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How exactly did the movie ninja meet again?
#ninjago#kai jiang#kai smith#kai ninjago#lloyd garmadon#lloyd ninjago#the lego ninjago movie#tlnm#my art#listen i just think it would be cool#if Lloyd was the first ninja and he found the others on accident#with these like#true fire of samadhi esq visions from lmk#the beloved also suggested this for a fucked up modern au#which sounds fucking incredible i love horrible reincarnations and false realities
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⠀「 Good Game 」
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
「 FEAT : 」 Kazuha x gn! reader
「 ### : 」 Starts out a lil tense but it’s fluff !! Suggestiveness? Kissing and sort of making out?? But nothing too wild. Flirty & cocky kazuha and flirty & competitive reader !! Modern AU.
「 CWS : 」 Use of pseudo guns & a pseudo battle but (spoiler!!) its just a rlly intense laser tag game lmao. Reader gets pinned against the wall at one point, but it’s highly implied that you could escape whenever.
Collab entry for my beloved @anantaru & @bluexiao ‘s Sweet N Spice collab ♡
also if you see me posting this like 4 days before the deadline no you dont
edit: reposting this bc it wasn’t showing up in tags 💔
There is the rhythmic thump of your blood pulsing in your ears, only contested by your ragged breaths and the distant noise of laser fire. Your heart is pounding in your chest, muscles wound tight and ready to spring into action at the barest hint of danger. There is sheer adrenalin running through your veins, your fight or flight instinct not having rested ever since the threat had made itself known.
It’s darker than you would have liked, the place illuminated only by painfully bright strobing lights of different colors— every time those lights flash, you’re not sure what’s enemy fire and what isn’t. Every time, you nearly jump out of your skin.
Cautiously, you dare to peek out from behind the wall where you’ve taken shelter. The lights don’t reveal any assailants prowling in your sight, so you give yourself the space to breathe a sigh of relief. The gun in your hand, pulsing with fluorescent lights, feels too heavy for your tired limbs. The ache only makes itself more known as the seconds tick by, and it mounts when you sneak a glance at the small screen on your forearm, where you can keep track of your comrades’ status.
All but two names had been greyed out.
Among your teammates, Ayaka had fallen not too long ago, with Thoma also biting the dust taking revenge on her murderer. The numbers on each opposing side dwindled little by little from there, and now only Yoimiya’s and your own name remained. She had gone on her own path a while ago to deal with one of the two enemies remaining, and you suppose knowing that she isn’t yet out of the fight is reassuring. But the faint flashing light on the battery of your gun —almost out of ammunition, fuck— is enough to send a pit right back into your stomach.
You don’t know how much longer you can keep yourself alive, barely managing to dance out of the line of fire and shooting back when you can. There might not be enough juice left in this thing, you think, swallowing. Likely not enough to last you if you ran into—
“There you are.”
A totally embarrassing surprised scream absolutely does not leave your person— not even when you’re gripped by the shoulders, twisted around until your back is pressed against the wall you had just been hiding behind. A hand flies to the back of your head to soften the impact, another going to pull your wrists — and your goddamn gun— over your head. Caught between a rock and a hard place, you can’t just blindly shoot and hope you’ll hit. The chances of even you pulling a stunt like that off was too improbable.
The low laugh but a few inches from your face lets you know who it is long before the gaudy strobing lights do.
Kazuha.
“You excel at running and hiding,” he says, teeth flashing in a grin. “Now if only your aim were half as good.”
Your mind races for a solution. With only his hands touching you to hold you in place, Kazuha’s chest heaves slightly from exertion and his breath is warm where is fans on your skin. No doubt, whatever adrenaline-fueled high you had been on, he’s running on the same thing.
“Oh shush,” you all but growl, eyes narrowed in a glare. “Gloating before you take me out? Really?”
“Only because it’s you, my love,” he says, and though you roll your eyes, indignation at his confidence flaring in your chest, you can’t deny how your stomach flips at the pet name. ‘My love.’ Oh, that’s a good one.
“It would have been better if you stayed away from me,” Kazuha says, grin turning a little sharp, a little smug. “Perhaps you could have won. ”
You resist the urge to stick your tongue out at him, instead schooling your features and leveling him with a flirtatious smile. Minutely, you wiggle your wrists in his hold, and his grip loosens slightly in response.
It’s easy enough to make your voice as flirty as possible when it’s Kazuha you’re talking to— “Would you like a prize then, oh humble winner?”
He grows silent either out of surprise or wonder, the hint in your words not lost on him. Kazuha’s gaze flits down to your lips, taken by the way you (purposefully) smile in the way that has him weak. He barely takes a second to accept— the hold on your wrists is gone, he’s pulling you against him with an arm curled comfortably around your middle, and the hand that cushioned you is now gently guiding your lips to melt against his. You drape your arms over his shoulders, careful not to accidentally bash your weapon against the side of his head, and kiss him back just as well.
The kiss is something fueled by the adrenaline that you’ve both been running on, as well as the high of your chase. Though there is still romance, some hints of softness— Kazuha is tender where he holds you close to him, and the way presses his lips to yours is hungry, but not overbearing. Even when he squeezes with the arm around you, tight enough that you gasp into the kiss, the smile you feel on his lips is soft and fond.
The kiss is hardly long enough to have you gasping for breath, but it’s not lost on you how Kazuha quickly relaxes into the contact, fitting against you like a puzzle piece, at ease in your arms.
You press yourself even closer against him with your arms shifting around slightly— he hums, focused on nothing more but your lips against his. So focused, in fact, that he doesn’t even wonder when your arms shift deliberately, and he barely processes the fact that he can feel a solid object pressing against his back and the fabric of his vest—
Pew!
…Beep!…Beep!
You pull away from the kiss and Kazuha’s eyes fly open just as his vest starts blaring the bright, red lights of an eliminated player and the neon of the laser gun on his belt shuts off with a sad little ‘wuuw.’
A moment of silence passes by with you grinning up at him triumphantly, watching as Kazuha’s brain is gradually shocked back to the land of the living. In the distance, you hear the exaggeratedly distraught cry of Tomo from across the laser tag venue at the ‘death’ of his brother-in-arms, nearly drowned out by Yoimiya’s cheering, the both of them pausing in their shootout for but a second before the distant sounds of laser guns start up again.
While he’s still reeling from your whole ass betrayal, you press a quick kiss on Kazuha’s lips, holstering your near-dead laser gun. The contact seems to shock him back to reality, and he quickly levels you with a judgmental, accusatory glare.
“You planned that,” is all he says, squinting at you. There’s a near-imperceptible amazement in his tone, as well as grudging respect because hey, for as on-the spot and scuffed to hell as it was, your plan worked.
Nonchalant, your smile only widens.
“Maybe you should’ve stayed away from me, hot stuff,” you say with a laugh. Before Kazuha can retort something witty, you cup either side of his jaw, pulling him down into another kiss that he once more melts into. You’ll leave Yoimiya to take the win for your team— kissing the boy in your hands is already a satisfying enough victory.
#Kazuha x reader#Kaedehara kazuha x reader#Genshin Impact x reader#bloru.sweetnspice#「 🐈⬛ 」 catcze.desserts#cw gn reader
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Hashira Secret Santa
(Modern AU?? This is really silly btw, probably ooc for the sake of funnies)
Obanai
Obanai gets thoughtful gifts for Mitsuri only and is pissed that Shinobu wouldn’t help him rig the pulls to get Mitsuri for the 5th time in a row. He tries to get nice and good gifts for everyone (even Giyuu on occasion). He’s the type to get shopping done early when the weather starts to change just to be extra prepared.
He ended up getting Muichiro a pair of headphones that are also noise cancelling.
He took Mitsuri out to dinner anyway
Muichiro
Muichiro…. he remembered to show up today so everyone was fine with that. He didn’t really know what would be a good gift and consulted Tanjiro on it since he knew Kyojuro (slightly) better. Tanjiro suggested getting him a flame patterned ramen bowl.
Muichiro ended up getting him a full ceramic set and a little owl shaped keychain.
Kyojuro
Kyojuro is somehow a mess and very organized when it comes to secret Santa shopping. Every year he goes through hell planning gifts- forgetting about them and then remembering and scrambling to buy things. And it always works out?!
He was very excited this year because Tengen always gave him the best gifts and he knew that only something flashy could match the flashy Hashira. Not only that he wanted to get something for his wives as well.
This man, got the gaudiest (fuck ugly) pair of sneakers custom made for Tengen. A horrific yet cohesive mess of colors and rhinestones and Tengen LOVES IT. Tengen is crying and already modeling the shoes- he will them for the rest of the party.
Kyojuro got a nice tea set for Hina, a book collection for Makio (disguised as a shoebox, I like to think she likes trashy romance and is embarrassed about it), and a giant 7ft tall stuffed animal for Suma.
For the first time ever, all three of them considered Tengen proposing to Kyojuro.
Tengen
Like Obanai, Tengen is also super pissed Shinobu wouldn’t help him get Kyojuro again this year. He plans his shopping ahead of time for at least a month and buys everything all in one day. He wraps it all in one day too.
Tengen admires Gyomei’s strength and fortitude, so getting a gift that represents that was very important to him. It only makes sense that the God of Festivals would get the flashiest and best gifts for his colleagues. So it came as a surprise to everyone when Gyomei opened his box to find several cat toys. Gyomei immediately started crying because he thought no one remembered his two cats. Tengen also offered to come over and set up a scratching post for them.
Gyomei
Sanemi was a hard person to shop for, even for Gyomei who prided himself on knowing good gifts to get people. The whole ordeal was really stressing him out. Especially since, Sanemi didn’t want to participate in the first place. Gyomei toiled over this for a long time before deciding to do something.
Sanemi opened to his box to find, sweaters. Hand knitted sweaters. They weren’t perfect but you could tell they were made with effort. Gyomei also motioned towards him, a hot chocolate making set with decorative mugs. Sanemi just stood a little quiet, then turned and said thank you while putting on the white and blue sweater.
Sanemi
Speaking on not wanting to participate, Sanemi hated the fact that he had pulled Giyuu’s name! He yelled- no- DEMANDED Shinobu pull again.
Being the brother he is Sanemi actually gets his shopping done in a timely manner and doesn’t stress over the holidays. He won’t admit it but Christmas time is a beloved time to him.
So imagine the frustration of getting Giyuu a gift. FUCKING GIYUU! The most punchable, antisocial loser imaginable! He thought it was dumb but didn’t want to get shit from anyone for just giving him a mug or something. What a pain…
He had to go to the one person that could help him now. Tanjiro…
Giyuu opens the box to find a light blue knit scarf with an ocean wave pattern at the ends. On top were two braided hair ties, one was blue and white and the other was red, yellow and green. Before anyone could say anything, Giyuu softly thanked him and tied the second tie into his hair. For some reason, they both looked embarrassed.
Giyuu
Every year Giyuu buys 5 gifts, one of Urokodaki, one for Makomo, one for Sabito and recently, Tanjiro and Nezuko. He functioned just fine doing that. Never needing to stress because he always had an idea of what they would want. Giyuu was the only other person who didn’t want to participate in Secret Santa because he knew Shinobu wouldn’t allow him to pull her name.
Giyuu was silently stressing now because just idea of getting Obanai a gift seemed impossible. The two didn’t get along he was sure Obanai actually hated him. Scratch that he was 100% sure Obanai hated him. It was far too late for him to back out however, everyone had picked and no one would trade with him (he was too timid to ask anyway).
And like the Angel she is came in Mitsuri who offered helpful piece of advice. Here stands Obanai holding a free meal ticket at his favorite restaurant (it’s actually Mitsuri’s) because what’s a better present to him than being able to treat her. Giyuu also brought a tiny sweater for Kabarumaru that had gloves sewn on to look like he’s holding his own glove and a coiled snake ring.
Obanai muttered a half-hearted “Thank you,” and you could feel the tension in the air soften as Giyuu released all the unnecessary pressure from off his shoulders.
Shinobu and Mitsuri,
Somehow got each other for Secret Santa! Knowing this they both decided to get a present they could both enjoy on top of the individual gifts. Mitsuri gifted Shinobu some expensive perfumes while Shinobu gave Mitsuri some designer dresses. They both decided to reward themselves with a trip to a hot spring the following weekend after Christmas and spend New Years relaxing. The same relaxing hot springs Tengen and his wives would be attending that they also invited Kyojuro to! What a strange turn of luck?!
Makes you wonder why Obanai is glaring at Shinobu so hard…
#shitpost#shitposting#writing fanfics on Christmas#cringe-#kny#kny hashira#demon slayer hashira#demon slayer#obanai iguro#muichiro tokito#rengoku kyojuro#tengen uzui#makio uzui#hinatsuru uzui#suma uzui#gyomei himejima#sanemi shinazugawa#giyuu tomioka#shinobu kocho#mitsuri kanroji#the hashira#kimetsu no yaiba
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Your recs are ON FIRe and I was wondering if you have any more Harryanthe recs (any POV)?
Harryanthe my beloved! I'm a multishipping mess these days but THIS is actually the ship I got back into fandom for
Harrow/Ianthe
A Little of You, A Lot of Bloodletting by monochrome_agalma; rated E, HtN era
Horrors pile upon horrors when Harrow walks in on Ianthe masturbating and finds her unwilling to stop.
