asks about you a lot. She's become so talkative and lively… She lights up the whole room with her beautiful smile and joyous laughter."

"Isabella is a perfect combination of both of us; she has your eyes, your hair.. She even has your smile. While she has my personality.. It's honestly crazy how alike you both are."

"I…I wish you could see her. She misses you too. She misses you cuddling her at night, singing her lullabies or reading her bedtime stories. She loved the way you told her bedtime stories.. She misses hearing you everyday."

"She's wonderful. She's perfect. Just like you were."

"Isabella has grown into such a smart little girl. For three years old she's quite the intellectual I'll tell you that… she knows what she wants and can be quite demanding."

"Haha… It reminded me of you. Everything she does reminds me of you. She's your twin. No matter what, I always see you through her and each and every day further proves that."

"You've missed so much… Like.. The birth of our son; Zachariah. The day I found out you were gone was the day I found out I was pregnant yet again."

"And he's just as perfect as Isabella. The spitting image of me. Looks like we both have a twin haha.."

"He never got the chance to meet you. But I always tell him stories about you. I tell both our children about you all the time."

"I've told them all our stories. At least the ones I loved most.. All the beautiful stories we've made over the years."

"...Gavin and Mia have been around quite a bit more to help me with the children. They've been such a huge help."

"I never would have gotten through this past year if it wasn't for them. Gavin often watched over them, took them out for walks in the park or did things to keep them happy and entertained. He practically lived in our house for quite some time. Because I couldn't do it, I couldn't face the world without you by my side. I couldn't be a proper mother to them.. And part of me regrets it because I know I should have been strong for them…"

"Gavin didn't want to leave me alone in this house, filled with all our memories, all our precious memories…"

"Mia often came by to help around the house and often did work with me at home, because there were times where I couldn't bear to leave our bedroom."

"It was hard. Raising two kids as a single..- No. As a widow."

"…" She sniffles, tears in her eyes.

"I-I don't have the courage to move on. I don't have the courage to take off my wedding rings. I wear yours as a necklace everyday." She quietly spoke, bringing a hand up to play with the silver band that was connected to the chain around her neck.

"I can't bear to move on. You were the love of my life. My last and only love. I don't want to be with anyone else. And I know you'd tell me to move on. To be happy but I can't. I just can't do that without you…"

"Life before you was dull. Life after you.. Was hell."

"I can't…" She took a shaky breath, stopping herself from letting out a sob.

"I just want you to know.. I love you so much. And I miss you. I miss seeing your handsome face every single morning. I miss your kisses, I miss your hugs.."

"I miss you-"

"Mama!!!" A cheerful voice called out to Cassandra, causing her to look over. When she did she saw her daughter, running over to her, excitedly.

Setting the bouquet aside, she smiles, wiping at her tears as she opens up her arms to her.

When Isabella caught up, she crashed into her arms with a happy smile and a beautiful laugh. "Hi baby girl.." She softly spoke, a small giggle escaping Cassie as she hugged her tightly.

Isabella wrapped her small arms around Cassandra's neck, curling up into her arm, "Are you talking to Daddy, Mama?" She asked, curiously.

Cassie couldn't help but smile, nodding. "Yeah baby.. I was talking to Daddy… He misses you, sweetheart." She gently stroked her daughter's hair, kissing her forehead.

"I miss him too.." Isabella whispers, holding onto Cassie as she rests her head on her shoulder.

"Sorry about that Cass, I tried to stop her from coming over here too soon." Gavin spoke, finally catching up with his rather energetic niece, holding his sleeping nephew in one of his arms, a small smile on his face.

Cassie gazed at him with a smile, "It's okay Gavin. No worries, I was just finishing up anyways." She gently set the flowers into the little vase she brought, before placing it beside the stone grave where her husband was put to rest.

"I have to get going now my love.. I'll come back again soon, okay?" She softly whispered. Before standing up with her daughter in her arms, gazing at Gavin. "Let's go." She gave him a smile.

He nods, leading them back to her car. On the way back to the car, Cassandra felt a brisk touch of the cool breeze caressing her cheek, causing her to stop walking. What was a simple feeling, felt more like a warming presence.

Cassandra couldn't help but smile at that. She knew he heard her. She knew he was there with her.

And she knew what that simple touch implied.

"Dummy… I love you too."

#mlqc #mlqc fanfic #mr love queen's choice #mlqc angst #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #victor mlqc #mr love victor

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Do Tyler and Esme have a Christmas tradition just for the two of them

Did Tyler get to celebrate Christmas growing up, or did his mother try to do anything for him?

Did Esme have amazing Christmases when her dad was alive?

Which kid leads the hunting for their presents and how many still believe in Santa?

Has Tyler ever eaten a whole pie by himself?

Do they have any Australian specific traditions

Has Tyler ever tried to bake and how did it go?

Do they believe in giving the kids lots and lots of present, or are they divided on that idea?

Do they do elf on the shelf?

Do they get their close friends really nice presents

How did Esme get Tyler over his miserable memories of Christmas to enjoy the ones with the family

They always exchange one gift on Christmas Eve, after the kids have gone to bed. While all the other gifts they'll are of course from the kids and him/her, these gifts are from them and them only. So more personal. And normally crazy expensive lol

His mother always made Christmas amazing. Lots of baking and cooking, lots of Christmas music and movies and stories, always spoiling him. He once mentioned that Christmas Eve and christmas day were the only times his father was ever sober and a somewhat decent human being

Esme's dad always made sure she had a great Christmas, even though her mother was always strictly to devoted to her boys and pretty much treated Esme like she didn't exist.

