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cheshirebitch · 2 months

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Alastor with a 1950’s housewife styled reader. When he sees her he doesn’t even understand why she’s in hell in the first place.

!!Mentions of domestic violence!!

She killed her husband for laying a hand on their child. She was slow and methodical with her kill, and when Alastor finds out he becomes enraptured by her. In awe of how proper and kind she is but how devastatingly cruel she can be if the circumstance calls for it.

He finds her duality alluring in a sense, and he’s so curious to see what fresh hell she’d let loose in hell if she decided to unleash herself upon some poor sinners.

This is my first request in a long time and I’m super tired so I hope this makes sense 😅

Oh boy, oh boy, did I love this idea and I hope I did you justice on it :)!

ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤

Alastor x Reader

“Alastor, dear, can you do me a favor?” I asked while smoothing my dress out nervously.

“Of course darling! What can I do for you my Angel?” Alastor started calling me that the day he met me. He was adamant that heaven messed up or I was a fallen angel for being too good. Every time he would go on one of his long stipples, I would have to keep my lips tight and calm my beating heart for two reasons. He really was too sweet to me and because I never want anyone to know my ugly truth. Not that I’m ashamed but because I don’t need everyone hunting down the man, especially considering he was alive and well in hell with me. I think he suffered considerably for his actions and I didn’t need the whole hotel, that was supposed to be a walking advertisement about redemption, trying to murder this man. Especially Alastor, he would be completely unforgiving.

He was always so polite when it concerned me and always had a compliment to throw my way.

“Mon Cher, looking elegant as always.”

“Darling, do smile more often. Hell would be much better with your sparkling smile.”

“What’s a looker like you doing at the bar by yourself? Care for company Angel?”

“Mon Cher,

“Would you be so kind to help me make dinner today? I truly didn’t expect the King of Hell to be visiting or I could’ve handled it on my own.” Exasperated that Charlie failed to mention, again, about her fathers visit. I rather not have him thinking an old housewife, such as myself, failed to uphold the standards I was raised with. This place will be spotless and perfect in two hours by my own hand, if Alastor agrees to assist me. I always batted his hands away when he’s tried before, being conditioned that all this work is only my job. My ex husband made sure I learned that too.

“Absolutely! Anything for my sweet Angel! Are you certain there is nothing else I can assist you with? Perhaps some cleaning, laundry, anything?” Alastor was leaning in towards my personal space as I pushed a finger over his massive smile. He truly is a pure gentleman despite his horrific sins he’s committed. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to him?

“Oh, no. Just some help in the kitchen will be fine. I just need someone to watch over the meal as it cooks so it doesn’t burn while I clean the rest of this hotel.” I smiled at him as polite as I could while trying not to tremble over the simple act of asking for help. It’s always involuntary when I flinch at a man, so much so that I’ve overheard conversations about it from the group. Charlie and Angel express their concerns to me but the rest just watch with pity in their eyes.

“Angel, certainly there is more I can do?” He gave me his smile still, slightly strained, but concern and a small hint of frustration were in those burgundy eyes. I pretended to think on it before shaking my head.

“That simply won’t do. I will handle all kitchen duties and you can clean. Don’t try to stop me.” Alastor morphed through the shadows as I raced to beat him to the kitchen, only to be met with a locked door. I huffed before giving in, but only because I was on a tight schedule. Fighting with Alastor’s stubbornness was at the bottom of my list and making sure this place was spiffy was at the top. So, I raced around on the lobby floor, cleaning everything and everything. I couldn’t help but notice how Alastor was trying to slyly send his shadow and Niffty to help. Ignoring them on purpose, faking ignorance for his sake, and kept cleaning at my full speed.

By the time I noticed there was nothing left to do, I was out of breath and was done one hour earlier than I thought I would be. That was also considering how I had two extra sets of helping hands plus the fact I didn’t have to check the kitchen at all. I smiled as I panted out, wiping the sweat from my brow. I sauntered into the kitchen, now with unlocked doors, and had my hands on my hips as I watched Alastor finish cooking everything I had laid out. I had a bandana on to keep my hair pulled up and stop the sweat from running down my neck. It was the pretty maroon and black one Alastor gave me the first year I knew him.

“Lovely to see you using the things I get you.” Without even turning around, he knew what I was wearing and didn’t degrade me for not completing these tasks completely on my own or faster. The smile spread on my face as I began to tease back.

“Always lovely to see you cooking. Don’t think I don’t see that tail wagging happily, deer.” I emphasized on his nickname being used more so as what animal he was. His ears twitched as he turned around with a playful grin. My tail whipped around behind me, showing I was teasing him playfully. He leaned closer, invading my personal space again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Angel. I’m just helping a deer friend out.” He chuckled at his own pun, making me smile and nudge him. This is what normally happens when one of us tells a joke, it turns into a pun war. Right now though, I guess it was deer themed with a hint of good tension between us. He had us switching places, where I was the one with the counter behind me and he with nothing. Walking closer and closer, getting more into eachothers spaces with no complaints. Which of itself, others would find quite odd how Alastor wasn’t upset by myself being this close to him.

“That pun wasn’t one of your best. Dare I say, I wasn’t too fawn of that one.” His smile widened with genuine happiness without anything evil being the cause of it. It really was beautiful. I couldn’t help but morph my smile from a playful one to a genuine smile as well, full of admiration. I could even feel my eyes basically forming heart shapes for him.

“Angel?” His eyes looked relaxed along with his smile, he was still leaning so close to me I could feel his coat tickling my skin.

“Yes, deer?” He smiled more before continuing.

“How are you in Hell? Really?” My smile froze as I panicked slightly. He was someone I could see hunting my ex husband down and brutally killing for what he’s done, especially towards me and my family. My hands moved before I could stop them, gripping his with mine. His eyes looked confused at our hands before looking at me, waiting for what it was.

“Promise me, Al, that you’ll let it go after I tell you.” His eyes searched mine before he sighed out.

“You know I can’t promise that, my Angel.” One of his claws carefully brushed my cheek slowly. He started moving slower with his movements when they were towards me after noticing how I flinched. The bright red claws remained on my face as I looked away, defeated.

“It wasn’t always horrible with him, my late husband and father of my two beautiful girls.” I smiled as I mentioned my children, who have long lived their lives after my death, and both in heaven.

“But after a couple years when my youngest turned four, Paul wasn’t the same. He was laid off from his fancy office job and started drinking when he couldn’t find work. We had to sell our home and move. I started working at a couple diners and cleaning for a couple homes, anything to make the bills.” My smile turned sad as Alastor’s turned strained the second I spoke of alcohol. His grip tightened slightly but never enough to hurt me.

“He would get angry when I came home late, how the house was a mess, when the children got fussy, and just anything that involved work for him. That’s when I got tired and mouthed off.” Alastor’s upper lip curled in disgust at what was about to be spoken next.

“He didn’t like that, slapped me back in place.” Alastor’s eyes squinted.

“I think you’re downplaying it, Angel.” I sheepishly grin, knowing he’s right.

“A little.”

“Tell the truth now, darling.”

“He beat me till I couldn’t stand anymore. I tried fighting back but…” I shook my head and felt my eyes burning.

“I was just a silly housewife.” He took his claw and gently swiped away a fallen tear. It was the only tear I will let fall.

“I only said enough when he went to hit the oldest for trying to pull him off of me.” Tension was rising up my spine and locking my jaw tight. Alastor’s radio static picked up even more the second I spoke that sentence. I could feel his anger radiating from him.

“I hated him for it, so much so I killed him.” I looked up at Alastor right when his eyes dilated, recognizing the shock and admiration that was swirling in his eyes. His smile spread out across his face more as the radio static cut silent, then he spoke without any static in his voice.

“My, my, what have we got here? Dare I say my Angel is really a demon after all?” I could tell he said it with slight humor, still thinking I’m too pure to be in hell.

“I poisoned him for months with rat poisoning in his alcohol. He chose his own death, I just sped it up. Everyone thought he died of alcohol poisoning but it was me. I’d do it again if it meant my kids never had to see that ever again. He could’ve lived if he just chose his family over the alcohol.” I shrugged with no remorse for my actions.

“While he was getting more and more ill, I would watch from the doorway of our bedroom, where he slept. Just holding a kitchen knife and sharpening it, watching him sleep horribly.” Alastor smiled wider, wider than I thought possible really, and dipped me down gracefully. His arm behind my back holding me completely as his other hand delicately glided his ruby claw down my cheek.

“Mon Cher, penser que je ne pourrais pas t'aimer davantage.” **

Alastor was immediately thinking about how he’d worship her forever and was intrigued to see what fresh hell she would unleash by his side with this daunting loyalty and protective spirit. He also took note to pay a visit to dear ol’ Paul, the current bartender that replaced Husk at the casino in town.

** translation - “My dear, to think that I couldn’t love you more.”

(As always, characters belong to their owner and the story belongs to me. If you have any requests or ideas, send them over :)! I will gladly try to write things for my supporters! Thank you for the love and have a great day! <3)

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suiana · 2 months

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Yay!

(yandere! sweetheart x gn! reader)

You've seen him around. Seen how he talks, how he acts. And you're certain of one thing.

He's not what he looks to be.

Others might say you're paranoid or something, say you're just jealous of him and how everyone seems to adore him. But you really aren't. You just... You're just scared of him.

You're sure of it. It's his whole vibe and aura. It fucking creeps you out and you just can't understand why no one else can feel that. But you suppose it's because he looks like just another guy who's awfully sweet.

His eyes, lips, they all tell a different story as compared to the eerie vibe he gives off. Normally the eyes would be able to tell if he was just acting but... Even his eyes show that he's just a sweetheart.

You've rethought your opinions on him several times. Maybe you're just mistaken. Perhaps you're thinking too much about it.

But no matter how hard you've tried to see him in a positive light, your stomach churns with an indescribable fear. And your gut has never once lied to you.

Which is why you're currently trying to leave this scary situation which your best friend has put you in. She had brought you out to eat for a hangout and out of nowhere, this guy popped out and your friend invited him to join you two without caring about your opinion. You really wanted to punt her after she did that.

Anyways, she's in the toilet right now which means that you're left alone with him.

You didn't know what to say. You honestly just wanted to avoid him if you could. But he seemed to have other ideas.

"So! What have you been up to? I've been volunteering and helping around town, planting flowers and accompanying old granny-"

You tune out his words, staring at him with a slightly unnerved expression. Shit, he really does look like your average cute guy who's just a sweetheart. You can't help but feel bad about ignoring him but... even now, you're on edge. How could this be? You don't even sense any malicious intent but you're worried?

"Hey! Are you not listening?"

You snap out of your daze, blinking several times as you gulp nervously.

"Ah... apologies. I was just... tired, yeah."

"Hm..."

He hums, still smiling at you as he props his hands on the table and rests his chin on them. You figut the urge to look away from him as he stares holes into your skull. Shit, when is your friend going to return? You can't handle this anymore...

"Say, darling, do I scare you that much?"

He suddenly mumbles, catching you off guard by the petname and his words. What? He knew that he scared you?

"I knew that you were different. That you could see something others couldn't. Which is why I was interested in the first place. But it really hurts me to see you blatantly ignoring me more and more each day."

He complains, pouting at you as he continues to stare straight into your soul. You feel a shiver run down your spine as your mouth runs dry. Wait what? What is going on? Why did he say that? He knew? Darling? Did he like you?! What the hell?

"You're really special to me. I really don't want you to be scared of me."

He reaches one of his hands out and places it above your trembling ones. He smiles warmly, though you can't help but feel chilled by the action. Damn boy! Stop! You don't like this!

"W-what are you-"

"I am completely in love with you. And I apologize about my... condition that has scared you."

He admits, cheeks flushed as he continues to stare at you, eyes unblinking. You have no response to him. Who knew that the town sweetheart that scared the shit out of you had fallen for you? And condition? Oh shit, was he like, a devil or something?

You gulp nervously, lower lip trembling as you freeze in your seat. Cold sweat decorates your forehead as you pray for your friend to hurry her ass up.

"Ah... I had planned to just take you, you know? But I don't want you to be too frightened of me... It hurts. Truly."

He sighs before removing his hand away from yours, looking at the direction in which your friend was walking from. Thank god! What was she even doing for so long?! She was gone for five full minutes, damn!

"Your friend is back, let's cheer up a bit, hm?"

He chuckles lightly, stirring his coffee as he finally breaks the prolonged eye contact which made you feel naked. Whew, finally that was over. You felt molested by him even though all he did was say some creepy shit.

But... condition. Hm... You'd need to do more research about him. Maybe then you could finally understand why you felt so unnderved by this guy.

And perhaps even try to get rid of the constant stress in your mind. Which would be him, obviously.

He seemed to know so much about you yet you know almost nothing about him. This was really not an optimal position for you.

"Haha! Did you see a ghost or something? You look scared as shit!"

Your friend jokes, taking her seat beside you as she goes back to eating her cake.

Yeah, she was right. You did just see a ghost. And this ghost was sitting right at the table together with you two.

Damn it, this was really the worst.

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generalsdiary · 4 months

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a stupid bet (part 2)

gn!reader x Dr. Ratio

part one here

warnings: kissing, suggestive themes, occasional curse words (?)

word count: 6k~

a/n: didn’t expect so many of you to like it, so here’s part two, I knew which way I wanted to take this – and no it isn’t smut like some might assume. two adults with a complicated situation such as this would behave a tad differently, this ain’t a movie after all. but it was fun writing, a bitch to edit it, I hope you guys like this one as well, I am quite pleased with how it turned out. not beta read (we get snapped like Tingyun), if he is ooc this has been written before he became playable ((doubt there will be another part btw))

description: the aftermath of the bet, how the new dynamic functions, stubborn and arrogant attitudes with the fear to show emotions underneath it, all the while yearning for each other (fluff) yes they are communicating, this ain’t miscommunication trope, DW

It is the same day. Late at night with the workplace practically empty, you are finishing up some work. Being in a high position of power means also late hours, you stand up to stretch from sitting for hours.