Burned Out from a Joyride by @theriverbeyond; rated E, HtN era
“Or,” she said lightly, folding her long legs up to sit in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her skin. “I can show you how very grateful I am for your assistance, and we can fuck each other until we both forget what a horrible place this nightmare station is.”
or: Ianthe tries to thank Harrow after The Bone Arm scene. It's complicated for both of them.
docile, unkind, fraught by @meikuree; rated T
By the time you returned to Ianthe’s room from another practice session for Ortus the First’s ill-advised murder, it was late, or the Mithraeum’s moorless definition of late.
Or: Ianthe invents intricate rituals to touch Harrow. Harrow has a twisty time about it.
gallery walls by goldentwin; rated E, violence
Ianthe is very fond of the nude portraits that decorate her room aboard the Mithraeum. Harrowhark vehemently is not.
Some rough and horny Harryanthe content for art history enjoyers who want to wax poetic about iconography and religious ecstasy in your Lyctor porn.
Glory and Gore go Hand in Hand by quiriusblack, rated E
Harrow makes Ianthe a new arm. Then she fucks her about it.
thought that love was a kind of emptiness by @banrions; rated E, soulmate AU
The first time that Ianthe sees Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of Drearburh and Heir to the House of Ninth, she seems like an unremarkable little twit with some idiotic face paint.
to settle in a kingdom made of sugar by rosedamask; rated M, HtN era
Ianthe the First crashes a party in the River.
Repeat recs! I've recced these before but they're GOOD
a never feeling pleased when pleased by peacockbutchboy; Ianthe/Harrow + Ianthe & Corona, rated E, up to HtN
Despite wagging tongues claiming the contrary, Ianthe is capable of waiting patiently for her spoils. She and Harrow are caught in each other’s orbit for good, and there is no need to rush. She has an eternity at her disposal to capture her heart, and an eternity more to keep it for herself.
the cellar door is an open throat by 2wisheslikeafool; Ianthe/Harrow, rated E, HtN era
Ianthe experiences human emotions and tastes Harrow’s blood, only one of which is pleasant.
Harrow/Ianthe-ish
(Fics that aren't ONLY Harrow/Ianthe but I would rec specificially to Harryanthe fans)
(bad, bad news) one of us is gonna lose by valancytrinit; rated E, modern AU with powers
"You're not actually going to send Ianthe nudes, are you?" says the Body, in a tone that suggests she sincerely disapproves. Harrow never entertained what she thought the Body's views on pornography might be. She certainly never considered they might be quite conservative views.
Harrow sends the picture anyway.
[This is a modern AU with necromancy where Ianthe and Harrow sext. Also Gideon's ghost is there AND so is Alecto's ghost and they both have horny vibes with Harrow. This is just as weird and even better than I'm making it sound]
Lies Found Favor In Heaven by monochrome_agalma; rated T
God looked at you and saw everything wrong with the world he had wrought. It was painfully clear. So, when he asked about you and Harrow, you told him a lot of hot bullshit.
Or: what if John tried to talk safe sex with Ianthe too?
real love is a heart attack by @augustmourn; rated E, canon-setting AU (incest CW)
Harrow arranges a political marriage. Ianthe chafes under Ninth customs. Babs has a bad time. Corona will always come first.
[Ianthe marries Harrow and moves to the Ninth; this is primarily a Ianthe-centric fic and there's Corona/Ianthe alongside Harrow/Ianthe but I'm reccing it for the STEAMING HOT smut scene of Harrow punishing Ianthe in sexy ways.]
The Emperor's Daughter by @naryrising; rated T, Divine Highness AU
"Does anyone here actually want to marry the Emperor's daughter?" Harrow asked.
"That's a great question," said Palamedes. "I assume someone must. Lady Dulcinea Septimus says she's, and I quote, 'stacked.'"
[Harrow and Ianthe both try to flirt with God's daughter. They're competitive about it]
there is only one thing by @slashmarks; rated E, HtN AU
Resurrection Beast Seven stays on the original timeline, and Harrow's plan unravels anyway.
[This is Gideon/Harrow/Ianthe in a Gideon&Harrow bodysharing situation, but I'm reccing it here because the Harrow/Ianthe content is A+ Two words: sewn tongue]
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It's A Game We Play: Chapter 4
Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier
Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx
Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies,), crack, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe- modern setting, jaskier is having the worst time of his life, valdo is here to make everything worse, confusion, banter
Rating: teen and up audiences
Full word count: 10,713 words
Chapter word count: 3,324 words
Chapters: 4/?
Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.
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Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.
Chapter summary: Running into familiar, unwanted faces and meeting weirdly eager strangers.
Author's notes: Chapter title speaks for itself, since this question will pop up during this chapter many times. I liked the suggestions in my comment section about Geralt, Yennefer and Radovid knowing each other so much, that I decided to work that in, thanks for the idea!!!! I am also bringing you all a beloved beloathed character, and Amaryllis's big meeting with the "daddies" as well.
Read on Ao3
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If someone told Yennefer just a week prior that she would literally drop everything and get herself an emergency sabbatical from the bistro, and she would force herself through a nearly four hours long ferry ride, all because she received a mysterious letter from someone she's slept with twenty years ago, she would've called them a fucking moron.
Yet, there she was, staring at the waves licking the side of the ferry as they made their way over the sea. Yennefer put her elbows on the railing with a deep sigh. She closed her eyes as she breathed in the salty air. Twenty years ago, she was traveling across the sea just like she was doing it now, full of youthful energy and hope. She had none of that now. She was just anxious as all hell, because seriously, what could Jaskier possibly want from her? How was she even supposed to react when she saw him standing on the docks, waiting for her? How was she supposed to greet him, what should she ask? How was she supposed to cope with the fact that she had to face someone like that from her past?
"Yennefer?"
As Yennefer turned around fast, the wind blew all of her hair into her face. She cursed and sputtered as she tried her best to remove it from her mouth and eyes.
When she finally came face to face with the person who called out for her, Yennefer suddenly felt the urge to throw herself off the ferry and into the water.
“Geralt,” she hissed, her eyes widening, “what the fuck are you doing here?”
Geralt cleared his throat awkwardly, a habit that he seemed to never have abandoned since Yennefer last saw him. Her and Geralt had dated about ten years ago, and for a while, Yennefer was convinced that maybe he could be the one. She was wrong, like she always was, about every person she dated. Geralt wasn’t a bad person, not by any means, and Yennefer did love him. But maybe two Alphas were just never meant to work out; their too similar personalities soon led to constant fighting, which lead to a not very nice breakup, during which Yennefer told Geralt he was a ball-less coward who really needed to get off his high horse, and Geralt called Yennefer a control freak with anger issues.
And now, to make this already weird and frustrating situation ever worse, here he was, staring at Yennefer with that constipated look on his face.
“It’s nice to see you too, Yen,” Geralt grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. Yennefer scoffed.
“Don’t call me that.”
“I was hoping we could have a civil conversation, but clearly, I was wrong. I just wanted to say hello.”
“Okay, you did. Goodbye.”
“Yennefer,” Geralt sighed, “let’s not be childish, okay?”
Yennefer gripped the railing again to stop herself from committing a crime that would’ve earned her a life sentence.
“Oh, yeah, says the man who’s allergic to commitment, and drops everyone like a hot potato the second things turn serious!”
“Yeah, because you handled everything so maturely,” Geralt growled, “you were only looking for flaws in everything, of course you found them!”
“Did you come here to antagonize me?” Yennefer spat. “You should have just ignored me.”
Geralt deflated at that, somewhat. There was a small, barely-there smile at the corner of his lips. Yennefer hated to admit, but it was still stupidly attractive.
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Geralt said, his voice much softer. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Same. So, what are you doing here, Geralt?”
Before Geralt could answer, a teenage girl rushed over to them, knocking into Geralt so hard it looked painful. Her ashen blonde hair was mussed from the wind, and her grin was mischievous.
“Dad,” she called out with a giggle, and Yennefer’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. Dad!?
“I’m gonna drive a Bentley!”
“What?” Geralt turned to her with utter confusion. Yennefer was pretty sure she was going to pass out and into the sea.
“I never said that you could drive it!” Came a voice from behind the cackling girl. “I just said that you could see it if we reached land!”
A tall man with long, reddish-blond hair approached them with a huff. He looked utterly miserable, which might have had something to do with the seagull shit that covered the shoulder of his clearly expensive silk shirt. He looked familiar. Yennefer narrowed her eyes as she stared at him, trying to figure out where she knew him from.
Geralt blinked at the man with a similarly confused expression. “I’m sorry, do you know my daughter that you’re offering her a car show, or should I call the police?”
“Did you just accuse me of… rude!” The man huffed. “She walked up to me and asked me if the Bentley was mine! I wasn’t gonna send her away!”
“It’s a nice car,” the girl chirped, seemingly uncaring of the adults’ impending brawl. “Can I get a driving license, Dad? I’ve driven your car before, I’d do good!”
“I’m sorry,” Yennefer interrupted them, “Geralt? She’s you daughter?”
Geralt gave her a wounded look. “Yennefer… she’s Ciri. My daughter.”
Yennefer opened her mouth then quickly shut it again before she said something that wasn’t meant to be heard by a child. Geralt used to insist he could never have a family of his own. That he would be a shit dad, and children were too much hassle. He clearly found Yennefer’s desire for kids weird and unnecessary. And here he was, with a kid- a kid that was clearly a teenager. Holy shit, he had a kid while he dated her, he must have had a partner he cheated on with Yennefer, then. He made her into a homewrecker. Yennefer was going to kill someone today.
Ciri nodded towards her with a grin. “Nice to meet you! I like your dress!”
“Thanks…”
“Wait,” the blond guy turned towards Yennefer, “I know you!”
Oh, no. Now that Yennefer took one more look at him, it became obvious where she met him. It was the evening she officially ruined her career as a chef, and she was pretty much exiled to cook at a cheap bistro. She had to cater at some expensive business party, and she was so nervous around all the stuck-up suits, that she messed up the meal, big time. And that guy was there, his stubble was a little thinner and his eyes were a lot less stern back then, but Yennefer recognized him. He was the first to spit out her stew, which then drew attention to the mistake she’s made.
“You put sugar in the stew instead of salt,” the guy said, “it tasted like cake smothered in grease.”
“It wasn’t as bad as you all claimed!” Yennefer snapped. “But your spoiled ass had to make such a frenzy about it! You’re the reason I’m still cooking at a shithole bistro!”
“Oh, thank the stars, that’s better for everyone.”
“Wait,” Geralt said, cutting off the mighty string of curses Yennefer was about to throw. “I know you, too. You have that company. And a tarantula.”
“Huh?” The man turned to Geralt. His eyes widened. “Oh, wait, I remember you too! We met at the vet. Your foal tried to eat my shirt and it also jumped out of your hands and started wreaking havoc in the waiting room!”
“And you were so convinced that your tarantula was more important than my sick horse that you ran in before me! It probably wasn’t even sick, you just didn’t know how to take care of an animal properly.”
“You leave Franz Joseph out of this!” The man yelled, pointing a finger at Geralt’s chest. “He was very sick!”
“Who’s Franz Joseph?” Ciri whispered to Yennefer. Yennefer shook her head, which was quickly growing dizzy.
“Okay, alright,” Geralt sighed deeply. “Your pet has nothing to do with your own arrogance. How’s, uh, Franz Joseph, by the way?”
“He’s dead.”
“Shit. Sorry about that.”
“Alright, will anyone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Yennefer huffed. “Geralt, have you had a kid all along? While you were dating me? Was that why you said you could never have one with me?”
“Maybe not in front of Ciri,” Geralt tried. Ciri narrowed her eyes at him.
“You two dated?”
Geralt released a long-suffering, deep sigh. “Yeah. Some time ago. Yennefer, I adopted Ciri four years ago. She is my daughter, but we haven’t met while we were together. Okay?”
“Okay, and why are you headed to Thanedd?”
“Why are you?”
“I… I got a letter from someone, it’s an emergency, or whatever, I had to drop everything at home, I’m really fed up already, and you are not helping!”
“What,” Geralt’s voice wavered slightly, “a letter? You too?”
“A hand-written letter?” The other guy chimed in, his face turning pale. “From someone on Thanedd? About… a life and death situation?”
“Yes?”
“Who wrote to you,” Geralt asked, his eyes widening with panic, which made Yennefer’s nerves even worse. Yennefer grabbed the railing again, this time to not faint.
“An old love… I mean, someone I knew. Is this an interrogation?”
“You started it,” rich guy reminded her. “And this someone, who sent you a letter… he’s not called Jaskier, by chance?”
“How do you know him,” Geralt growled dangerously as he turned towards the other man. They were about the same height, but he still seemed to tower over him. Yennefer could feel the angry Alpha pheromones oozing off him. It made her feel even more snappish, not to mention that possessive flare upon hearing someone else knowing Jaskier. Her Jaskier.
“Control yourself,” the man warned him, “your child is standing right there next to you.”
“Don’t bring me into this!” Ciri huffed, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that was so similar to Geralt’s. “I have zero idea what’s going on, I’m just enjoying the free show.”
“Why would Jaskier write to you,” Geralt continued, lowering his voice slightly. “Who are you to him…?”
“Radovid,” the guy helped him out with a sigh. His eyes narrowed to slits. “And how do you know him?”
“He wrote to all of us!?” Yennefer asked in horror. “What… why the fuck would he do that?”
