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katsukikiss · 3 years

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JEALOUSY

JEAN x F!READER // COLLEGE AU // MINORS DNI!

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, cheating(ish?), oral m receiving, soft dom jean, face f*cking, suggestive dancing (w/connie and eren), alcohol use, reader is wayyy too flirty with others lol

Jean is a super kind and forgiving boyfriend, but what happens when you push his limits?

AN: idk wtf this is I just know I love this man and I had to write for him at some point, let me know if I should make a part two 😵‍💫

WC: 2.5k

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The air was warm despite the sun being long gone. The summer was nearly over and classes would be starting up again soon. Obviously someone needed to throw one last hurrah before that, and your boyfriend and his friends were going to do just that. Jean was such a kind lover, and was a bit possesive in the beginning but now he was nothing but a sweetheart and kept saying how he couldn’t wait to dance with you later that night. You had known his friends for years, hanging out with them since you guys were freshmen and always staying in their shared house they had together. But their eyes would linger on you for too long, something your and your boyfriend had always noticed, but a sloppy tongue kiss or an ass grab would usually solve the issue. He trusted you, and trusted his friends for the most part…

They placed you in charge of getting drinks for the party since you always complained about the beverages they would offer. You and Sasha went together to buy some beer, seltzer and liquor. It wouldn’t be a party if there wasn’t snacks, or at least that was Sasha’s motto. You drove to one more store to pick up chips and pretzels before bringing your friend home and heading back to your boyfriends place.

You made your way up to Jeans room to finish getting ready. He was busy downstairs fixing up the basement with new LED lights since the old ones short circuited at the last party. You were probably too comfortable in his shared house, most of your clothes were here too. You undressed out of the t-shirt and shorts you were running errands in and sat on a chair in your bra and underwear. Music blasting, half naked, sitting in front of your boyfriends mirror applying makeup, you had no care in the world. You couldn’t hear the belligerent knocking on the door so they entered.

“CONNIE! GET THE FUCK OUT!” you squealed at the man who had just entered, instinctively throwing your arms over your chest, leaving your legs and panties exposed.

“MAYBE TURN YOUR MUSIC DOWN AND I WOULDN’T HAVE BURSTED IN LIKE THIS” he yelled back at you, laughing at your flimsy attempt to cover yourself. You fumbled with the volume buttons on your phone before looking back at him.

“Can I help you?” you questioned, giving him the faintest tint of attitude.

“Nah, Jean asked me to grab some wire for the speakers, but I might stick around a little longer” he said with a sly smirk. Connie was never afraid to openly flirt with you, even in front of Jean, and it didn’t bother the two of you much, you knew it was all in good fun so sometimes you’d tease him back.

“Oh yeah?” you mused, removing your hands from your chest. “I dont think you’d last very long in here” His face turned bright red, as it always did when youd pretend to be interested in him. Before he could even answer Jean was barging into the room and instantly stood in between you two to cover your body from his friend.

“Find the wire?” Jean asked plainly. Connie nodded and swiftly made his way downstairs to finish setting up. Jean pressed a hand onto his door to close it before turning around to face you with a disapproving look.

“You know youre mine right? I dont need Connie doing something dumb later because you were teasing him” he growled at you. You looked up with innocent eyes and rutted your lower lip out. Your pouty face and adorable eyes made it hard for him to seriously be mad at you.

“Im sorry baby you know I was just messing around”

“Yeah yeah I know” he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “hurry up though okay? People are gonna be here soon and I dont need more people seeing you like this”. You gave him a confirming nod and proceeded to finish applying your makeup, this time with the music playing a bit lower than before.

“To senior year!” Eren chanted and everyone repeated back “to senior year!” before you all downed shots of various liquors in the crammed kitchen. Jeans hand rested on your hip in a show of dominance. You were earning looks from his friends as well as some other senior guys you didn’t know. A tiny black dress was fitted to your figure, leaving very little to the imagination with the way it accentuated your curves.

“Y/N! Come dance with MEE” Sasha called out to you. You looked up at your boyfriend who nodded with a smile. He removed his hands from your body and watched you skip away to follow your friend down into the basement. He watched as a few others proceeded to make their way downstairs as well, as if they were following you.

The temperature of the basement was at least 5x hotter than the rest of the house because of all the bodies crammed into it. You were pretty drunk already, which is why the heat didn’t bother you or anyone else that much. Sasha pulled you through a sea of people to the back wall of the basement. The led lights outlined the ceiling with a purple glow that made it hard to see. You leaned onto the concrete for support because your head was spinning a bit after being bumped and pushed around while music was blaring. Your eyes attempted to refocus as you looked around for your friend.

“Stay here!!!! I will be right BACK okay?” she slurred. You lazily nodded as you watched the girl who brought you to this cave of a basement leave you alone. You scanned the dimly lit room for someone you knew, stumbling through the hoard. Two hands snaked their way onto your hips without you even noticing until your ass was aggressively pulled up against someones crotch. They forcibly swayed your hips in line with their own to the rhythm of the music. Your body stopped resisting and started to move on its own, the strangers hands no longer guiding you but rather holding on for the ride.

“Your ass feels so fuckin nice y/n” a familiar voice gruffed in your ear. You recognized it as Eren; Your body halted for a moment as you thought of your boyfriend, but he wouldn’t be mad at you right? It was all harmless fun, he was the only one that got to really have you at the end of the day. The alcohol in your system drowned out those thoughts as you bent over and shook your ass against him, his hips rutting forward to feel every little movement you were making while his hands dug into you. You heard him whisper ‘fuck’ a few times when you would throw your ass back into his groin.

When you snapped back up you felt a new pair of hands on you. The man behind you now had more rhythm in his actions, grinding his hips against you to the beat of the pop song that you could barely hear anymore. You turned your head slightly to see Connie, his eyes fixated on your gyrating curves while the rest of the men were watching. You laughed internally, faintly recalling what happened between you two earlier.

“I was waiting for my turn sexy” he whispered in your ear, his hot drunk breath making your neck feel sticky. You wrapped your arm back and hooked it around his neck while slithering up and down his body. Your vision was blurry and your head was all over the place. You could feel his bulge growing with every twist and turn you made. His hands made their way up your sides to the front of your body and onto your breasts, squeezing entirely too hard. You pulled yourself off of him instantly upon feeling his intrusive hands on your chest, it was as if the feeling snapped you out of the drunken haze you were in. You turned around to scowl at him, backing up a foot or two before you bumped into someones chest. Connies eyes left yours and looked up to the person behind you with a shred of fear. Turning to look up, you found relief in knowing it was your boyfriend. Your arms wrapped around Jean and pulled him in tightly. One hand of his rested on the top of your head but he never stopped looking at his group of friends.

“Had fun?” he growled at them. Eren walked away, annoyed that their fun was ruined. Connie hesitantly backed up before attempting to apologize over the noise. He left and made his way upstairs, fearing that if he stayed any longer Jean would really hurt him.

“What was that about?” he snapped at you. While he didn’t care if they tried to flirt with you, actually putting their hands on you was too far for him. You backed off of his chest before speaking.

“I didn’t think you’d be mad baby I’m sorryyyy, but don’t you wanna dance with mee?” you slurred. He didn’t have his usual soft expression this time and your adorable looks didn’t have any effect on him anymore.

“Not anymore, you’re coming with me” he demanded. His low tone made you weak, you knew what was coming next when he spoke to you like that. He latched onto your wrist and pulled you up the stairs, through the kitchen, pass Eren who gave you a wicked smile and wink, as if knowing exactly what was about to happen. You made your way up to his room, he scooped you up into his arms and threw you onto the bed and stood at the foot.

“I said I was sorry” you pleaded, desperation in your voice and eyes. He liked when you would beg for mercy like this, you wanted what was coming next but pretending like you didn’t was so much more fun.

“Oh I know baby, but sorry isn’t gonna cut it tonight” he hummed. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and began crawling on top of you like a lion about to devour its prey. You felt so small underneath him and his presence. You could feel the heat from his breath on your neck as he leaned closer, and he could feel the heat between your legs as you pushed your hips forward. You were waiting to feel his mouth on your neck but he pulled away and got up from the bed, your face was visibly upset.

“You know I like to make you feel good sweetheart, but I don’t think you deserve that tonight, not after what you’ve done” he said, unbuckling the belt encasing his hips. He slipped it off and let his pants fall to the floor and signaled with a finger for you to come closer. You crawled across the bed and tugged at his boxers he still had on. He lowered them a bit and allowed his long thick cock to spring out onto your lips.

You gathered saliva and spit onto him, massaging it around with your hands. You kissed the tip a few times, giving it sweet little licks before wrapping your lips around and taking him in, your behind in the air while you descended onto his cock. His hands massaged at your legs as your head bobbed in an attempt to please your man and receive his forgiveness. He pulled you off his cock by your hair and flipped you over so your back was against the bed and your head was hanging off the side. He bent down to your ear and spoke.

“I think I deserve to fuck this pretty mouth of yours, especially since you were being such a slut tonight” he whispered. You nodded, a mix of concern and kexcitement on your face; he NEVER called you names like that before, but something about it was making you feel hot; you didn’t want it to end. He stood back up, your mouth hanging open waiting for him to use. Slowly, he pushed himself in, watching you struggle and gag from the sheer depths he was reaching in that position. He wrapped two hands around your neck and began to thrust ferociously, causing several tears to fall down your cheeks. His cock was pounding into your throat that could barely accommodate.