Four of them still believe in Santa. Declan, Addie, Brooklyn, and Takota. Although Declan is starting to realize that's been mum and dad all along. But all the older kids keep the magic alive for their little siblings. Normally it's Brookie that will snoop LOL

Oh yes. Many, many, many times LOL

Not really. They're not in Australia for actual Christmas, but they do have a second Christmas when they get home from NYC.

Tyler isn't bad, but he's not great either. He leaves it to Esme and Tanner. He can make bread though!

They admit to spoiling those kids senseless.

Yes they do. They have two elves. A boy and a girl. Princess Sparkles and Henry.

Yup. They love to buy things for them :D

Tyler has always wanted to make Christmas good for her. Even though he'd hadn't celebrated in a long time and always struggled during his first marriage (and child) to get into the spirit. Esme LOVES Christmas. Especially lights. And their first Christmas in Colorado when they didn't have a lot of money, he had gotten up in the middle of the night to string up all kinds of lights in the living room. Just to make her smile. Just seeing her that way -like this joyous little kid- was enough to start breaking through the layers of bad sh*t.

@secretaryunpaid, @youflickedtooharddamnit, @munstysmind

#Tyler and Esme series

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whentherewerebicycles · 2 years

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today was a really good day. I think I spent a lot of this summer in an unusually negative headspace, which is understandable in context but also just isn’t how I want to live, you know? I really want to try to get recentered and to focus on living my day-to-day life with more joy and gratitude. I want to really notice the things that are awesome and wonderful and joyous about my life. here are some things that made today great.

my sister is my closest friend in my family and one of my best friends period. but I have also always had such a soft spot in my heart for my little brother, who was just such a good, loving, big-hearted kid and has grown up to become a really genuinely kind, thoughtful, caring adult. I’m staying with him and his wife (who I also really like) this week and it’s been so much fun already just getting to spend a lot of time with him working from home and running errands together and stuff like that. I genuinely love spending time with him! I think we have a similarly very playful sense of humor that revolves around spontaneously inventing & acting out different character bits in response to things around us lol. it’s very silly and fun. tonight we wandered costco for an hour just inventing little character roles as we did our errands and I just had this moment of like, oh so we’re going to be like, actual friends, I think, in the way that my sister and I have also become actual friends and not just sibling friends. I think the family stuff alone will have made this move worth it even if every other part of it disappoints. not that I expect it to at all!! but like wow I think the benefits will far outweigh anything else.

I had really good meetings at work today. I finally feel like I’m starting to build initial relationships with people in my office and that is making me feel SO much more grounded oh my god. it’s crazy how much better I feel in a day when I’ve had good long substantive conversations with at least one or two people. is this job for me long term? no, almost certainly not. but I can and will make it work in the short term.

I also had a virtual coffee with one of the recent hires who comes from much more of a policy and advocacy background, and I asked her to recommend some books for me on our field so I could better understand the political and historical context of our office’s work. I think if I really intentionally build out my understanding of the larger thing I’m a part of that will also help anchor me and keep me interested. I also am starting to feel a little bit like, well my job feels pretty meaningless and I’m not even convinced it’s necessary. but I think the enterprise I’m working for is doing some quite important and necessary work even if its importance isn’t like, the kind of work I’ve typically viewed as Deeply Significant. working for the government might turn out to be kinda cool actually

I narrowed my paint choices down to four colors to swatch tomorrow or the next day. this might not seem like an epic victory but believe me it is

I bought the whimsical forest animal sheets

because my hours are so flexible I got to go over to the new place in the middle of the day for two hours and I sat on the stairs and looked up at my beautiful skylight and felt very content. life is good. I am so lucky. my life is so full of people I love and am loved by. as long as I have that, I can weather anything.

#small victories

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dailyaudiobible · 5 months

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12/22/2023 DAB Transcript

Zechariah 2:1-3:10, Revelations 13:1-18, Psalm 141:1-10, Proverb 30:18-20

Today is the 22nd day of December, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian. It is fantastic. It is a joy; it is an honor and a privilege. It's crazy that we even have this place that we can come, and call home and just be warm and cozy around a campfire together. That's a peaceful oasis for us; it’s a joy to be here with you today. So, we began the book of Zechariah yesterday and that is the second to the last book in the Old Testament, and we will continue with Zechariah for the next several days, until the last couple of days of the year. So, we’re not flying through another book today in its entirety, we’re picking up where we left off, which is our normal custom around here. So, things should feel a little bit more normal, even though Christmas is almost upon us. Let’s pick up where we left off and that will be Zechariah chapters two and three today.

Commentary:

Okay, unless we’ve been asleep most of the year, Christmas is upon us. We’re just a couple of days away and those of us with kids, especially with little kids, probably counting down the hours and they can't sleep and try to figure everything out and some of us are getting ready to travel and make sure we don’t forget anything like kids. Others of us are making the preparations to receive family that’s gonna be traveling to us, maybe they’re coming from just across town but maybe they're coming from across an ocean, and that's, that brings a very disruptive but very joyous time right, the coming back together. It should be joyous, it brings us back together and around people who were present in our early years, maybe our siblings, parents, aunts, cousins, uncles, whoever, reunited, we become reunited kinda with our childhood in some ways and even though we’re adults now and maybe we have families of our own and maybe we even live in a different city and we’ve built our own life. It doesn't take long when we get back in our environment to fall immediately back into the role that we, that we were forced to play, or that we played as youngsters. And when we find ourselves in that place, and we’re like, this isn’t really who I am anymore. I have my own kids. I have my own life. I have my own spouse; I have my own everything. I feel like this younger thing going on, right, the soft places start getting touched and then something gets said, an old word, and old teasing, old scorn. These things start creeping in and then maybe the generational differences and all of the opinions that go on in family and the convictions rubbing up against each other and that's just a, it’s a beautiful, joyous time that is ripe for something to start a fire, right. Somebody says something that's volatile; just a little too far. And then everything, everything starts to go sideways and a good day becomes a very difficult day. We read something in Psalms today that maybe should give us some advice on how to handle this. Oh Lord, place a guard on my mouth, protect the opening of my lips. Do not let me have evil desires or participate in sinful activities with people who behave wickedly. I will not eat their delicacies. It’s a pretty ancient prayer, it comes from King David. So, thousands of years ago, but it compels us to make some choices now, right before any gifts are brought from any trunks, any keep of any moments where words may form and happen before they can be unsaid. We’re out in front of all of that. We need to remember that we’re not who we used to be. Like, if you’ve been here all year, and we’ve been just taking this journey this year, then you're not who you were at the beginning of the year. You're not who you were before, and you can choose who you are, you can choose to bring light and life into situations where you may have once jumped right into the darkness. But it's not easy to make these decisions in the moment, they need to be made in advance. So, let's remember this season, this is Emmanuel, this is God with us. This is God's unwillingness to abandon His people and leave us in our story. It shows us that He deeply longs to be a part of everything that we do and He wants it intensely, including intimacy with those that we often find ourselves in conflict. So, we have the joy of Christmas to give or to withhold. We have love to give or withhold. May we go into these next days, offering the light of the world flowing through our very lives and out of our mouths. May we be lights that shine the kingdom's brightness, as we celebrate the arrival, the advent of the Savior. And may wherever we walk, may that be holy ground. Because as we read in the Scriptures in the Psalms yesterday, where can I go, that You are not; where can I flee from Your spirit. The spirit of the living God is in us, let's let loose love, joy, peace, long-suffering, patience, kindness, gentleness. And let's choose that in advance.

Prayer:

And so, Father, we come to You choosing that in advance, out in front of things we need Your Holy Spirit. Some of the people we have to deal with can be very, very difficult to deal with. And maybe we can be really difficult to deal with too. May Your spirit hover; may You permeate our words and our actions. May we act in love, as we interact in the disruptive ways of Christmas time. Come, Holy Spirit in the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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Prayer and Encouragement:

Hey my compassionate DAB fam, this is Kingdom Seeker Daniel. Family, I am coming to you guys to ask for prayer for one of our beloved DAB members. Most of you know her as Susan from Canada, God’s Yellow Flower. I have the distinct pleasure and privilege of knowing her as mom. God has so blessed my life to have this sweet lady take me in as her son, her boy. And so, many of you guys know the journey that she and Keith have been on with the battle with cancer. And so, she just learned a couple of days ago that the cancer has returned in Keiths body. And as you guys know, mom is a trooper, she’s a warrior, she’s always gonna have a good attitude and praying for others and lifting others up. And just caring on others. And so, she mentioned the other day that she’s a little anxious. And so, I’m asking you family, will you join me lifting up our beloved Susan from Canada, God’s Yellow Flower, my mom here at the DAB. So, let’s pray real quick. Father, I thank you for this amazing servant of Yours and for Keith, as the reports have come in that the cancer has returned, God we thank You that You have defied the odds once before in Keiths life, will You do it again. Will You continue to sustain Keith’s body. Comfort moms heart. Strengthen her and let her know, You’ve got her boy. And we give You praise for what You will do, in Jesus name. Amen.

Good morning, DAB family. This is Paula from Albuquerque, New Mexico. Gosh, I love you guys. Merry Christmas and hope that you guys are having a wonderful holiday season and celebrating with your families. Yeah, I’m one of those people that I will Merry Christmas people until their ears hurt. Anyway, I called for Greg, our brother that is struggling in his marriage. Greg, I know your pain. Me and my ex-husband lived as what I had heard at the time, this term called married singles. We lived in the house together with our children, while we were in the midst of our divorce. It was painful. My ex-husband became more and more bitter. It is hard. And I tried just loving him. We’ve been divorced almost 17 years, and he still has so much bitterness inside of him, it’s really sad. Just love her. And I agree with our brother that called and prayed for you today, Monday, December 18th, that love conquers all. Just stay in there, hang in there. Do not give in. I was reminded by friends that separation, legal separation is only one signature away from a divorce. Lord, I lift them up to you, every single married couple that is having problems in their marriage. Give them the strength, the love, the endurance. Help them to recognize that You are there in the midst of it. Amen.

Trajan from Massachusetts, this is Susan from Canada, God’s Yellow Flower. And we heard your prayer request. Sometimes it goes on the Community Prayer. But they’re all played, I believe. So, I just loved your prayer. I just loved it. And I just wanna bless you that, know that we are praying for you. Yeah, that Lord God, that you’re, the anger in this heart, the hurt in his heart. The pain in his heart, Lord God, would be replaced with the joy of the Lord. The joy of knowing eternity, that these brief and momentary troubles we are having on earth, are but just a, like someone said, a spec of memory in light of eternity. And we are waiting, we are waiting Lord, for Your rest in heaven with You. Lord God, and we want to do the best we can while we’re down here. So, I pray You will help this young man and just lift him out of this miery clay and set him on the solid rock of Jesus Christ. Where no storms can dash him away. But that You would hold firmly onto him and replace a broken heart with a full heart for You. Holy Spirit, just touch him gently and draw him out of the pain that he’s in and into freedom with Christ. In Jesus name we pray. Amen.