They all stared at each other. Geralt chewed on his lip, his brows furrowed in distress. Radovid stared at his feet, stiff like a statue. Ciri looked from one to the other, both confused and clearly entertained by the mess she ended up in the middle of.
Yennefer turned back towards the sea and groaned. It wasn’t enough that she had to worry about what Jaskier needed of her after all this time, now she had to face the fact that her ex, and a random guy was also here, and they all got the same letter, apparently.
She really should have thrown that letter away.
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Probably everyone thought Amaryllis was insane, what with the way she was pacing up and down on the docks, muttering to herself to calm her nerves. She couldn’t possibly know if her plan worked at all. There was a chance their address changed, and none of them received her letter, or if they did, they could have just ignored it. After all, twenty years have passed since then, what were the odds they would leave their homes so abruptly to come see Jaskier?
Amaryllis could only hope that her Papa left a mark on them deep enough that they would want to find out what he (well, Amaryllis) wanted. She knew her father was a remarkable and loveable guy, but she didn’t know how the other three were. She could only go off on the descriptions in the diary, hence why she was nervous if she would recognize them at all.
By the time the ferry arrived, Amaryllis was a hair’s breadth away from passing out. She watched the cars roll down, then the people walk off, her heart beating at an abnormal speed all the while. What was the chance she would get a heart attack right now? She pressed her fingers against her neck to feel her pulse. Oh, God, she was going to explode from anxiety.
Amaryllis craned her neck to see over the crowd that milled around the docks, trying to find faces similar to the descriptions. She really did hope no one went through a drastic style change that made them look entirely different.
The crowd cleared a little, and Amaryllis noticed a shiny white car- a Bentley.
He is literally blonde Prince Charming, not on a white horse, but in a white Bentley.
Amaryllis’s breath hitched in her throat as she approached the car slowly, her palms growing clammy with sweat. What were the chances the car was the same, that it was Radovid’s?
Once she reached the car, she was greeted with a girl somewhat younger than her, who grinned at her brightly.
“Nice car, isn’t it?” She asked proudly. “It’s mine!”
“No, it isn’t… whatever. Let the kids have fun.”
Amaryllis turned towards the voice. She gasped at the sight of a tall, lean man, with blond hair, dressed in expensive clothes there were only somewhat dulled by the smear that suspiciously looked like bird poop. It had to be him.
“Radovid,” Amaryllis breathed out. The man’s eyes widened comically.
“Do we know each other?”
“It’s you…”
“I’m sorry, how do you…?”
Amaryllis wobbled on her feet when a broad, white-haired man stood next to the teenage girl who declared Radovid’s car her own.
“Geralt…?”
“What? How do you know my name?”
“Okay, I genuinely don’t know what’s going on, but…”
Amaryllis turned towards the female voice, and yes, indeed, there was Yennefer. She couldn’t believe her luck.
“Yennefer,” she whispered, causing the woman to stare at her like she just massacred her entire family.
“Do you know my name too?” The young girl laughed. Amaryllis sent her an apologetic smile.
“Alright, this is strange,” Geralt noted, “how do you know us?”
“I… huh. Lord. This is weird, I know. Bear with me, okay?” Amaryllis bit her lip, trying to hold back an excited squeal. “My name is Amaryllis Pankratz.”
“Pankratz!?” They all yelled in unison. Amaryllis grinned. They remembered her Papa.
“Yes. I’m Jaskier’s daughter.”
She had never seen faces turn so white all at once. Geralt practically wasn’t even breathing. Radovid closed his eyes. Yennefer’s jaw literally dropped. The teenage girl grinned in delight.
“Jaskier has a daughter,” Yennefer whispered. She looked Amaryllis up and down, recognition lighting up in her eyes. “Shit. You look just like him. I should have known.”
“Yeah, do you know how many times I got the ‘oh, did Jaskier went back in time and turned into a girl’ joke?” Amaryllis chuckled. She swallowed in embarrassment when no one laughed. “Erm…so, yeah, Jaskier is my father. And I know you guys all know him, and I know you don’t know me, but… ugh, this is difficult! We gotta get to know each other a little better before my wedding.”
“Before the what?” Geralt asked. Amaryllis chuckled nervously.
“Yeah, so I’m getting married and I kinda need one of you to be at the wedding, but first I need to figure out which one of you should be there, because I think one of you is… shit!”
Amaryllis turned pale when she spotted Jaskier in the distance. He was luckily not facing them as he was walking towards the market, but she couldn’t risk him seeing his old lovers there before Amaryllis had a chance to talk to them.
“Trust me,” she practically begged the bewildered group, “and follow me, okay?”
Before any of them could protest, Amaryllis practically shoved them all towards the cars, away from Jaskier. The teenage girl went with them, and while Amaryllis wasn’t sure who she was, she kind of liked her already.
They would all have plenty of time to get to know each other, if everything went well.
--
Jaskier was contemplating which watermelon to pick when he felt a hand brush his side gently. He jumped, dropping both melons on the ground. They smashed on the asphalt, coating his new shoes in juice.
“Thanks for this,” Jaskier groaned as he stared at the mess on the ground, “I will not be paying for these, but you will!”
He looked up to see who touched him. The breath caught in his throat, and his head started swimming right away. He wobbled on his feet for a second, before he let out a mighty “what the fuck are you doing here, you ghoul!?”
“Oh, Jaskier,” came the snarky laugh in response, “you did not change one bit.”
What terrible sin Jaskier must have committed against the gods that they brought Valdo Marx, the bane of his existence, his formal rival, his archnemesis, the curse of his life, to the peaceful little island he lived on!?
“What are you doing here,” Jaskier huffed, hands on his hips, “I thought you were in jail for being a sex offender or something.”
“You wish,” Valdo grinned. He raked his eyes over Jaskier with an appreciative hum. “Look at you. You look lovely, still. Gained some weight, but that’s par for the course after having a child, isn’t it?”
“It takes me approximately one second to grab one more melon and bash your head in with it,” Jaskier warned him. Valdo laughed heartily.
“Oh, come on, now, Jaskier, don’t be so hostile! It looks good on you. You look gorgeous, was what I was trying to say, and yet, here you are, threatening me with assault.”
“Stop with the fake compliments,” Jaskier spat, “what the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be playing shit music with your band of disgraced theater kids?”
“Another thing that didn’t change: your deaf ears. We’re playing plenty, don’t worry. That’s actually why I’m here.”
“What?”
“Oh, haven’t you heard?” Valdo grinned mischievously. “A certain Mrs. Cooper is best friends with our manager. And he offered her a lovely band, ours, to play at her daughter’s wedding.”
“No,” was all Jaskier was able to say when he realized Valdo was talking about the mother of Amaryllis’s fiancée. Valdo laughed again, enjoying the horrified look on Jaskier’s face.
“Congratulations! I’ve heard Sara is marrying your daughter! Can’t wait to meet the lovely brides.”
“You. Are. Not. Playing. At. My. Daughter’s. Wedding!” Jaskier growled, emphasizing every single word. Valdo tutted at him condescendingly.
“Oh, don’t be like that! It’s going to be lovely! You can give your daughter away to the sound of my beautiful singing, doesn’t that sound good? You’ll get to watch me bask in the glory while you cry in the background. Just like old times.”
Jaskier let out a scream as he grabbed another watermelon off the stand. Valdo ducked away just in time before his head collided with the large fruit.
“See you around, Jaskier,” Valdo chuckled. The bastard had the audacity to grab his hand and kiss his knuckles, making Jaskier let out a sound that he didn’t realize he was able to make. He rushed away before Jaskier could attempt to murder him one more time.
“You’re gonna pay for all the melons you smashed, I hope you know that!” The clerk yelled at him. Jaskier nodded with a sigh of defeat.
His hands shook as he fished his money out of his wallet. This couldn’t be real. He must have been experiencing a terrible nightmare, and he would wake up soon.
He would have to come up with a plan to make sure Valdo wouldn’t get to make a mess at Amaryllis’s wedding. Jaskier won’t let that happen, that was for sure.
At least things couldn’t get worse in the meantime, he reassured himself as he walked home.
#geraskier#yennskier#radskier#a/b/o#jaskier#geralt of rivia#yennefer of vengerberg#radovid#omega jaskier#alpha geralt#alpha yennefer#beta radovid#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher fic#my fic#mamma mia au
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𓆝 AU NOTES - Guppy 𓆝
Hi, I put together some notes / added on to the timeline. It does focus a bit more on how I'm fitting in Black Ops 1, 2 (Flashbacks mainly), and Cold War. I've change a bit how Guppy Joins TF141, but I'm still working on how I want to zir to interact with the others in the task force .
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In this AU Bell survives the final countdown mission and is found by Mason and Woods who take them in. Both are unaware that Bell was brain washed, and thought they were helping of their own volition. When they find out about MK-Ultra they are pissed at Hudson for hiding this from them especially after what Mason has been through.
Whilst Bell starts to figure out who they are / who they were, they help take care of Mason's son David who is 2 or 3 years old. (Bell is about 23 at this point, and slowly starts to view Mason and Woods as their Uncles and David as their nephew.)
Operation Just Cause does happen but Woods doesn't end up killing Mason, just injuring him severely causing him to be hospitalised and put in a medically induced coma for a couple of months. Woods retires, and so does Mason soon after he wakes up.
Both talk about their feelings and feel like they are more then friends but not lovers. (Queer Platonic Relationships my beloved) They focus on taking care of David and Bell. David turns 18 and enlists into the US navy, Bell decides that they're going to leave the country and heads to Australia.
Guppy is born in 1997 and is named Harlow Rayner by xyr parents. Bell and Guppy first meet in an all ages Auslan class, Guppy becomes attached to Bell. A surprised to zir parents and others.
By the time Guppy is 10 Bell has become their baby sitter, taking better care of them than Guppy's Parents; who "struggle" raising an autistic kid. Guppy starts going an interest into puzzles and mysteries, after seeing some puzzle books around Bell's flat.
Soon after Guppy is introduced to Mason and Woods accidentally, when they surprise Bell with a visit. Both 100% think Guppy is Bell's kid at first and tease Bell about keeping Guppy a secret from them. Bell does explain that Guppy isn't their kid.
Mason and Woods share a look, before anything more can be said Guppy starts asking questions about them. Woods does most of the talking sharing stories to Guppy about them, Mason watching fondly as Woods does this. Guppy eventually has to leave, but Mason and Woods promise to stay in contact with xem via Bell.
Time skip as Guppy goes through the rest of Primary and Highschool, deciding they want to be like Bell, xe study 2 course in Uni for the next two years before joining the AUS Navy as a Intel Analysis. This is where Guppy and David meet professionally for the first time.
Guppy send 4 years in the Navy before switching to the Aus Intel Corps, getting the nickname "Guppy" for being a fish out of water. This is also where xe meet Laswell for the first time, helping her out with some missions she needs info for.
Modern Warfare II takes place and Laswell suggest to Price about adding another member, Price after seeing Guppy's file agree to a 3 month trial period. Guppy joins TF141 mid November, a couple of jabs at Guppy's nickname; but they seem to except xem pretty quickly.
Guppy spends zir first couple weeks helping with the cluster fuck that was Shepherds betrayal, not having a lot of free time to hangout with the rest of the task-force. Gaz and Price go on a couple day mission to help Alex and Farah out. (Atomgrad Raids)
After this Gaz and soap drag Guppy to the closest bar wanting to get to know zir better, the rest of the task force is also there. Whether by bribery or because they wanted to. Even though Guppy doesn't usually go out drinking they do enjoy xyr time out with the rest of the task force.
Mid December rolls around and the team gets a one week break for Christmas, Guppy stays at Base with Price and Gaz; Soap dragging Roach and Ghost to Scotland. Gaz eventually convincing zir to come to Urzikstan with him to meet Farah and Alex, who are basically unofficial members of the 141.
Guppy makes ANZAC biscuits before they leave hoping that Farah, Alex and the ULF soldiers might like something different from the usual rations. The couple days spent in Urzikstan are spent helping out Farah's forces rather than celebrating Christmas. Gaz does give a couple small gifts to Alex and Farah though.
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This is all I have so far, hope you enjoyed reading it. I also just realised that Mason and Woods would be Great-Uncles, since Bell is basically Guppy's parent.
Small Note: The WW1 recipe for ANZAC biscuits last for up to two months, which is why I have Guppy baking them for the ULF.
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Male Cheerleaders are Hot. Objectively. -Rhysand, Cassian, and a Bunch of Other Bitches
Day Six of Tamlin Appreciation Week: Modern AU
@tamlinweek2023
Note: There are some suggestive things in this fanfic, but nothing happens on screen.
Cassian/Tamlin endgame, but everyone is crushing on him.
“Rhysand, why are we here?” Azriel asked. “You’ve never wanted to watch any of Cassian’s games before?” They sat down in the bleachers around the football field at their school.
“What do you mean, I love coming to Cassian’s games?” Rhysand asked, looking offended.
“You have never agreed to go to one before.” Azriel pointed out. He looked at where Rhysand was staring before gasping.
“Is it about the new cheerleader?” he asked, smiling.
“No.” Rhysand said furiously. “No it’s not.”
“It totally is!” said Azriel. “I mean, come on, you’re staring entranced at the field and the players haven’t even come out yet.”
“Shut up.” said Rhysand, dropping his violently red face into his hands.