It is quiet, everything seems still and desolate, with only the occasional sounds of machines, the soft buzzing of the lights, and the occasional Ruan Mei’s creation passing through.

You’re not alone to your surprise. Another figure also stands up to stretch, you aren’t aware of the presence until you hear the low sigh.

Veritas Ratio was still here, also finishing up work, just like yourself. Both hardworkers it seems… You two have a lot more in common than either of you would ever care to admit.

Upon acknowledging each other's presence he simply says. “Oh, so you’re still here as well?”

You nod, not finding the words to say, plus small talk is pointless in your mind. To which he nods back.

“Mind if I ask what kind of work you’re still working on at the time of night?” He tilts his head, you don’t know if it is cockiness in his voice or actual curiosity. On the other hand, he should also be very aware of your area of work.

“I’m done- about to head home~” You avoid the question, the simple rivalry and some sort of defensiveness still existing.

“Huh.” He ponders for a moment. “We’re both here, we’re both almost done and we’re both also heading out? It seems we’re more similar than I thought.” He makes a lame joke, to which you cross your arms and stare him down with a raised eyebrow as if to ask ‘Seriously?’.

You do answer, more of a scoff, “Perhaps” as you turn off the screen. Then the irony of the stupid attempt at the joke also brings a smile to your face. You don’t even notice it.

He also slightly smiles, realizing the stupidity of it, “Well… I mean, we’re already here at this late night. We could also just go ahead and leave together if it is alright with you?”

You nod, not thinking much of it, “Sure, c'mon.” You two exit the building.

He happily follows you out and you both soon exit the large lab building and walk out into the dark and chilly night. You weren’t aware, or maybe you didn’t notice the weather conditions being added to Herta’s space station. You two walk, all alone in the dark of late night, with only each other’s company to keep you warm.

He looks over to you, as he whispers. “Seems so peaceful and calm here, doesn’t it? It feels as if everyone has vanished from the station with you and me only left standing. Some life of the scientist huh?”

You nod at his words. Noticing your silence, it didn’t feel awkward, more tired, full of confusing thoughts and comforting silence. He continues, “How about we just keep walking without saying anything else? Let’s just… let’s just walk together and enjoy the peace of this… artificial night.”

“Sure” You didn’t mind his suggestion, walking beside him and feeling tempted to hold his hand.

He also gets an urge to hold your hand and even, hold you close. This quiet, late night has always made him feel at ease and rest, and this moment is no exception. In the darkness, it feels different, the way you two interact and behave.

You break the silence. “I’m still shocked we kissed today” to which he chuckles softly.

“I could almost say that I was surprised too. It didn’t feel like just any old kiss, it felt… like there was so much more inside it. A sort of intensity, a spark, that I couldn’t shake off for a long time. Almost as if my body felt as though it could simply melt from that kiss. It took me a bit to focus on my work again today.” He dryly chuckles.

You laugh softly at his analysis, “It appears someone liked it a lot.” And also avoiding the thoughts of it. He laughs softly at your tease and whispers, his voice a bit more tender and sensual. “Oh, I definitely liked it. I liked it a lot. It was as if I could hear some sort of music playing in that kiss. It was as if the very notes that this melody was composed of was just for that single kiss… that was the impression the kiss left on me…”

You smile, “Interesting” Is he actually truthful or mumbling nonsense? Who could know? You two bump into each other while walking and your nostrils fill with his cologne again today, just like while you were kissing and you sigh.

He also sighs and feels a sudden urge to wrap his arm around your waist, to take you in towards himself. He barely holds back the urge. “Interesting would be an understatement. You and I really must share a similar taste,” his voice goes lower, “but I can say one thing. I don’t think there was enough of our… closeness and the kissing.” He has more thoughts about this, yet quite unlike him he decides to keep them to himself, the thoughts of how your lips feel like they were made to just kiss each other and only each other, and perhaps meant to walk together in these quiet night station hours… He sighs softly, his mind turning into just nonsense.

It certainly is pleasant to be walking during these hours, and his words make you ponder over your thoughts and possible bubbling emotions. The calmness is unlike most other places, yet this peaceful atmosphere keeps you calm with which you also feel a bit of temptation. Feeling like you want to give in, want to take his hand in yours… Be close to him.

You both walk slowly, wanting perhaps to be closer to one another, your hands bumping into each other as you walk. Your bumps, as well as every other accidental touch and brush, only seem to tempt you further.

When your fingers brush against his you move them away like you got burnt, it feels like a zap of electricity, they feel too hot, too cold… like fire. And you wonder… gods why do you just want to hold his hand and get burnt? It seems as if those accidental touches are now turning even more intentional. You both keep the slow pace, perhaps both enjoying the feeling of being this close together and not wanting it to end.

Silence befalls you two once more. You don't know what to say. Stuck in a quiet and silent moment, as your bodies brush against each other with each step. Shoulders bumping, fingers brushing. Gravitating closer, you can feel that gentle heat of his body. There isn't much you two can say at this moment – you should just let this peaceful, calm, yet sensual and tempting moment speak for itself… a moment like this is worth more than any words could ever describe. Although this is more like a set of moments, rather than a single moment. Time feels like it is speeding by, seconds running yet it also feels like it has been slowed down.

„Veritas,“ You say his name softly. At the sound of your voice, he turns his head a little bit and looks right at you through the faint night lights. The look on his face seems to be filled with longing and passion, a look on his face that seems to be waiting for you to complete whatever sentence you were trying to say. He seemed quite eager to hear what you were about to say. His eyes looked as if they were burning with passion. Or perhaps you just imagined it all and he was merely waiting for you to speak, but you had his attention.

„You said you wanted to get to know me,“ you're looking ahead while walking, „yet we walk in silence.“ You try to slice the silence, the tension and thoughts of how he smells and how warm his touch would feel filling your mind, so you try to make conversation.

He nods and chuckles softly as you make this observation, „The truth is… it's just that I am enjoying being so close to you that I'd rather keep walking like this for a bit… I just…“ he sighs, closing his eyes for a moment, „I just want to feel you next to me without having to speak a word. And to also be honest…“ His voice turned to a whisper. „…I'm feeling a bit tempted. The quiet and the... silence of the night making everything feel so much more sensual, I'm having a hard time resisting…“

You look up at him, hoping your cheeks aren't shaded pink, „Resisting?“

He is fast to answer, „Resisting the temptation… I want to kiss you again… I want to feel that warmth again. Your perfume is driving me insane… I just want to get lost inside of you with every kiss… with every touch…“

Veritas' words leave you in shock, he is completely frank, and blunt. Your thoughts scatter at his eagerness. You offer a small reaction. „Oh…“

He chuckles silently to himself at your surprised reaction, he is getting slightly out of hand, out of his usual stoic self, leaning closer while walking to say, „I mean, we could stop here and just enjoy these feelings with each other. No words are needed. I believe the quietness and the silence have just really been making everything feel so much more… as I already said, sensual. So I ask you, dearest, would you like to continue walking together as we are, or would you like to let these feelings finally get the best of us, and just… kiss?“

You stop walking and look up at him. You smirk, „You don't have a lot of self-control with indulgence now, do you?“ You tilt your head when you say these teasing words. Then almost like karma, an artificial draft blows past you two, his cologne filling his senses, making you close your eyes while it returns you the what happened earlier that day before you open your eyes again.

Veritas' eyes light up when you point out the lack of self-control but he can't help but chuckle softly. „You don't know half of it. It has been eating at me today, seems like a dam of suppressed… thoughts burst through. And they seem to be getting better of me the more and more we stand like this. I do apologize for my eagerness, it is improper… Would you really like to know just how hard it has been to hold back from simply kissing you?“ He adds the last sentence as if he is saying a secret, whispering it softly.

You smirk, „Oh, do tell me~“ Barely hiding the way his cologne almost had you swept off of your feet. Of course, he sees your reaction, just how much of an effect he seems to be having on you right now. You can feel your body just wanting to sway towards his, wanting to feel his touch, his warmth.

„Oh, where should I begin“, he does his analysis as a doctor, „My breathing has been feeling… hot and heavy… it's almost as if my heart rate has been rising faster than normal, or perhaps the fact I want to embrace you with every fiber of my being right now. But don't make me start listing the symptoms.“ He ends with a smile, to which you smile back. You'd never normally do that, you wonder what is it about this late at night?...

„Well, a mere hug is innocent enough, Veritas“ You smirk, teasingly and continue walking now. He laughs at your words before speaking, „Indeed it is. But the problem I find with this so-called 'innocent hug' is that it would inevitably lead us into the unavoidable action of you and I embracing tighter and tighter until a point where our hands may wonder and- let me not ramble, but“, he whispers into your ear, „A hug is just the beginning. Would you still like such an 'innocent' act of a hug?“

He is right, and you know he is. You try hard to not imagine it as he speaks, struggling to hold the thoughts back, to try to ease the tension you tease. “Overthinking~” You shoot him down and walk, avoiding anything upfront and making it obvious to the clever man as to why. You know he is as desperate as you to touch each other, feel, hold hands… And confused by it.

“My dear friend”, the nickname icks you the wrong way, but you ignore it, “I have quite the knack for figuring things out. And I can easily see that you want to hold me and embrace me too, but you seem to want to tease and want to be teased. Would you like to tease you a little bit?” He smirks, reading you like a book and recognizing the weak spots he can aim at.

“Oh, Veritas please don’t tease me, I don’t take it well. And, also, I assume then the innocent hug would be a bad idea.” You answer honestly rather than putting up a strong front that would crumble in mere seconds.

He is amused at your sudden concern about being teased and has an amusing tone of voice, “Alright, alright then. I promise to not tease you… well… not too much. Yes… no hug for us. It would lead us to do more… well, it would lead us down a very… not so innocent path.”

You two continue walking at a rather slower pace, you get the feeling of just how close the two of you are getting, bodies moving almost in sort of a sync, every little sway that one of you makes is seemingly replicated by the other. It is as if all other movements have faded away, except for the two of you walking together silently in the darkness.

Your fingers brush each other making you sigh. The touch of your fingertips is felt through the fabric of clothes. You become aware of each other's breathing in this silence. It all drives you insane, why do you want to hold his hand so badly… it makes you sigh again. It appears your fingers brushing has the same effect on him, your hands gravitationally shifting towards each other, as if trying to come in contact with each other, you can barely resist and you can tell Veritas is struggling not to just take your hand in his. More bumping, the desire to hold hands feeling like a natural response at this point, yet you don’t. “Veritas…” You quietly sigh.

The sound of your sigh sends shivers down his spine, turning his head to look at you, and his face is readable like a children’s playbook right now. His desires are, the same as yours. Maybe you’re both too prideful and too scared, to be honest with each other.

“We are almost where I live.” You gesture with your head, telling him the walk will end soon. You now brush your hand against his on purpose, the feeling of getting burned makes your heart skip a beat. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow then…”

He nods and you two stop near your place. His mind wishes for an embrace but you two decided against that, his eyes scanning your body as if wishing he could keep this view of you in his head. “Good night.”

People are much more honest at night time, especially if tired, the walk was something… You sigh when you enter your home, feeling frustrated, the chemistry between you two is insane, but your pride, much like his, is too big. Both without the courage to make the next move. Playing this back-and-forth game, with neither of you being willing to take the leap of being the one to start it. Kissing can be discarded always, but if someone states their feelings… with both of your arrogant personalities and your ‘enemy’ like history… well it isn’t an easy thing. So for now, you both go your separate ways, yet wishing you were in his arms, you and him laying alone in bed.

The thought of him keeps crossing your mind. You are thinking of him as you crawl into bed, feeling the weight and warmth of the blankets surrounding you. As you lay there, you think about how it felt to walk beside him. Imagining how it would feel to sleep beside him, feel his body next to yours. Sleep overcomes you, dreams end up being of him.

The night passes by and another work day begins. As you walk into your workplace you can see Veritas walking to his desk, right across yours. He meets your eyes for a moment, it is obvious that last night left both of you shaken up and still confused… which is an understatement, to be true to the fact, both scared, tension still hanging in the air between you two.

Occasional rumors about the people who saw you kissing feel annoying to you but you divert your attention to work. Both focused on work in your own separate bubbles, time passes by quickly. Yet your mind doesn’t clear up, not with all the hushing and whispering of your co-workers in the background. Everyone seems to be chatting about this supposed ‘romantic attraction’ you have to each other, while you two pretend nothing happened yesterday. You make an effort to not even glance at him, at his indigo hair which just makes you wonder if it would feel as soft with your fingers going through it- no, you stop your thoughts.

Feeling tired from a few hours of work and your mind distracting you with memories and scenarios you get up from your desk, intending to walk outside and get a break, catch some air. Your work building has experiments of installing new weather conditions on the station getting performed on it, so you look forward to the artificial wind on the rooftop.

While you walk away, you hear footsteps, someone had the same intention as you. Following right behind you.

Outside you find a spot without anyone, yet the footsteps follow close behind. You slowly breathe in, and the air feels fresh, the experiment might be successful, but it sure feels real. You turn around to see who followed you to ruin your break and time alone.

When you turn, you find Veritas staring right back at you. You both wanted to get away and walk away from all the noise. His face is neutral, but his eyes are soft while he tries to figure out your mood, and your thoughts. The tension fills the air again, especially since he is the one person who wouldn't help with all the thoughts you had of him.

„Morning“, you say simply, standing a few steps away.

„Good morning to you too.“ He nods, tilting his head slightly, „Did you also want to get a break or some… space from everything?“

„Needed a break, yeah.“ You nod back.

Attempting to turn the conversation about work his tone sounds formal, „The work can be exhausting, stressful… especially when people keep… gossiping“, he gives you a knowing look, „and everything.“

„Sleep well?“ Your voice is also formal, yet soft, not as loud as it would be if you asked him while inside.

