You Are Mine!
When they see someone flirting with you~
POV: Your writer’s block is cured after making the third part of your MC’s story. 🤭
The legend (/nm) is back babyyyyy~!
♥️ Ace Trappola ♥️
He gets whinier, if I may say so myself...
When you come back to him, he has an angry scowl on his face.
When you ask him what’s wrong, he will just say “Nothing.”
“Ace, you sure it’s nothing?” “Yes. 😠”
He will do his best to impress you with anything he can, using his one (1) braincell in the process. 😔
R.I.P Ace’s poor braincell, you will be missed. 🫡
At the basketball court, you approach him while he is sitting at the sides. You hug him from behind which he lets out a yelp but then visibly relaxes once he sees it’s you, but his pout returns.
Sighing, you caress his cheek.
“Ace, are you sure you’re okay..? Look, you’ve been acting so mad at me for no reason for the past week and I... I wanted to know what made you so angry.”
He, for once, doesn’t pull away from you or try to impress you.
“That person that acted so close to you back then... Who does he think he is?! I’m your boyfriend, not him!”
Wide eyed, you look at him as you are absolutely speechless.
“Oi, answer me (Y/N)!” He yells.
You squish his cheeks with a scowl.
“Ace...”
“What?!” He rolls his eyes at you.
“He was an exchange student that I was tasked to give a tour... He was flirty, yes, but I did tell him that I had a handsome boyfriend...”
“...Eh?”
You smirk.
“And yes, I did tell him about how handsome you were~”
His cheeks turn bring red in retaliation. You hug him close to you.
“Geez... Why would you even think that I would choose another guy over you?! He may be affectionate with me, but you are the one I love...”
You kiss his head.
“You dummy.”
You feel his arms wrapping around you. He closes his eyes as he stays still before opening his eyes again. You look at him and slowly let him go. And as soon as you do that, he immediately runs forward, grabs the ball and looks back at you with a smile.
“Oi, dummy! This one’s for you!”
And he throws the ball in the hoop.
...and it completely misses it.
and it hits his head...
“Ack!.. Well, frick... It didn’t go in...” He sulks.
But it gets a good laugh out of you.
“Oi oi, stop laughing! It’s not funny!” He retorts, looking away in embarrassment.
Yes, you love that dumbass.
No, he won’t change.
🦈 Floyd Leech 🦈
The moment he sees you with another boy, that person is done for.
He immediately grabs you by the arm and drags you along with him.
The next thing you know is... Well, that person is getting squeezed like a lemon... 💀
He was already so clingy to you. But after this? He gets clingier.
“[Nickname], lemme hold your hand? 😇” “FLOYD FOR THE SAKE OF HEAVENS IT’S BEEN AN HOUR! I HAVE TO USE THE RESTROOM!”
Jamil and Ace are wondering why he is hardly ever coming nowadays. The reason? He is spending time with you, so he is veeeeeery busy!
You pet his hair as his head is on your lap. You sigh as you hear the bell ringing, to signal that the class is about to start. Moreover, your class now is alchemy which means this is Professor Crewel’s class... But because of Floyd, you are about to be late.
“Floyd, I have to go..!” You anxiously say as you try to push his head. Unfortunately, he grabs your thigh and lays his head again.
“But I wanna spend some more time with you, (N/N)! Can’t leave you alone, or else other fish will getcha!” He childishly pouts and looks at you, “I don’t wanna let it happen. Not again.”
“Other fish?!” You look at him, but then you remember the flirty student.
You bonk him in the head.
“Ow! Hey, what was that for?!” He says.
“Those ‘other fish’ won’t get me again, Floyd!” You angrily glare at him, “You already gave him a lesson, you know?!”
He sits up in excitement.
“Really?!” He asks you, eyes beaming with joy.
You sigh.
“Yep, no one’s going to bother me like this when they know I’m dating with you~”
He immediately grabs you, sits up and spins with you in his arms.
...But you are so damn sure that Crewel is going to chew you two out if he ever finds you...
:(
🐍 Jamil Viper 🐍
He was coming to visit you after taking a shower.
When he sees this occur, he just watches you from far. Then he waits for the person to leave.
Out of three, he seems to be the most normal to react so far.
He asks you who was that guy that was a little too close to you. Like hugging you and kissing the back of your hand, like how he is supposed to do--
You tell him that you told the guy that you are taken by the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. 😉
He blushes.
His cheeks flush.
Then sighs deeply and apologizes for feeling jealous.
That guy? He’ll get a warning from him.
After that flirty guy leaves with a frown as you told him off, he walks to you.
“Rohi*, who was that?” He asks while hugging you from behind, causing you to yelp in surprise.
“No one, dear... Just a flirty guy. Don’t you worry though, I told him that I already have a wonderful boyfriend.” You smile.
“Hmm...” He hums for a moment, and because he was out of sight, watching you, he’d seen how you reacted to the guy going as far as asking you to be his lover.
“Don’t you believe me, Jamil?” You frown at him while crossing your arms.
“O-of course I do! It’s just that I...” He trails off for a second only to turn you around and hug you. “...I was just thinking if I should give that guy a verbal warning. He seems to have some guts trying to ask out someone that already has a lover.”