“Aww, I’m right. Aren’t I?” Azriel teased.
Rhysand moaned slightly in annoyance. “Yeah, it’s embarrassing.”
“Nah, I mean, I had a crush on Mor, and now she’s with Armen, so. And now I like Cassian of all people.” Azriel shrugged. “Now come on, let’s figure out how to woo your future beloved.”
~~
Tamlin stretched in the locker room after the game. “That was really fun for my first game.” Armen, the other cheerleader, had left the squad at the request of her new girlfriend, and they needed a new emergency member. Team leader, Feyre, had recommended him. Surprisingly, it isn’t as awkward to work with your ex as people think.
“You did good.” agreed Feyre, sitting next to him. “I was honestly a little surprised you didn’t freeze under the pressure.”
“Okay, well, rude.” Tamlin laughed a little bit, taking off the skirt and putting it in his locker. “I fucking rock all the time, I don’t know why you’re surprised.”
“Yes, I don’t know how I was surprised.” she said with a laugh. “Come on, we have an after party to go to, put back on your skirt.”
Tamlin rolled his eyes and pulled back on his skirt.
“Did you see Rhysand eyeing you from the stands?” she asked, poking his shoulder a bit.
Everyone in Tamlin’s friend group knew that Tamlin and Rhysand had once been big friends, but had stopped being friends due to some big family issue and had a falling out.
However, Feyre also knew he had never really stopped crushing on him. It was why they had broken up.
Tamlin flushed a little. “He was not.” he said in annoyance. “Don’t bother lying.”
“He totally was. I bet he thought you looked so cute.” she teased. “And, since the third of their little friend group, Cassian, is on the football team, so they’re probably gonna be there. Get your flirting on, chat him up. Get some d.” she winked and poked him lightly.
“Hey Tamlin, you looked great.” said a voice from the door. It was Tamlin’s best friend, Lucien.
“How could you see it?” Tamlin asked jokingly. Lucien was blind in one eye, and used golden contacts to look cool.
“Ha ha.” Lucien rolled his eyes and walked over, tightly hugging Tamlin from the side. “Come on, we got the party to go to.”
“How did you get invited, you aren’t on the team?” asked Elain, Feyre’s sister.
“I invited myself. Also, Tamlin.” said Lucien, squeezing Tamlin tightly.
Tamlin blushed slightly. Feyre rolled her eyes, because she was a good friend and loved to tease him for stupid reasons.
Tamlin giggled a little bit and followed Lucien and the other cheerleaders out to the after party and Rhysand’s house. Because Cassian was living there too, and he was hosting.
Very inconvenient.
~~
“You looked amazing out there!” called Nesta, Feyre’s other sister. She slammed into Tamlin, hugging him tightly. She was clearly already a little drunk.
“Hey Nesta, good to see you.” Tamlin said,
She reached out and patted his chest slightly. “So what a pretty boy out there.” she cooed, smiling up at him with a sloppy drunk look.
“Okay, thank you.” he said, removing himself from the girl’s clutches. “That’s nice of you.”
He turned slightly, looking for Rhysand, when he saw Cassian come over. “You looked amazing cheering for me.” he said with a smirk, patting his hair.
“I mean, it was the whole team, not just you.” Tamlin said, ducking slightly with a blush. And don’t blame him. Cassius was hot and so beefy. He really wanted to lick his abs sometimes. Not that he would ever admit it.
“Well, you can come cheer for me?” he suggested, leaning in and practically growling into Tamlin’s ear.
Tamlin looked around frantically and saw Feyre staring at him with a sly smile. She gave him a thumbs up and nodded.
“Okay.” said Tamlin, grabbing Cassian’s hand. “Let’s go then.”
Cassian smirked and dragged him off through a hallway to the bedrooms.
“Why does this house have so many bedrooms?” asked Tamlin as he was dragged down the hallway.
“I dunno, Rhysand’s dad is super rich.” said Cassian with a shrug.
“Don’t I know it.” Tamlin muttered. He let Cassian tug him into an empty bedroom and push him onto the bed.
~~
Tarquin walked up to Rhysand and Azriel. “Hey, do you know where Tamlin is?”
“No, he vanished a few hours ago.” said Azriel. “So did Cassian, but that's less surprising.” he sounded strangely upset about that.
“Oh, yeah, Cassian took Tamlin to one of your many bedrooms a few hours ago, I’m surprised you didn't notice.” said Feyre as she drifted over to them. “It was right after Nesta basically threw herself at him.” she giggled.
“He what?” asked Rhysand and Azriel in unison. They both looked strangely angry.
“Mhm. Lucien went over to get Tamlin, because he’s my designated driver and I have work tomorrow.” she hummed and drifted back off, looking for Nesta and Elain.
~~
Cassian ran the damp washcloth over Tamlin, making sure he felt okay. They were having chest to chest contact and Tamlin felt oddly comfortable, despite the aching in his crotch and the bruises on his back.
“I didn’t hurt you too much?” he asked, running a finger around the bruises on his back, but not touching it, just lightly running it over with the washcloth.
“Nah, I’m fine.” said Tamlin, stretching and pressing into Cassian’s chest deeper. “It was nice.” he slurred out, turning his face directly into his neck.
“I guess this isn’t the best timing to tell you I’ve had a small crush on you for a while.” said Cassian, smirking down at the blond.
“Not the most romantic of settings. Or times.” Tamlin said with a laugh.
There was a knock on the door and Lucien looked in. “Ah, sorry.” he said, red but looking at Tamlin’s very naked back and butt.
“What is it?” asked Tamlin, raising up his eyebrow.
“Feyre sent me to tell you you need to drive her home and that she has a shift soon.” Lucien said.
Tamlin nodded and got up. “Sorry Cassian, I gotta go. Friendship duties and all that.” he said, shrugging. “Sorry to leave you like this.”
“Nah, it’s fine. Be safe.” Cassian nodded and turned. “I’m gonna clean up here,” he added.
Tamlin nodded and pulled back on his skirt and a shirt from the pile of clothes that they had thrown on the floor. Lucien glared at Cassian’s back before following Tamlin out of the room and back to the party.
“Come on Feyre.” said Tamlin, finding the three sisters giggling around the punch bowl. “Drink some water, we have to get back so you can go to work.”
“Mhm, kay.” said Feyre, stumbling over to him.
Tamlin carried her over to the car, sighing as he strapped her into the passenger seat. “She’s gonna regret that in the morning.”
~~
When Tamlin woke up the next morning, he saw a text from Cassian. He wasn’t sure how, since he had never given him the number.
Unknown
‘Hey Tamlin. It’s Cassian. Just texting to make sure you’re okay and got home safe!!!’
Tamlin smirked and texted back.
Tamlin
‘Hey Cassian. Yeah, I’m fine, got home okay.’
It was barely a minute before the bubbles and dots popped up.
Cassian
‘Hi!!! Glad you’re okay!!! Anyway, I want you to know I wasn’t lying when I said I had a crush on you.’
Tamlin smirked and thought for a moment before texting back.
Tamlin
‘If this is your way of asking me out, then yes.’
Cassian
‘Great!!!
‘We can go out tonight if you’re free!!!’
Tamlin
‘Yep, I’m free.’
He could practically hear Cassian’s screech of joy on the other side of the screen.
#tamlinweek2023#tamlin week 2023#tamlin#tamlin week#pro tamlin#tamlin/cassian#cassian/tamlin#parties#high school parties#one night stands -> boyfriends#everyone likes tamlin
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IT'S TIME FOR A ROAD TRIP! Where are they going? Doesn't matter, it's about the journey not the destination! How well do the gaang+extras prepare for the multi-day car ride (van, actually? to fit everyone?), what are the assigned roles (if any), and how long before they go insane from boredom/small space.
before I realized that you were talking about modern au i was like yeah dude they go on road trips all the time...... that’s like actually most of the show....... but you meant like in a car oh ok
suki’s beloved truck can fit all of them. she mostly insists on driving, but sometimes ty lee or mai are allowed to take over (sokka can drive as well, but suki refuses to let him with this many people because she knows that if anything happened to them on his watch even if it wasn’t his fault he’d like. kill himself and she doesn’t need that rn)
sokka packs food & snacks, first aid, clothes, toiletries, portable chargers, physical maps in case all their phones somehow die, and anything else they might possibly need. he manages to fit it all inside one giant backpack with a billion pockets, that he insists on carrying with him at all times.
they take turns with the aux cord, except for ty lee, who was banned after she started playing a recording of a derrida lecture. why does she even have this on her phone??? they all wonder, except for mai, who’s like “bump this shit it’s my jam!!!!!”
zuko gets carsick almost immediately, so he goes to sit in the front with suki. he has nothing to say to her, and would much rather just stare out the window and watch the world roll by. any attempts she makes at conversation immediately get shut down by his terse, one-word responses. suki would be lying if she said this didn’t influence her decision to let mai take the wheel sooner than was strictly necessary.
if you’re wondering, they picked a weekend specifically when azula was busy so that ty lee and mai wouldn’t feel bad about not inviting her (she had a model congress trip).
it goes like this: aang suggests the road trip game, they all agree, only for it to immediately devolve into an argument between katara and toph which aang attempts fruitlessly to mediate. they decide on another road trip game instead, that is perhaps less competitive. rinse & repeat.
aang and katara take tons of pictures for posterity. they’re not so secretly both very proud that they were invited on this roadtrip with the cool older kids and want physical documentation of their achievement, even if said invite came from them begging sokka and sokka being like “sure.” then he also invites toph, because toph is his favorite.
they all take turns singing really obnoxiously and being told to shut the fuck up in turn. katara because she is attempting to hit mariah’s high notes, aang & toph because “99 bottles of beer on the wall” is aggravating as fuck, suki because she has a terrible voice and she’s “ruining the sanctity of mitski by humming along,” sokka because he keeps yelling “ITS BRITNEY BITCH” every time there’s a pause in the music, zuko because at first his singing along to “my heart will go on” was funny but now it sounds like he might actually be crying???, ty lee because she actually managed to do whistle tones and katara is mad now, and mai because she somehow got too loud while showing off that she does indeed know all the lyrics to smash mouth’s “all star.”
at sokka and aang’s insistence, they stop and take pictures at every tourist trap they can find. nobody has the heart to tell aang that sokka’s enthusiasm for these excursions is ironic, because aang seems genuinely excited to see a statue of an ant deemed “the largest sculpture of an ant in the tri-state area” and other such wonderful nonsense like that.
toph gets really hyper from all the snacks she devours, and mai has to keep her still while sokka uses a wet wipe to clean all the cheeto dust off her fingers before any of it gets on suki’s car and she makes all of them walk the rest of the way.
there’s a lull in the car as everyone’s energy wanes. the playlist is currently a chill indie mix, and everyone is content to stare out the window and daydream. then, suddenly, out of nowhere, ty lee asks, “would you make out with the grinch for a million dollars?” to which mai responds, “no, I’d only make out with him for FREE.”
they stop at a small mostly secluded beach and sokka is like “goddammit! beach towels! I forgot beach towels!!!” but it’s fine because suki actually keeps towels in her truck. zuko aang and katara get very into looking for the prettiest shell they can find, and then making the rest of them judge which shell is the prettiest. mai’s just like “congratulations on picking up all that beach trash,” and toph’s like “they all look the same to me,” but sokka gets really into judging each shell based on a rubric divided into color, shape, size, intactness, uniqueness, and overall “aesthetic cohesion.”
meanwhile ty lee and suki have wandered off to go find somewhere nearby that will sell them beer and not look too closely at their fake IDs. after having to nix the nearest store due to the fact that the cashier is clearly a gay man, they do manage to flirt their way into purchasing beer on their next attempt. they return bearing gifts, only for them to find sokka and aang poorly attempting to mediate an argument between katara and zuko over who found the superior shell, while mai and toph are all the way on the other end of the beach, where they’ve found a dead jellyfish being feasted upon by crabs (far cooler than any shell, if you ask them).
after their beach excursion, suki insists that they rid themselves of any and all sand that might find its way back into her baby (ie her truck). katara is like “but your car is a filthy mess already,” and if not for the fact that she’s sokka’s little sister, suki is fully prepared to tackle her into the ground.
due to the combination of twists and turns in the road and his earlier consumption of beer (he’s a massive lightweight) zuko does finally throw up on the side on the road (which mai and toph were definitely not taking bets on thank you very much). luckily, sokka packed mouthwash.
they go to a diner and try to all squeeze into one booth, which ultimately only works because they all agree to sit on each other’s laps. they cause an absolute ruckus like the incorrigible menaces they are, and their waitress resents them very much.
aang finally settles on a road trip game everyone can enjoy: truth or truth (like truth or dare but minus the dares because they are currently in a moving vehicle). zuko opts out because he’s [cough cough] “oh so terribly sick.” toph’s like “okay you’re just a pussy but whatever.”
all of katara’s questions are like “who do you have a crush on” and mai’s questions are like “are you afraid to die” and sokka’s questions are like “do you think morality is relative” and toph’s questions are like “what was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you” and suki’s questions are like “have you ever done anything illegal” (and then she calls you a coward if you say no) and ty lee’s questions are like “would you ever kill someone.” and zuko is asleep.
toph gets banned from the aux cord after she plays classical music (which suki deems unacceptable, and, well, it is her car). zuko gets banned from the aux cord after he plays “three little babes” by joanna newsom, which katara claims is “the worst song about children committing suicide together [she has] ever heard” (sokka and mai strongly disagree, but they also know better than to fight katara on this while in such a cramped space). mai finally gets banned from the aux cord after playing “all star” for the fifth time.
when they finally get back home, they chill in aang’s backyard, and he makes them all a salad, which is the best food they’ve ever tasted after eating nothing but junk for the past however many days. but then toph’s like “are you sure you don’t have steak?” and aang’s like “wtf toph no I don’t have steak” but sokka and mai like “okay steak sounds so good rn” so then the three of them leave to go get a steak...somewhere. suki and ty lee eventually leave too, to go to a party one of the other popular jock girls is throwing. it’s just aang, katara, and zuko left. aang and katara keep going back and forth reminiscing on their road trip like “remember that time when...?” “yeah that was so funny” and zuko’s like “yeah of course I remember that happened like two hours ago???” but they both ignore him, just happy to relive their glory days.