Salutations my DAB family. It’s His Little Songbird from Alberta, Canada. And I just heard God’s Smile on the Prayer and Encouragement. Oh, sweety you sound so burdened, like your heart is just dragging behind you. I want you to know that I am praying for Tom and I’m praying for you as well. Cause I know what it’s like to hurt for my child. I just, I pray, and I ask the Lord to wrap His hedge of protection around the both of you. To put His blood covering over you and to help you through whatever it is that is happening. Oh, my sweet sister. I love you. God loves you so much more.

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goobiegoobert · 2 years

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maybe im just,,,, thirsty and requesting sm but like SINCE YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE THIRSTY FROM MINE I HAVE TO SEND YOU SOMETHING IVE BEEN THINKIN OF,, how would sun/moon react to a parent!reader? (kinda like the milf!reader and dilf!reader fics going around) and theyre just feral for reader because they just know how to take care of the kids and when they offer to help?? makes sun/moon short circuit and fight the urge to foam at the mouth for parent!reader

i love the thought of them going crazy for the hottie that parent!reader is sighh

What a lovely dream...

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A/N: I'm not the dad friend for no reason, time to put my dilfery to use <333

Warnings: Smut, Dubcon, brief overstim, obsessive behavior, light daddy mention, Dom reader

18+ DNI with this post if underage, you will be blocked

Word Count: 1.2k words

[ Male Reader, will post female version later. Request if you'd like trans reader versions! ]

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It wasn't expected for this to happen, but to whatever creator was above watching it truly blessed the two daycare attendants. See, most of the day had run past as usual of hassling kids around and forcing them down for a nap at this point, it felt quite tedious. That was until you'd arrived at least!

Sun was busy helping a child with their glitter glue by opening the bottle and passing it back staring intently at what they were gonna do, only to have the child's head perk up and start to beam for the first time all day! Oh, joyous day! Children smiling was always something to make the attendant melt at the wires, so badly did he want to scoop one up and keep them all night to have a friend to play with, this child simply did just that.

Though it took moment to face and giggle at whatever the child was seeing the toddler jumped up from their seat across the room latching onto the leg of something, raising their eyes slowly began to overwhelm the poor sun mas the fans kicked on once seeing their processors heat up significantly. Oh, dear. ❝ Daddy, look! sun sun helped! ❞

There you were, Mister. Y/n, standing above the children with an all too familiar expression as you'd bend down to pick up your child with a grunt spinning them around remarking how big they'd gotten since you saw em this morning! The child was full of buzzing with excitement and clinging to your pant legs practically ready to climb on top of you, and to be honest Sunny was too. His head was spinning in a delight almost kin towards how children described feeling sick.

How come he was sick? Oh, oh no were the mechanics gonna have to fix him?? Sunny didn't like being away from the daycare it was always too dark!

But the fluttery feeling as their circuits fried left him far too gone to exactly care, but then it happened. Sunny shut down from overheating and fell to the foamy mats below with a hard thud of their long tangly limbs.

By the time everything has been repaired from frayed clothing to melted wires you'd long since been gone, which saddened the daycare attendant to bits. But what really made it up was the next morning when you'd dropped off your kid.

Just the right size for him, sure you were smaller everyone was, but to Sunny seeing you hold up a tray of cookies to the various children with their parent's consent made the poor man's heart swell beyond anything, you were perfect. A work of art, something colorful and shimmery with glitter glue everything he liked in a man! Well.. You currently seemed to be the only person capable of keeping such an infatuation going for more than a day. Time flew by and Sunny desperately was a lost puppy trying to gain your love in return, from pulling you into a giant hug lifting you above the rest. Even giving you drawings he'd spent the day fumbling over as he thought about you, each word from his voice box struggling to come out when you'd speak.

One day you'd came to the daycare when your ex-spouse had the child, Sunny was confused why you'd come out here? It was surely a bit silly, it wasn't until everyone, and I mean everyone, had left did the daycare attendant understand why you'd come here. Understanding the way you'd been pressing soft kisses along his casing praising each ridge of texture into the wide plastered smile. Sunny felt like he could die at this moment, you'd guide a caring hand towards your pants mentioning he could touch there if wanted, and boy did he do just that. Eagerly touching your cock curious beyond anything trying to remember the sweet sighs and rumbles of noise being heard. Practically begging as any words slipped out to try and let him closer to you

❝ Mean, mean! Please, oh please love you so much, much love let me take care of you! ❞

Sunny didn't want to ever hear anyone else make such beautiful sounds, nor did they want to share. Almost wanting to cry out about how he wanted to try and please you more than anything only for your grip to loosen allowing feathery light hands to press against the wires along his neck causing a high pitched squeak to emit out of the daycare attendant. You wanted to hear more allowing him to direct you to what felt like heaven to him and abusing those areas to your hearts content.

You weren't going to let him please you like the attendant so graciously craved but you offered so much more in return that made his head spin with a ticklish delight. Such a lovely game!