“Your my fuckin slut, you got that?” he growled at you, his voice shaky. You tried to reply but only gurgles came out. You loved this new side of Jean you were seeing, and wondered what else you could do to get him to treat you like this again. He could feel himself in that little throat of yours against his hands, and with every thrust he could see the bulge he was creating and it drove him wild. A sweet mixture of your gagging and his mumbles and groans filled the small room. His resolve was gone as his cock began to twitch, spewing his warm white seed down your throat. He had never came in your mouth before so you were surprised when he did, you felt so full with his cock and stuffed down your throat. He dragged himself out, a string of your saliva and his seed connecting you two to eachother before snapping apart.

“Open up sweetheart, I wanna see it” he said, looking at you upside down. You opened and allowed your tongue to hang out, exposing all of the sticky white fluid coating your mouth. He admired it all for a minute before he teasingly squeezed your cheeks together and stood up.

“You can swallow now” You gulped it down and coughed a bit, your throat sore from the abuse it just endured. Jean walked over to the bathroom and filled a glass with water and grabbed you a t-shirt. He sat down on the bed beside you, you stripped yourself of the little black dress you had on and slipped into the t-shirt.

“C’mere” he pulled you by the waist into his lap, “you know I love you right? I’m sorry if I was too rough” You nodded no, and nuzzled your face into his chest, his fingers drawing little circles on your back.

“I love you too Jean” you cooed. He was always so forgiving with you, never staying mad for too long, never going too far.

“How about we make a little more noise hm? Let my boys know who you really belong to” he suggested, a primal look in his eyes. Your legs quivered at the thought of Jean making you scream, and all of his friends getting hard just listening.

“Do it, make me scream” you whispered. In one swift motion he flipped you over onto your back and grabbed your face by the jaw, towering over you again like his prey.

“Im gonna make you regret that”

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tsrookie · 3 years

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Now, and Forevermore: Part 2

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Alyssa Brooks)

A/N: Super nervous about this one, because I’ve wanted to write an ILY fic for such a long time, but it always got pushed back thanks to PB and their stupid inconsistencies. May or may not have included a teeny tiny Merder reference.

Trope: Fluff

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning(s): One innuendo, that’s it

Link to Part 1

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Loud music blared through the speakers. Few guests remained in their seats, choosing to watch the joyous celebrations on the dance floor.

A wedding was an event where people came together to rejoice the union of two souls. Two separate lives, binding together for life. They came together to celebrate friendship, eternal partnership, and love.

Alyssa was still figuring out a way to confess hers.

She stumbled to the side of the crowded hall along with Sienna, who was equally exhausted from dancing the night away.

“Oh my god I think the last time I danced this much was at our housewarming party two years ago.”

Her best friend let out a chuckle. “I remember. Jackie even managed to knock over a plate of fries which ended up on your hair.”

She took a sip of her drink before continuing, “Speaking of the housewarming party, where’s the only person from the hospital who declined our invitation? Haven’t seen him since your dance, which was almost an hour ago.”

“He’s probably over at one of the balconies, away from all the noise.”

“Hmm.”

Sienna let out a sigh before fixing her eyes on the newlyweds, happy in their own little bubble, without a single worry.

“They look so… content. Like they have everything they’ll ever need right there in each other’s arms.”

“Yeah… I guess you feel that way when you’re head over heels in love with someone, and by some miracle, they feel the same.”

She looked over at Alyssa, who had a soft smile on her face. Her best friend had found the kind of true love she had always dreamed of, and she only hoped that it would last forever.

“Have you two said it yet?”

“Said what?”

“You know what I mean. Eight letters. Three special words. Words you two have been skirting around for almost a year now.”

“I…” She looked down, a pensive look taking over. “I don’t know Si… it never feels like we have a proper moment to say it. Everyday at Edenbrook feels like an unpredictable circus where something could go wrong at any minute. Finding time to just… be with each other without worrying about work seems impossible. Besides, he knows how I feel about him, and same here. There’s no rush.”

“No. Don’t do that. Don’t always rely on your actions. Sometimes, words are better. Saying it makes it sure. It makes it feel real. Or else, you’ll be out of time before you know it. Say it out loud, Alyssa. Don’t waste time waiting for some perfect moment, because chances are, you might never get one.”

Alyssa held her hand tight, and took a moment to take in the gravity of her words. Sienna might’ve been ready to move on, but Danny was still someone she missed everyday.

“Okay.” She turned to face her. “I’ll tell him tonight. I promise.”

Sienna nodded her head in response, a small smile of satisfaction assuming her features.

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Ethan stood over by the railing, enjoying the feel of the sea breeze ruffling through his hair. The ocean glittered like diamonds, mirroring the starry sky. It was a magical sight, and he decided to go back into the raging party to bring Alyssa to enjoy the view with him. Although, he wasn’t sure his eyes would remain straight ahead with an actual goddess beside him.

“Thought I might find you here.”

His ears perked up. “I was just about to come and find you.”

“Well I found you first. Didn’t see you having any cake earlier, so I brought you some.”

He nodded in thanks. As she stood beside him, she looked positively ethereal. Her eyes sparkled as she took in the sight of the moonlit ocean, and her brunette hair danced along her bare shoulders.

Ethan didn’t have the words to describe her beauty, so he refrained to simply admiring her while he still had the time.

Her soft voice broke the comfortable silence they were in. “It’s beautiful out here. Kind of reminds me of the last time we were on a balcony facing the sea.”

He smiled ruefully. “You mean the night I threw every single rule I had for myself out the window and kissed you like my life depended on it, before leaving you the very same night to go sleep on the couch?”

“The very same. The only night where I had the best first kiss I could share with someone, and get dumped before we even got together.”

Ethan felt a pang of guilt in his chest upon hearing her words. He might have her now, but he would always regret the time he let go to waste.

Alyssa looked over at him, and his expression made her squeeze her eyes shut and smack her forehead. “Oh god I ruined the moment, didn’t I?” She took his hand in hers and said, “I’m so sorry. I’m under the influence of alcohol, so you know that I barely think before I blurt something out.”

“And here I was hoping we could have a proper conversation for the first time in months. Of course, I shouldn’t have had my expectations so high.”

She punched his shoulder playfully, and he took it as an opportunity to pull her closer. Closing his eyes, he breathed in her hair, which smelled of his shampoo from their shared suite. Ethan felt utterly content, having everything he ever needed and wanted in his arms, and wished he could stay rooted to the same spot for as long as he lived.

“Okay, Dr. Ethan ‘I would rather spend my time alone, in a party where his girlfriend’s having the time of her life, wishing her boyfriend would be there with her so that they could spend some quality time together’ Ramsey.”

“That’s… I think I preferred ‘freaking’ as my middle name compared to everything you just said.”

Soon, they were both laughing. She turned around to face him, and Ethan held her tighter. Taking in her face filled with happiness, illuminated by the light of the moon, he knew he had to say it.

“Is… everything okay?”

“I…” His throat closed up, at a loss for words. Saying the words he had longed to tell her for almost a year suddenly seemed impossible. After fearing true, long-lasting commitment for more than twenty five years, cementing his love for Alyssa scared him almost as much as the thought of ever losing her.

But looking into her concerned eyes, the eyes he could get lost into within the span of a second, he knew she deserved to hear it. She deserved the whole world, and so much more.

“It’s funny. I kept quiet all these months, not telling you what I should’ve told you the moment you were out of harm’s way after the attack, waiting for a perfect moment to present itself. When all along… I never realised that I didn’t need such a moment at all.”

He cupped her cheek, as she stared at him with wonder, yet a small smile dancing on her lips with the knowledge of what was to come. “Every single day, every minute, every second by your side, could not be more perfect. And I’m sorry that I didn’t know it sooner.”

“I love you, Alyssa Brooks. With all my heart, body and soul.”, he said as he brought her hand up to his thundering heart. “I believed love to be a lost and foreign concept, one which I would never be able to experience. But with you… I’d be an idiot to say that what I feel for you is anything but love. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love anyone as much as I love you and frankly, I don’t ever want to. I want to love you for the rest of my life. If you’ll let me, that is…”

Hopeful and earnest cerulean eyes stared back into awestruck shining brown, awaiting the response he desperately wanted to hear.

“Well… took you long enough.”, she teased, eyes sparkling with mirth. “I love you too, Ethan. More than you’ll ever know. And I want to love you for the rest of my life too.”

Matching her grin with one of his own, Ethan kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms round his neck and let her fingers tangle into his soft hair. He continued to kiss her with fervour, but she pulled away, panting.

“Don’t you think we should probably take this inside? I’d definitely like a more private celebration of us finally coming to our senses.”

“Are you sure? There’s still much left at the reception, including the bouquet toss, which I’m not sure Sienna would be okay with if you missed.”

She chuckled. “Considering the fact that she was the one who sent me out here to find you, I don’t think she’ll mind.” With a sudden surge of confidence, she added, “Besides… do you really think I should stay for that?”

Ethan held Alyssa’s gaze, which was both bold and bashful at the same time. He finally smirked and said, “No, you don’t have to.”