#anadventurerisfail#asks#modern au#not tagging everyone lmao#this was so much longer than I meant it to be#u better appreciate#also this made me wanna go on a road trip#which is insane because I hate road trips
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juke’s great ffxiv persona au masterpost
ok here we go
disclaimer as before my oc my wol my beloved tiamat is a big part of the story but not the main character, more a deuteragonist. g’raha gets to be the protag bc he just has that face. she’s the wol in here just like all my other works but is of course way different than “the wol” in this context since. that is not a thing. anyway
general setting and characters are the same as canon ffxiv. it takes place in a modern universe so everything is adjusted for that. all the races are present and for simplicity's sake i've given everyone a boring human lifespan, tho there's probably some worldbuilding shenanigans to fill in the gaps and callback to ffxiv (for example: there's some historical evidence that suggests viera used to live for hundreds of years, but since it can't be proven it's a matter of ongoing debate). overall the world doesn't super matter for the meat of the au but it's good to have the foundation
the story specifically takes place in sharlayan, which i imagine to be a somewhat rustic mid-sized college city. it boasts some of the most prestigious schools in the country and cost of living is through the goddamn roof. to live there you have to have roommates or get really, really lucky with scholarships that are as rare as winning the lottery. the leveilleur and baldesion families are the two Big Names there and they own various universities and institutes and housing. the baldesions aren't as wealthy or powerful, but offer more benefits to students at large regardless of their financial status or background. the vast majority of scholarships come from their programs and funding. on the flipside it's near impossible to get anything substantial out of the leveilleurs bc they're extremely picky about what to put their money into. there's a stigma surrounding hem as a result-- that the only people in their good graces did some shady under the table shit to get there. the bad part is they're not entirely wrong, but it's not bc of the leveilleur family themselves but associates with too much power and too little supervision.
the cast consists of all the scions from 2.0+ onward, with varying degrees of relevance and history. i'm trying to keep things like individual character development consistent with canon as far as timing and events goes, with some adjustments to be less bad. most are university students, friends/family of said students, or people with weird connections that just tossed them into the group. the scions were already established as an anti-shadow unit prior to the beginning of the story, so there's various relationships and dynamics for our dear catboy protag to learn when he shows up. only a handful of the scions are persona-users, with the others involved by their request (read: refused to take no for an answer) to provide means of support outside of battle.
and battle! i decided the Shadow Place is gonna be WORLD OF DARKNESS, and otherwise 13th inspired, which can be accessed by rifts that have been suddenly appearing across sharlayan with no discernible cause. touching a rift causes the person to warp to the world of darkness, which is like a fucked up spooky dilapidated version of sharlayan. except there's no other people there and it's full of shadows trying to kill you. anyone without a persona who falls in there is guaranteed to die, since the smaller rifts are a one-way trip. the scions have personas with support abilities that allow for an artificial rift to be opened and closed on command, from the outside, and that's how they explore. also most of them call the world of darkness "wod" (pronounced like wad) and it annoys y'shtola specifically.
the defining event happened four years prior to g'raha (designated fool and wild card) coming into the picture. it was catastrophic and massively traumatic, causing the deaths of some of the original scions, yda and minfilia, as well as their founder, louisoix, and kickstarted a lot of off-screen events that will come to a head later. suffice it to say there was a lot of anger and interpersonal conflicts in their group afterwards, leading to the severing of friendships and some notable persona users outright leaving. over the last few years the atmosphere HAS settled somewhat, but bad blood is still very much present and not everyone wants to talk to each other.
characters and things they do and! i forget characters all the time so if i missed any (and i def missed some) don't worry about it
original scion persona users:
y'shtola (empress): magic dps and heal. uses agi. current team leader
urianger (hierophant): heal/support. uses zio
thancred (emperor): physical dps and debuff. uses slash
yda (strength): physical burst dps. used strike
papalymo (tower): magic dps and debuff. uses bufu
new scion persona users:
alphinaud (justice): heal/support. uses hama
alisaie (magician): mixed phys/magic utility. uses slash, zio, and agi
krile (temperance): navigator. can open artificial rifts
g'raha (fool): wild card. starting persona is mixed dps and support. uses pierce and garu
??? persona users:
tiamat (death): mixed phys/magic dps. uses slice, agi, and mudo. current field leader
estinien (hermit): phys dps and debuff. uses pierce
ysayle (moon): heal/support. uses bufu and hama
zenos (devil) phys burst dps. uses slice and mudo
non-persona users still involved:
louisoix (aeon)
minfilia (high priestess)
tataru (fortune)
moenbryda (chariot)
arenvald (star)
haurchefant (lovers)
aymeric (hanged man)
lyse (sun)
and more.................
some various details that are important to the plot:
-tiamat was supposed to be the wild card, but the Thing four years ago exploded the possibility of her journey and caused her arcana to settle as death. neither she nor anyone else knows that she was the og fool since she didn’t awaken back then, and only g’raha (as the current fool) could possibly learn of this at some point.
-g’raha moved to sharlayan thanks to a baldesion scholarship and connections through krile who, as the granddaughter of the founder, pulled some strings to help her bff out of an otherwise tricky situation back home. he has never met any of the scions and only knows about them based on what krile said.
-alphinaud and alisaie attend a nearby high school after kicking a fit (or, alisaie kicking a fit) over not wanting to go to a faraway Fancy Private School their father picked out, bc they wanted to stay close to their grandfather’s legacy. much like in canon, they’re both chasing down what exactly louisoix was so invested in... which gets them into the persona business.
-tiamat is the only member of the earlier scions group to not technically be a scion at all (since it’s a funded university group for current enrollments) and also not be in any kind of school. she’s just there
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Strange Case of Dr. Kreizler and Mr. Brühl - Ch. 3
A "Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde" AU
Modern!Laszlo/Daniel x Fem!Reader Series
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Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, cemetery tourism, death & life legacy conversations, Pulp Fiction reference
Chapter Word Count: 2.4k
Chapter 3 -
His email invitation for coffee arrived, and you were all too eager to accept. Especially after googling his name and place of employment.
Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, founder and director of the Kreizler Institute devoted to the physical safety and mental well-being of all children, no matter their life situation. Every article and interview about the institute glowed with praise for the work and research done there. Of course, no one was credited or applauded more than Dr. Kreizler himself for maintaining direct involvement with the children who lived there.
You’d nearly melted in your chair. A man with his looks who was also good with children? It was too good to be true. And that was before you’d even read more about the man himself and the academic accolades to his name. A doctor of psychology, with subfield credits in forensic and developmental disciplines, as well as psychopharmacology. It looked like he succeeded in every endeavor he undertook, emerging as a respected leader in his field whether authoring a new paper or testifying in court.
Respected, perhaps, but not the most beloved, it seemed. You’d found more than a few articles commenting on the doctor’s awkward, formal, even brusque and arrogant demeanor. Most seemed to attribute it to the socially stunted growth of such a preternaturally brilliant mind, but it made you all the more intrigued.
When 2:30 pm on Thursday afternoon finally rolled around, you couldn’t shut down your laptop fast enough. You snuck past Bitsy’s desk and outside into the early-autumn chill, letting the afternoon sun warm your skin as you headed for the coffee shop. It wasn’t one that you were familiar with, and as you drew up to the old brick building, taking in the elegant facade, it seemed befitting to the man who suggested it.
The rich wood interior presented a plush, inviting space that hung heavy with the scent of fresh roasted coffee. A quick glance at your watch confirmed that you were two minutes early, but you easily spotted the doctor sitting in a plush wingback chair with a steaming coffee cup already resting on the low table opposite a matching chair.
He was dressed in another dark, expertly tailored suit, and your mouth watered at the cobalt green vest against his white shirt. Especially when you noticed the elegant silver chain of an honest-to-God pocket watch resting against the gorgeous green fabric. The sight of it rushed a bolt of heat down your spine – fuck, it should be illegal for him to make something so antiquated look so attractive.
Sliding your bag off your shoulder, your shoes thudded against the old wood flooring. He looked up from his phone, easily sliding it into an interior pocket of his suit jacket as he stood with a pleasant expression. “Good afternoon.” Your name rolled smoothly off his tongue. “Thank you for accepting my invitation. Please.” He gestured to the chair opposite his and you both sat.
Already, you were helplessly charmed. “Thanks again for extending the invite, but again, it was completely unnecessary.”
He nodded dismissively. “On that, we shall disagree.” His gaze drifted up as footsteps approached.
“Good afternoon again, doctor,” a young man jovially greeted before he turned to look at you. “Something to drink, miss?”
You ordered your usual without a second thought, and the server nodded back at you before speaking. “Of course. Sit tight and I’ll have it right out.”
Laszlo nodded up at the young man. “Thank you, Pierre.”
“No problem, Dr. K.”
The nickname sparked an endearing warmth in your chest, and you arched a curious brow, trying to curb your smile as the server departed. “You must be quite the regular here to get table-side service.”
A lovely blush dusted the tops of his ears as his mouth pulled to a closed-off, embarrassed smile. “My office simply happens to be close by, and I prefer the atmosphere here over that of a Starbucks.”
“No arguments there.” Part of you couldn’t help but wonder if he used this place for professional meetings, or if this shop was more of a personal haunt. You certainly didn’t want to make any assumptions about which category you fell in given what you knew of his recent widower status.
You settled back against the cozy chair, gaze softening with admiration as you spoke. “You know, after you handed me your card, I couldn’t resist looking you up in return – and the work that you do for those under-represented children is just incredible. I promise not to go on and on about it, but it’s truly commendable. If you planned to use this meeting to restore my image of you as a kind person, you’re too late.”
His gaze shifted askance for the briefest second before it returned to yours with startling sincerity. “Playing at deception does not benefit either of us, regardless of your personal impressions of me. But thank you for your kind words,” he added, as if it were an afterthought. “The institute’s accomplishments speak for themselves, and the future is indeed promising.”
His surprising side-glance piqued your interest as Pierre’s footsteps sounded on the heavy wood and a steaming cup settled on the low table next to Laszlo’s. Pierre departed without a word, and you cast about for something to say, wondering if the doctor would welcome your curiosity.
Laszlo tilted his head as he regarded you, his expression regretful to match his words. “Please allow me to apologize in full earnestness for what transpired during our first meeting. You scarcely deserved my sharp tongue for just trying to help.”
You shook your head in disagreement. “No, please – I don’t usually…well, truthfully, I have never approached someone like that before. But I saw you standing there in the rain, and the look on your face…,” you bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flush, “and I couldn’t walk away.”
The corner of his mouth lifted with sad memory. “I know that she – Mary, that is – would appreciate your concern for me.”
Your stomach clenched at the mention of her name and it brought the memory of his forlorn figure by her graveside to your mind. “I hope that you’re doing well…or, at least, better since that day.”
His eyes sparked with something that you couldn’t place. “The process of grief is a journey that we all take with time, but I do find there are glimmers of hope since that day. In fact, sometimes I do feel – as they say – quite like a new man.”
You nodded, reaching down for your steaming cup. “I’m glad. Actually, I’ve been a little worried about you ever since – I wasn’t entirely sure that you weren’t going to throw yourself in after her.”
“I assure you that thought never crossed my mind.”
Immediately, you wanted to ask what he had been thinking. What had run through his mind as his gaze burned through her grave? What had he vowed to himself – to Mary – as he stood watching dirt heap atop her casket? As much as your curiosity wanted satisfaction, you knew it was hardly appropriate to ask. You took a sip of your drink, letting the rich flavor wash over your tongue.
He leaned forward for his own beverage, blowing gently to dispel curls of steam. “And what brought you to Green-Wood in such dismal weather?”
You took a sip before speaking. “I had just moved back and hadn't visited my parents since before I left. It seemed wrong to have visited so many other cemeteries, but not theirs.”
He arched an elegant brow, returning his cup to the table. “A taphophile, then?”
Your eyes lit with surprise as your smile widened in appreciation. “That’s not a very common word. Are you one, too?”
“I don’t consider visiting cemeteries a hobby, no. But I suppose that some do have an undeniable appeal.”
“Well, now I have to know – which ones hold your so-called ‘undeniable appeal’?”
He made an elegant gesture with his left hand as his right continued to rest on his lap. “Highgate in London has a fascinating history and offers many opportunities for self-reflection. And, of course, Paris' Père Lachaise is quite renowned.”