„I'll admit“, he chuckles, „I was having a few interesting dreams last night, but other than that, I slept nicely. How was your rest last night?“ You notice how this isn't something a co-worker or a close colleague would just say to one another. You both were behaving differently, dancing on the line, on the edge of it.

„It was alright.“ You keep it simple, as silence falls again. The silence could be cut with a butter knife when the air feels thick, tension growing as you keep staring at each other. How did years of disliking and rivalry turn into this… tension after the bet and the kiss? Well, more than one kiss, but that's beside the point. Both prideful, so prideful. Like cats, predatory cats, so carefully circle their prey, but not sure if the prey is poisonous yet. Both are in the same boat, feeling the same way.

You sigh, „Veritas, I'm-„, you exhale „frustrated, but… prideful. Like you.“ His gaze was still on you when you spoke, his eyebrows raising at your words. Both struggle to get any words out regarding the matter, yet the electricity between you two is too strong, too powerful. You feel a pull towards him, and you look away.

Veritas stares at you for another few moments, before looking down to clear his mind.

„You're awfully quiet“ You complain and move away a few steps.

At this point, he also struggles to contain it anymore. His chest filled with a strange feeling of some sort of anxiety at wanting to say something yet holding himself behind. Even as you walk away from him, he calls your name, making you turn around. „Wait-„ He looks almost vulnerable, yet it could be the experiment's artificial sun making you imagine things. You make a few steps closer, raising your chin, „Yes?“

„I wish to ask you something“ He speaks softly.

„Ask.“ You look at him, a strong wind blows and you both move closer to the wall of the building, the entrance to the rooftop area, now a step or two apart.

Standing closer you can almost feel the heat of his body, it makes you tremble for a second – or is it just your imagination playing with you? He leans closer, and you also feel the desire to lean in close to him as well. He is about to say something when rain starts falling heavily and you both move under the entrance's rooftop, your bodies close to each other. So close, so close… your face a breath away. He exhales shakingly. You make an observation, a wrong one, „Why are you nervous?“

He chuckles a little bit, „Quite the opposite actually. Just finding the words for the question.“

You deadpan, „Ask then.“

The wind blows stronger moving the direction of the rain falling and you two move even closer together. The proximity makes your mind hazy, struggling to find words. Upon moving closer and the sudden temperature drop you feel the heat between your bodies, the strong wind now blowing the rain right over you. The feeling of electricity makes you both lean in closer while your hair and clothes get damp from the rain. The rain cooling you down, your breaths mingling and you curse under your breath.

Almost like you could read his mind you find the words for the very thing on his mind, „Why are we like this?“

“I… we’ve been like this ever since… well we’ve been like this for years. I feel so drawn to you…”

You tsk at his words and look away, your voice full of complaints, “I can’t get you off of my mind since the bet, your… cologne, and your- our kissing… Why the hell do you smell so good?” You furrow your brows.

He chuckles when he hears talk about the bet, making his cheeks blush a soft pink, and laughs a bit when you mention his scent.

You sigh, continuing your complaining, “And it doesn’t help that you’re so goddamn attractive and the fact that despite our hatred we know each other pretty damn well, so all this… tension…” Your words make the man chuckle warmly. He nods, agreeing that you are very familiar with one another, also feeling attracted to you. Veritas looks at you curiously.

Even after the intimate moment in the hallway yesterday you both still hesitate. You sigh, thinking of more things to complain about while he smirks at you and remains quiet.

He wonders, maybe it was more than a bet, maybe an excuse to actually get close to him, he will ask you more about it in the future. You both hesitate now, staying quiet with something just on the tip of your tongue.

You narrow your eyes, “You’re surprisingly quiet for a man who always had something to say about me.” To which he chuckles, very much aware of how right you are. He always had something to pick on about you. But now, he can’t help but smile at you silently. You curse at him softly, “Cat got your tongue?” He laughs even more, the proximity making him speechless, he looks down shaking his head slightly in amusement while you shake your head and look behind him. The tension fills up, cold rain hitting you, the desire to kiss rising. You both turn to face each other and your lips brush accidentally, just barely. You can feel your own heart beating faster when you slow your movements, almost like freezing upon the soft brush. It all feels overwhelming as you both fight the desire to kiss. You sigh and look down.

While you’re focused on resisting your urges, he moves closer. The two of you are breathing heavily, you can feel his breath against your lips, the heat of his body. You observe the way he drifts closer, but his hands remain at his sides. So proud, so hesitant.

You look at each other, the final drop about the overflow everything, you want to reach out, and his hands are formed in fists to hold back his wish to touch you.

You curse and meet his gaze, “I can’t- I… I am not a patient person, Veritas” You say sternly before meeting his lips. This time it feels as if the tension of years that passed is getting released. You both press up against each other, the heat rising. The kiss feels like it will be a longer one, your hunger to kiss him only growing while the rain pours down your back. Your hands move up his chest, over his soaked shirt, feeling the muscles of his torso, one hand moving to his damp hair pulling him closer even.

He turns pushing you gently against the wall, pressing his body into yours almost offering protection from the rain and the wind, unhelpful, you both keep getting watered down like dried plants. Not that you two would notice it that much at this point. The rain is pouring down on you, washing away your worries. You breathe in, his scent swimming around the air, making your mind foggy, both desiring to be even closer to each other. His hand stays a moment on your hips before moving to your back, pushing you into him, the proximity between you two nonexistent.

You pull away, creating a tiny distance between your lips, mumbling, “Sorry”.

He shakes his head softly, but his eyes are on your lips, they’re wet from the rain, like his. He breathes heavily, attempting to catch his breath. You look at each other, the loud rain falling the only sound.

Feeling like your actions spoke louder than words you don’t say anything more than that. He notices, chuckles, and speaks, “I know our… history. I may have never admitted myself but I always found you so… insanely clever, strategic… hot- and all of our good and bad conversations, moments when we behaved as friends- and moments when we were behaving as enemies… I- I was just too stubborn to acknowledge it- that, there might be something below the surface.”

And he was right, you two from yesterday played this back and forth, of talking and making out to prove points, and stating your confused feelings and thoughts, yet still held back. It is difficult, the fear that he might turn around and smirk, mock you for believing his actions, saying it was an experiment or something. It is very obvious that he is experiencing the same fear. Your walls are up high, and so are his. The never-ending pride, arrogance, strategy- move planning, what is the other person thinking… Is this another of his tricks… are you playing a trick on him? Too many years of lending a helping hand, or giving a snarky comment as a bully would. Of course, you would both be on edge, on the edge of control to not jump each other's bones, on the edge of misbelief, on the edge of calling him a liar. Because would you even dare imagine such a thing? You and him… him and you… It sounds good, feels right and feels wrong, feels strange, and feels like it was always meant to be- yet it doesn’t. So you both stand tall, defensive, and wishing for the other's attention. Hoping to recognize the truth and escape the lies.

He whispers, “This rivalry seems like it was an excuse to stay close, which at this moment-“, he smirks, leaning closer, “I don’t mind at all, wouldn’t you agree?”

You shake your head, whispering back, “I don’t know anything anymore”

It is painfully attractive the way he leans above you, his nose next to yours droplets of water dripping down it and falling to your lips. It feels intimate, that one droplet… you lick it off of your lips, and his eyes are glued to the action, inhaling slowly. He gathers himself and whispers, “May I propose a goal? A tool of discovery? A new goal, to sway off of rivalry, a goal of keeping ourselves united and closer than ever, and of helping each other become the best we can be and be the best we want to be for each other?”

You smirk, easily reading between the lines, “Are you asking me to date you?”

Veritas chuckles under his breath, every word spoken softly, no need for any loud or even normal volume, “Yes… yes, I am… it may be ridiculous, but I just… can’t deny the strength of…”, he makes a small break, finding himself at a loss of proper words, “us.” He looks up, “Imagine it… how brilliant we are together. Yes, I could ramble on about a ‘power couple’ of sorts and intellect and how smart we are, but I just want you. I don’t care about that, I love your genius, and the way you work and behave- it is extremely attractive I might add.” He smiles, and continues, “In this moment, I just want you, I want to keep you close, stay close to you, I want to see us and where we would go, would we work…”

You fidget with his fingers, thinking it all over, the cold water cooling you down and the passionate kiss you had moments ago moving away from your mind. Going out, to get to know each other isn’t a bad idea… but you know so much, years of him, years of Doctor Veritas Ratio and his habits. If anything you already know his flaws, as well as his virtues. This leaves only one option you’d do, “I may find myself agreeing to a new goal, Veritas Ratio.” He smiles at your words, but you still feel uneasy- like this is a dream you will wake up from and you are again being snarky to each other, the thoughts don’t help so you say more to yourself than to him as he says, “Thank you-“, interrupting him, “Oh, hush now” and crashing your lips on his again, to drown the thoughts.

This time the kiss feels slower in a way, deeper, passionate. He cups your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. It is almost sensual, the desire still clings onto you two, below the surface, an eternal dance between attraction and emotions, fast making out and slow meaningful touches.

You dare to take your hand in his, he swiftly gives you a small squeeze, and slowly separates your lips, with your bodies still pressed against each other.

Looking at him it feels strange to think he is taken, moreover that he is taken by you. He is yours… well, and you are his. He leans in kissing you softly once more, and you feel both of your desires rising again- “Veritas”, you mumble against his lips. He clings onto you even more, truly lacking the mentioned self-control in moments like these, you catch your breath, separating from the kiss, completely soaked with rain now. “Just because we are at the top of the food chain doesn’t mean we should abuse our power and take too long breaks.” You say in a normal voice, it is very much so unlike either of you to behave such a way, and he probably got carried away.

He laughs softly, nodding to your words. Pulling slightly away to give you some space, the wet clothes making you stick together makes both of you laugh, and he gently tugs his shirt away.

A couple of moments of silence pass, his hand caressing your cheek, gazing into your eyes, not trying to read you like he usually is, it looks like he is almost… adoring you.

Soon enough you two return to work. When asked about why you’re soaking wet- you call out the weather experimenting on the roof, to which people nod in understanding or the reckless ones dare laugh.

Later that day, again you two are the last to leave, and you walk, again, just like the night before. The night is quiet, there’s a cool draft when you exit the building, you both walk in silence, there are not a lot of words to say, and there are too many. At least you’re now together, each other’s. Your hands bump into one another.

You sigh, not wanting yesterday’s walk to repeat, and take his hand in yours, making him smile. It may all be complicated and confusing, but this feels right. You will take it slowly, this… everything. His thumb caresses your knuckles and you two walk with more ease, bumping less into each other.

When you reach your home you both stop, “Good night, Veritas” You say softly, releasing his hand, your mind does wonder how his body would feel warming up yours, would he hold you tight, would he snore… You chuckle at your thoughts. Similarly, to you, he wonders how it would feel to have his arms wrapped around you tightly, your bodies pressed against each other the entire night. You keep staring at each other- “You won’t say good night back?” You tilt your head, teasing, knowing he is thinking about something.

He laughs gingerly, raising an eyebrow and shrugging, “I wasn’t quite sure if you finished saying your goodbye yet, since you were… hmm… staring at me” He smiles brightly, happy with how he phrased it. “But yes, good night. It was nice walking with you. I shall see you tomorrow.” He reaches for your hand and places a soft kiss on the back of it while making eye contact, you step closer and kiss his cheek, whispering, “Sweet dreams, Veritas”.

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shady-lemur · 10 months

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ooooh dom!abby x reader with a demanding work life (maybe a trade of some sort) who wants to come home and be taken care of instead of taking care of everyone else (smut obvi but maybe some angst/drama perhaps 🫣)

oh my god can we get married pls. i love u. i hope you like this, i kinda rushed it at the end and smut isn’t my strong suit but i had to do this prompt!

content warning : smut, a little bit of angst, fighting, two cuties!!

minors do not interact!!

you were fucking exhausted. working on cars for 8 hours straight with no lunch because your coworker can’t do his job made you ready to cuddle up with your wife and put in a movie!! you were finally home! ready to relax and let off some steam.

you unlock the door to your apartment and sigh at the cool air-conditioned air. “abs? you home?”

you hear an answer and smile, walking into your shared room to find her studying for her upcoming exam. what a hard working medical student!! “hi angel. how was work?” she smiles and pushes her chair out enough for you to give her a kiss.

“fucking terrible. i just need a shower and eat, maybe we can cook that steak together tonight.”

abby looks back down at her notebook and gives you an apologetic smile. “sorry baby.. i really have to get this done, i ran out of time earlier to-”

you scoff slightly and dropped your bag on your bed before cutting her sentence off. “abby. i thought you were gonna get that done this morning so we could have a night together.”

she sighs and puts her pen down. “every night is a night together.. ”

“are you fucking kidding? abby i’ve been looking forward to tonight all week. it’s literally the only thing that was keeping me sane.” you’re starting to tear up. all the stress and frustration from work bubbling over. when abby notices she gets up and goes to comfort you but you push her away.

“whatever abigail. i don’t even care. i don’t know why i’m fucking crying. i’ll just get some takeout of some shit.”

abby furrows her eyebrows and laughs. “abigail? it’s that serious to you? you’re not the only one who hasn’t caught a fucking break. working and going to school full time is hard!! not that you’d know.” you’re scowl falls at you sit in shock for a second before grabbing your bag again and storming out of the room. “i’m going to my sister’s house. maybe you should think about who pays your fucking rent to make your life 5x easier before calling me.”

abby tries to say something else but you’re out of the apartment before she can get anything out.

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the next couple days were tense. you had come back from your sister’s house but you barely talked to your fiancé. just making small talk and giving each other pecks on the cheek before leaving for work or getting home from class. abby was afraid to say anything because sometimes she talks before she thinks. you didn’t say anything because you were embarrassed that you let so much emotion from your job pour into your relationship.

tonight you worked an hour of overtime and you were sore and tired and stressed out. all you needed was some tlc!! but of course this is the week that you and abby were silently fighting….

you unlock the door and drop your bag and take off your shoes before making a b-line for the shower. but something stops you. the sight of a set table with two plates. steak, potatoes, and some greens. with a bottle of wine and fresh flowers in the middle of the table. you feel the tears already coming… jesus christ. then you hear a quiet “shit!” from the kitchen.