Her face broke into the smile he loved to see. A smile unburdened of all the worries in the world. A true and rare smile he thanked for being able to witness.

“Then let’s get out of here.��

Alyssa took his hand and led him back to their room, but truthfully, he felt her lead him into a new life that would have its highs and lows, all filled with unconditional love.

He couldn’t wait to see what came next.

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Link to Bonus Ending

A/N 2: Hope you guys liked it! There’s a small bonus ending I’ll be releasing soon, cause if my babies are happy, my babies’ number one shipper deserves to be happy too😌 Thank you so much for reading💙

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orionwhispers · 4 years

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Tear In My Heart // Alfie Solomons

(A/N - hehe im back. im working on a bucky oneshot and a tommy series but both of them are super long and i wanted to take a little breather. this was supposed to be a drabble but you know me... ive got a few more ideas for shorter imagines like this with tommy and alf, requests are open! hope you enjoy. pls reblog and comment. love u see u soon xoxxo - also this is like the smuttiest thing ive written even though its not explicit but wow who am i)

warnings: violence, mention of fights and blood, protective alfie, heavily implied smut, lots of terrible language.

You knew something was wrong when Ollie practically crashed through the door. He took off part of the frame and made the hinges tear from the wood, nails and screws clattering onto the ground. The afternoon had been wonderful, perhaps too wonderful, and as always, real life found a way to shatter your rose tinted glasses.

It was starting to fall into autumn, the air chilly but comfortable, the streets slick with rain and the leaves turning into a sweet, buttery caramel all around you. The house was silent save for the birds singing in the trees and the rattling whip of the wind against your windows. The quiet was a perk of having house out in the country, far away from anything and anyone. Just the way he liked it.

Because to him, all he needed was his girl.

Well, and his dog.

The sun had barely risen when you got up - much to your husbands protests. You felt him stirring from beside you, a solid wall of warmth as he snaked his arms around your waist and pressed sleepy, half drunk kisses onto your spine. You laughed tiredly as his hands curled over everything they could reach, long calloused fingers roaming against your bare skin. He grumbled as you swung your legs from under the duvet and onto the floor, throwing on his white cotton shirt and letting it fall to your knees, trying to ignore the threats he was mumbling about what he was going to do to your boss for making you come in so early.

He made one last feeble attempt to grab you, exhaustion clouding his brain so he could do no more than swipe at the top of your thigh, making you laugh at his wandering hands.

“Stay.” He said, voice raspy and muffled by his pillow.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“Alf.” You sighed playfully, grabbing your strawberry slip dress and beaded heels and fur coat, darting into the bathroom to wash up and change. Through the noise of the running water you could hear the bed springs creak as he shifted, the entire frame groaning almost as much as him. Cyril watched you with his big chestnut eyes from the doorway as you fluffed up your hair and patted on coffee coloured lipstick, pinching the apples of your cheeks for a little flush.

You rummaged through your handbag as you made your way to the bedroom door, lost in your thoughts until you heard him speak, all low and gravelly and sending shivers up your spine.

“Oi. C’mere you.”

You rolled your eyes but walked into his outstretched arms, his body completely slumped and covered in thick duvets and pillows, just his tattooed skin and coarse, tousled hair poking out from underneath. He pulled you close into him, smelling like green apples and rum and sex and sea salt, like home. He mumbled something that you couldn’t quite make out, the sun starting to shine through the cracks in the curtains and as you started to get up he tugged you in tighter, placing messy, sloppy kisses down your throat and onto your collarbones.

You smacked his shoulder, grabbing his jaw and holding it still, placing a kiss on his lips, feeling him smile against your mouth.

“Bye, my love.”

“Hmph.”

You made it halfway down the hall before you heard: “Fred is driving you. Don’t even bloody think about walking alone at this time.” Followed by grunts and groans and finally deep, throaty snores.

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You accompanied your boss to a few meetings, taking notes and helping him check stock. After a few hours filled with cinnamon lattes and finger cramps and ink stains, he took you aside at the office and gave you the rest of the day off. You were a little suspicious, and had a feeling his good deed might have had something to do with your slightly intimidating husband, but you accepted it nonetheless and headed to Camden after lunch.

The air was brisk and you pulled your scarf tighter around your throat, dodging puddles and fat droplets of rain as they dropped from the trees. You stopped off at a little cafe on your side of town, buying turkey sandwiches, a garden salad and a platter of seasonal fruit, ignoring the fried sugar donuts and sausage rolls and thick, crispy cuts of bacon. A routine check up to the doctor had lead to Alfie being told that perhaps a healthier lifestyle would benefit some of his ailments, so despite his grumbling and childish ways you were doing your best to make sure he was eating his five a day - no matter how much he protested.

But at the last second you grabbed a cherry jam donut. His favourite.

The rain had become torrential by the time you left, the clouds morphing into a block of ashen, sooty grey, teetering on black. Once upon a time the impending storm would have made you feel nervous, the rattling trees and flashes of lightning had been the reason for many sleepless nights when you were a child, but now you looked forward to it.

Because now it meant something different. You, Alfie and Cyril curled up in bed, the fire roaring and flickering a brilliant orange gold. Your husbands arms tight around you, squeezing softly every time there was a clap of thunder, his kisses warm and protective across your throat, knowing that he’d never let anything hurt you. Drinking tea spiked with rum and playing cards, listening to the rain against the windows, feeling the white burst of lighting every time it struck the sky. Falling asleep next to each other, Alfie always waiting for you to doze off first, unable to sleep unless he knew you were alright.

You had once hated storms, and now you wished for them.

Your umbrella was totally battered by the time you got to the bakery. The bottom of your dress was damp from puddles and your shoes were on their last legs, the satin ruined and black with mud, but you didn’t care, walking through the side entrance with a smile bigger than the moon. A few of the old boys saw you instantly, straightening up and grinning at you, welcoming you with whisky soaked aprons and calloused hands. Back when you and Alfie started dating he had all but forbidden his staff from looking, talking, or even thinking about you, but over the years you had formed a close relationship with his workers - something about your warmth and light easing up the darkness. At first Alfie huffed and puffed about it a little, but he couldn’t exactly blame his men for loving you - he was a perfect example of how you brought a strong man to his knees after all.

“Is he upstairs?” You asked George, one of the distillers. As soon as he nodded you left, your heels clicking against the cool basement flooring. You didn’t bother knocking as you approached the big, intimidating door to his office, instead just grabbing the brass lion head knob and twisting it, hearing the hinges whine in protest.

“What the fuck?” His voice was as deep and rumbling as a low tide, his tone so dark and sharp that it might have scared you, if you didn’t know him as the man who fed the ducks fresh bread at the park and cuddled Cyril when the vets had to give him an injection. “How many fucking times do I have to ask you lot to fucking knock. I mean it’s a - ”

He stopped short when he saw you, eyes going wide and lips twitching upwards just a little. He slipped into business mode whenever he sat at the leather chair behind his desk, but you always managed to chip away at his foundation.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too.” You laughed, walking around his desk to see him, his legs naturally opening to let you stand in between them, his eyes following every curve and line of your face, settling on the natural rosebud flush of your lips.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He mused, ring clad fingers darting around your waist and pulling you in. He toyed with the buttons on your dress and the jewellery around your neck, his fingers rough and large and as hot as a fire. His day had been shitty so far, but seeing the sparkle in your eyes and the loose curl of your hair had made everything much, much better.

“Hmm.” You said, leaning into his touch, batting away his hand as it slipped somewhere a little too low. “Marcus gave me the afternoon of so I thought I would come and surprise you.”

He blinked up at you, all wistful and love drunk and making your knees turn into blackcurrant jelly. “Did you now?”

“Yep.” You smiled, brushing your nose against his before pulling back and teasingly shaking the paper bag of baked goods in your hand. “And I bought gifts.”

“Yeah. Yeah. In a minute.” He barely registered them, instead dragging you into him, pressing kisses to your lips and letting you wash away any thoughts from his brain, not stopping until he was totally, completely drowning in you.

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That was how you ended up cross legged on the sofa, devouring your new novel and sipping on the rose and oolong tea Alfie kept in the cupboard for when you visited the factory. You could hear the rain pattering down the windows around you, mixed with the scratch of Alfie’s fountain pen and the sound of him rifling through his papers. It was fun to watch him as well as listen to him, the way his eyebrows raised when he read something he didn’t like, the twitch of his nose and the way that he ran his fingers through the coarse hair of his beard, moulding it to a peak at the bottom of his chin.

He watched you as well. When you got so into your book that your brows furrowed and your nose wrinkled. The way your hair was loose and wild, your stockings a soft pink under the stormy sky, your eyes wide and frantic, desperate to read as much as you could. He smiled at the way your leg bounced, how you tried to pick the stems from your strawberries with one hand but then accidentally squished them, the juice running down your wrist. He especially liked the way you were using his winter coat as a blanket, drowning in the fabric like a child, the collar snug around your chin.

Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

You heard Ollie before you saw him, the crash of his laced black boots thundering up the stairs, the way that he collided with the door rather than opening it first. You and Alfie stood up at the same time, his eyes immediately darting to you, gesturing for you to get behind him.

“Eric’s here.” Was all the boy said, and you watched the colour drain from Alfie’s face.