You couldn’t restrain an envious sigh. “That one is on my bucket list, for sure…if it’s not too weird to say it that way….”
Amusement shone in his brown eyes. “Not at all. And for yourself, do you have any favorites?”
You carefully dug in your memory, not wanting to bore him. “For me, it’s the stories that make them memorable. I remember one cemetery in Kentucky hosted a family that lost eight members in one week due a cholera epidemic. And yet another – a Kansas military cemetery with a far, sidelined corner of 14 tombstones that only bear a name and date of death. If you didn’t already know, then you’d never know that they’re the graves of 14 German prisoners of war who were sentenced and hung for crimes committed during WW2.” You paused for a sip of your drink, taking in his careful, rapt expression. His active listening was unspeakably flattering – such a rare skill to find, but given his profession, it shouldn’t surprise you.
You wet your lip before continuing. “Those POWs are a weedy, forgotten slice of history now, but I’m sure that’s never what they imagined for their story…but there’s something to be said for confronting the past of bygone eras that lends a pensive perspective on our own mortality. Makes you realize that we’re all one step – or misstep – away from having our own stories written, you know?”
Your cheeks flushed, realizing you said far more than you intended to. “Well, at least for me, anyway. Sorry…I didn’t mean to presume about you.”
“That’s quite alright. It’s a fair presumption to say that reflection on the dead yields reflection on our own lives and the impressions we leave behind. It’s an insightful, often revealing question to ask oneself what will be said after we die.” Another wave of uncertain concern flashed across his face before he blinked it away.
You regarded him in silent thought, surprised at his reaction. Was he concerned about the story that would be told at his own funeral? Why would someone with his legacy and accomplishments worry about that? Your contributions to the world could hardly be called noteworthy or altruistic, so of course, you had creeping doubts about your own life story. But him? It made you want to ask – but hell, you had probably already earned yourself a place on his psychologist couch. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise you if he recommended therapy once your drinks were finished.
He took a sip of his drink, his face brightening with sudden thought before speaking quietly. “Although, if you’ll forgive the poor segue – speaking of cholera, I think you may find El Museo de las Momias de Guanajuato in Mexico of particular interest.” The Spanish rolled off his tongue with fluent ease. “A collection of naturally mummified bodies interred during a cholera outbreak in 1833, if I recall the year right.”
You couldn’t resist a smirk over the rim of your cup. “And here I was worried that you were going to put me on depression watch or recommend therapy over an unnatural obsession with death.”
He fixed you with a shrewd stare. “You don’t exhibit any such red-flag signs. It can be healthy to have a respect and awareness of death, but all things in moderation.”
You nodded. “Well, that’s reassuring. And thanks for the recommendation, I’ll have to look that up.” Your gaze held his, unable to curb your growing smile or the fluttering warmth in your heart. “You can rattle off museum names in Spanish. With your accent, I assume that you speak German – and you’re well-traveled between the UK, France, and Mexico…how’s a girl supposed to compete?”
His bashful blush from earlier returned full-force and for the first time, he looked notably shy. Surely, someone as handsome and accomplished as him wasn’t so unaccustomed to female attention. But, then again, maybe given the recent passing of his wife, he truly wasn’t used to it.
Oh, shit. How had you forgotten? “Sorry,” you said quickly. “I didn’t mean to imply anything – that was awfully insensitive of me given the recent passing of your wife.”
He gave a curt shake of his head. “She wasn’t my wife…but that would have been nice.”
You smiled weakly, still wanting to kick yourself. “It’s obvious that you care for her very much.”
He nodded faintly before taking another drink. “Be that as it may, there’s only so much light to be found looking back on sunset memories." His eyes pinned you in place with a warm glint. "But looking ahead, I find the horizon’s dawn is much brighter.”
You couldn’t help the hopeful swell that rose in your chest as your heart skipped a beat. The air sparked between you, alive with a current of new exciting promise. His mouth edged a small, hesitant smile that you found endlessly intriguing. What would it take for you to see him smile in full?
He cleared his throat gently, looking back to his cup for another drink. “Well, you seem to have read quite a bit about me and my work, but your LinkedIn profile is sadly lacking in details.”
You laughed softly, shaking from your thoughts and trying to calm the electrified rush of your heart. “Yeah, I know – like I tell my boss, I’ll get it updated someday. Officially, I’m a Project Manager, but that’s just a fancy way to say that I solve problems, if you’ll allow the 'Pulp Fiction' quote.”
He blanched in surprise. “You readily associate your job description with the mob cleaner, Winston Wolf?”
You couldn’t hold back an affectionate laugh at his scandalized look. “Usually, it just makes people laugh. You’re the first to express concern about it when, actually, he’s a model for effective management skills. Being reliable; prioritizing and attacking in order; always paying attention to details; and certainly, in the proof that you can’t manage what you don’t understand.”
Surprising, fond amusement softened his face. Slowly, he nodded as if conceding a point. “Clearly, you’ve given the comparison a fair amount of thought. And, perhaps, you’re not wrong.” His gaze turned far more perceptive, as if he could see everything about you and knew some great truth that you had yet to uncover.
A curious shiver raced down your spine but you found yourself unwilling to look away from him.
“What makes -”
“Will you –”
You both broke off speaking, looking away as an awkward grin overtook your face. And as you met his gaze again, drawn to the warm light in his amber brown eyes, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time that you saw Laszlo Kreizler.
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{+18} – Sweet Tease ~ Marco x S/O – Requested
Modern AU. Female S/O. No physical descriptions. Everybody is 18+. No spoilers.
TW: NSFW, teasing, public sex.
Word count: 2.4K
A/N: Thank you so much for asking for this request! It’s the first time I write for Marco and I loved the idea! I hope you like it ♥
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31416047
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A busy afternoon in your life, you grab your phone and text your boyfriend, Marco.
14:54. You > Oi babe, are you busy today?.
15.30. Dr.M > Hey darling, I’m having a big surgery in about an hour, I don’t know much is going to take, but whenever I’m out I’ll txt you. Love you!.
Again, your partner, one of the best doctors in town is busy. You don’t blame him, but you haven’t seen him in almost a week, and besides your heart, your skin misses him more than anything. You’ve been dreaming about getting railed by him for the last two days, you know you need him.
“I should get back to work”, you say to yourself, trying to forget how needy for him you are. And the afternoon passes, and there is no text from Marco.
Your coworkers invite you for some drinks after work and you just accept, because deep down you know you aren’t going to meet with your boyfriend tonight either.
After some beers, a notification pops up on your phone screen. “It’s him”, you tell your friend showing her the phone. “I have an idea, don’t just go straight to the point…”, she says to you. “What do you mean?”, you ask confused. “Well, you should tease him little by little, until he gets so needy for you that he has no other choice than leaving everything aside, and fuck you”, she says with an evil grin. You both laugh out loud and enjoy the rest of the evening.
While walking home, what your friend has told you at the bar, begins to replay in your brain. “She might be right, I should make him want me…”, you think while opening the door.
Once inside, you text Marco back just to tell him you got home safe, but he doesn’t answer. He is probably asleep
already. You pass out on your bed thinking the best ways to tease him… photos?, texts?, visiting him?... you set up a plan that wish it works.
06:30 Dr.M > Morning baby. I’m sorry about yesterday. We’ve been very busy lately. I promise I’ll compensate for it.
07:45 You > Good morning, it’s ok. You know… I dreamt about you, about us.
07:48 Dr.M > What did you dream of?
07:49 You > Something I wish I could be doing to you, now... But right now, I’m a little late for work. I’ll text you later. Love you. Mwah.
07:51 Dr.M > I wonder what it is… have a nice day at work. Love u.
You are determined to slowly rise up the heat, from day to night, but subtly. “That will do”, you think, and let your phone aside, sure that letting Marco on read could make a difference.
Your day at work got super busy, so you barely had time to grab your phone. You wonder sometimes about your beloved, but your attention is instantly drawn to your tasks. At lunch you have a little more time and take your phone, Marco has sent you a text asking if you have already eaten. This is a good chance for you to tease him, so you decide to follow the next stage of your plan. Today, you’ve chosen to wear a pencil skirt that allows the skin of your thighs to show, so you take a photo of your lunch over your legs. You were just commenting about the food, but there is no way he wouldn’t get to see one of his favourite parts of your body.
07:51 Dr.M > Yummy! Enjoy your meal, babe. By the way, love that skirt.
“Good, he noticed the skirt”, you think to yourself while eating the little sandwich and think about what’s next.
The working day is coming to an end, and you get a phone call from your boyfriend. He tells you that this weekend the hospital would have a charity banquet, and if you want to come with him. Of course, you accept immediately, not only because you want to be with him, but also because you just love parties.
After leaving work, you head directly to a dress shop, and as you try the perfect one for the party, you know this is an opportunity for teasing him you won’t let pass. You pick the sexiest red dress in the store, and head to the dresser.
The dress shows your back perfectly until the start of your bottom. Little straps hold a cowl neckline and it also has a deep slit on the left side of the skirt, so you can show your leg.
Posing on the mirror of the dresser, showing your back, and leg you snap a picture and send it to him. Luckily he answers right away.
18:02 You > What do you think babe? I like this dress for the banquet.
18:03 Dr.M > Damn… I love it. You look like a goddess, you know?.
You couldn’t be happier about his reaction, so you buy the dress and head home.
After taking a shower, and still covered with only a towel you video call Marco. This is just another step of the plan, and somehow you just love it. He is still at the hospital, but you don’t care. You want him to wish he wasn’t there.
Your lover picks up and after realizing you were practically naked, stunned, he covers the screen with his big skilled hands. “Babe, I’m alone at my office but… are you naked?”, he says a little bit agitated. “I am, but a towel is covering me. I just miss you, wanted to see your pretty face after a hot shower”, you say pouting with a suggestive tone. “I - I miss you too, babe…”, he says while he seems to worship the image of you on his phone screen. “I wish you were here…” you confess to him while rolling your eyes back. “I wish I was there too, baby… aren’t you cold?”, he says now and you can sense how his voice becomes a little bit cracked. You recognize this is an amazing opportunity to keep up with your plan, so you say, “I am, yes. Give me a sec, I’m going to put my robe on”.
You stood up from bed, put your phone over your dresser so Marco could still see you and let your towel fall to the floor, leaving your body completely exposed to him. “Babe…” he gasps, and you just giggle.
You watch how he pushes himself far from the desk, laying his back over the chair backrest, letting you admire his torso, and of course, his crotch. A bulge is shown in his scrubs pants, and he slowly slides a hand there.
“Dr Marco, it’s an emergency, they need you in trauma”, a voice resonates in his office, and he quickly lifts his hands, covering the screen and camera from his phone. “Oh, yeah I’ll be right there”, he says, trying to hide the arousal he was experiencing.
Annoyed, but not mad at him, throw your robe on and wait for him to come back to the call. “I’m sorry babe, I’m really sorry”, he says, mortified. “It’s ok doc, we can continue later. See you tomorrow, love you”, you tell him, a little bit sad, but still showing how much you want him.
After dinner, you go to bed, replaying the memories of his sweet anatomy and how you wished you'd seen him jacking off to your body at the office. Yet, you know tomorrow is the big party, and you have better plans than just making him touch himself over the phone.
Another busy day of work passes and you are finally at home getting ready for the big event. You know how much he likes when you use that specific perfume with citric hints of orange and a little bit of pineapple, so you spray it all over you. The red dress you bought yesterday flows sexy over your skin, and you are ready to make tonight, a night of a lifetime.
Marco is waiting for you outside in his car, you make him wait just for a few minutes. He knows you will be using that dress, and he wants to see you wearing it right now, but you want him to crave for it, so you just text him with a “Give me a sec”.
When you finally open the door, you let your keys fall to the ground. In order to pick them up, you first make sure he is watching and then bend down, lifting your dress subtly from the slit of the skirt.
Acting as if nothing happened, you hop in his car, and kiss his cheek. “Hello doc, I missed you”. You see how Marco watches you from top to bottom, slightly stopping at the slit on the skirt, admiring how your thigh spreads a little once you are sitting.
After allowing Marco to enjoy for some seconds your skin, you step up, and cross your legs. A fire on his sleepy eyes ignites, and somehow you just adore to make him heat up.
But your blond hot doctor is not the only one who is getting hot in there, you certainly are too. He looks so perfect, formally dressed with a black suit. You wished he’d stop driving, and take you right there, in the middle of the street. You just don’t care. But you wait…
When you finally arrive at the charity event, everybody turns their head to admire the young successful doctor Marco and his perfect girlfriend. Some wishing they were Marco, others, you. But everybody is amazed by how powerful and pretty you both are.
You are greeted by Marco's colleagues and are invited to sit on your corresponding table. They serve you gourmet plates made by a famous chef called Vinsmoke Sanji.
A show starts, a magician makes entertaining tricks on the scenery, and everybody including Marco is enjoying the show. You suddenly had the idea of teasing your boyfriend a little bit more, so you subtly slide a hand over his lap, caressing it faintly. You notice how his muscles react instantly to the soft touch of your hand over his black trousers. He looks at you, but you don’t look back at him, you simply keep enjoying the magic show.
He then places his hand over yours, and slowly interlocks fingers. He makes your hand move up, closer to his groin. You can feel how hard he is with the side of your hand. Deep down you wished to touch him, but you want him to burn in desire, so you slowly lift your hand up, and grab your cup of red wine. He sighs soundly. “I’m going to tease until it hurts how much you want to fuck me, Marco”, you thought with an evil grin on your face.