“abby?” you ask before seeing abby in a cute apron holding her finger while looking down at a pie tin. you laugh slightly and walk over to her. “what happened?”

she frowns, “i burnt my finger.. i also think i made the filling wrong. i tried to follow your recipe but..”

you smile at her and pull her in for a kiss. she lets out a surprised moan but immediately kisses you back, taking off her silly oven mitt so she can bring your body closer to her. you pull away and laugh. she brushes your hair out of your face and smiles. “i’m sorry angel. i said some really stupid shit and i didn’t mean it. i was just ashamed for putting off studying and i got defensive.”

you nod and smile at her, eyes still tearing up. “i’m sorry too. i should’ve heard you out more at first before getting upset. work has been beating my ass lately and i think i’m just needing some extra support right now.”

abby nods and kisses you again before leading you to the table. “well how about we start with some dinner? then you can take a nice shower and we can do whatever you want for the rest of the night.” you sniff and nod, giving her one more kiss before sitting down!

“this smells delicious oh my god.”

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“the waters warm now angel. you’re so beautiful.” she watches as you strip out of your work clothes and you giggle at her blatant staring. “are you not coming in with me?”

abby perks up like a fucking puppy when you say that and starts to take off her clothes as you get in the shower. she’s in not even three seconds after you. you laugh as she pulls you closer. “can’t believe i was so stupid.. you’re so perfect.”

you shake your head and turn to look at her, “shut up!! you’re the smartest person i’ve ever met. gonna be the best doctor.” abby shushes you and smiles, “this is no time to flatter me. this is your night.”

abby starts to kiss your jaw as she slinks her arms around your waist. the hot water coming down to you making you even more comfortable in her arms. “abs-“

she smiles and nips at your neck before pulling away, “is this what you want? we can just shower instead-“

you cut her off with a passionate kiss, “please abby. don’t wanna stop.”

she smirks at you and goes back in for a kiss, pining you against the shower wall while you whine into her mouth. she bites your bottom lip and smiles into the kiss when you yelp in surprise. her tongue explores your mouth while her knee slots between your legs.

you take hold of her hair when her thigh makes contact with where you need her most. “please-“

your hips buck, making your clit drag across her skin beautifully. you whine and wrap your arms around her neck as she moves down to suck on your neck. her hands move down to guide your hips against her bare thigh. groaning at the sounds coming from your mouth. abby wishes she could record them and make them her ringtone, mostly to remind everyone around her that she has the most amazing girl in the world.

“abby.. need you so bad.” your breath hitches as she bites a particularly sensitive area next to your ear. she smiles and looks at your face. your eyes shut and your mouth slightly open as you focus on getting yourself off. abby gently forces you to look at her and smiles at you as she stops your movements.

“what do you want baby?”

your face heats up as you pout at her. “abby.. do i have to say it?”

she laughs and nods, “cmon angel, you can do it. it’s your night.”

“i… want your tongue” you whisper. usually that wouldn’t satisfy abby but you needed her so badly!! how could she wait any longer? she lowers herself onto her knees and rubs your hips gently as she kisses the skin of your stomach and thighs. “beautiful girl. my beautiful beautiful girl.”

you cover your face in embarrassment but abby gives you a light smack on the thigh. “eyes on me baby. there’s no need to be embarrassed.”

you open your eyes and nod, just trying to get her to touch you asap!!

abby lets out the prettiest moan when she connect with your cunt, giving your clit kitten licks before sucking on it. you let out a shaky breath and bring your hand to her hair, trying to stabilize yourself. “fuck, abby..”

you feel her fingers sneak up to your cunt while she draws shapes around your clit with her tongue, sometimes flattening it against your pussy just to hear your surprised moan. you have to stop yourself from screaming when her fingers plunge into your pussy.

“fuck baby. calm down.” abby lets out a shaky breath, your cunt is squeezing her fingers so good! she’s so wet :(

you shake your head as you watch her. “abby- ‘m gonna cum..”

she smiles at your slick and meets your eyes. “go ahead baby.”

the knot in your stomach tightens at her words before it breaks. she keeps fucks you through it until you’re finally calmed down. your chest is rising and falling rapidly with your breaths.

abby puts a stop to her movements and smiles at you. she kisses your thigh before giving your cunt one last kiss and rising from her knees. “open your mouth angel.” you do as she says and she sticks her two fingers in, watching as you suck your own cum off them. “such a dirty girl.” she teases you as you whine. you’re getting wet all over again!!

she lets her fingers free with a ‘pop!’ and gives you a kiss before running her hands up and down your sides, stopping at your ass.

“what should we do now? you ready for a movie?”

you shake your head and smile at her, “i’m ready for your strap.”

abby laughs and stops the water in the shower. “that’s my fucking girl.”

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that night was amazing. not only was it the best dick you’ve ever had but it was also a turning point in your relationship!! abby never missed a date night ever again and you started being more open with your emotions and needs, leading to wayyy more ‘i’m sorry you had a bad day’ sex.

#tlou part 2 #tlou fic #tlou smut #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby anderson smut #abby x fem!reader

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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 21]

I've already said how weird this whole situation is from Joris's pov, but imagine dying, being given a new body with a way smaller brain and no speech yet, as well as no object permanence, and having to comprehend while in this condition, that your brother, who spent the last 50–80 years trying to hunt you down and make you into a coat, just saved your son from being blown up, and is now dying.

But you lack the brain capacity to understand any of that. Or remember any of that history.

You just know that he's hurt, badly, and that you don't like seeing him in pain.

Joris knows now, that for an ecaflip demigod, it's not that big of a deal to die. At least not the first time.

So it's really more of a "You sacrificed yourself for me?" question.

He's paying back his debt. He can't be mean to Joris, when all he's done is be nice to him, he's not that kind of person.

And when he wakes up again, things will be different, between him and Kerubim. Something new is going to happen.

To quote Dofus Aux Tresors de Kerubim: It will have a different taste. A different feel.

Kerubim's current lack of object permanence or the idea of death, is both a blessing and a curse, because he has no fucking idea what happened, or where Atcham went. Poor kbitty.

On one hand, this is inherently traumatic for Joris. He must be tired of watching ecaflip demigods evaporate.

On the other hand, I can't help but feel that this is the moment Joris and Atcham truly begin to love one another. So I can't even feel sad about this moment, like a normal person.

Chat, this is what I cal coping and perhaps even seething. Joris is inclined to think Bakara is wrong because Bakara fucked up Majorly at this part of the movie. Also because Joris has not slept the entire night. Also because he watched 2 people die. Also Simone is far away. Also what IS Simone to do with a dofus-related issue?

Julith would absolutely have hurt Lilotte. There is absolutely not a single doubt in my mind, that if it got her what she wanted, she would dismember Lilotte as Joris watched.

I don't blame him for making mistakes and fumbling, though. He's like 10.

If she really isn't that bad... If ALL she wants to do, is to bring Jahash back... If that's what it takes for her to leave Lilotte and Kerubim alone...

And among all else, if this brings the man she loves back? He doesn't mind, then.

(Puts on a giant, Dofus Aux Tresors de Kerubim themed tinfoil hat)

Joris is a difficult character to read due to his insane multitudes and affinity for lying to everyone and himself.

Due to his passion for wanting to learn about his birth parents, I think spending time with Julith and Jahash is like a dream to him.

But I can't miss the dimension in this interaction that Julith is a scary dark mage called "the butcher", who already killed his father once and then kidnapped his friend, and they are both standing near her, behind him, and she is holding what is essentially the magical equivalent of a nuclear bomb in her hands.

And the things he says to her may or may not be affected by like, idk, two or three of these factors? Like there might be a slight possibility that he said "I'm sure she wouldn't have hurt you" and "a real family" specifically to decrease the chances of her killing Kerubim and Lilotte. Not sure where I get this idea from, though.

This is literally the worst day in Kerubim's life as a father. There is literally no going back. Thank god his little kittybrain is going to forget all about this in roughly 3 minutes.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #joris jurgen

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hiii dolls <33 i think it’s my first actual draft that made it as a post in a long time so enjoy!! self-insert, gn friendly!

Scaramouche x Reader || One Bed Trope

"I'm fucking sick of this. No you listen to me, do you know who I am?'' he throws his fists against the wood. What a rowdy guy, if he keeps this up I might be the one who'll get fucking sick of this fiasco.

"I'm sorry sir, most of our rooms are unfortunately taken and our staff is overworked due to this blizzard. Could you be a little patient until we check to see what we could offer you and your colleagues?" the woman at the front desk appeared to be distressed, managing a phone at her ear with her shoulder, trying to write some notes down at the same time. Scaramouche is not having it. If it were any other day perhaps I wouldn't be this easily irritated, but unfortunately my cheeks are scarred by the cold wispy wind, I can't feel any of my fingers due to frostbite, I haven't eaten anything, tired as hell and most importantly in a need of a shower. He's not helping my condition in the slightest, not that he ever did. Not that I would want him to, but that doesn't mean that I want him to worsen it.

"..Do you even know who you're talking to? I don't care how you manage your goddamn hotel, you must have 4 rooms for Tsaritsa's Harbingers. What kind of pathetic unorganized team do you even have here that a snow storm is all it takes for this whole place to-" (Y/N) puts their hand on his shoulder, making him stop mid sentence. "I'm sorry for my partner here he's just tired, please do what you must." I pulled him back and talked with the polite lady in front of me. Unfortunately, Scaramouche did not appreciate that. I could feel him fuming behind my back, his eyes could cut if i were to turn and look at him. Fortunately I don't, trying to contain an upcoming chuckle at how ridiculous he looks right now. Insufferable fucker.

"Now now comrade-" Tartaglia tries to put his palm on his hat and almost instantly having it waved off by him. "that's no way of treating a woman! Did nobody teach you that as a kid?" he gleefully laughed, as he usually does in his off work moments. What a guy...will anyone ever understand him? He goes from idiotic happy go lucky guy to a minimal quiet death sword in such a short amount of time. Matter of fact, we're coming down from a mission where he mercilessly tortured five millelith guards for intel on the latest operations managed by the Liyue Qixing. Who knows what goes on through his head while he chooses what to say or do. He might be smarter than anyone in our team if he's acting this way deliberately. Maybe he learned this is the safest way to operate within the Harbingers. Fake.

"You're being childish again Balladeer.." Arlecchino side eyed him, tired of his shit as usual rightfully so. Her elegant form always stuns me. She, like Childe. hides her true thoughts so well that all you can see is a put together act constantly. "Yeah? Let me be childish then, at least i'll have somewhere to sleep tonight, you can stay in the lobby for all I care." Scaramouche turns, ready to get into yet another argument. "Will you stop? We're all tired and your attitude is only agitating us further-" I turn to face him, ready to snap when the lady so kindly cuts me off this time.

"We have 3 rooms available for you, please make your way to room 47, 48 and 51 on the 2nd floor" I heard that and I almost ran to the elevator without another word, without actually letting the information settle in and comprehending it. Everyone turned to look at each other. "Lady I don't know if you're blind or those badly cut bangs are in your eyes but as you can clearly see there's 4 of us." Scaramouche storms to the front desk once again. The young woman looks at him with a sour face, done with his shenanigans. "That's all we can manage at this time, what else would you want from me?" He snarls at her. "Well if you found 3 then you can find another one you-"

"ENOUGH." I pulled him by his sleeve. "Thank you ma'am. We'll manage, have a good one!" I took the keys from the counter and dragged Scaramouche all the way to the elevator, the rest tagging along.

".....Can we do rock paper scissors for each room?"...Childe. "No." I'm glad we all agreed at least on that.

"..." The elevator reaches the 2nd floor. We get out, look at each other and unbeknownst to the rest of us, Arlecchino walks away towards room 48 with a key in her hand. "See you all tomorrow." I look baffled in my hand to notice a 3rd pair of keys missing! When did she even..

"....Can we do rock paper scissors now ?" "..No" I'm glad he agreed. "There's no need for that, I think you and Scaramouche should team up for tonight" I said, crossing my arms against my chest. "What?! Why would you throw me under the bus with him ?" Scara snapped at me, offended at the idea of spending the night with his friendly comrade.

"Hey now you're breaking my heart haha...what does that mean haha.." Scaramouche turns to him, "You snore, you stink, you're taking all the bed to yourself, never flush the toilet, eat all my food, get ridiculously drunk before you go to bed, uncomfortably touchy in your sleep-" "OKAY comrade. We get the point now." Tartaglia reaches out and takes a key out of my hold, winking at us."Ohhh I get how it is, okaay alright then haha~ I'll let you two have your moment for tonight" He smiles and walks away mumbling "..I'm not even that loud when I snore.."

"..." The only thing we can hear is the wind whistling forcefully through the windows along with Childe's rapid pace towards room 47. My hand is still around his sleeve, I could've let go a long time ago but I didn't. I figured it would be uncomfortable letting go now so the only rational thing to do is to go along with it. And so I drag him to...our room, for tonight.

"What are you doing? Are you really just letting him get away with it? Aren't you gonna put up a fight for the room?"

"Well, why aren't you? I'm fine with it, I don't care that much. I just want to eat, shower and go to sleep." His eyes widened for a bit and next thing that I knew, he pulls his hand back. "I never said I want to bunk up with you." "...You're right, you didn't. And to that I say, you sadly don't have a choice...so you either bunk up with me or you can go sleep in the lobby next to your dear front desk lady." He's frowning at me now, distaste all over his face. With that being said, he takes the keys from my hand and starts walking towards room 51, leaving me behind. I rush to his side trying to keep up in fear he would lock me out, which would be completely in his character. I definitely wouldn't call us friends, we bicker more than we bond. Not that I wouldn't want to bond with him, he's simply unapproachable, and I genuinely think that's how he wants to be. He's doing it on purpose. It's not like I never tried to get him, but you can't crack open someone who doesn't want to be cracked and vulnerable. Reason why I sit back and watch him be an angry insufferable jerk.