“Eric?” You said, “Eric Martin?”

Your question lingered in the air as the two men walked around one another, gesturing wildly and talking under their breath; Alfie completely frantic and flustered. You had only heard of Alfie’s new business partner in passing, the two of them had spent the better part of a year talking through agreements and shipments and trying to manoeuvre a deal where the two of them could co exist happily - Alfie’s rum and Eric’s stolen goods sharing a boat so that the city checks would be easier. Alfie had never been particularly quite when it came to business. He liked to include you and get your opinion on things, he trusted you most of all anyway, but he had been secretive when it came to Eric.

You had heard through Ollie and rumours at the club and whispers in the factory that this “Eric” was a man not to be trifled with. Apparently he was unpredictable and violent, and he belonged to one of the major crime gangs in Cambridge. None of this scared you though, many people thought the exact same of the man you shared your bed with, and you knew a side of him that nobody else saw. The gossip was barbed and cruel though. They said he was conniving and underhanded, and that his last two wives had been admitted to hospital with broken and fractured bones.

So Alfie tried cutting him out as much as he could, never wanting to say his name or talk about him in the safety of his home, not with you around. Your home was his solace, and he wouldn’t taint his life with you in blood red - you were too important. You never thought much of it, but watching his reaction, his sudden overprotectiveness and stern frown and rattled demeanour, made you just a little bit frightened.

“What the fuck does he want?” Alfie snapped, pulling your coat over your shoulders frantically and starting to button it up, then helping you tug on your boots and lace them.

“He’s pissed about the Brighton shipment, he says his liquor didn’t get there on time.”

“Stupid fucking...” Alfie’s voice trailed off like smoke, something downstairs on the factory floor clattering loudly followed by distinct, angry shouts. “We told him it was too risky with the police there, he should have fucking listened. We were due a meeting next week, tell him to fuck off and come back then.”

“He won’t listen.”

“Make him.”

“I...” He started, but Alfie cut him off again, standing next to you and taking your face in his large, calloused hands.

“Right, pet. Stay here for a little bit, and when it clears up, Ollie will take you out the back, alright?”

“Alfie...” You started to protest, before exhaling and sighing as he turned to his protégée.

“You got that, Ol? Nothing is to happen to her.”

You were getting a little hot with being ordered around, but the visible anxiety swimming across their faces like the midnight sea was enough for you to close your mouth. Instead of agreeing with his boss, Ollie shook his head, sucking on his lower lip as he tried to think of a way to convey the sincerity of the situation.

“He’s really angry, Alfie. You need to go down, now. Before he decides to come up.”

“Yeah, alright.”

Your fingers clenched, and you darted out to tug on the edge of his sleeve before he left.“Alfie. Please be careful.”

There was a smog of anxiety in your stomach and warning signs ringing like alarms in your mind as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips brushing your hairline. You chewed on the edge of your lip as he left, and you wondered how your blissful afternoon had turned into this: your body shaking with nerves as your husband descended down the stairs and into the belly of the beast.

Ollie reached out and touched your shoulder, trying to help you feel calm but his face was the colour of tepid dishwater, paling by the second.

“He’ll be fine.”

You crossed all of your fingers and toes.

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About twenty minutes passed, and the shouting had gone from ear piercingly loud to a low hum, which you found oddly comforting despite everything. You watched as Ollie fiddled with his pocket watch, the two of you waiting until it was safe to head downstairs.After a moment you heard the sound of the giant metal door opening, the one right at the front where the workers came in and the bakery goods were delivered, a clear indication from Alfie that Eric was leaving.

Ollie leapt up and smiled faintly at you, edging you towards the door as you swung your handbag across your chest. You scoffed a little as you walked, turning to face him.

“If Eric is gone, why can’t I stay?”

Ollie merely rolled his eyes, his hand migrating to your lower back as he all but pushed you forward. You might have been able to get away with ignoring Alfie’s orders, but he certainly wouldn’t. “You know Alfie won’t want you here after that. There’s no use fighting him about it, he’ll want you back at home.”

You sighed but conceded, allowing yourself to be guided down the staircase. At least at home you could distract yourself and have Cyril with you, his big treacle eyes were the perfect remedy to a bad day.

You were right beside the back door and ready to leave when you heard a voice cracking like thunder from behind you, something as sharp as a knife and as loud as a church bell. You both froze instantly, every nerve in your body feathering, your heart aching to know that Alfie was alright.

“You little fucking liar.” Cut around the room like barbed wire. “How long were you planning on hiding this shipment from me?” There was another crash, and you could hear liquid trickling and dribbling into a puddle, followed by the sweet, sour smell of alcohol.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re on about mate.” It was Alfie speaking now, his voice lowered to a dangerous octave, and you could picture the lightning like anger on his face. “Calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down? You’ve been sending things off without my knowledge!”

“I said. Fucking calm down.” The sound of a hand slamming down on wood, as fierce as a slap on the face. “You don’t want to make an enemy of me.”

There was another scuffle: rapid footsteps on the floor, the crack of knuckles and the smell of ash. A couple of the boys darted in from the other room, their shirts untucked and hands turning red. You watched them curiously, stepping forward on unsteady heels to try and pinpoint the commotion. You felt Ollie's hand reach for you but you leapt out of his grasp, at the same time a body flew from the next room and landed in a heap next to barrels of aged rum and whisky, the wood heaving from the strain.

You glanced at the man on the floor, his body oddly contorted, his bald head glistening with sweat and his body reeking of putrid alcohol and cigarettes. This was obviously Eric. Your eyes widened in disgust at the drunk, violent man taking swings at whoever he could, wanting nothing more than to get away from him. You saw Alfie emerge from the shadows, his gaze flitting straight to you, his hands swollen and his face flushed with visible anger at the man sprawled on the ground.

Before you could retreat, Eric’s wide, black eyes landed on you, practically bulging out of his head with adrenaline and anger and excitement. “ You know, Alfie.” He asked through bubbles of saliva, scrambling to his feet as best he could, lunging for you. You saw Alfie and a few of his best men move forward, hands ready like cocked guns to strike if they needed to. Eric ignored them, wanting to pack as many fatal blows in whilst he had the chance. “Everybody at the club talks about your little whore of a wife, Solomon’s.”

The room fell deadly silent. His words didn’t affect you at all, but you felt a pool of dread settle in your gut and you stepped backwards, warning him with your eyes. He was at the back of the room, but you could still feel the anger vibrating from your husband, and you heard him smack his lips as he tried to calm himself down.

Eric ignored your alarmed glare, spitting onto the concrete and looking you up and down with pure disgust and shameless lust. “You know that people only do business with you to get to her?”

“Don’t. You. Fuck - ” Alfie’s boots thundered like a stampede, his voice as dark and raspy as midnight, his words sharpened like butchers knives.

“Maybe I’ll have a go at her. Maybe it’ll teach you a little respect. If I have a go at that smug little whore and slap her around a little and....”

He didn’t finish his sentence, Alfie’s cane smashing against the side of Eric’s head with enough momentum to send his teeth flying, small milky white canines lying a few feet in front of you in a pool of sticky blood. He made some kind of noise from on the floor, his hands coming up to protect what was left of his face, his polished shoes desperately trying to grip onto something to help him up. There was a second hit. And then a third. Each accompanied by ear splitting cries, and the sound of flesh against stone.

“Don’t you ever, ever, speak about my wife like that again.” You could just about make out Alfie from the darkness, his silhouette mighty and terrifying, leaning over the shattered body on the floor, filled with a hatred that seemed to overpower him.

“I - ” Eric tried to speak but only blood pooled from his mouth, his body weakened and damaged from the attack. He tried to cover himself with his hands but failed, another ear piercing crack echoing around the room.

You lunged forward, wanting to stop your husband before he went too far. “Alfie! Stop! You’re going to kill him!”

He blinked up at you, his pupils swallowed by black. His gaze lowered from you onto the wailing man on the ground, his words playing on a loop in his brain, digging their nails in every time the record restarted.

He had said those evil things about you.

He glanced at Ollie, finally opening his mouth to speak. “Take her home.”

You struggled in Ollie’s grip, desperate to see your husband and knock some sense into him. Your heart hung heavy in your chest, equal parts terrified that he would either end up hurt or in a more dangerous situation than the one he was already in. You fought hard but Ollie’s hold was tighter, his fingers squeezing you tightly. He tried to be kind but forceful as he pulled you out into the alley, your heard turned back to face your husband, watching as him and the shadow on the floor faded to a dull, awful, obsidian.

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You were certain you were going to make holes in the wood. You had been pacing back and forth the living room floor for almost an hour, and Cyril had abandoned his mission of trying to cheer you up, and instead watched you protectively and cautiously from his wicker basket beside the sofa.

You had chewed your sunshine yellow nails down to the wick, and your heart hadn’t stop thumping since you had left the warehouse. Ollie had left you to your thoughts, keeping watch outside to make sure nothing harmed you, and also that you didn’t harm somebody else.

Dealing with hysterical women wasn’t really his forte.

There had been no word from Alfie since you had left, and so you watched the teal wall phone endlessly, hoping that it would ring and you would know he was alright. You were greeted with nothing but ice cold silence, and so you resumed your pacing, biting down on the skin of your thumb until you could taste blood.