The show is over, and an auction starts in order to raise funds for charity. Every rich person there starts to push. You just maintain quiet, you are not as rich as them, but Marco on the other hand... He places a bid for some paintings and you just wait.
The auction comes to an end, and the organizers announce that the guest can pass to the dancing saloon if they want. Of course you want, you know there is where the next stage of your plan will take place.
You grab Marco’s hand and walk to the next saloon. Lights are now down low and the music starts to play. You both start slow dancing, your bodies closer to each other, Marco’s hand placed on your back, and the other over your waist. You pass your hands on the back of his neck. You move slowly, sexy, rubbing your stomach against his, while looking up at his eyes with an inviting sight. Getting drunk on the smell of his manly perfume, you remember how much you love and desire his body.
He places a soft kiss over your lips, that you accept gratefully. Your lower stomach feels how a hard bulge is forming once again on Marco’s groin, and you just can’t take it anymore, you need him. And he needs you too. But the music stops, and now it’s time for dessert, so you both walk back to your seats.
A sweet chocolatey dessert is served. You are delighted, he is too. You grab a piece of cake and devour it from the little spoon, slowly moving it on your mouth while looking straight to his eyes. He gasps, he is suffering. It must be painful to hide, to hold back how much you want to fuck someone surrounded by your colleagues and people in general. His manhood is probably hurting from the pressure the pants are making over it. He needs you; you can see it in his eyes.
You place the silver spoon over your lips for an instance and giggle. Once you finish your cake, you stand up, pass your hand all over his back, from one shoulder to the other, and slowly bend over him to approach his ear. “I need to use the toilet…”, you say to him with an inviting tone.
As you walk to the bathroom you can feel his piercing gaze over your body, and you know he got the message.
You wait for him, and a few minutes after and a quick scan of the place to ensure nobody was watching, he grabs you by your throat and pushes inside of one of the bathroom stalls.
“I can’t take it anymore, I just need to fuck you right here, babe”, he says to you while kissing your neck desperately, pushing your back against the cold marble walls of the toilet.
None of you can wait, no place for foreplay, you want him to penetrate you right now. He slides his hand under your dress by the slit of the skirt discovering you are not wearing any panties. That only makes him even more aroused. He unbuckles his belt, and lets his pants fall to the floor, revealing his big erect member.
You bite your lower lip, grinning. Marco lifts his white shirt, so you can admire his well-defined abs and the tattoo that garnishes his chest with that blue ink. Next you know is him lifting your leg, and penetrating you with a hard thrust, deep inside you. An intense pounding that sends you to heaven, both of your heartbeat accelerating, losing control of your breathing.
You two finally reach climax, and let him impregnate you with all of his warm juices. He groans, “Oh baby girl, you don’t how much I needed you, one of these days you are going to kill me”.
And you smile, because you know that your plan was a success… ♥
#marco the phoenix#marco one piece#marco x you#marco x reader#marco the pineapple#one piece x reader#one piece x y/n#one piece x you#one piece x oc#one piece x marco
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massive thank you to my followers for getting me to this milestone, and also to everyone who sent in fics!! while i can’t confess to having read all of these works (i’m getting there tho) each comment is from the person who submitted it 💛 i’ve decided to keep this up as a regular thing, hopefully to be able to traffic some more readers to lesser known writers too so keep an eye out for that link
these have been listed in the order i received them, multi chapter works have either the masterlist or first chapter linked, please pay attention to warnings on the individual works
@bee-dameron - kair’ta - din/reader - this is one of my own recs, the original holder of my din djarin loving heart, ellie knows what they’ve done to me.
@keeper0fthestars - would you let me - din/reader - again, a rec of mine, solely responsible for planting tattooed!din in my head. a concept which haunts me daily.
@thosewickedlovelies - into the woods - frankie/reader - my beloved rachael took a middle of the night shitpost of mine and turned it into something truly beautiful, i can’t wait to see where it goes.
@anxiety-riddled-mando - shereshoy - mando!oc/reader - the last of my suggested fics, lives rent free in my head and the only thing i will accept as canon. jon favreau who??
@firstofficerwiggles - caretaker - din/reader - It's my fic so this is a hard question to answer but I think the story's strengths are it's romance and the blend of other elements like humor and action.
@heatherbel - desideratum - din/reader - Gorgeous poetic romance with Din Djarin.
@jura-moon - chrysalis - din/reader - The most beautiful slow burn one shot you will ever read. Jura's writing is beyond special. Sweet, emotional, sexy gorgeousness in fic form.
@wille-zarr - in fields of white - din/reader - I wrote it lolllll jshshdhs.
@papercinders - enigma - obi wan/reader - the description of everything!! im not gonna make sense but gosh the author hooks you with the first chapter and drags you along by the neck for the next four
@waatermelon-sugaar - want to kiss? - poe/reader - So sexy 🥵.
@michaelperry - amidst the to and fro - din/reader - It’s a rebel!Din Djarin AU fic that is such a cool what-if idea and is written so beautifully. Din’s characterization is perfect and the whole thing is super sweet and soft. It’s one of my favorite fics I’ve read recently (tbh everything I’ve read of hers so far is amazing).
@maharani-radha-writes - cultural differences - javier/reader - It’s wonderful to be able to experience a little bit of someone else’s culture! And Javi doing his best to accommodate and understand is great to see!
@pumpkin-stars - waiting - frankie/reader - this fic has everything, angst, absolutely staggering symbolism, talk of death, frankie morales and the origin of his iCONIC hat (need i say more) (yes I will), heartache, taking chances, more angst, acceptance, a love confession, a happy ending. This fic is written with such care and empathy it is easily one of my fave frankie fics <3.
@katlikeme - it’s all the same down in the capital - reader + clones - Kat knows my whole heart belongs to her because this fic and i get all weepy just thinking about it.
@fromthedeskoftheraven - visions of sugarplums - jack/reader - being snowed in with Jack Daniels and his endless list of sweet pet names for you. And the pining!
@mourningbirds1 - the crossroads i’m standing at - javier/steve - Javier peña and steve murphy and all the yearning and pining possible <3.
@miceenscene - star-crossed - din/ofc - din djarin soulmate au that takes your breath away.
@filthybookworm - nothing more and nothing different - frankie/reader - the most beautiful character study of frankie morales and his love languages
@ladylothlorien - oberyn is our greatest post-punk novelist - oberyn/reader - beautifully written modern!oberyn.
@itssmashedavo - mary magdalene - javier/ofc - Incredible OC, excellent pacing and very good writing. 10/10 would recommend.
@corellianhounds - geroya - din + covert - The cutest slice of life Mando fic that I can’t stop thinking about. A lovely unique look at Din from the POV of the covert foundlings.
@millllenniawrites - warmth - poe/reader - love how Poe is portrayed in all their fics, but this one especially as it's such a slow build, and I can really feel everything when I read it! Also sex pollen is one of my favourite tropes ngl.
@brandyllyn - doppelgänger - nathan/reader - Wow - everything. This fic is just- so perfect! I love how Nathan makes an AI of himself (and believes that everyone would fuck themselves, given the chance) - that is one os the most in-character things I've ever seen Nathan do in fic - it's just perfect! Also love how bad Nathan is in bed at first, and the ending is so hot. Love love love this fic, I reread it regularly.
@youvebeenlivingfictional - don’t treat my love like a habit - santiago/reader - I love reading this series because I love how the characters develop, and how their relationships change over time too. I love the imagery in this fic and its such a comfort read. (Also there needs to be an honourary mention of Magnetic too, by the same author as it has excellent slow-burn pacing).
@woakiees - mistakes and sour grapes - poe/reader - I love how, although its modern-day Poe, it also does a really good job of showing Poe's struggles as he tries to adapt to civilian life. I also really enjoy the slow build between the two of them and Finn's friendship with the reader (also it's made me desperate to try a chocolate cake shot lol).
@woakiees - and you keep me holding on - santiago/reader - it made me cry so much!!! the emotion, the days counting, the pain of poor Santi, just everything its so good
@brandyllyn - to sell your love for peace - javier/reader - omg ok. the writing in this was so good, and the foreshadowing was excellent - the whole time, I had a sneaking suspicion of what was going to happen, but the clues were so expertly scattered in that I had just convinced myself I was wrong when... (AAAAHHHH I screamed you have no idea it was so good).
@writingletterstothefire - she loves me - santiago/reader - the suspense! I love knowing things that the characters dont and I cant wait to find out how they react! I really enjoy this authors writing too.
@witchyavenger - coffee - richard/reader - how sweet it is!! I just wanna give Richard some love too, he deserves the world, (and the moodpboard for this fic is so good also).
#big forehead kisses for anyone who sent their own work in!!! we love to see it!!!!#liz's follower celebration!!#fic recs#good words#also if u don't see ur rec here lmk and i'll be happy to let u know why#the mandalorian#star wars#narcos#triple frontier
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i’ve seen a lot of modern au stuff where ike is portrayed as struggling in school and more or less fitting into the “meathead jock” stereotype except for having some emotional awareness and common sense, but... do we really know he isn’t smart?
we have actual evidence of fe lords kind of being dumbasses in academic fields (ephraim lol), but we’re never really shown anything with that for ike, seeing as he’s a common mercenary who didn’t get tutoring in a formal sense. and yeah, that might suggest that he wouldn’t have great schooling, but considering how greil was a famed rider of daein, i’d imagine he’d have enough knowledge to impart upon ike and mist that they’d have a fair bit more knowledge than the average merc. yeah ike didn’t really know laguz existed until he was like 17, but that arguably could be because, spoiler warning, his memories of his childhood were lost after seeing greil kill elena. thing is, i’m not even sure greil was aware that ike saw that, or even had his memory wiped, so i think it’s pretty likely that he just assumed ike remembered life in gallia, and that he didn’t need to explain why there were furries everywhere. actually if my theory is right the scene in the forest when they’re explain laguz must be really confusing to greil, like “wtf ike how did you forget the huge lion man you saw all the time”
and then people take his short words for him not being good with words and language, but based on all the amazingly sassy lines he gets in both 9 and 10, that doesn’t really seem to be the case. in fact, ike chooses to only say what’s necessary and be straightforward about everything because of how he views the world, and after having seen the dumpster fire of the senators of begnion, he’d especially think that covering up the truth with pleasantries and dishonesty would just lead to more issues (he’s actually right, too— the senators used being overly pretentious and lavish to hide the fact they caused the genocide that very nearly made an entire race go extinct. for 20 years everyone thought that reyson was literally the only heron alive).
the closest sort of thing we have for a case to be made that he isn’t great at things like math would be this line from heroes:
but honestly, i don’t think it’s trying to say he can’t manage it. it seems more like a cute nod to how soren keeps track of the finances, and just gives ike a report at the end of the day. once he gets a handle on being commander of the mercs, it seems like managing company finances isn’t a massive struggle to ike.
or maybe he’s just too gay for math idk
but we’ve got a lot of evidence pointing towards the idea that he’s actually got a pretty good head on his shoulders. we have to remember that he’s a military commander, and later general, that’s shown to be incredibly talented even if he’s following soren’s strategies and not his own, seeing as he’s led the greil mercenaries to victory for a number of battles that seemed impossible for them to succeed in. he won a seemingly-impossible war only after having been a commander for maybe a little over a year when he’d only been legally an adult for half that time, so i’d say that’s pretty impressive.
he’s also sort of charismatic in his own way, seeing how he managed to convince the hawk tribes and reyson to join their cause, even if it was from the fact he was too stubborn to let leanne off his back and potentially subject her to danger. when he’s made general for a second time against his own reluctance, sigrun tells him that he’s the only person they could all agree on due to his history, and it’s likely he’s one of the only individuals that would be fully respected by the entirety of the empress’ army. i think the best part of that is that, even with all the fame and power he’s been given, he never loses sense of himself and gets a big head. i mean, his response to sigrun saying that he was the only one who was important and beloved enough to serve as general was him essentially saying “ugh fine, but you’re getting a heck of a bill once this is over,” meaning that even in the face of power he still just views himself as a common mercenary.
while he is admittedly kind of naïve at the start of fe9, throughout the campaign it becomes evident that he’s actually a very good judge of character, and he can catch on to things before others. there’s actually a load of evidence for this, like how he’s willing to believe elincia’s telling the truth about her being a princess, or how he very quickly recognizes the fact that the senators of begnion are scumbags (a note i wanted to add to that, he’s actually able to piece together sanaki’s plans for exposing oliver without it needing to be explained to him outside of the missions the mercenaries were hired for. seriously, ike is a lot smarter than he seems at first). meanwhile, even if you’re not having him support soren he catches on to the fact that there’s something bothering him, and then there’s how he was willing to trust both volke and sothe, especially considering titania advised him not to continue work with the former because of how he was kinda sketchy. if nothing else, he’s empathetic and clever. also i’m like 90% sure that a number of enemy bosses get fucked over real bad after assuming that ike would be a bad leader ‘cause they think ike’s just a dumbass kid with no clue what he’s doing
bruh i blame fates and smash for making people think he’s a meathead
#letikebesmart2k21
#fire emblem#fe9#fe10#fe9/10#tellius#ike#long post#shroud speaks#also please take this with a grain of salt because it’s sort of been a while since i last played the games#so it’s pretty likely i’m misremembering something on here
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Assassins Creed PacRim AU suggestion! Kassandra and Brasidas are 1000000% Drift Compatible. I mean how could they not be with that warehouse scene? Also Nikolaos and Stentor are essentially the equivalent of the Aussie father/hot-headed son duo.