Sometimes I wonder what goes through his mind as well, what made him act like this, respond to life this way. I wouldn't mind if he let me in for once, if he let me listen. I wonder when was the last time someone listened to him, when was the last time he felt heard.

"Why would I want to sleep next to a bitch with a bad bob" I laughed at his comment, "You're ruthless. Poor girl...you went all in on her bangs too you criminal." He snarled, "She should've had that coming, how do you leave your house with your bangs looking like that" opening the door for us, we entered and I immediately felt my shoulders relax, letting the comforting aroma of clean laundry fill me in. Without any words I plop down onto our bed. "Get down loser, you're stinking my bed." I chuckle, "That's the point jerk, so you'd sleep on the floor." moving my hands up and down taking as much space as possible, smiling. It feels kind of...peaceful. These back and forths with him, they feel so natural. "I'll go ahead and bring our stuff in here, do you want something to eat?" I rise up on an instant, my stomach making an unpleasant sound. Would he bring me something? He cares enough to ask? "Actually I'm really really hungry right no-" the door closes. Did he just?...no. No, he's evil but not this vile. I take back everything I just said about feeling peaceful. With a huff I get out of bed and rush to the bathroom, there's no reason to waste any more time so I'll just take a shower.

With that being said, I undress and fix the water just right letting it run down my body after such a long tiresome day. It's always nice how hotels give you everything you may need for a bath, except for clothes. I realized as I'm now out of the shower that I don't have anything clean to wear. Just in cue, I hear the front door opening and closing once more. "(Y/N)? Are you in the bathroom?" No...Oh Archons not like this.. "Yeah...Did you bring my stuff as well?" He laughs, "Your stuff? Why would I bring YOUR luggage." He's got to be kidding me. I roll up a towel around my form and furiously get out of the bathroom. There he stands, laughing in my face with both of our luggage and what looks like some take out? Standing in the middle of the room looking dumbfounded, I ask him "You also bought...food?" He looks at me like I said something stupid, "Well yeah, I'm hungry." That's when it clicked. Yeah right he is...a puppet with no need of food, being hungry. I smiled at him softly without another word and looked through my stuff to get dressed. "I finished showering, the bathroom is all yours if you need it." Scaramouche was confused but let it go this time "Will go shower too then" And so he did.

While he was busy showering I prepped the whole room, unpacked everything including our meal. He quietly opens the door and for a moment just stays in the doorway looking at me puffing the pillows. What a silly girl he thinks. Putting in so much effort, he feels something fill in the void inside of him. It's...nice, warm, peaceful

"..Do you wanna go to sleep?" He looks at me, nodding. Looking at him now, he's acting strange. Almost sad but at peace, quiet, tranquil melancholy. Must've hit a nerve without wanting to. He looks in need of comfort but I feel hopeless, I brought him back something he hadn't thought in a long time...I triggered him. He gets in bed while I turn the lights off, suddenly it hits me. I realize it in that moment how intimate this feels. How raw, how vulnerable. I climb up in bed on his opposite side. The bed itself is not tiny but I guess due to the snowstorm outside we're laying pretty close to one another, our backs touching.

It's quiet, as tired as I was before proved to be useless now that I'm standing next to Scaramouche, so many unspoken words kept me wide awake. And then it happened. He broke the silence "I once convinced myself that humanity doesn't deserve kindness. I had a lot of trial and errors and every one of them proved that they're all doomed by their own selfish needs anyway. Humans don't deserve care. And still I find myself contradicting that in my mind." His voice is calm, relaxed and yet so sad. So simple yet it hides details that I may never learn. On impulse I turned around and hugged his back gently. He tensed up but just as quickly relaxed entirely in my arms. "It takes a lot of courage to try again, to trust again. To want to care, even if you know there's a chance it won't be fruitful. It means that at core, you want to give and help unconditionally. It means there's a lot of love within you Scara, including for humanity. That's powerful." For a second I feel him shaking in my arms and with that, I felt my heart breaking. He turned around facing me, "I feel like I want to care for you" I opened my arms, smiling at him "Then do so. Allow yourself to feel that way!" and so he does, he allows himself to be held. Not too long after, I feel him holding me instead, playing with my hair almost enchanted by my figure. His fingers are gentle, his palms are cold and yet I've never felt a warmer hold in my life. "You're not on your own anymore. I already care for you in ways you don't even know. You're being cared for." I feel his arms tightening around me. "..I won't ever forget this, do you know that? These exact same words may as well haunt me one day." I look up at him, "Or bless you. The risk for vulnerability is high, but the reward is always worth it. Don't cage yourself in fear Scara. Live." I felt his head fall on top of mine. He fell asleep while I was talking! This guy...and just like that, the big ruthless Balladeer fell asleep in my hair.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x you #reverse comfort #one bed trope #kinda enemies??

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laytontheories · 10 months

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In my previous post, I spoke about the brief blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment that gave Amelia Ruth more character development.

But in this post I'll discuss another character, one far less known or popular:

Frederick Bargland

(not to be confused with Frederick Beluga)

When it comes to characters from Eternal Diva, Frederick isn't exactly one that people remember fondly. He was shown to be rich and selfish and didn't care if other people got hurt, as long as he won the game.

But there are a few details that are often overlooked that add a lot more sympathy to his character.

Firstly, it is implied that Frederick has a terminal illness. It's never stated what it is, but he says that he only has six months to live. That's why he's willing to play the game for Eternal Life; he has nothing to lose if he fails the game.

Knowing this information changes the context of some of his scenes.

For example: The first time we see him he says that he was struggling to stay awake during Janice's performance. This could be due to him finding the show boring and wanting the game to start. Or it could possibly be because he is so unwell that he gets tired easy and struggles to stay awake. With only six months to live his body is probably very weak.

There are a few other hints to this as well, such as him being the most desperate to eat after the boat ride and he is often shown sitting whilst everyone else is standing.

(Whistler is sitting too but that's because he's depressed.)

When Frederick does lose the game, his reaction is completely different to those around him. While the others look scared about their fate, he just hangs his head in defeat. Even if Descole's men don't kill him, he knows he will die anyway. His last hope is gone.

His final appearance is during the credits, where he is seen in a hospital bed. It seems his condition has worsened. However, he seems happy. Perhaps he has accepted his fate and is enjoying what time he has left.

Annie is with him. They exchanged a few harsh words during the game, but it seems they are now friends. Annie even brought some of her books for him to read.

Is it just me, or does the illustration on the front of the books resemble the city of Ambrosia?

Perhaps Annie wrote a book about their adventure seeking Eternal Life and what they learned on the way. Frederick is reading it and can see that he will live forever, in the pages of Annie's book.

By the time Miracle Mask takes place, Frederick has almost certainly passed away. While he didn't gain Eternal Life, he was able to make a close friend and found out what it really means to live forever. So I think he got a good ending after all.

Also, he gave us one of the best reaction GIFs from the entire series.

#at this rate im going to analyse every character from Eternal Diva #watch me #ill do it #professor layton #eternal diva #Frederick Bargland

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descendinginto-madness · 5 months

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i'm making welt suffer again (and everyone else too)

aka i saw one (1) post and i have thoughts again

cw: mentions of blood, injury & death; as always spoilers for hi3 lore because it's such a yummy angst material for hsr welt

i literally just talk about the same things over and over again idk what you're doing here /lh protective welt or welt being a dad makes me so incredibly soft i can't do anything about it.

did i make myself cry with this?? next question

one day i'll post actual ff here i promise

imagine the crew getting caught up in a tough battle and no one is safe. everyone gets injured, it's just a matter of how serious their wounds are. so of course welt is hurt and bleeding as well, except he ignores it. obviously. especially after he sees that someone else's condition is much more serious.

maybe it's stelle, because she charged into battle so carelessly like she always does; maybe it's march, because she was too focused on keeping her shield on someone else and didn't notice an enemy sneaking up to her; maybe it's dan heng, he's similar to welt in that regard, because he'd do everything to protect his (found) family.

and welt rushes up to them. he immediately looks for something to stop the bleeding - maybe uses his own scarf. it's long, it'll be easy to wrap around the wounded body part, and of course it won't be as good as a properly put on bandage but it'll suffice for now. and maybe he comforts them; "it's okay, i'm here. it's going to be okay"; and he's all in all a calm man, but right now his voice is even softer than usual. now, even more than ever, he can't show them that he's afraid. especially when they notice the blood on him. "mr yang, you're--" "i'm alright. don't worry about it right now, okay?"

and maybe, for a moment, he thinks about the little boy that was left back home and realizes that there's not much difference in how he feels towards him and the person in his arms. they're his child as much as that little boy, and he's going to do everything to protect them.

but also, perhaps instead of someone from the trio it's himeko; she is a good fighter, she is strong, but the enemy was stronger this time. and welt rushes to patch her up too; and she's tired but jokes around a tiny bit, trying to make him smile, because she knows he's worried sick. and he tries to smile, he really does; but he's also trying to fight off the overwhelming sense of dread creeping up to him, the terrifying thought that he won't be able to save her, that she'll die - again.

he doesn't allow himself to even think of resting until everyone has made it back to safety. and even then, maybe he needs to be forced to sit down, and sit still, so that someone can take care of his own injuries. and he will fall asleep at some point, because he's just so exhausted, but after he wakes up, he will insist on staying with the one crew member that was so badly injured, even after being reassured they're going to make it.

#honkai star rail #hsr #welt yang #injury #rambles #hsr headcanons #headcanon #protective welt yang #it's all i need ngl #angst #himeko #i am normal about them #whump??#dim writing ☁️

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isfjmel-phleg · 3 months

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A few adaptations/retellings don't get the significance of the fact that Mary has grown up unloved and for whatever reason try to soften her relationship with her parents. But many of them do grasp just how neglected she's been and highlight it, especially in light of how prickly it has made her. These versions tend to understand the root of her issues relatively easily.

But an overwhelming number of recent adaptations/retellings do not do the same for Colin. It is extremely common for these versions to give him/his equivalent a warm relationship with his now-deceased mother/equivalent. In The Humming Room, Phillip "adored [his mother] and she adored him back," and he is in the depths of depression after losing her. Callie in The Misselthwaite Archives has fond memories of her late mother and footage of the family enjoying happy times in the glade, as well as a father who, even though he's gone frequently, regularly keeps in touch with her through affectionate postcards. When Mary meets Colin in the 2020 film, he talks about his relationship with his mother, how she "loved me hugely" (painfully awkward wording), and her letters back that up. Colin in The Secret Garden on 81st Garden mourns the apparently very recent death of a loving father and, despite his anger toward Mr. Craven, is still surrounded by adults who appear to genuinely care about his wellbeing. Although Clement in The Edge of In Between was an infant when his mother died, he apparently had such a close bond with her already that he lost all color (something that happens to those who succumb to grief in this book's world) after losing her. It's been a while since I've read A Bit of Earth, but if I recall correctly, Colin in that book also knew and loved his mother before her death and struggles more with living up to (perceived?) familial expectations than feeling rejected or unloved.

And I'm not saying that these creative choices were necessarily ineffective within the stories that these authors/creators chose to tell. But it does take the character in a fundamentally different direction. Not only does it eliminate one of the deliberate parallels in his and Mary's backgrounds, but it also alters the root of the character's problems.

There are a lot of messed-up reasons for why he is the way he is, but what it ultimately comes down to is this: Colin is unloved. He has never been loved. Like Mary, he exhibits the behavior he does because he has never learned how to connect with others. It's easy to miss this about him, easy to get so caught up in what a horrid little brat he genuinely is that it might not immediately occur to the reader how loveless his existence has been--every bit as loveless as Mary's. His mother died giving birth to him, his father rejects him because of this, and his caretakers are all "tired of him" and (in one case) have even said in front of him that it would be better for him and everyone else if he died.

No wonder he has such ambivalence toward living. Dickon tells Mary once that his mother believes that unwantedness is "th' worst thing on earth for a child," that "Them as is not wanted scarce ever thrives." And that is the root of Colin's problems, the reason his expectation out of life is to die. This is more of the point than any psychological condition that we might be able to pin on the character--those things are symptoms, not causes. This is why developing strong friendships is so important to his arc, why his getting hugged (possibly for the first time in his life) by Mrs. Sowerby and telling her that he wishes she were his mother is such a poignant moment, why his arc ends with being reunited with and accepted by his father.

(Weirdly enough, an adaptation that did seem to pick up on this was the 1986 musical, in which Colin is introduced with a solo entitled "No One Needs Me." A bit too on-the-nose and self-aware for him to be able to spell out like that, perhaps, but as a summation of the problem? Spot on.)

If, as recent adaptations and retellings interpret him, he is a child who has been loved and has lost that, his behavior as Burnett depicts comes from a different place and possibly makes less sense, his whole character changes, and the themes shift. He becomes someone who needs to work through traditional grief--which in the original book is his father's arc, not his--rather than someone who needs to learn that his existence has meaning and that he can matter to other people (and they to him).

And I think that's why a lot of these reinterpretations of the character feel a bit off to me? There tends to be so much concern for remolding him in light of themes of disability or mental health (which are significant to his character! but not all that there is) that the original point of his being as much an emotionally neglected and unloved child as Mary can get lost in translation.

#The Secret Garden

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seat-safety-switch · 1 year

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Back in high school, we’d go by the abandoned mini-putt out on the city limits and look up at the stars. They didn’t have security, or at least that security didn’t care enough to ever come out of their little Chevy Celebrity and chase us off the premises. There was just enough light from the highway that it was eerie, but presented no elevated risk of tripping hazards. We used to talk about how cool it will be soon when we get to go to space, to other worlds.