Right before you were about to lose all control and demand Ollie take you to see him, you heard the crunch of the gravel outside, and saw lemon headlights flash against the wall. Cyril’s head lifted quickly, and his tail began to thump, but your feet turned to concerted and you were unable to do anything other than wait.

You were as still as a spectre as you stood facing the door, your body prickling with anxiety and adrenaline. A car - you assumed Ollie’s - coughed and spluttered over the rocks and into the road, leaving you alone with Alfie. You heard the key in the lock, practically felt the metal ridges running over your spine as he pulled and twisted and finally came inside, the sky a gloomy, smoky grey, rain falling so harshly it was almost hail.

He was shaped so strongly, his figure so barbed and brawny and beautiful. You felt totally mortal beside a man like him, and he looked even more so like a God when you saw him under the icy white lamp light in the hall.

He was covered in blood. Soaked in it, really. It was matted in his hair and in ugly brown splotches across his once pristine shirt and under his fingernails and smeared across his boots in a shade of red you had never seen before. It was obvious he had tried to clean himself up judging from the uneven patches and water marks, but he had given up, deciding to risk everything and drive through the streets like an abattoir worker, just so he could see you as quickly as he could.

You let out some kind of noise and stepped forward, he caught you effortlessly, the way that he always would.

“Alfie.” You said, wide eyed and innocent and good, and he felt like a sinner holding something so angelic in his arms.

“I’m alright. I’m alright.”

There was blood in his beard, and a plum sided bruise turning nightshade on his upper arm. “Oh God, Alf.”

He shook his head, pulling you in and smelling the orange and cinnamon of your shampoo and the vanilla perfume on your neck and felt the softness of your hair and the curves of your body. The day had been bad. It had started so wonderfully and ended up shattered and splintered into something so awful and malevolent, and now there was nothing he wanted except you, his home.

“We need to - ” You started, but he frowned, his arms engulfing you and tugging you in. He pressed his lips to whatever flesh he could find, open mouthed and desperate, sucking and biting and aching for you.

“No. No.” He whispered into your neck, his voice so small and desperate that your heart throbbed. “I need you, my love.”

You knew what he wanted. How we got when he was like this. Touch starved. Greedy. Insatiable. How he wanted nothing else but the feel of you under him, the weight of your ribs and the feel of your body and love consuming him until nothing was left. Fuck his back and his cane, he needed to claim you and mark you and show you just how badly he needed you. He needed to find religion at the alter of your pliant, yearning body. Show you how much he loved you on the cold kitchen tiles with the rain casting grey shadows and his lips biting your own as the thunder clapped above.

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The tap was still leaking.

Alfie had promised to fix it weeks ago and yet it still dribbled lukewarm water continuously, you didn’t mind for once though, the soft noise it made as it bounced into the water was somewhat calming.

His legs around you were as thick as tree trunks and covered in curly, coarse hair. His arms were tight around you, and you played with the jewels on his fingers as you both relaxed, letting the hot steam cover you both. You were cradled in front of him despite your instance that his back would hurt and it would cause more harm than good. He simply got in the water and dragged you on top of him, letting the pink bath salts do their job.

You hadn’t really spoken since you’d made love like teenagers on the kitchen floor. Afterwards, he tugged you on top of him and held you close, the two of you skin to skin, letting your pulses synch and breathing calm all whilst he stayed warm and throbbing inside of you. Needing to be joined with you for as long as he could.

Then you ran a bath and filled it with all of the expensive lotions and potions you had stockpiled. Cherry and rose and sweet mint and chocolate and lime, things that might have clashed but would easily cover the smell of sweat and sex and thick, coppery blood. The two of you sat in the water, not speaking but filled with love, despite all of the unspoken tension in the air.

You felt him shift behind you. His huge body sent water and bubbles lapping wildly over the tub edge, coating the floor in marshmallow pink. You giggled softly, and the sweet, angelic noise gave Alfie the final push to tell you everything.

“I know what you want to ask me.”

“Hmm?” You murmured, letting round, iridescent bubbles fall through the cracks in your fingers, knowing exactly what he was about to say but feigning innocence anyway.

“You want to know if I killed him.”

You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need to, he continued anyway.

“I did.”

The bathroom fell silent again and Alfie could feel you stiffen under him. You knew from the moment he swung his cane across Eric’s head that he would be buried six feet by the end of the day, but it still hit you like a punch to the windpipe to hear the words aloud.

“Does that bother you?” He asked after a moment, the words thick and raspy, as though they had been stuck in his throat like congealed honey.

“I’m not sure.” You said finally.

It was the truth. You weren’t sure.

You knew he had killed people before. You knew what the war had made him do, what it had turned him into. You weren’t stupid, either. You knew that he often came home with dirt under his nails and blood splattered on his boots and that glazed look in his eyes that made your stomach tie itself in knots. You knew because you had been there through it all, cleaning him up and disinfecting his wounds, talking him down when the memories of gunshots and trenches got too loud, listening to him tell you all of the secrets that lingered in his mind like flies around a carcass.

But if you were being honest, you didn’t care that he had killed. You never judged Alfie or his choices, you understood the way his brain worked and how he made his decisions. Most of the men had been awful. Abusers and violent thieves and con men with dirty intentions. This was the business you had signed up for when you fell for the six foot man with questionable morals but a heart of solid gold. There was no way you were turning your back on him now.

It wasn’t murder that scared you, it was the possible repercussions that led you to sleepless nights and bloody, bitten lips. You were terrified that one day everything would catch up to him, and it would be your husband that ended up in a coffin. He was so powerful and dangerous and magnificent, but he wasn’t invincible.

You were about to say as much but he continued, the water sloshing around the two of you. “Don’t let it bother you. I’d do it again. Kill a fucking million men if I had to. If anyone talks about you like that - if they even think it. They’re gone. Bloody scum. The lot of ‘em.”

You sighed, shifting up and grabbing his hand under the water. You rubbed circles across his palm, conveying your love through actions. “I don’t want to be the reason you have blood on your hands.”

“I’m a big lad right, I can make my own decisions.”

“I know you are Alf, but you know how I worry.”

“Listen to me, right.” He muttered, the candles flickering clementine, his fingertips pressing gently onto the bare flesh of your hip. He cleared his throat, feeling the rise and fall of your chest against his belly. “After the war I had nothing - and then I met you and fuck me you changed everything.”

He paused, reminiscing internally about how you met and your early dates, thinking of toffee kisses and giddy, pure love and fucking in back alleys and winter walks and finally feeling something after the war had shot everything right out of him. “And you are my wife. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

You tugged on his big toe, making him wince and playfully hit you, the air lightened just a little bit, but enough so that the two of you could breathe. “I don’t care that you killed them, Alf. I never have. But God, if something were to happen to you! What if the police start looking? What if...”

A million fucked up scenarios of your beloved in silver cuffs and a bullet in his head made you feel completely nauseous, but he held you tight, grounding you back to reality.

“I’m not going anywhere. And for the cops - they should be thanking me. Got rid of a lot of nasty criminals without them getting their hands dirty.” He pressed kisses to the back of your neck, the tip of your spine, the crook of your ear. “I promise you, my love, everything will be alright.”

The future was uncertain, but you knew that when you married him. Some days were just bad.

Clouded in darkness and tinged with blood and rust. Your relationship had always been a little unconventional, a little rough around the edges and at times, like a small wooden boat on a rough sea. But despite everything your love had been unwavering, as solid as a steel, the kind of dreamy infatuation that people longed for. For every bad day and every fight and every knot that wound itself in your belly - there was also so much good. Sleepy kisses and pillow talk and sharing the parts of yourself that no one else saw. A language without words, the safety of his arms, the home in your hips, domestic mornings and a love that could last through anything.And in that moment, with the storm starting to ease and the sky starting to lighten and his arms around you and Cyril starting to whine for his dinner downstairs...

It was enough.

Because you weren’t just the girl he would kill for. You were the girl he would live for.

#alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons headcanon #alfie solomons oneshot #peaky blinders oneshot #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons x reader #writing #alfie solomons hc

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｢ @bucketfullofocs — Christmas 2021 ｣

[Aya @ Sanji - Christmas Ask] Christmas started as many days on the Sunny did - with a lot of yelling and cries for food. But, once everyone was settled, Aya would hand him his gift. Several silicone molds - good for chocolate, baking, or just about anything one might need a mold for - in the shapes of many of the animals they've seen on the Grand Line. Little Super-Spot Billed Ducks like Karoo, a Sea Lion, A Sea Owl, and more were among the nearly two-dozen molds.

She didn't tell him, but she had actually picked those up back on Whole Cake Island, before the Tea Party with the intent to give them to him when she got back. She'd completely forgotten in all the fuss, but now was finally the time to give them to him.

"Merry, um, Merry Christmas, Sanji. I love you." Truly, this Christmas felt the most special out of all the ones they've shared. Perhaps it was because of the ring that sat on her finger, because of their promise to each other to soon be forever inseparable, no matter what.

Only around his beloved, the one person he felt wouldn’t judge him, was Sanji able to hold up the animal-shaped molds and call them, “cute! These are adorable. I can’t wait to make something out of them.” And he meant it, because later that evening there would be countless chocolates with varying fillings sitting on the kitchen table, ready for eating.