(There wasn’t anyone in the place you two were in, so that was why he was able to give you affection this comfortably.)
“No need for that. I already warned him, you know? I just hope he won’t bother me again.” You smile while caressing his cheek.
“You may have warned him, but no one can know what he will do next.” He replies as he rests his head on you.
“Then I’ll have to either warn him again, or just punch him in the face next time~” You flex your arm and you grin, “I let him get away because I’m soooo kind~”
He softly laughs at your impression of the Headmaster. But then he clears his throat and sighs.
“Well, I have to go to practice... Will I be able to see you soon, I wonder?” He says before kissing you on the cheek and letting you go.
“If you don’t get free time like this, I’ll come to you.” You reply.
“...It would be great, (Y/N).” He laughs.
He walks away from you, but then he looks back.
“See you soon.”
“See you Jamil~!” 😊
*Rohi is a term of endearment in Arabic, and it means “my soulmate”! :3
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Something That Cannot Be Replaced...
In which Idia writes you a few hundred messages after your overblot.
💀 Taglist: @floriandarling
After weeks of rest, you managed to wake up and tried to recall things that caused you to be in your room. You closed your eyes as a headache in the meantime was making you feel like all the world was in your head and that’s how it hit you all of a sudden.
You’ve had overblotted.
The crystal of your magic pen had turned as black as the night sky. The rest was unfortunately a blur. But one scream was still ringing in your ears.
“(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!”
You knew the voice was familiar; it belonged to none other than your boyfriend, Idia. You pried your eyes open again and looked at your surroundings.
The familiar sight of your ceiling was the first thing you saw. Then the lights, and then two figures near you. One was sitting on the chair while another one was cuddling you. You immediately recognized the signature blue hair from both of them. Then your eyes caught the tiny light that was blinking on your phone; your notification light. You reached out and grabbed it despite your bones aching in pain. There were hundreds and thousands of messages coming from your friends, yet one message in particular caught your eye. These were from Idia himself. It wasn’t an in-game message, but a normal one.
When you checked, you’ve noticed that most of the messages were from him.
You decided to read them all.
Hello, this is Idia. I hope you’re alright. I just wanted to drop by and check in on you.
I never thought you out of all people would overblot, to be honest. I mean -- you were THE last boss that players manage to defeat with very little HP. Everyone was trying to snap you out of it, even Mr. Malleus. But I think, I THINK, we managed to do that.
Please text me back when you are awake.
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Hey, it’s me again. Are you awake yet? I can send Ortho to help you if you want.
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PLEASE TEXT ME BACK WHEN YOU WAKE UP.
.
.
.
I can’t lose you too...
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Are you there..?
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I’m gonna come to you if you are awake.
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Today I won a match for you :)
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I got a little surprise for you. :)
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(@_@;)
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[attachment] (A photo of a cat on his lap.)
It doesn’t seem to be scared of me...
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How are you doing right now?
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Ily 💕
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💙?
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Just checking in...
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...
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...
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(Y/N)..?
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I’m gonna come to your room today.
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Okay, I’m going to come for real now. Please be okay.
His last messages from yesterday caught your eye after reading it all.
Hey...
Are you still not awake..?
I miss you so much.
I miss going out with you. Not like something I’d say, right?
I miss playing with you too.
And when you come visit my room.
Ignihyde is making me feel colder tonight.
I’m sorry, I wasn’t there for you...
I desperately wanted to make you feel loved, to make you feel better.
I’m sorry, I couldn’t help you when you were feeling down.
You were always there for me, but I couldn’t do the same.
(Y/N), I’m sorry...
I’m sorry... So sorry...
A tear slid down from your cheek to the pillow. You looked down to see his head on your chest, and tears were at the corner of his eyes. He was hugging you tightly as if you were the last one standing on Earth. You grunted as you hugged him back, bones still aching.
“Nngh... (Y/N)..?” He wearily said, “...You’re awake?..”
You simply nodded and hugged him just as tight. And yet...
“D-did you know..” He sniffled while holding your shoulders, “...how worried I was?! Ortho and I checked up on you almost every day!”
“I... Idia...” You sobbed, “I missed.. you too..!”
He didn’t reply, but hugged your waist and sobbed onto your chest as you did the same.
“(Y/N)...” He sobbed weakly.
“Idia...” You clung onto him while holding onto his hoodie.
In the end, both of you ended up crying to sleep. But you were feeling content now that you got to comfort him and made sure he saw that you were alright. And he was glad that you were okay. After all, you are something that can’t be replaced to him...
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unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.
Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.
and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.
(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)
Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self.
Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.
The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?
Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!
Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and—
Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—
You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...
What—when did you lose—
I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...
So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.
And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.
When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.
Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.
It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.
Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.
Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??
the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.
Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.
FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?
“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.
Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)
And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.
Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic, being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.
Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life.
Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.
Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.
Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.
It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal.
Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.
What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.
I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.
So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.
Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.
Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—
well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—
and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?
i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”
Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).
But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.
Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.
And then the partners change again, the moment ended.
Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.
Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.
Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.
Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.
needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.
Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.
Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )
Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?
And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?
Opening drabble
Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell)
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