Now, it is a long, long time later. Some of the kids I used to go to that miniature-scaled golf course with have moved away. In fact, virtually all of them have. I stuck it out, mostly because I wasn’t convinced my car at the time was reliable enough to leave the city in search of better employment. And that loyalty to the city has allowed me to reap the benefits: worse road conditions, harder-to-find parking, and the occasional call from The Mayor Himself to deal with another one of his little crises. Oh yes, I went to high school with him too.

If you’re not involved in municipal politics – maybe you work for a higher office of government, or you’re in what we tauntingly refer to as “the private sector” while reading all your private texts to your spouse out loud and guffawing – then you might find it surprising how many scandals your average politician gets up to in one day. To explain it a little better, allow me to use the board game Monopoly as a metaphor. In this game, you buy up hotels and properties, and then you take money from the other players, when they roll the dice poorly enough to land on those properties. Politics is like that, except you already own all the hotels and properties, and rich people come and give you money to avoid being responsible for their crimes.

Sometimes, journalists get their noses a bit out of joint. Maybe their bosses aren’t happy that the Mayor ignored them at the country club. Perhaps one of the editorial writers is tired of being pilloried as a brainless right-wing hack and has decided to forward one of their covered-up stories to one of their colleagues who isn’t drunk at work at 9 A.M. No matter what incident precipitates it, eventually a scandal hits the media, and then it’s time for damage control.

Most political crimes can be covered up with some deft turn of phrase, a bit of email shredding, and then just not answering the phone for 24 hours, by which point it is hoped that some other politician will have fucked up, and everyone will forget about the things you did. For everything else, there’s a goon like myself, whose utter unemployability is actually an asset in such an underhanded scheme.

My job is to pretend to be an undercover source who is going to talk shit about The Mayor Himself, on the record. Then, I pick up those journalists in my car, and drive very recklessly while trying to give the interview. Eventually, they get too freaked out by my driving and general state of disrepair of my automobiles, and ask meekly to be let out on the side of the road, so they can walk home. It’s basically like threatening their lives, except not. Sort of a shame, really. If any of them could tough it out, we could be best friends, and then I bet they could get a job at City Hall like me.

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So, an opinion on the email sent by PB in response to the collected concerns/questions that were sent (which can be read in part 1 (here) and part 2 (here).

The 3 main points that I found hopeful and had a positive view on were:

Ability to obtain 500+ (emphasis on "+") Solomon Seals PER MONTH for f2p <- This one was a big concern that many, including myself, had as it felt extremely paywalled when trying to obtain a character many would want only to realize they can't even participate during the chance-up period because they have to pay. To be able to obtain 500+ Solomon Seals without charge (as mentioned in the twt) is equivalent to getting a free 10-pull. Based on PB's response, it looks like the Seals for f2p players would be obtainable from grinding + login gifts which I personally perceive as grinding directly for keys. Though there are complaints already from hearing "more grinding" or "just 500 Solomon Seals", I think it's better compared to having to spend currency just to obtain another currency when the currency for solely spending in the shop can be used solely for resources

Consideration of exchanging characters to obtain L-grade characters <- Whoever brought this up as a point of discussion was smart. Since many of us are pulling multiple characters of various S, A+, A, and B characters, it would be nice to be able to exchange them for L-grades not just for pancakes with their tea leaves

To be able to choose the character we want after reaching 220 limited-gacha/pity <- I don't think this needs to be explained why I or anyone else are happy about this.

I still feel bitter about the Nightmare pass as it seems like PB is not going to reconsider more wiggle-room or opportunities for f2p to gain the rewards offered including Christmas Gabriel. For myself, personally, if the company had not introduced the concept of the Nightmare pass as a Christmas event, I wouldn't be as bitter. But, for many gaming companies, Christmas events are treated as more carrot over the stick (i.e., more rewards being evenly distributed and accessible towards all f2p and p2w players). And that wasn't the case with the Nightmare pass at all. Not going to lie though, the response PB had sent hurt my heart when reading about the working conditions the employees are going through to provide content to the players through the game. Only 2 breaks per month for the employees? CS managing ALL of the emails AND social media? That's insane. Small companies are SMALL companies, meaning there are a small amount of employees. I can only imagine the sheer stress these people have to not only produce content and developing the game but also sifting through and responding and addressing all of the issues. In addition, they acknowledge the flaws that have led towards the negative impact of the game and apologized multiple times in the email. Mind everyone, the email, itself, was 8 pages long. I don't know about everyone else, but if that's not considered as showing sincerity and honesty than... I don't know what is at this point. I can't imagine them making things up and say it as a reply in an email when knowing the LU/DKDK had such a small number of players which would make sense to have 50 players be p2w players... The story and lore is engaging and the battles are fun though sometimes it can get a bit tiring when being forced to play just to grind for resources rather than playing for fun. That as well as the other bugs that still needs to be addressed. However, it's not to the point to garner such negativity where complaints should be sent with a mix of entitlement and bigotry. And not just towards PB but also towards players who are simply expressing their enjoyment of the game. But, let's all look forward to the content that will be dropping in January including Chapter 5 and perhaps even a new L-grade character feat. the king of Paradise Lost!

#what in hell is bad #whb #maple ramble

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nxtsnw · 2 years

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

a.n: for the @moonxma event!!♡

prompt: "shh i am braiding your hair" with Dazai Osamu Dazai. (fluff!!)

tw: mention of alcohol, implied depression dazai's espisode.

It was a Friday afternoon, on a late autumn day. The rain beat incessantly on the glass of your room, and your best friend, Osamu Dazai, had not answered your texts for hours. You two used to spend almost every Friday night together: sometimes watching movies, others walking during the night, and still, others simply staring at the ceiling alternating pleasant silences with fantastic conversations.

It was in those moments that you realized that perhaps the feeling you felt for him was no longer that of simple friendship. It was something more.

By the way, it happened that your best friend had episodes where he didn't want to see or hear anyone: enough to lock himself in his house and stop answering the phone. You understood and accepted this behavior of his, his health was the thing that mattered most to you ever.

But that evening, you noticed something odd, like a feeling that worried you. So, despite the fact that Dazai didn't answer the phone and despite the storm outside, you made the decision to head straight to his house.

You took in your backpack some of his favorite films, which moved on from heavy documentaries of true crime to comedy films or much lighter ones, and after taking your umbrella and coat you left the house.

The umbrella demonstrated, as you feared, useless. However, you arrived at your destination in about ten minutes.

You rang the intercom three times, and after a few minutes, the door opened and revealed the figure of Dazai.

He looked you up and down, waiting for an explanation from you.

But you were almost spellbound to observe the boy's condition. He wore long white sweatpants and a white shirt with some buttons unbuttoned he was very pale and two large dark circles furrowed his face. To complete the picture there were also his reddish eyes, his tired look, and messy hair.

You did not speak, but he invited you in having seen how wet you were.

He didn't ask you what brought you there, but at the same time,e he didn't want you to leave.

A stench of alcohol and junk food invaded your nostrils, and the visual spectacle was not the best. Everything was untidy, and data was just lying on the sofa looking at the white ceiling.

The temptation to tidy everything up was high, but right now what mattered most was Dazai.

" 'samu, how are you?" Those were your only words.

He replied by shrugging and closing his eyes. It seemed he hadn't slept long, and you guessed in the same way, from the amount of bags on the floor, that he hadn't had a decent meal in very long too.

"How about spending the evening together?"

This simple question of yours warmed his heart. On that day you were the only one who could stand it.

"Mhm," he replied, turning to you and smiling.

"Okay, good! Let me tidy up a bit and then we are ready. In the meantime, if you like, choose the movie."

So while he took the strength to go to the bathroom and settle down a bit, and then choose the movie, you would change in no time and start cleaning the house.

You knew he'd like it. His words, spoken one past afternoon, always echoed in your head.

"You know, you're the only one I endure during those episodes. Everyone else, especially myself, becomes a burden " were the words said lightly and lightheartedly by the boy.

After tidying up, you reached him on the sofa.

He had tied his hair and changed his clothes. Even the expression had changed: from dull and melancholy, a little light had brightened his eyes. You cheered up.

Place the healthy snacks, such as vegetables, and fruits on the table in front and then click to start the film.

Dazai slowly approached you. You felt his head on your shoulder, and then his hand brushing yours. His body was cold. So you hand him the blanket.

No words were needed. All the small gestures of that day were enough to warm the boy's heart.

Ten minutes had passed, and he was lying down, with you next to him.

Since you had been best friends for a lifetime, it frequently occurred to find you sleeping together. Never had there been an embarrassing situation. Your face, however, had changed to the hue of ripe strawberries at that very instant, and because Dazai was holding your bust, he was also able to feel your heartbeat quicken.

You couldn't pay attention to the film, you were too focused on trying not to misstep.

Then, after a while, you felt someone's hand brushing your hair. It startled you. However, you heard whispered words from Dazai before you could turn around.

"Shh, I'm braiding your hair beautiful" and your face turned an even brighter red.

As he braided your hair, his hands were deft and swift.

To make the moment endure as long as possible, you held your breath for a time.

You were a little heartbroken when you felt his hands stop and turned around to face him again.

He had fallen asleep.

He had a relaxed demeanor and a pleasing smile. You hadn't seen him in that way in a while.

Because Dazai had "unconsciously" held you close, you were unable to move.

He didn't want to spend that evening by himself. Or better, he wanted to be near you. However, you were not aware of these thoughts. You could feel the tension leave his muscles as he whispered something about how nice it was to be with you like this.

That evening, the clear sky was illuminated by the full moon. The storm was over. But neither of you two paid attention to the weather's change. One of you was dozing off as the other held you both.

What mattered was that you both felt something more than safe.

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Weave and Woods Chapter Seven: Copper for Your Thoughts

Gale/Named Tav | Slow Burn | Read on AO3 | Entire Work

Summary:

Auroria and her party go to trade at the Myconid Colony and get roped into a rescue mission that goes horribly wrong. A small illusion leads to an important conversation between the wizard and ranger (finally).

TW: injury/burnsA/N: Inspired by my gameplay. I did not do well in Act 1, and pretty much played on vibes only, making a lot of mistakes and missteps but at least I got some delicious angsty ideas

He should not be leading her on like this, no matter how much he wanted her. She deserved more than he could offer - someone who could be with her fully, not a disgraced and godsforsaken, volatile, shell of a man. Even entertaining the idea of falling for her in his condition was beyond the pale. Bitterness seeped into the back of his throat as he thought about what he had to look forward to - never ending hunger, pain, and an explosion at the end of it all. Cutting all personal ties to be away from everything when his time comes, for there was no one he was willing to sacrifice at the end of his folly. He ran a hand down his face and threw the book onto the other side of his bedroll, suddenly tired of contemplating the future. Even if they cured themselves of the parasites in their brains, there was no plan, no cure mentioned in all his research for the other parasite within his heart. In another life, perhaps, they would be able to act on their feelings - have a proper life together in Waterdeep, grow old together, and remain in each other’s company. Until then, he would revert to the proper gentleman, nothing but cordial as is befitting both her status as party leader and an archmage of his status. Or previous status, as it were. He nodded to himself, steeling his mind now that it was made up. Yes, that was the correct course of action. His mind drifted back to the tadpole, reaching for his book again before he heard all the hells breaking loose outside.

Gale was avoiding her.

Five nights. Five nights since their sparring match, and not a word.

Auroria stabbed at the sausage on her plate, the cook having long since disappeared back into the solitude of his tent without so much as an acknowledgement of her or anyone else’s presence. Just a pile of sausages on the table for their morning meal.

The longer she thought about it, the angrier she got. Did she not deserve at the very least a conversation? He was the one instigating everything that day. He flirted with her at the puzzle, he was the one who initiated holding hands, he was the one who -

“Copper for your thoughts, soldier?”

Auroria looked up and was met with one of her favorite faces. Karlach and her had become fast friends, mainly due to their similar outlooks on most things (positive) and their desire to help people along the journey they made (instead of pickpocketing them or scowling at them). She sighed, stabbing the sausage again.

“I’m fine.”

“Would hate to be the person you’re pretending that sausage is, darling,” crooned Astarion, an eyebrow raised as he looked from Auroria to Gale’s tent, always so perceptive.

“I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about,” Auroria said, trying to put on a disinterested air as she took a bite of the meat.

“Yeah, right! We all have noticed that the camp has gotten particularly chilly between you and a certain potentially explosive wizard. And that’s coming from me , who is so hot I can’t even touch anyone!” Karlach joked, trying to lighten the mood a little, getting a soft chuckle out of Wyll, who sat by her side.

Shadowheart and Lae’zel, putting a pause in their deep conversation, also nodded in agreement from across the warm embers of the previous night’s fire.

“Chk! I told you at the party that you would regret wasting your time with that wizard,” Lae’zel said, earning a nudge from Shadowheart’s elbow.

Okay, so Gale was avoiding her, and everyone in camp knew it.

Desperate to get the situation back under her control, knowing she couldn’t stop the gossip that was sure to happen as soon as she left the campfire area, Auroria hatched a plan.

“I just didn’t sleep well, that’s all. Anyway! I want to go into the colony today to trade some of the things we’ve been carrying around that have proven pretty useless to us so far. I’ve already got the goods separated out, so it should be an easy trip. Karlach, Wyll, Astarion - do you want to join me?”

“Absolutely! Get me out of this camp!” “I’d be delighted to accompany you.” “Ugh, if I must.”

Choosing this group in particular was strategic - Astarion had a keen eye for everything happening at camp, and a keen personality for irritating the hells out of Gale. The situation was already volatile enough, and she enjoyed his complaints about being on the road. As for Karlach and Wyll, the two had started to grow closer as their own journeys intertwined, and Auroria simply wanted to help cultivate a deeper friendship between the two and what better way to do that than a couple of hours spent walking in good company?

“Okay, great. Get ready and let’s meet back here in half an hour,” Auroria said, already in a better mood as she went to her tent to get the four packs she mentioned. Since they were only going to do some trading, Auroria decided to forgo the scale mail armor she had been favoring and instead chose the old thin leather vest and leggings she had been wearing when she was kidnapped - cleaned and mended and no worse for wear.