But, for now, he would set them aside and bring her in for a hug that had him wrapped around her completely. Face against her neck, lips and breath grazing just under her ear, Sanji sighed.

“I love you too, my jewel. With everything I have, I love you.” Any opportunity to spend a holiday with her was a gift in itself. The life they shared wasn’t an easy one, so each and every moment like this was deeply cherished. “It feels selfish of me to say this, but as long as I have you here, I know every Christmas will be wonderful. I don’t need anything else. . .”

She was spoiled with kisses across every part of her that he could reach, until his lips came to brush against hers. “Now, would you like to help me break these in? They really are too cute, and we could use them to surprise the rest of the crew.”

#bucketfullofocs #bucketfullofocs ; aya #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」#「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」#「 r. the brightest ocean jewel ( sanji ; aya ) 」#「 ( christmas 2021 ) 」#( aya is precious and he just!! SOBS HE LOVES HER SO MUCH! )#( even if he says it in the quietest and softest way he's legitimately bursting inside )

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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amber so have you seen the post of you saying ‘this is my ex-boyfriend steve’ and steve’s like ‘i told you to stop introducing me like this’ and ‘i’m her husband’ and i feel like chris would say the ‘this is my ex-girlfriend’ when you get married and yes i’m soft for him again (not like i have stopped)💕

A/N- I don't know, this one makes me SUPER SOFT AND I LOVE IT. Also going to add this as an entry to @jtargaryen18 30 Days of Chris Warning- Soft Smut

Vacation

Summary- 3.7k. Chris x Y/N. Chris flies you out to Red Sea Diving Resort Set for a couple weeks.

You just boarded off your plane, the hot sun beating down on you was so much different then the hazy Boston mugginess you were used to. Behind you, your luggage flowed behind you, and you reached up to the top of your head to drop your sunglass, scanning among the crowd for that one familiar face, the one who insisted on you coming to visit cause he missed you that damn much and it had been weeks. Were you going to say no? Absolutely not, you missed him just as much.

There, there he was, his hand raised over his head, and waving back and forth to get your attention. He was weaving among the people and you ditched your luggage momentarily, sprinting to jump tackle him. Your legs firmly settled around his waist, arms around his neck and you pressed your face in against his neck, nuzzling that all to familiar spot you claimed as yours since day one. His hands had been held open wide to receive you, were now tight enough wrapping around you that it made you squeak and kiss nibbling the shell of his ear. “God damn Chris I missed you so damn much!” You pull back to look at him, and lean your forehead against his. He goes cross-eyed looking at you.

“I promise I have felt the same exact fucking way” His hand moved to the back of your head, and he slants his face to kiss you deeply, your tongues tangling, and your pleasantly surprised that his taste, it had a slightly saltier wild taste to it, it hit you right in your core, making you flex slightly and dampen. Oh my... Groaning into him, when he broke your kiss, your lick your lips and his eyes darken with a slight smirk playing the corner of his mouth. “Missed me a lot I can tell.” He let you slide to a stand, but kept you close as the two of you go to retrieve your ditched luggage before it was stolen.

Chris’s arm hung possessively low on your waist, feeling his hand slipping under your shirt to touch your bare skin, his thumb feathering back and forth across the curve. Once you reached the bags, he was quick to grab the handle. You opted to shoulder your overnight bag, and Chris maneuvered you two through the rush of people all looking for loved ones, catch a plane, a small group of you heading to leave.

“How was the flight?” He asked, while digging in his khaki pants for keys to a vehicle, directing you two towards a jeep.”It was good, long but I had a great seatmate. They were visiting their son who was studying in the states.” You continue on while Chris pops open the back seat, he lowered the handle of your luggage, and slipped it into the back seat, you handed over your other bag as well to add to it. Closing the door, Chris caught you by surprise, backing you against the door of the jeep, your eyes cast up about to ask why when one hand braced to one side by your head, and his other hand went to caress your cheek, grasping slightly under your jawline.

“Ahhh baby, I missed this.” His eyes shining a different shade of blue, bright crystal orbs raking over your face, the pad of his thumb made its way to your bottom lip, tracing the seam. Okay, you missed this to you thought a bit breathless while you studied his expression. The hunger brimmed in his eyes and a flop of his hair fell forward when he encased your lips against his, his tongue tracing till your opened, sighing into the kiss. It all rushed to your head to make you fuzzy, unaware of anything but the man sliding his hand into your hair at the back of your head, tilting just enough.... exactly right to inhale any air from your body, and that rush buzzed through your system to lighten a fire in your belly. Ahhh baby, I missed this was right.

Chris was the one to pull away first, taking a deep and giving a bit of a grin. “Sorry darling, its been a long while, I might have gotten caught up in that.” You blink at him till it registered what he said, and tipped toed up to give him just a nip, lifting up your sunglasses off your face. “Handsome, you do that any time you are so inclined” Rubbing your hands against his chest, and he pulled you in close, rubbing his beard against your neck to make you squeal, which of course you did. It tickled. “Come on, its a bit of a drive to the hotel, and I want to get you there to enjoy it, baby. You're going to love it.”

The next half hour, you filled him in with everything going on in Boston that you didn't really talk about on the phone during your nightly calls. They were reserved for more important discussions. But now, the floodgates open, and you animated told him all about how Dodger trudged his lion all the way to grandmas when you went to drop him off, your boss getting all jealous about you going to South Africa for a few weeks, the fact they got a new coffee flavor at the local coffee shop, how the neighbor STILL had there singing Christmas lights up. Really just anything. During this, Chris reached over and took your hand, fingers weaved together and held against his thigh, once in a while he would lift it to nip on a knuckle and kiss the center, other moments he would tip his head back and laugh deeply in that way that would shake his whole body. A true genuine laugh.

You shift in your seat, as there is a rather annoying counsel between you two, so cuddling up was out of the question, but you could still look. In the weeks he's been here, it really suited him. His hair was longer, and no longer styled in the way Captain America had been, but free to flow naturally, framing his face with a slightly more rugged beard, all given to fit his latest role. Tinges of red highlighted in the sun matched the way his tan spread across his face, making his scattering of freckles across his nose really stand out. You had to admit, it was a look you really felt suited Chris.

“You feeling about this?” You reach over to brush back his hair a bit, it even felt different, the sun and ocean was good to his body, softer and sun-kissed.

Chris took a look at himself in the rearview before glancing at you “I like it, if I could just look like this for all my roles, I would. Its hell of a lot easier than having to trim it all up every few weeks. And makeup is a lot easier in the morning. They just add a bit of product in it, and let it do its own thing.” It was a well-known fact Chris would get bored in the makeup chair, and when he got bored, he got anxious and wound.

You dropped your hand to his beard, giving the gentlest of tugs, biting your lip. “Well Handsome, you know I've always been a fan of this.”

Chris barked a laugh, a bit smug as his hand went to the beard, rubbing his chin in that manner that made him look thoughtful. “Oh Im well aware Sweetness, and i plan on putting it to good use later.”

Oh my...

Your first glance at the ocean left you in a gasp, you immediately moved in your seat and buzzed down your window, a blast of hot airbrushed your hair back, and Chris reached over to turn off the ac, rolling down his own window, elbow hooking over the door as he speed up just a bit, bringing you closer to that insanely blue water. For once you felt something really did rival Chris’s excited blue eyes. It was just that damn blue.

Starting to slow down, his hand moving to hit the clicker, he turned onto a side road, bringing the jeep way back in speed as it bounced a bit on the rougher road, careful at the spots that sand pooled and spread. “Were staying right on set, the hotel had a spot all set up for us. Plenty of bungalows, and we got a nice one on the end. A bit away from the others.” There were some perks to being one of the headliners of this project and he pointed out towards the rows of a frame looking cabins, upon some stilts, nothing more then feet away from the waves, that were lapping so gently on the shore, it reminded you of a lovers caress, of Chris’s.

The jeep came to a stop at the end of the line, and you jumped out, waiting for Chris to come around, with your bag and luggage in tow. When you tried to take one, he took your hand instead and led you up the stairs. “Welcome home Sweetness” He popped open the door and it was better then you could have hoped for. Open floor plan, there was a small basic kitchenette, a table and chairs, a door leading off to a bathroom, and a bed with a mosquito net enclosing around it. Chris brought your luggage over towards the bed, moving aside the netting to set it at the end for you to get to it. And then he beckoned you towards him. “Close your eyes, this is the best part.”

“Alright, they are closed... “ You cover them and he slides open two slides, leaving the pack of the bungalow open to the view. He eased you to take a few steps to the left, and wrapped his arms around you, nibbling your neck playfully. “Chris! do I have to keep my eyes closed?” you squealed when his beard and lips tickled you, making you press back against his chest. Humming against your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, he finally relented. “Okay, open them up Babygirl.”

You immediately dropped your hands to cover his over your stomach, weaving your fingers with his while studying what he wanted you to see. Pristine beach stretched just ahead of you, water lapping the shoreline no more then ten feet of that away. The deck was raised up off the beach, with stairs leading down. Your jaw dropped, and Chris laughed behind you at your reaction. Twisting to look over your shoulder at him, he kissed your forehead. “Wanna go play in the waves Sweetness?”