❝ Such a good plaything you are, right dear? ❞

A short cry erupted from Sunny as their system started to reach its peak sparks flying off the back of his head as an odd wave of white flashed over, unable to comprehend your kind words talking him down back to everything. Putty in your arms he truly was crying about how he wanted more and to please give it to him, but being quite the meanie it was decided against as you'd fix them up to what you could know pressing small kisses to the flaps of his sun rays. Truly feeling upset at this Sun began to throw a bit of a tantrum lightly hitting his hands on the floor wanting to cry at this. Sun just wanted to make love with you and have millions and millions of kids like everyone else does! how come he can't now? This little hissy fit was quickly cut off with the lights turning off, it was silent for a bit but you could clearly recognize the foamy hands pulling harshly on your arm to the point it truly began to sting. ❝ Naughty, naughty boy. It's past your bedtime. ❞

#sunnydrop x reader #sunnydrop #sunnydrop smut #security breach smut #smut #📼 . boo thirsts #📼 . spooky sheets #⏰ . kandi #⏰ . kadssp #⏰ . kady #⏰ . kadi

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worlds-smallestviolin · 3 years

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Just another day with Uesugi-Takeda forces

*during a war council, warlords having tea and taking a break*

Sasuke: You know, in my hometown some people marry themselves, they have solo weddings, with guests and food and music and everything.

Yukimura: Man, you're hometown is weird.

Shingen: But it makes sense, there are people like Kenshin, after all. Can you imagine him marrying someone?

Kanetsugu: You're absolutely right, Lord Shingen. There's nobody more perfect to marry Lord Kenshin than Lord Kenshin himself.

Shingen: That's not how I meant it...

Kanetsugu: Yoshimoto, you'll be in charge of entertainment.

Yoshimoto: Can I also be in charge of Kenshin's wedding attire? I know the best seamstress in town, and I saw the perfect fabric the other day in the market.

Kanetsugu: Sure, go ahead.

Yoshimoto: Oh, and the makeup...

Kenshin: No.

Yoshimoto: But...

Kenshin: No.

Yoshimoto: *pouting*

Kanetsugu: Sasuke, run to the kitchen, tell the cooks to start preparing a feast.

Sasuke: Can I make a wedding cake?

Yukimura: What's a cake?

Kanetsugu: Doesn't matter, if it goes with the wedding, we must have it. Also, we need to make sure there's plenty of sake and pickled plums too.

Shingen: You're really going along with this, Kenshin?

Kenshin: Didn't you hear? There'll be sake and pickled plums.

Kenshin: No.

Yoshimoto: But...

Kenshin: Just music, no dancing girls.

Shingen: Well, what else could possibly be as entertaining as beautiful women?

Kanetsugu: My lord, how about we organise you a battle tournament?

Kenshin: Yes, go ahead. I knew I could count on you to come up with the perfect idea.

Sasuke: I can design some traps to make it more interesting.

Yukimura: Stop encouraging them!

Shingen: No.

Kenshin: But it's my wedding. Think of it as a wedding gift from you to me.

Shingen: I will not be the final boss in your wedding battle tournament.

Kenshin: *pulls out his sword* BUT IT'S MY WEDDING!!!

Sasuke: Wow, Lord Kenshin really takes being a bridezilla to a whole new level.

Kanetsugu: Don't worry, my lord. I already planned on inviting Oda warlords, so you can fight them each day of the festival.

Kenshin: *sheathes the sword* That's assuming they survive the first one.

Yukimura: Wait... Each day? And it's a festival now?!

Kanetsugu: My lord's wedding should be celebrated by the entire Echigo and a single day isn't enough for such joyous occasion.

Yoshimoto: Of course YOU'd say that.

Yukimura: *rubbing his forehead* I'm getting a headache.

Yukimura: How the hell did we go from discussing war strategies to this. It's crazy, even by our standards. We're not really going through with this, right?

Kanetsugu: *jotting down in his notes, mumbling* flowers, check... guest list, check... invitations, check...

Yukimura: Oh, who am I kidding, of course we are.

Yoshimoto: By the way, what time was that merchant supposed to be here with the fireworks?

Sasuke: Well...

Motonari: *strolling into council room* What's up, fuckers? Heard you'll be having a party.

Yukimura: Oh hell no.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen kenshin #ikesen kanetsugu #ikesen sasuke #ikesen shingen #ikesen yukimura #ikesen yoshimoto #ikesen motonari

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inupibaldspot · 3 years

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Our Snowfall

Pairing: Baji x Reader

Request: OPEN

Note: I cried writing this I’m in so much pain rn 😭

Baji slowly opened the door,revealing room of white color, with faint sent of medicines and anti-septic's.

Earlier he was playing catch with Mikey outside, but Mikey wanting to show off threw the ball too hard making the ball zoom across the sky as it breaks the window to a hospital room.

Baji was about to shout at Mikey only to find the blonde boy had disappeared without a trace. And now Baji was on a mission to get his ball back.

“I’m sorry for breaking your window.” Baji bows his head from the door.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Baji blinked in confusion. The voice was that of a young child and not an adult like he was expecting. He raises his head to see a small figure ,who looked really weak.

The person smiled. “The ball is on the table there. It would be best if you left before nurse comes back.”

Baji nods as he walks in and takes the ball. He notices that the broken glasses pieces were already picked up and clean.

Baji turns to look at you. “My name is Baji Keisuke. What is yours?”

Your lips curl into a weak smile. “My name is Y/N…”

Baji walks towards you. “Are you sick,Y/N?” His expression was somewhat worried.

You nod. “I’ve been here forever.” You laugh. “Mama told me I can’t go outside because I get sick easily so I stay at the hospital so Mr. Doctor can help me…”

Baji frowned. He was always an active kid who spend most of his time playing around so when he heard that you don’t get to go outside,it made him sad. “Is it okay if I visit you sometime.”

Your eyes widens as color appears on your cheeks,you then smiled brightly. “I would love that!”