YESSSSS aklsdjfla kassandra and brasidas are ABSOLUTELY drift compatible and omfg i didn’t even think about stentor and nikolaos as the aussie duo but it fits SO well and i love it!!! my life for fanart of pacrim!stentor and his beloved pet dog (although he seems more of a mastiff or boxer guy than a bulldog guy. or maybe huskies since they kinda look like wolves?)
ok ok ok ok ok i have so many more Thots on ac pacrim au that @mariathorpe and i have been discussing but i want to share them:
kassandra and alexios used to co-pilot until a kaiju attack similar to the opening scenes of the movie. the siblings are separated, the jaeger is destroyed, and alexios is presumed dead. unbeknownst to the shatterdome gang (the assassins), alexios actually did survive the attack; maybe he drifted with the kaiju somehow, but either way when he comes out of the ocean he joins the kaiju-worshipping cult that you see glimpses of in the hong kong portions of the movie (cult of kosmos -> cult of kaiju? lmao) and reveres the kaiju as gods. maybe if we really wanna play up the deimos persona he sees himself as a messenger of some sort since he drifted with a kaiju and survived.
no one knows alexios is in the cult until leonardo is sent to the bone slums to get the kaiju brain and spots him out in the street or on some cultist propaganda that’s being handed out or sometehing
the monger is hannibal chau
idk what kassandra does in the intervening years but i think alexios’ “death”/disappearance would prompt her to retire from piloting. maybe she trains the other pilots and works directly under the marshal?
spinoff where kass and brasidas go and get alexios back? everyone else can deal with punching the big monsters, but someone has to do something about taking down the kaiju cult lol
i’m thinking about this more and this could be really interesting bc following alexios’ “death” maybe kassandra is reluctant to get back in the jaeger — the drift compatibility was something she shared with alexios and she doesn’t know if she can open up to anyone else like that. would be interesting to see how brasidas helps her cope with that in the years where everyone thinks alexios is dead, and maybe eventually she and brasidas do end up copiloting together but even with him by her side her heart just isn’t in it anymore. hence taking more of a supervisorial role and helping to train the next wave of pilots
elsewhere in the assassin bureau shatterdome:
aya is the marshall, bayek is her second-in-command
modern-day assassins are mostly doing the tech and research work (aka they’re not pilots); desmond trained to be a pilot but hated it and is happy to just stay at his desk job. he reports to rebecca.
layla DOES want to be a pilot. maybe she’s drift compatible with kassandra or eivor, and one of them takes her under their wing and trains them as a protege?
desmond names at least one jaeger “eagle mceagle”
a LOT of the jaegers have bird-related names actually
if leonardo is newt, then shaun is gottlieb
ezio and claudia are copilots!
colonial assassin drift compatibility flowchart/timeline (100% of credit for this goes to autumn): achilles and shay -> haytham and shay -> achilles and connor -> connor and haytham
connor and haytham argue ALL THE TIME both in and out of jaeger but somehow still have the highest killcount out of everybody
eivor and vili also bicker the entire time they’re in jaeger but tbh for them that’s just foreplay. and everyone on the comms just has to live with that
altmalmar and frye twins + henry headcanons here
that stupid wall that the useless world governments are trying to put up to stop the kaiju attacks except it doesn’t fucking work and is costing a shitload of money/lives while some big company is probably helping fund but also profiting off it and has their logo slapped all over it and definitely has close ties with every major world government? THAT COMPANY IS ABSTERGO. maria, lucy, and elise are corporate plants sent by abstergo to spy on what the assassins are up to, but they all stayed and joined the fight lol
alternatively: assassins and templars are two very childish factions within the shatterdome who compete for higher training stats and killcounts
ANYWAY this is way more wordvomit than you maybe anticipated but i hope you enjoyed!!! this au is going to live rent free in my head forever
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Also asked by @to-the-voiceless, @tehjai, and an anon!
Who’s the first to wake up in the morning?
Aymeric. Military life demands he be awake with the dawn, or before it. If Synnove is awake before the sun is up...it’s because she hasn’t gone to bed. (Please spike her tea with a sleeping draught.)
Who’s the one to make breakfast?
Both! Sometimes they will switch off, sometimes they’ll make it together. If they’re at Borel Manor, however, it’s neither, because Hersande will throw them out of her kitchen as she has Opinions about the lord and (de facto) lady of the house doing their own cooking.
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed?
Usually Aymeric will serve Synnove; it’s something he remembers his Da doing for Mama and it’s one of those “actions a man is supposed to do for his lady” that’s ingrained in his subconscious. Synnove, however, will bring him breakfast on days where Aymeric is particularly run down by all of his work and he ends up falling back into bed after he does his morning calisthenics. (This is one of the very few things that Hersande is willingly to grudgingly allow access to her kitchen for.)
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work?
Either of them is likely, honestly, but it’s also entirely dependent on if the bed is also full of carbuncles. Nothing kills early morning libido faster than your fluffy aether kids staring at you demanding pancakes.
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day?
Neither. They are workaholics with overdeveloped senses of responsibility; you would sooner convince an Ascian to pay homage to Hydaelyn than to have either Aymeric de Borel or Synnove Greywolfe play hooky. Their days off are either scheduled or they are bodily removed from their offices by their friends.
Who chooses the movies?
(Modern Eorzea AU) For family movie night, it’s a rotating schedule (Synnove, Aymeric, and each of the carbuncles). When it’s a “just them” night, they’ll switch off, with the knowledge that certain genres (political thrillers for Aymeric, most mindless action films for Synnove) are off-limits.
Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together?
(Modern Eorzea AU) Synnove, even when the movie is her pick, as ultimately Aymeric is always far more interesting. Aymeric, however, has been known to get handsy himself in the dark.
They absolutely do not do this during Family Movie Night, however. (Well, they may get exaggeratedly kissy-facey to make the carbuncles go “ewwwwwwwww,” but nothing worse than that.)
Who orders lunch?
If they’re in Limsa Lominsa, Synnove; if they’re in Ishgard, Aymeric. Both of them generally have a good sense for what the other likes from the usual lunch places and it’s a to-go order. Sit down lunch and dinner is for adventurous eating of the other’s cuisine. (Especially in Limsa Lominsa, as Aymeric’s heat tolerance is absolutely crap.)
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking?
Synnove. Sometimes it’s not even consciously; as a mage, her metabolism burns fairly fast to keep up with her casting requirements and sometimes her hindbrain recognizes whatever is on Aymeric’s plate as higher in calories and therefore better. And sometimes it’s absolutely deliberate because it looks tasty and she ate hers in three bites. (This is especially true of desserts, which Aymeric has no qualms using his fork or spoon to fend her off.)
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy?
They are both absolutely the type to indulge in a post-lunch nap, particularly if they don’t have any pressing obligations, but Synnove is usually the first to do so. A full stomach and her beloved to cuddle is peak Perfect Nap Time for her.
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home?
Usually neither of them, as it’s generally understood that sometimes work follows them home and it’s rather inevitable. There are some unofficial rules, however--no working beyond a certain time at night, no working on designated days off or vacation days--at which point if either of them catches the other with paperwork, distractions will go into effect. (The usual ways are Synnove just blatantly deposits herself in Aymeric’s lap, and Aymeric will scoop Synnove up and carry her out of the room.)
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old?
Aymeric! This new “ice cream” treat the Culinarians’ Guild concocted is taking Limsa Lominsa by storm and he is delighted to try every single stall and shop that opens along Hawkers’ Alley or in Mist or takes to the waterways in one of the boats at the floating market. He turns into excited little boy and Synnove is just so absolutely charmed by it. (Also she wants ice cream, too.)
Yes, I headcanon that ice cream gets invented in Limsa Lominsa, fight me.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream?
(Modern Eorzea AU) Either of them is possible, but very rarely; going out for ice cream is a regular enough treat that there’s nothing unusual about it, although if either of them is being a bit silly about it, the other is guaranteed to be getting the tomephone out.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face?
Neither.
Who cooks dinner?
Both! Sometimes together, more often they switch off; they try to keep to a “turns” schedule, but work sometimes means this gets thrown out the window. (Thankfully, they have friends and assistants who remember to call to let the other know, and if both have days where a homemade dinner isn’t happening, well. Sounds like a night to pick up something from one of the usual places.)
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards?
Whoever didn’t cook, usually; if they both cooked, they’ll both clean, and if someone isn’t feeling very well on a particular, then whomever cooked will also clean.
Who stays up until 2 reading?
Synnove’s the biggest culprit, but Aymeric has been known to sneak work reading late into the night, too. Sometimes they are actually reading for fun, though!
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping?
Aymeric, as occasionally he has trouble falling asleep, or awakens in the middle of the night from bad dreams. He doesn’t spend the entirety of such instances staring at Synnove, however; more frequently he ends up staring at the wall or the ceiling while he thinks, but he’s got an arm around her at the very least, and her presence (and the carbuncles’) breathing easily is the biggest comfort.
Synnove, meanwhile, sleeps like the fucking dead and passes out fairly quickly once she’s laid out flat, and will very rarely move. It takes a lot for her to wake up in the middle of the night, and if she does and notes Aymeric isn’t having a midnight brood, she’s quick to drop back to sleep until whenever her body decides is the best time to wake up.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep?
Aymeric, though usually with how they’re situated, it’s kisses pressed to the crown of Synnove’s head, or sometimes her forehead. Synnove, while she’s still asleep, typically has her face pressed into his neck and she’ll unconsciously nuzzle against it while unconscious; if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she’ll place a proper kiss against Aymeric’s throat or, if they’ve shifted a bit, his cheek.
#msviolacea#dt answers things#meme stuff#final fantasy xiv#aymeric de borel#aymeric x wol#aymeric x synnove#oc: synnove greywolfe#ty for the ask!
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Oh and I've just reached your post where you mention that Romeo + Juliet AU and it sounds awesome and if you ever feel like you want to elaborate on that please do
listen. LISTEN.
First of all, I DEMAND that it is a modern AU, but for unspecified reasons, everyone is still wearing the elaborate robes they have in the drama. That, or they’re all wearing stuff from their respective concerts, which is absolutely awful too. Either way, crazy fashion is the way to go.
ANyway, it’s a Lan VS Jiang/Jin setting. They had a major falling out after the mysterious death of one Wei Wuxian.
Sizhui is Romeo, raised by his father. Jingyi is Mercutio because you know NO ONE ELSE can pull off that crazy yet insightful vibe, and also i DESERVE Jingyi in drags at the ball ok
Jin Ling is Juliet, raised by Jin Guangshan Jin Guangyao (who mostly gets the lines of Lady capulet, because who better to have those awful, awful speeches about marriage). Jiang Cheng is the nurse, both loving and bullying in turn but always utterly dedicated.
Who the fuck would be Paris? Good question, I’m going for Sect Leader Yao because I fucking hate him and guess what, I hate Paris as well because he is SLIMY AND SPEAKS OPENLY ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH A 13 YO GIRL IN THE PLAY OK I HATE HIM
anyway, the LAN and Jin are in fucking OPEN WAR because some years ago, someone killed Wei Wuxian. Both sides blame each other. Heavily. Using swords.
Wei WUxian isn’t dead, he’s playing priest in the Yiling district, dealing weed to kid and making experimental drugs out of turnips. He is mildly aware of the war happening because of him, but this IS Wei Wuxian, so he misunderstands the situation and thinks they’re at war because they both wanted to be the one who killed him. So he lays low. And deals weed.
The story goes mostly the same
Wait I need a Tybalt. It’s. Uh. It’s that shitty cousin Jin Ling has? The one Wei Wuxian helps him beat up in carp tower? Unless someone has a better suggestion.
Anyway.
Story goes mostly as it would normally go.
Except JC is a lot angrier than the nurse and probably swears a ton.
Instead of poisoning himself, Jin Ling takes something to turn himself into a (fake) fierce corpse/puppet.
Bad ending: Sizhui returns, distraught at the news of his beloved’s fate. Like the good, dutiful boy he is, he eliminates the fierce corpse/puppet that Jin Ling has become (thus unkowingly ACTUALLY killing JL), then kills himself. Wei Wuxian is fucking devastated. So is everyone else. It’s awful and it’s a very bad ending and tbh I kinda love it.
Good ending: Sizhui returns, distraught at the news of his beloved’s fate, and has the fucking brain cells to steal away JL and take him to WWX, who he KNOWS is an expert in that sort of things. JL is restored to normal. LWJ, who somehow followed them, is reunited with WWX. Also Mercutio/Jingyi turns out to have survived his terrible wound after all! (but not JL’s cousin because I don’t fucking like him nor do I care enough to keep him alive)
And that’s the AU I will not write because I’m sadly kinda shit at writing anyone but nhs and lxc
oh, yeah, btw, nhs is the Prince/chief cultivator, because he is the perfect mix of absolutely useless and ruthless at the wrong time :D
#plot bunny#jau write#zhuiling#my only talent in life is coming up for AUs based on whatever's the last film I've seen#posting publicly because this got long and I don't want to lose it oops#meliegribouille
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