“Yes! I packed for plenty of beach days. All this, getting a proper tan.” Pulling you away from the view, he set to find his trunks, and you found your white bikini, stripping quickly out of your clothes, any jet lag completely forgotten. Chris came up behind you while you were trying the strings of the bikini, going to take the strings himself and tie them for you, groaning softly. “Fuck, you are hot in this.” Grinning, you pull away and go to tiptoes to twirl for him to see all of it, landing back on the balls of your feet.

“You think so? I had to have it rushed ordered last week when you called to tell me you were flying me out.”

Chris approached you again, his oversized hands smoothing the bare skin along your sides, looking you up and down for a moment, and nodding. “fuck baby, we might not even need to go down to the beach, and just have ourselves some fun right here.” He drew you into a kiss, nips on the lips and a slip of the tongue, your body sank into him, with your hands brushing over his chest, the short soft hairs tickling your palms, and even his body felt better from being here. Lean muscles tightened where your hands roved, flowing over his ribs and flattened against his back that spoke of Power. It was tempting, and you were about to relent.

Then he stepped back and took your hand, leading you outside, you have him a huff and incredulous look as he led you down the stairs. “Don't worry, later. I will take you apart, trust me.” Hitting the hot sand, you two jogged towards the water to not burn the bottoms of your feet. “Not if I don't get to you first...” Your tone lowered playfully as you splashed into the waves “... Captain.”

Chris snapped his hand against your white bikini covered ass just as you were about to dive in, laughing as you arched your body and plunged in, he continued wading as you slipped out further away into the waves. “Fucking tease....” He said with affection and followed after you, quick to slide up alongside you and catch you. You two swim for a while, and then as the evening started to roll around, go to shower off the salt and sand, making your way to dinner. Dinner was enjoyable, your eyes bigger than your mouth, and you had to try a bit of everything. Laughing at each other as some funny doubtful faces were made, quickly changing to surprise and enticing each other to take a bite with 'You just have to try it' passed between each other. To finish off, a bit of fresh fruit, and a walk on the beach once you two got back to the bungalow.

The beach was mostly abandoned, dark but the white sand and the expanse of stars overhead. You dug your toes in the sand, having ditched your dandles on the back deck when Chris suggested a late-night walk. “Thank you, Chris.” You smile up at him, seeing his face in shadows, and his hands rubbed against your hips, kissing your forehead as you pulled in close. “For what Babygirl?”

“For flying me out, you were right, this place is beautiful.”

“Tomorrow after I get done shooting our scene, we will drive around a bit so you can see everything.”

When you two stumbled back, tugging off clothing between your giggles and shared kisses, you fall against the mosquito net, the two of you forgetting it was there and end up ripping it down, getting tangled together, you're still laughing as Chris is cursing, trying to get it off from around your naked bodies. Finally once you two got untangled, the destroyed mosquito net shoved off to the side, Chris moved over you, kissing up your body with lavishing wet kisses, the salty ocean breeze blowing in where the doors to the beach had been left wide opened, you shivered with delight at the sensation.

“Fuck. I. Missed. You.” He emphasized every word making his way up your body, nips and hands plumping your breasts, dragging his tongue over your nipples before kissing on them, then up your collarbone and to you neck. You couldn't help but roll underneath him, wrapping your legs around his lean hips and pushing fingers through that long softer hair of his and to his bunched shoulders, nuzzling in against his neck while sucking on his earlobe, giving a playful nibble on the lobe. “I couldn't tell Chris.” you giggled, which quickly turned into a lust-filled moan when he positioned himself and filled you, making you clutch to him, lightly biting his shoulder.

Once you relaxed back underneath him, Chris started to roll himself into you, grinding your hips together. “Right there...” You moaned within a few moments, tipping your head up to share a whining kiss, now it was Chris's turn to chuckle, cupping your face as he sped up, making your jaw drop slightly and eyes fluttering back. “Feel good baby?” He grunted, and all you could do was nod with urgency, rocking your hips back to meet him. When he snapped that tightly wound coil, a drop to of his hand rubbing against your nub, making you tighten, flutter around him, snapping high and breaking, you swore you saw the stars, just like the ones that danced the heavens above the ocean. He rode you through it, rolling his hips deeper, erratic till a shedder ripped through him, painting you with his cum. Kisses fell to your shoulder as his weight covered you, deep breaths shared and you didn't want him to move.

Your hands rubbed against his back that slowly started to ease under your hands, this was just as important to him as it was to you to be eased down, and your hands soon brought him into focus, arching up and kissing your forehead tenderly while easing out. You looked so content laying there, looking up at him that he couldn't help but pause and admire the moment, you soon broke the silence, weaving your hands together with his and letting your hands fall on either side of your head. “Love you.”

Smiling as he dropped kisses back to swollen lips and muttering against them. “Love you too.” and your bodies, urged you to continue, more orgasms and shared love to be had till in exhaustion, you two collapsed, the sweet breeze licking across your heated bodies while drifting off to sleep. Early morning, Chris got up early to shower, here he rose before the sun. Prepping coffee and a fruit salad in the fridge, he had it all set up on the table out on the deck, and when you started to stir, shorts and a tank top tugged on, you walked out to find him with bare feet up on the railing, coffee in hand, watching the sun come up on the ocean horizon, the landscape dotted with seagulls diving near the water looking for anything worthwhile. “Morning Handsome.”

Your hands drift through his hair, you really enjoyed it, and hoped he planned on keeping it for a while. His arm looped around your hip and tugged you into his lap, offering you his coffee, which you took a swallow gratefully before setting it down beside the bowl of fruit. Plucking a couple chunks of mango from it, you popped one in your mouth, and offered him one, which when he opened his mouth, you slipped it in. The fruit was sweet and smooth, juicy as you chewed, you selected another piece and nibbled on it while Chris rubbed your waist, letting his chin rub against your shoulder. “Mmhh, how are you this morning?”

Already your skin was taking on the sunkissed look that he appreciated, your face bright and exuberant as you smiled at him and offered him more fruit, you two sharing in the manner while you assured him that any soreness was fine and you wouldn't change anything about it. Chris seemed to go quiet a bit, and he tipped your chin to look at him. “Really, everything is just perfect?” Your own eyes widened and nod. “Absolutely handsome, there's no place I would rather be then with you. A look crossed his face. One of excitement and happiness. A grin breaking out as he had one arm latched around your hip, lifting his side enough to reach in his pocket. “I'm so relieved to hear you say that, cause it feels perfect too.”

Your brows come together and when he pulls his hand out, latched in between his fingers is a ring, a silver band with a diamonds. You're holding your breath, this was so unexpected that your speechless staring at it, then at him. “Will you baby, marry me? I've had this just waiting for the right moment to ask. I love you so fucking much and I always want you to be my girl, the one I fly to set, and the one I come home to.” His blue eyes are shining with love and a bit of nerves, not that you would say no, but more that he had made this just perfect for you.

“Christopher of course I will!” tears spring from your eyes in your joy and you grasp his face, kissing him deeply, sure to pour in that entire answer. So nowhere would he doubt that you were his, have been since you two first started dating. He found your left hand on his face, and finishing the kiss, the slipped the ring on your hand, sure that it was set just right. You held your hand up against the light baby blue sky and for you, that diamond was brighter than the sun. A symbol of your love.

Afterward, you walked him to set, hand in hand. Chris is extra playful today, pulling you in his hold, whispering how sexy you were and how tempting you were. Maybe tonight you guys would get frisky on the beach. You firmly reminded him of sand getting in all the worst places. “I don't care, we can shower later.” He reminds you, making you smack his chest to hush him, hiding your face against his shoulder before facing the camera crew, they waved the two of you over. “Hey Chris, you must be Y/N? He's done nothing more than talk about you.”

“Only good I hope.” You counter and they laugh with a nod.

“Hey guys be nice to my Ex-Girlfriend.” Chris huffs, brushing a hand through his hair, and the crew goes silent for five seconds in confusion, you nudge him with your shoulder. “Chris you pain.” He grinning and holds up your left hand to see your ring. “I'm actually his fiance.”

Looks of relief passed, and after congratulations were given, Chris laughing and you accepting the compliments on the ring, you two went towards the tent he needed to go to get ready for shooting, playing with your ring. “Hey don't do that to Scott Handsome, he will never forgive you.” He shook his head, and dug out his phone, flipping open the texts. “You kidding me? The whole family has been asking me constantly if I asked yet.”

Taking the phone, you scrolled through the messages, snorting. “How long have you been waiting to ask Chris.”

“Oh trust me, long enough. I've always known you were the one Y/N.”

#💕anon #chris evans #amber writes #amber requests #sweater writes #chris RPF #Chris Evans RPF #RPF #Chris Evans Fanfic #chris evans fic #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader

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forsakenbysinnoh · 4 years

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@baiesbeau Made a post about an Obey Me Mer AU, and I wanted to draw some designs for these lovely boys! This took me… so long to do. I hope you all enjoy!