True to his words,Baji immediately visited you the next day.

Ever since Baji entered your life,your life has been full of colors. Baji would always talk about how he spend his day,he would talk about his friends and all the crazy thing they would do.

He would always visit you,never making you feel lonely. Along the way he even introduced some of his friends. First he brought Mikey along and then the next Mitsuya and Pachin.

You were scared at first when Baji said they were in gangs but when you got to know them,they were just dorks,lovable and funny dorks.

“I heard this time we are going to have a white Christmas.” You said as you looked outside.

Baji who was cutting apples for you, stopped as he looks at you. “Are you going to be with your parents?”

You shook your head. “Both my mom and dad are going to be busy with work so they said we can’t celebrate it with me this time.”

You smiled as you turned to look at Baji. “But the nurses said they’re going to set up a Christmas tree so I’m excited!”

Baji looks at how your eyes brightened when you talked about the Christmas tree. You looked so happy talking about and that made you seem so much beautiful.

“I’m sure it would look so pretty-“ Your words came to a halt when you started coughing. The coughing never seemed to die down making Baji rush to your side and when it finally did,there were blood in your hands. He looked at you in horror but you didn’t seem to panic,rather you looked as if you were think ‘Not this again.’ As if this happened regularly.

“I’ll get the doctor real quick!” With that he rushes away.

…….

To your dismay the Christmas tree was smaller than expected but nevertheless you enjoyed the cake your parents ordered for you,you ended up eating them with the grandma next door.

Maybe it was because you weren’t with Baji today,the day felt bit gloomier even-though it was such a joyous day. You missed Baji.

Just when you were about to sleep,tiny knocks were heard at your door. “Psttt, Y/N.”

You look at the door confused. “Baji what are you doing here?”

Before you knew it,Baji makes you wear a thick jacket and cover your neck with a muffler not answering your question.The wide grin on his face perked your curiosity more.

He then kneels in front of you,his back facing you. “Get on!”

“Huh?”

Baji turns to you and he gives you a grin. “I’m going to show you a huge Christmas tree.”

Baji and you then sneak out of the hospital as he carries you to the main town. You gleam at how beautifully the place was decorated. The air outside was cold but it was so fresh, so much frsh as compared to the air in your hospital room.

“It started snowing!” You shouted excited as you raised one of you hand to try and hold it,only for it to melt as soon as it touches you. “The report was right! We’re having a white Christmas!” It was your first time actually being outside when it was snowing, normally you'd only watch the snow from inside.

Places were beautifully lit, decorated with lights filled with joyful atmosphere. Some with their family others on dates. As people start to stare at the sky taking in the entrance of the snow.

“We’re here!” Baji stops walking as he nudges his head at a particular direction.

There at a distance was a huge Christmas tree, decorated with fairy lights, colorful bulbs and small other decorations. “Wow…”

“Beautiful isn’t it-“ Baji stopped speaking as he looked at your expression. Your eyes gleamed as it shone,from all the lights, you nose and cheeks slightly flushed from cold but the most beautiful part was your smile.

You burrowed you face against Baji’s neck,making him feel ticklish but he didn’t mind it rather he love it. “Thank you Keisuke …” He could feel your breath against his neck.

“I’m so glad I could spend the Christmas with you…”

……

“I hate school!” Baji shouts as he messes his hair in frustration. “I don’t know why I have to study this bull shit!” Baji was currently in you room as he worked on his homework while you were reading a book. A pleasant way you guys would spend your time together. It has almost been two years since you guys met.

You laugh at Baji’s expression as you set down the book you were reading. “Come on now~ Don’t say that..I think school must be fun.”

Baji stops as he realizes what he did. You were someone who could never join school after multiple incidents of you passing out or getting rushed to hospitals when you were a kid.

You couldn’t experience school like he did. Baji huffs as he goes back to his books. “Fine… I’ll aim for twenty marks this time.”

“Twenty? That’s not even the pass mark.” You laugh at him. “How about you go for thirty at least.”

“Thats not the pass mark either, Y/N!“

You were about to say something when a sudden thought came into mind. “Keisuke … I actually was watching tv yesterday and I saw someone making a pumpkin themed cake…”

“So I thought I’d want to eat that but I don’t think I can complete it by myself. So how about you join me…?” Your cheeks flushed red.

You were basically asking him out on a date.Sure you guys spend time together alone but you never once made an offer like this to him. It has been months since you figured out you had feelings so Baji but you never really acted on it.

Since the thought of you getting rejected and in turn losing a beloved friend scared you to no end.

“Sure!” You turned your head quickly at his reply. Baji was smiling as well as he continued. “When would it be?”

You smile as you brought your hands together, excited. “I was thinking of October 31..”

“Ah… I don’t think I can join you then…” Baji replied regretfully. “How about November 1?”

“Sure!” As long as you could spend time with Baji, you were happy.

But then that day never came.

That day you waited for Baji to enter the room,with an untouched cake box on the table. The door opens to reveal Mikey,Draken and Mitsuya.

“Baji…Baji died during our fight against Valhalla …”

Would it be funny if you said you ate the cake while you cried? Probably,but that’s what you actually did. Stuffing you mouth with the soft creamy treat as tears pool you eyes.

Days after were as if a curtain closed closed your window, everything felt so much dim and it didn’t help that your condition seemed to worsen.

You were losing weight at an alarming rate,coughing up more blood at frequent rates. You grew increasingly weaker as you parents even took time off their jobs to nurse you.