A flash of gold caught her eye. Oh, right, it’s been since before we got to the Underdark, she thought, eyeing a locket she had found on a corpse the other day. She could sense a small amount of magic within it, so she had put it aside to give to Gale. Even if she was annoyed, frustrated, and maybe a little heartbroken that he was avoiding her, she still promised him that she would help him with his orb situation. That had not changed, and she would not go back on her word. In truth, she knew the orb was exactly why he was pulling away, no matter how much she didn’t want him to - she just wanted him to at least talk to her about it. She scribbled a quick note, attached it to the chain, then hung the locket on his telescope as she walked past, counting on her light footsteps to go unnoticed by the tent’s inhabitant.

“Alright everyone, grab a pack and let’s go,” she smiled, glad to be away from the tension for a few hours.

Auroria loved the Myconid Colony. The inhabitants were so unique and she felt a kindred bond with them - they had such a respect for their environment that when Astarion looked at a rogue’s morsel a little too long, he almost started a fight before Auroria intervened, diffusing the situation. Their first stop was a dwarven trader named Derryth Bonecloak. While she didn’t want to trade for a lot of their goods, she took a few items off their hands in exchange for some useful potions and a camp supply pack. Auroria attempted to make conversation with her while they did their exchange.

“So your husband is missing? Do you need help finding him? Can you describe him?” She asked.

“Oh, not this again,” she heard Astarion mutter under his breath. She ignored him.

“He’s bald, blue tunic, dumb as a stick, name is Baelen. Help yourself if you want to find him, but don’t expect a reward from me if you do - he’s useless, getting himself lost after being sent on a routine errand looking for a noblestalk,” Derryth replied, her voice scornful.

“Well, we will keep an eye out and will let you know if we come across him,” Auroria replied with a soft smile before turning to her companions. “Come on, let’s go look for him.”

“Actively looking for this man who seems more like a louse doesn’t feel like ‘we’ll keep an eye out’ does it?” Astarion leaned in, speaking softly, immune to Karlach’s glares.

“If you were lost in a strange place, wouldn’t you want someone more capable to help you find your way, Fangs?” Karlach asked.

“Karlach is right, so that’s why we’re going to look for him, we’re heading out.” Auroria nodded to the group, turning on her heel, asking the nearest myconid where someone may potentially go looking for a noblestalk, explaining the situation with the Bonecloaks. Interestingly enough, they appeared to have an arrangement with the myconids that allowed them to forage freely. The creature pointed to the north, indicating some sort of field there that may prove fruitful in their search.

Auroria’s stomach dropped when they came to the area.

“Bibberbangs,” she said with a sneer. She had never experienced them firsthand, but remembered from her training in the High Forest Scouts that bibberbangs were dangerous - not only poisonous, but also explosive if you came too close and lingered too long. Of course, she spotted Baelen Bonecloak, cowering in a small clearing smack dab in the very middle of the grotto. How did he even get there? She wondered.

“You know, we can just say we didn’t spot him, no one would ever know,” Astarion said, crossing his arms. “Either way, I’m not going in there.”

Auroria looked at each of her party members, then back to Baelen. “Well that’s obviously not going to happen. You all stay here, I’ll go in and get him. It’s better if only one of us goes in there, these mushrooms are very volatile, and I’m trained for navigating places like this.” She turned and faced the grove of bibberbangs, her heartbeat increasing slightly. “Sure wish we had a scroll of misty step though,” she nervously laughed as she dropped her pack, the first time any of her party had seen a lack of confidence in her abilities show through her capable ranger persona.

Some agonizing minutes later, she found herself surrounded by bright green mushrooms. She didn’t want to breathe too heavily for fear of setting them off, but also couldn’t remain still for too long for the same reason. She crept forward, inch by inch.

“Please! My backpack! I left it over there!” The older dwarf had finally noticed her, yelling out with a feeble voice and a shaking hand, though whether it was from age or fear, she couldn’t tell. She nodded and looked to the right, in a particularly tangled area of bibberbangs and saw a small, faded blue backpack. She saw a thin, small path that could possibly, maybe lead to it, and then connected that to a more defined clear path that led to the dwarf. She exhaled. Ok, slow and careful, Ora. Gods, having someone to cast mage hand would be fantastic. Her mind drifted to Gale and how this would be so much easier if he were here, how they could discuss the bibberbangs afterward from both a practical and academic viewpoint. How he always seemed to help her clear her mind, how it felt when her hand was in his -

“Ora! Careful!” She heard Wyll yell, coming back to the material plane, just in time to see her hand brush up against a bibberbang.

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“Shadowheart! Lae’zel! A little help? ”

A faint yell disturbed the silence that had settled over the camp. Gale sat in his tent, mildly intrigued but also at an exceptionally interesting part of the meticulous notes he had procured from Blurg the evening before in the Ebonlake Grotto.

“Shadowheart! ” A little louder. Was that Wyll?

“Why would they need Shadowheart and Lae’zel’s help after a simple trading trip into the Myconid Colony?” he muttered to himself, sipping out of his wine glass as he flipped the page, half listening for commotion outside, but not yet ready to face her after the last time he was near her ended so painfully - both literally and figuratively. That was five evenings ago. He was avoiding her, and he would bet everyone else likely had picked up on it. Not that he would know, he’d also avoided most of the others as well. Luckily, there was always some chore to be done, some loot to sort, some pressing notes that must be written down in one of the books he was pouring over that would disguise his cowardice as well-focused diligence toward the success of the camp.

He sighed, rubbing his chest. The orb was still insatiable, each artefact unable to fully quell the gnawing hunger inside. He held up the newest addition to the many offerings Auroria had brought to his tent over the past weeks, almost since their journey began. Today there was a magical locket, similar to the first one she had given him so many weeks ago, hanging from his telescope with a small note. He kept a small box in his tent for the magical items procured by his ever attentive leader, filled near half-full with pendants, lockets, and rings imbued with the Weave to satisfy his orb’s constant cravings. It reminded him so much of Tara tirelessly searching for anything that would bring him even a modicum of relief. He counted himself lucky to have two friends in his life that would always be on the lookout for him, even if he was a doomed man.

Found this on a Duergar and I thought you could use it. Happy dining! - Ora P.S. I am now the proud caster of Ensnaring Strike. Can’t wait to show you.

A little further down the note, in smaller writing was another postscript, written as if it was not supposed to be noticed.

I miss our talks. I miss you.

He had read and reread the note at least twenty times since this morning, after Auroria set off with Wyll, Karlach, and Astarion to go do their trading at the Myconid Colony. The colony was one of the bright spots in the Underdark - not just for the vibrant colors and strange inhabitants, but perhaps most interestingly of all, the colony was home to a Mind Flayer completely free of the Elder Brain’s thrall. The entire party had gone into the colony to explore the previous day and once Gale had met Blurg and Omeluum, he was deep in conversation for almost an hour. Blurg had given him the book he was now currently reading when he had expressed an interest in researching whether his own arcane energy could help them reject their tadpoles prior to transformation, if it came to that. With his academic blinders on, Gale returned to his tent and had scarcely left since, his pursuits a convenient excuse for seclusion.

He glanced at the note again, his internal feelings as split as the message - pride and elation at her spell casting success, pain and frustration at the distance he had put between them. He was a man torn in half. He did not want to avoid her - quite the opposite in fact, but every time he found himself near her, all he could think about was kissing her, and his orb protested. Painfully. Conversely, she figured out the spell on her own, after all the failures and after his own less than elegant retreat the other evening, and he wanted to celebrate that with her. With a kiss, he thought, waiting for the orb to make him offer penance for that thought. The last night they were together, he felt… good. Happy, even. Almost carefree - the evening fading into the night as if no time had passed at all. It had been so long since he had felt the stirrings of happiness in his veins, since before the breakdown of his relations with Mystra. The satisfaction of teaching her, helping her work through her frustrations, the fun they had while sparring fulfilled him so much he felt he might combust on his own without the orb’s influence. His mind turned to the searching look on her face when they were inches apart, the feel of her body pressing against this, the way his name sounded coming from her lips, his hand grasped tightly to hers -

A faint glow, a wince. His ever present curse. His eyes drifted to the note again.

I miss our talks. I miss you.

He nodded to himself, steeling his mind now that it was made up. Yes, that was the correct course of action. His mind drifted back to the tadpole, reaching for his book again before he heard all the hells breaking loose outside.

“No, Ora! What happened?” Yelled Shadowheart as the four adventurers must have crested the hill. Gale perked up at Auroria’s name, listening intently now.

“Please, help her! Bibberbang explosion! We had one healing potion in our packs but it wasn’t enough. She passed out on the way back,” Wyll yelled, his voice shaky.

His body went cold. He knew all about bibberbangs from his studies - they should be treated carefully or destroyed at range at all costs.

Gale jumped to his feet, ignoring his body’s protestations, and ran out of his tent. He was greeted with the image of Karlach holding 4 packs, and Wyll and Astarion carrying Auroria, who was knocked out, her clothes singed, with angry burns down one side of her body. They laid her down on one of the spare bedrolls by the campfire while Shadowheart ran to the chest to pick out a particularly strong healing potion to use in conjunction with her spellwork.

“What happened? I thought you were just going to do some trading at the vendors in the colony? You all aren’t even wearing proper armor!” Gale yelled as he marched toward Wyll. His heart dropped into his stomach, his mind was unprepared to see Auroria like this.

“Hey! Cool it, Magic Man. The plan was to trade and come back, but you know how Ora is,” said Karlach. She stepped in front of him, trying to both deflect Gale’s anger and protect Wyll at the same time.

“And how is Auroria, exactly? Aside from being burned and unconscious?” He said, his tone turning icy.

Astarion stepped in, his arms crossed. “Oh, like you’re an expert? You’ve been ignoring her for the past…what has it been, five days now?” He glared at Gale. “We were supposed to visit the merchants and see how we could unburden our packs of this useless stuff we’ve been hauling around, but one of them gave dear Ora a sob story about her poor missing husband and you know our fearless leader never says no to helping someone she’s known for exactly one minute.” He lowered his gaze at Karlach, “And that one egged her on to help. Honestly, I’m surrounded by do-gooders and I need a drink. I’m clearly the only voice of reason around here.” He rubbed his temples, stalking off to his tent for a large cup of a strong scavenged vintage as Shadowheart set out the potions and kneeled at Auroria’s side.

Gale moved to the head of the bedroll, his own instincts guiding him to sit down and carefully place Auroria’s head in his lap. Shadowheart looked at him. She knew something was going on between them - they all did. It wasn’t hard to notice the stolen smiles, the secret hand holding between the two, but also could sense something had changed the past five days given Gale’s suddenly aloof demeanor towards Auroria. Hopefully this will be the catalyst to move them past whatever is going on between them. She hated seeing Auroria out of sorts.

“Hold her still. This won’t take too long, but it’s easier if she’s not moving. She’s really not in as bad of shape as she could have been, she got lucky,” she said. Gale nodded in agreement.

“What happened, Wyll?” He asked again, gentler, feeling his eyes getting misty. He didn’t like seeing Auroria - no, Ora, his Ora - in pain, unconscious, injured.

“She was distracted,” he leveled at Gale, his good eye bright and shining with unspilled tears. Wyll held Auroria’s unburned hand, his thumb tenderly rubbing over the back of it across her knuckles. Everyone loved her, that much was obvious. “And you know exactly why.”

Gale looked down at Ora’s face, a nasty red burn creeping up from her neck along the path of her scar. He watched as the burns receded with Shadowheart’s healing words. There would be no permanent physical damage from this event, though it wouldn’t matter to him if there was - she was and would always be the most beautiful person he had ever seen, both inside and out. How many times had she risked her life for a complete stranger? Their party was proof alone of her good heart. Looking at her, he realized his feelings were stronger than he had originally thought, but he couldn’t deny them, and would no longer try to deny them. She was everything good about this continent. He tucked the errant stand of hair she always seemed to miss on the right side of her twist behind her ear, his eyes growing watery at the thought of having wasted five days in childish seclusion when any of them could be taken away at any time. Yes, he knew the reason why she was distracted indeed, and he was determined to never be the reason again.

So much for his planned course of action.

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Auroria blinked, gasping softly as she opened her eyes, clutching her throbbing head. She looked up at the sky, surrounded by bright green trees, felt the ground covered in soft grass, and heard the faint sound of birdsong in her ears. The last thing she remembered was Wyll yelling and a bright flash of light while in the Underdark, so how did she get into a forest? And why was it early morning sunlight? Surely I wasn’t out for that long , she thought. Her brow furrowed as she looked around, sitting up slowly, groaning through sore muscles. Clive, Karlach’s prized stuffed bear, was placed next to her, so she was in camp. But how-?

“Oh! You’re awake,” a voice said softly, a reverent whisper from the other side of the tent.

Gale.

“Did you do this?” she asked, looking around in awe, her tent transformed into the woods she so dearly loved, an illusion replacing the highest point with the canopy.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “Ora I’m -”

“Why are you here? You’ve ignored me all this time, and now you’re here in my tent while I assume I was unconscious?”

“Yes, well, about that…Ora -”

“And you think a pretty illusion can make up for the fact you haven’t looked at or spoken to me in FIVE -”

She felt a hand on hers, silencing her immediately. She looked down at it, then at Gale, who was kneeling beside her bedroll, a soft smile on his face.

“Ora, please. Let me finish a sentence. I’ve been an ass. A colossal ass. I’m sorry. I don’t know how to navigate everything with the orb and whatever is happening between us. I know withdrawing, cloistering myself in my own tent was not the best course of action, but it…it’s what I do, Ora. I isolated myself in my tower for a year when I was cursed with this orb, when Mystra abandoned me. Retreating into myself is what I know how to do.” He handed her a cup of water, which she took, smelling something minty. “I crushed some peppermint in it. I thought it would feel refreshing and cool. I haven’t done extensive studying on herbs, and I know that’s your area of expertise, but last time you had a headache you had mentioned it having a soothing effect”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.” She took a drink and set the cup down beside her. “Listen, I understand why you pulled back, but I hated it. I hated how I felt like I did something wrong, when I didn’t. Every time you feel a little uncomfortable now, if we ever have a disagreement, will you hide yourself away and ignore everyone? How can I not be on edge that something I do will make this situation repeat itself? Will I always spend my time guessing around you? I know you have…limitations because of the orb, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were instigating everything and punishing me for it,” she said. “Punishing everyone.”