But at certain nights you would wake up in tears,as you could barely breathe as you searched for Baji,hoping to see him with you in the room. “Keisuke…”

It was a peaceful winter evening ,the air was cold and places were quiet as white snow gently falls in the ground.

People outside were looking and hoping that the snow would set properly. Kids were already outside as they excitedly play out, parents in their homes were making food to warm themselves up.

“Stay with me Y/N!”

People were rushing all over the room as you dad hold your crying mom.

You head felt as if it was going to burst,a strong sense of nausea filled you. Everything you hear and see seemed so muffled and blur.

Despite you body feeling limp, it was twitching. You breathing which was rapid at first seemed to now slow down,accompanied with a strong aching pain.

Then suddenly all those suffering at once disappear.

You entered into a white place,as if each and every part was covered in snow.Your body felt light with no presence of pain that you were feeling just a second before.

You walked around too see that in a distance was a very familiar person.A person who made you life so much brighter. A person who you enjoyed every moment spend with him. A person you loved.

That person turns around as he expression turns into a frown.

“Why did you join me so early?”

You smile as a tear rolls down your face. “I guess I missed you too much,Keisuke.”

#baji scenarios #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #baji imagine #baji headcanons #baji x reader #baji #Baji Keisuke

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pyroclastic727 · 4 years

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Owl House said fuck capitalism

So this episode was interesting. Lilith pretty much killed her sister. Why the fuck would she do that?

Even more interesting: why is Belos like that? How did Hooty put his head through one of those guards? Who the fuck is the Titan, and why does everyone like him? And how are these all tied together?

This episode was a metaphor for capitalism

...and another delicious step towards radicalizing the youth into dismantling this fucked-up neo-feudal system.

We’ll start with Belos.

Emperor Belos is a weird name, don’t you think? We all thought it was spelled “Bellows,” but it wasn’t. In fact, it’s five letters, starts with Be, ends with os, and describes a megalomaniac emperor that restricts people’s freedom in order to accumulate wealth for himself.

Sound familiar?

Emperor Bezos Belos created capitalism. He saw the beauty of magic and decided to make himself the most powerful.

Belos created a system that destroys the masses and boosts his power.

I’m dipping into fan theory a little, because the fan theory fits. We know that people get branded with coven magic that makes it so they can only specialize in one area. We know that Belos is the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. We know that the excess magic, magic created by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

It’s the same system that many viewers see all the time. A job takes up all your day and tires you for the night, so you can only do one skill for the rest of your life. Jeff Bezos is the most powerful man in the United States. Excess money, money taken by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

The magic goes to Belos, like how the money goes to Bezos. Belos created capitalism, and he won it.

The guards aren’t real.

Look, we’ve never seen their faces. They’re all the same. Why would you work so hard to get to the top, just to become a nameless, faceless killing machine?

Oh, also Hooty stuck his face through one. There is nothing under the armor.

Why? Well, it’s the same reason you see all those celebrities going around flaunting their wealth and bragging about how hard they worked. Like all those songs about how they grind every day and work harder than everyone else while you’re out clubbing, and that makes them dope. And then you take a closer look at them and see that they had a small loan of a million dollars fueling them, or an entire talent agency behind them, or their dad was a famous country star in the 80′s.

They’re fake. They’re hollow. They’re a ploy created by the capitalist emperor to try to delude you into working harder.

Let me put this into perspective. I guarantee that every single one of you has heard stuff like this: “Hard work makes you successful.” “I put in the work, and that’s why I’m successful.” “If you work hard enough, then you can be as successful as Mark Zuckerberg.”

And unless you’re a robot or really lucky, I’m sure all of you have failed at this. Maybe they told you that hard work would make you good at math, so you spent 22 hours a week working on calculus, only to pass it by 3 percentage points and have it destroy your perfect 4.0 GPA. Maybe they told you that if you talked to people enough, then you would make friends, so you spent a lot of time talking to people, only to end up lonely and friendless. Maybe they told you that if you did well in school, you would get a good job, so you spent all your time working hard to be a good student, and then ended up in a soulless, dead-end job.

The guards are there to delude you. Look, who really gains from you being productive? The answer is the ruling class, the CEOs, the government, the bourgeoisie. It has always been that. All you get from working is a paycheck that lets you survive. They get a paycheck that lets them get rich. Just like Belos gets the magic and productivity of the specialized coven witches.

The guards are there to trick you. The truth is that nobody can join the Emperor’s Coven. It’s just there to make you think that hard work will make you successful. Then you spend your entire life working hard, trying to prove to the person in charge that you’re worthwhile. You give your whole life to the Coven, and they give you nothing.

Magic is supposed to be something you pursue for fun. Being skilled at things, being good at something beautiful...that’s supposed to be something you do because you want to. But they took that and made it into a source of productivity. It doesn’t matter if you make good content. All people fucking care about is if you upload the day of premiere, if you make a lot of content quickly, if you maintain a million different conversations with strangers who expect you to be the most interesting person in the room. They don’t care how it hurts you. They don’t care how you crack from the stress. How you cry when you think no one can see you, and then you check your phone and someone can see you, someone did see you, and you have to put on your face and be the charming, magnetic person they want you to be. (oh by the way that’s why I wasn’t online much last week)

And it ruins it. Suddenly you can’t watch The Owl House without being stressed. You can’t make any content. You can’t make spells as powerfully as you want to. Your passion is replaced by perfectionism and insecurity, a voice telling you to keep being the best at what you do, or else they’ll forget you and let you die.

There’s also the Titan.

So nobody has mentioned him before, because in addition to the Boiling Isles being a hellscape full of witchcraft and queerness, it’s also full of atheists.

But suddenly we have people saying all this shit about him? Shit like, he gave witches the gift of magic, and then they learned to use it in a civilized manner, since being uncivilized was disrespectful?

I mean, first off, that’s fucking wrong. The island gives people magic. The island, which just so happened to be shaped like a titan-sized human. But the island/titan gives everyone all types of magic. Hell, even Luz gets to use magic, and she’s human.

It sounds really fucking familiar. (tw for discussion of homophobia and colonialism and misogyny). It sounds like when the news is on and they show some Tr*mp supporter talking about how fetuses have more rights than people and it is their holy duty to take away a woman’s control over her body and force her through unbearable pain and into an 18-year commitment she didn’t want to make. It sounds like all the times people tried to say homosexuality should be illegal, citing a single line in a book written two thousand years ago and heavily edited by a European king. It sounds like all the times people said God wanted them to conquer, to own the entire earth, to force the other races into pain to support them.

This is that bullshit thing people do where they commit awful sins and justify it by citing the will of God.

Or, it’s the Coven using religion as an excuse for evil.

Look, the Emperor’s Coven is clearly colonizer-coded. Saying that people’s original form of magic was wild (and showing a picture with the same joyous, rowdy energy of an 18th or 19th -century Black or indigenous party), and that it was God’s will for them to be “civilized?” Sounds like that thing that powerful white people did where they went and murdered people and forced them into their twisted capitalist system. God, gold, and glory, is what they said, because history books just love to omit the gore.

Lilith is passing the abuse cycle along.

You know, like a good little colonizer. God I fucking hate her. She’s a MILF, in the sense that she’s a Mother I’d Like to Fling off a cliff.

Ah, enough screaming about how much I want to drown Lilith in a tub of Hooty’s mucus. Let’s go into why I want to do that, and how she took the evils of capitalism and just...adopted those.

So, Lilith is sick and twisted for what she did to her sister. But, uhh, that’s the point. You see, there are so many other people out there like Lilith who would do the exact same thing, if given the chance. These are the people who do mean things when the teacher isn’t looking, and then act nice and try to frame you. These are the people who will hate you if you’re better than them. These are people who would do anything to bring you down, if you dare outperform them.

It’s greed, my friends. The mental illness that capitalism blesses us all with.

Lilith herself said it: she dedicated her entire life to the Coven. What she wanted was to be the best. And she almost was...except for her own sister. Someone who lived with her, annoyed her at home, bested her at school. Someone she could never beat, no matter how hard she worked. And her sister was younger than her, too! How insulting was that? Lilith wanted to be the best, and someone in her exact situation did better than her.

Lilith was insecure. And it consumed her.

But why? Why does insecurity consume her? I mean, no one can be motivated by insecurity forever. Well, not unless someone conditions it into you.

The lovely thing about the capitalist system is the morals it teaches you. Things like: “You’re only useful if you’re the best.” “Being school smart makes you smart, while being social smart or sports smart or creative smart or fandom smart is worthless.” “Your worth can be quantified by numbers and is based off arbitrary measures like your income or your grades.” Things that can and will drive us crazy if we let ourselves believe them.

And it did drive Lilith crazy. She got so twisted by a society that said being good at magic is her only worth. Look, Lilith used to be good at things, probably. She was good at sports. At times, she slips up and does an okay job of being Eda’s sister. She has a powerful presence when she’s in a room. And she’s wicked good at manipulating people.

But that didn’t matter. Lilith bought into the lies. She let herself believe that magical skill was the only way to measure her worth. And since she needed to be the best, she hurt Eda for it.

The beautiful thing is, Eda didn’t buy that. "It’s my power, kid. And before you showed up, I spent my whole life wasting it.” Is what Eda said, as she used up the last of her power, the last of her life, to save Luz. In her final moments, she proved that she’s not like them. She’s stronger than them.

None of this matters. Not magical prowess. Not the hierarchy. Not the promise of joining the Coven and having more power than anyone else.

The only thing that matters to Eda is her family. Her real family. Her Luz, King, and Hooty. And by extension, Willow, Gus, and Amity. Those are Eda’s real reason for fighting, for dying: to protect them. Look, there’s no way she would’ve come out of that fight alive. She has a family, and her love for them is stronger than greed or jealousy or capitalism.

Lilith never understood that. She thought the water of the womb was thicker than the blood of the covenant. Or, that the water of the womb and the blood of the covenant are stronger than the bonds of found family. She thought it didn’t matter if Eda loved, her, only if the Emperor loved her. Fucking bitch.

And now, a little something to worry about, before we go. Amity Blight. The girl who wanted to join the Emperor’s Coven more than anything, who dedicated her whole life to doing well in school, to being the best, to being perfect.

And then she met Luz. She fell for Luz. Now she’s in a tricky place, where habit and conditioning want her to join the Emperor’s Coven, but her heart wants her to do the impossible and destroy capitalism.

She wasn’t in this episode. Funny that being injured and unable to work ended up saving her from watching her future mother-in-law die. So she bought some time.

But Luz’s true mom is dead. This is the second mom she has lost, and she’s only fourteen. As powerful as King and Hooty are, Luz needs Amity. Luz needs Amity to support her and help her get back her mom.

So Amity has to make a choice. Fear and insecurity, or love and a high chance of death?

She’ll probably choose death. Because that’s the message that this family-friendly show is giving us kids. Fuck capitalism. All you need in life is to do what makes you happy and be with the ones you love.

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