“No, you’re right, you’re absolutely right. I was taking out my own shortcomings, my own confusion on you.” He looked down at the floor, the visage of a shamed man. “I can only hope to use this as a learning experience and move forward in a way that is more befitting a wizard of my status, and a man of my age,” he nodded and looked up at her. “I am sorry, again, Ora. I understand if you’d like to keep your distance from me, though I certainly hope you won’t. When I saw you laying unmoving on the bedroll by the campfire earlier, I was so angry with myself. Angry I may have missed my chance, angry about all the time I wasted. Any one of us could be gone at any time. I know that better than most. I will not waste my remaining time again.” His voice trembling, he cleared his throat. “I should leave you to recover.” He started to stand up.

Auroria grabbed onto the sleeve of his camp shirt. “No. Stay with me.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” he smiled, sitting back down, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. He took her hand in his, relishing the feeling of her fingers intertwined with his own. He chuckled, “You know, it feels like the greatest prank in all the heavens that the orb allows me to hold your hand freely, but the minute I think of anything else…”

He looked at her lips, still moist from the water. As if on cue, the orb flashed faintly, sending another warning of pain through his veins.

“That is what happens. Holding your hand feels so natural. There’s never been any excitement involved -” he held up a finger as Auroria raised an eyebrow. “Wait, not that holding your hand isn’t exciting! It is! I just…it feels like I am always meant to hold it. I always am just drawn to the action, instinctually. I can just do it without thinking. Other… pursuits , ones that cause my heart to race and my brain to work in overdrive, seem to trigger the orb. I am working on understanding it, but can you be patient with both the situation and the wizard, Ora?” He asked, the normally confident man suddenly unsure.

Auroria smiled, squeezing his hand with hers, “I can be patient with the situation, the wizard, and the man.”

“You would likely have a more fulfilling time with someone else, like Wyll or Astar-” He felt a finger on his lips, his turn to be silenced.

“Do not dare finish that sentence, Gale of Waterdeep. You are the one I want to spend my time with. The only one I want to let in, to give my feelings. Please know that.” She stifled a yawn. “Now, explain to me what forest this is, I love it, and want to visit it…after everything.” She smiled as she laid back down with her hand still laced in his. Her headache was starting to subside but sleep was quickly creeping up on her

“No forest in particular, I just thought of you while creating it.”

“Hmm, my own personal woods. Well it’s beautiful,” she smiled, closing her eyes.

“It really is,” he responded, looking only at the ranger who was already fast asleep.

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lilacsareinbloomagain · 1 year

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ok so I saw your recent Lu post and what can I say except I'm a sucker for how you write sky, so would I be able to request reader taking him up on that date he offered? (and perhaps Yan! wars or time trying to sabotage it out of jealousy?)

I'm happy you liked it! Anyways, thank you for requesting :]

Notes: This took a while, I know. The year is restarting thus my time is running thin, I'm still working on asks on my free time.

I really want to use the nickname 'sugar' but the song from beemovie starts playing at the mere thought of it.

This is a part two of the Kabedon Challenge but it can be read by itself as well.

TWs: Yanderism.

LU! Sky, Warriors and Time x Reader

Mollis; soft, gentle, tender [...]

The team was supposed to leave the village to get back on the road right after breakfast.

That was, before a villager came running down the street, screaming.

“Monsters! There are monsters outside my house!”

Obviously, the men who you were traveling alongside with went to check what all the ruckus was about.

Most of them did at least, Wild just calmly finished eating breakfast with you before going over to where they had run off to.

Turns out the villager lived just little ways away from the village, not only being in danger himself but also endangering the village. He was a farmer, there was a monster camp right outside his farm, and it somehow hadn’t been aggravated until now.

Beating the monsters wasn't hard, there weren’t many and everyone was rested enough to do it easily.

Other villagers, seeing what happened, insisted on paying them back somehow. Staying at the inn another night for free? You got it! Rupees? Didn’t even have to ask!

After staying a few months with The Chain you learned that those types of things just happened every once in a while. It was pretty nice, although you felt slightly uncomfortable every time some villagers shot you displeased looks, sometimes you could even hear the whispering. Questioning how come you were with them if you couldn't do anything useful, like fighting or magically healing.

As tiring as it was, things like those just happened, and it wouldn’t be the first nor last time someone questioned your worth. Those villagers proved to be very bitter, too, it upset you a lot more whenever a Link would come to interact with one of them just to receive rudeness in response. It didn’t matter which Link, either, ranging from Sky to Time, they would all receive the same treatment.

It was unbelievably satisfying seeing said villagers get shut down by Time’s glare or Twilight’s ominous aura, or even by Legend, Wind and Four who liked to be rude back to them. Warriors, Hyrule, Wild and Sky don’t even need to glare at them or say anything (Even though Warriors and Wild easily would), normal villagers will stare at them weirdly for treating the heroes in such a way.

Because of the villager's insistence, you ended up staying another day at the village. It was also hard to say no to another night under a roof and on a cozy bed in your current conditions.

As the villagers took up all the attention from the heroes after the fight, you spent your time cleaning the bowls and cutlery used by the men and you during the short breakfast. As much as you'd rather spend your time doing nothing, those simple chores made you feel more useful for them, even more so because for the most part they just didn't know how to do most of those things, having spent a big chunk of their lives on the road and not doing normal things at home.

Really, the best ones at doing normal chores were Time and Wind, Time having done it a lot to help Malon out and Wind to help his grandmother. Those two turned chores into something actually fun, normally being the ones to do them alongside you whenever Wild was busy with anything else. It made you a bit upset that none of the three could be there now, but that feeling was soon forgotten when you felt a presence near you.

"Hey! Do you need any help? I know how cleaning oily bowls can be annoying, I helped Lady Henya in cleaning these things whenever I could back then." Sky scratched the back of his neck sheepishly while sending a closed eye smile your way, sitting down with his legs crossed next to you, watching as you cleaned the dirty dishes left by them.

"I'm already done, don't worry." You smiled at him. It was funny how this world worked, Links had the tendency of wanting to help while people around them had the tendency of wanting to be helped. "Aren't you supposed to be with the villagers? They seem to be especially chatty today."

"They have eight other heroes with them, I doubt they'll even notice the lack of one"

"Alright, that makes sense. Did you want something or did you just come here to stare at me while I finish washing these?" You put the now clean dishes aside in a towel, and got up to take them back to the bag they were supposed to be in, holding the ends of the towel in your fist to act as a makeshift bag. Sky scrambled to follow after you as you walked back to the village, you made sure to slow your step as he catched up rather clumsily, this forced a smile onto your face, since you were usually the one in his place, not the other way around.

Sky was, currently, by far one of your favorite Links. His gentle way of being could force a smile on anyone's face, if the magic of friendship could ever win a fight Sky was undoubtedly the closest to accomplishing said feat. Hurting Sky was probably equal to stabbing an electric wire, it would hurt you just as much as it hurt him.

The dirty blond sent you another of that angelic smiles of his, his fingers intertwined with one another, turning and rolling as he silently followed after you, when you looked at him, his eyes were anywhere but on you, whenever you looked away his eyes fell back on you. Sky was never good at hiding his nervousness, it showed in his body language. You thought he had already forgotten your question by the time he answered, the silence around you made you capable of hearing his quiet words, the already slow pace slowing even more to a full stop. You turned to him, patiently waiting for him to find the words he needed.

"The village here… They have a shop that sells your favorite food, or at least, the one you said you really liked when Wild made it that one time." The ends of his mouth still curled as he spoke, clearly hinting at another smile, or the same one from the start, a constant smile he couldn't seem to be able to avoid whenever you spent time together. But it's not like he wanted to, he had to avoid this type of things most of the time, to be a knight, a hero, meant being someone tough. Maybe that is why being around you, specially alone, when people couldn't see this side of him, felt so refreshing, you didn't mind his soft way of being, even encouraged it sometimes.

The others were loud and intense. It was nice, for the both of you, to have calm, soft, moments together. These moments felt like being alone but not lonely, being together felt safe for the both of you, like you're allowed to be yourselves without having to keep a front to prove anything to anyone. He felt like he was allowed to be himself around you without it making you doubt his capability in any way.

"You still want me to go on the date with you, Link?" The man's smile seemed to brighten at the mention of his name. Being alone with you meant he was just Link, he wasn't "The Hero of the Skies", neither of you needed to address the title when you were by yourselves. He yearned for these times, to be able to hear his name coming out of your mouth, meant only for him and none of the others.

You observed the way he smiled, it was funny he was nicknamed after the sky when the sun was the one his smile challenged, pure as the light coming from the old star. The thought made you want to giggle but you refrained from doing so, not wanting him to misunderstand the gesture and think it was directed at his proposal. You wished to be able to remember the new nickname later and come up with a few for the others as well, it would be nice to vary a little.

"If you want to. It- it doesn't even need to be considered a date if you aren't okay with that!" He tripped over his words to answer you. In return, you shaked your head.

"Of course! I'll be happy to go on a date with you, Link." You smiled, moving to take his hands into yours slowly, doing it so that he could pull away at any time if he wasn't comfortable with the gesture. You felt his hands release their grip on one another as you took them, seeing as he chose to intertwine his fingers with yours instead.

His hands were like the rest of his being, they were softer than Wild's, but still hardened in the places he had a grip on the handle of his sword. They were a little bigger than yours and had a slight tremble which ceased the moment your hands took his.

He let out a breath, looking up at his face proved it wasn't out of displeasure in any way. You found him looking down at where your hands linked with his, his head tilted to the side as he smiled in a relaxed way, not showing teeth, he barely lifted the corners of his mouth.

The moment was prolonged for a few more seconds, enough so that it was slow, but not awkward.

"How about tonight? If there is no other time you were already planning on, of course" You proposed. He chuckled.

"Honestly, I didn't think I would be past this point in the first place, so yeah, afternoon is good."

You two laughed, resuming walking towards where everyone was, unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching you.

"You see that shit, old man?" A certain Link with a blue scarf watched the two of you with displeasure in his gaze, a displeasure named jealousy.

"Of course I do, I'm not completely blind yet." Time groaned from behind a cross-armed Warriors.

"Hey, hey! I'm not the one here you're supposed to be directing that towards!" Warriors exclaimed, defensively, referring either to Time's glare or salty remarks, maybe both. The older man only sighed in response, looking over to where the duo they were watching was last seen, having just gone around a corner their line of vision didn't reach.

"I know. I'm not directing anything at you."

At this, silence took over the two once more. It wasn't hard to tell what the two were thinking about, as immature as it was, jealousy could go a long way.

"Do you want to help me stop them?"

"That may be one of the stupidest things I've ever heard coming out of your mouth, cap." Warriors still didn't look away from him, watching as he made a decision in silence, Time looked away from his gaze. If Malon was here she would beat his ass for this.

"I'm in."

A few hours later it was finally mid-day, just around the time you and Sky had agreed to go to said shop.

Everything was going smoothly, the day had gone normally despite Warriors acting a bit weirdly. When evening finally came, you two were walking towards the shop when Time himself strategically called upon you two to dinner.

"Sorry guys, we're eating over there today, we can eat together tomorrow." Sky spoke through his teeth, trying to keep a calm facade despite his furrowed eyebrows. He had caught on to what their strategy was about an hour before this, when he heard Time unpretentiously asking Wild to make one of your favorite foods for dinner.

"Yeah, sorry guys but we are going to eat out today." You denied, pointing to the shop in which your date would happen, going to grab Sky's hand when he catched yours first.

Wind lifted an eyebrow, looking up to the starry sky and around himself, seeing as they were right outside the inn you guys were going to stay tonight for the last time. "This is out though." He looked back at the both of you, a confused look in his face.

"Oh, you mean out as in that shop over there right?" Said Warriors, dramatically pointing over to where you had just pointed to. Your expression changed to a bored one, knowing that whenever he acted dramatically it could only mean something stupid was about to happen. Warriors sighed. Dramatically. "That's too bad, Wild had just made this great food with extra love and care while thinking about you and now some of it is going to waste." He shaked his head, smiling deviously when he saw you look curiously at the food Wild had just finished. Wild had a confused expression of his own, he himself wasn't aware that he was thinking about you while making dinner.

After tries and errors Wild had become a great cook, and you just generally liked his cooking, but there were a few of them that held you in an iron grip, one of them being the one he had made tonight, by Time’s request.

Not only did you love his cooking but you were also very weak when it came to them, it wasn't hard to make you feel guilty and in Hylia did they try their damnedest bests to exploit that weakness.

Sky's irritated face became increasingly sad as he saw yours become guilty. His grip on your hand weakened, realising you were about to give up your date night.

"Sorry guys, I promised and I'm not someone to go back on promises." You shrugged and pulled Sky's hand, not seeing as his face regained it's brightness, a giddy and slightly corrupted smile taking over his face. Time and Warriors stared at your retreating backs in shock, the others having displeased and jealous looks in their faces. You surprised everyone, even Sky, seeing as you hadn't promised anything, you lied for his sake. He didn't think he could fall deeper in love with you, but that moment he fell even deeper.

He was being selfish and he knew it, taking you away from the others like that.

But... Sky refrained from being selfish his whole life, just as the others did, always giving up everything he had and even what he didn't have for the sake of others.

Maybe it was okay to be selfish.

Just this once.

It's not like the others had given up on you either.

They were just as selfish. And now the duo had 6 more people to help sabotage your date.

After all, it wasn't finished, was it? This battle wasn't over yet.

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