(Reasoning/explanation for each Bro’s fishy half under the cut)

Lucifer -Luci was one I didn’t put a lot of time or thought into. He’s a shark, specifically a Thresher Shark. -I…literally just looked up ‘elegant shark’ on google images and eventually saw this one, which I thought fit. -Originally wasn’t going to have his wear much, but he IS the avatar of pride, he’d most likely like to cover up. Also that cape looks epic underwater. -T E E F

Mammon -Mammon is a barracuda. Because of this I tried to make his design very pointy, mainly working with silvers and golds. -His fishy was thought up by baiesbeau, and I really couldn’t think of anything else that fit -I tried to bring in a few more blacks (since that’s what he wears in demon form) as well as make his teeth EXTRA pointy. -Likely lives in an empty pirate ship and often goes looking for treasure.

Leviathan -Levi already has a lot of connections to snakes and the sea in cannon… soooo sea snake was an obvious choice XD -A lot of sea snakes have stripes on them, and i wanted to bring more oranges into his design than are in cannon. -I’d like to think he picks up scraps of fabric/metal/debris he finds to make cosplays. Like Ariel, he collects human stuff and is fascinated with them. -I made him look super serious, but he’s probably just showing off his brand new sword from “I tried to kill my uncle, now I have a saw tooth blade and a creepy voice in my head!”

Satan -My boi here was based off an octopus. Mainly cause they are SMART and can be known as escape artist. -…don’t ask me what is around his neck, I don’t know either -Probably has magic that he uses for pranks or to annoy Lucifer. Also to keep his books from getting destroyed. -Can be very… ah… versatile with his tentacles. *cough cough*

Asmodeus -He is a pretty beta fish with a LOT of fins and pearls. I tried looking up other fish for him, like lion fish, but Betas seem to be the most colorful and vibrant. -I tried to emulate his 4 wings in demon form with the fins along his back and sides. -Collects pretty/shiny things. And Mirror. He LOVES mirrors. -I messed up on his waist and it’s way thinner than it should be. Sorry yall.

Beelzebub -Originally I was thinking Whale shark, but baiesbeau made a good point that Orca need to eat a lot, and that they also eat moose so… yeah, made sense for this guy. -He sees his brothers as his ‘pod’, even if they’re all different species. He loves and cares for them very much. -Best hunter of the group…. buuuut often eats most of what he catches. -Not shown here, but he’s also got TEEF!

Belphagor -Based off a seal. Was thinking Manatee (cause sea cows) but seals actually have a spotted pattern that I liked better. -Constantly carries around an orca plushy, mainly for Beel, who he’s closest to. -He steals ALL the sunlit napping rocks he can find. Most of the time, you can find him in coral reefs or rocky outlets. -If it’s too bright to sleep, he’ll pull up his hood to block out the sun.

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candychronicles · 4 years

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candy, my love, my darling, oh light of my life. i would like to request a wonderful matchup please and tanks you. bnha/haikyuu (both or neither if you want, i'm fine with just being paired up with you tbh) - and you know enough about me (i hope) to pair me up with whoever you see fit 💕 let's get crazy and do the super matchup 👀 ♡ gallickingun ♡

as much as i’d love to ship you with me bc we’d be adorable together i genuinely love you with kuroo tetsurou !

okay, don’t kill me on this one, i know you love your baby bo and sugs, but hear me out. this man would compliment your kind yet protective nature so well

he’s a dork, we’ve discussed this, but that dorkiness is what makes him so fun to be around, constantly cracking silly jokes and doing things to make you laugh

he’s so serious when it comes to any important aspect of his life: his studies, volleyball, etc. so you know when he falls in love with you, it’s for life

this man years for nothing more than a safe and happy life, which you would happily provide

don’t get me wrong, he’d very much enjoy adventures and having fun: hiking, rollercoasters, eating too much food until you couldn’t breathe, but at the end of the day, all he wants is to have you in his arms

loves how kind and selfless you are, constantly trying to make others happy even at your own expense, so he’d absolutely try his best to make you as happy as he can

knows you’re a lowkey badass when it comes to protecting the things you love and does his best to hype you up

loves loves loves to tease the hell out of you about everything

knows you’re not drastically shorter than him but still jokes with you about it anyways

genuinely just loves the shit out of you, will do anything to keep you happy and will want to live out a long and adorable life with you, rocking on rocking chairs at the ripe age of 90 with great grandkids running around at your feet

“(y/n)...” the teasing voice of you boyfriend floated through the air, soft and lilting in the gentle morning sun.

you peered up with wide eyes, head tilted back to observe his face as he grinned at you like a lion that had just caught his prey. without warning, long and deft fingers rushed to your sides, swiftly digging into the supple flesh and began tickling to his heart's content, continuing to grin his cheshire grin as you writhed underneath him.

“t-tetsurou, please stop!” you screeched, hands finding purchase on his tanned arms, attempting to pull him away to no avail. it was only when you had tears in your eyes and flushed cheeks did he slow down, gently caressing you as if he didn’t assault your body with maniac tickles only a few moments ago.

“how’s that for a wakeup call?”

“you’re horrible, tetsu, and you know it.”

with a soft pout, you turned your body around, untwining your legs, arms crossing and burying your head into the pillows. you felt his fingers ghost over your shoulder, attempting you rectify the situation, but you only pulled the blanket closer, effectively cutting him off.

“babyyyyy…” he started, shuffling closer despite your protests, “let me in. i promise i won’t bite.”

“that’s what you say every time, and then you always make me regret it,” you argued, not letting your guard down for one moment. he only chuckled, moving pulling the blanket out from under you and yanking you against his chest in one swift movement, peppering kisses to your temple in a last ditch effort to soothe your fake anger.

“what do i have to do to get you to forgive me, hmm?” he asked, continuing to kiss your face, down to your nose, your cheeks, back up to your temples.

“breakfast in bed,” you declared after a moment's thought, finally cracking a smile and craning your neck to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“one breakfast in bed for you coming right up.”

okay, so hear me out once again. i know you were expecting baku or kiri but i have my reasons for why i think you’d be great with todoroki shouto

baby is so awkward but so wanting to be good for you, it’ll take some time but he will open up

you’re an amazing listener and that helps so much, it’s probably how you became friends in the first place

places so much trust in you and your relationship, it gets overwhelming sometimes how much he dedicates to you

loves loves loves when he comes home to home cooked meals and a warm smile from you, it just makes his hard day so worth it

appreciates the hell out of your love for your family and friends, pushes him to be more open and comfortable with the people he loves

wants to live on the beach with you, calm waves waking him up every morning, warm sunshine through the curtains

loves holding you all the time, loves feeling like he can protect you

adult todo is tall todo imo i mean look at daddy todo so i feel like height would be no issue for you guys

terrified of domestic life because of how he was raised but wants nothing more than to raise kids with you

may need constant love and reassurance but would give it out to you without any hesitation

soft waves lapped at the surface of the water, gently tickling your toes. a warm blanket enveloped your upper half, keeping the nipping chill of the cool morning air out. the sun slowly slid up the sky, a yellow yolk emerging from a sea of orange and pink, brightening the sky with every minute passed.

your head gently rested against Todoroki’s shoulder, a warm nudge that he was there and real and yours, forever and always. the reminder of the promises you made to one another laid heavy on your left hand, weakly glistening in the faint sunshine.

“i’m scared,” he admitted softly, sighing as he rested his own head on top of yours. you had just told him you were pregnant, something you both had been wanting for a long time now.

“sho, you’re scared because of how you were raised. you’re scared because you don’t want to turn into your father. hold onto that fear, hold onto it tight and never forget it, because as long as you have those feelings, you never will turn into him. you’ll fight it with every fiber of your being and become a better father than he ever was. i know you will be good to our kid. look how good you are to me, hmm? it’s okay to be afraid of what’s going to happen, but just know that i love you, i trust you, and i believe in you.”

“only you could understand what i mean and make me feel better just by hearing two words,” he started, chuckling to himself and pressing a quick kiss to your temple, “i love you endlessly, and i’m so excited for this next chapter in our lives. i will be good to our kid, i will be a good father, and i will continue to do everything i can to make you happy, because you are my one and only.”

#kuroo tetsurou #todoroki shouto #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #haikyuu #haikyu #Matchups

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splendidlyimperfect · 3 years

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let me be your haven - chapter 5 [big feelings]

When Natsu runs into five-year-old Sting and Rogue at the Grand Magic Games, he thinks they’re cute kids with a serious case of hero worship. But when it turns out that they’re both Dragon Slayers and they belong to the ruthless Sabertooth Guild, something doesn’t feel quite right. Natsu and Gray quickly grow protective of the two little kids, and they do their best to build a relationship with them to try to keep them safe and figure out what exactly is going on at Sabertooth.

Chapter Summary: Natsu and Gray come back for Rogue's birthday and spend the day at the aquarium. Sting and Rogue both seem to be on edge.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Natsu/Gray, Rogue/Sting Characters: Natsu, Gray, Sting, Rogue, Lucy, Erza, Yukino Tags: Canon Universe, Dragon Slayers, Parenting, Adoption, PTSD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, basically stingue are adorable baby dragon slayers and Natsu wants to adopt them, and then he kind of does, Trans Gray, Trans Sting, Nonbinary Rogue, ADHD Natsu, ADHD Sting, Autistic Rogue

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Gray and Natsu made it back to Ciralto the day before Rogue’s birthday. As soon as they’d picked up the kids from Yukino – who gave them both a grateful hug – Gray crouched down and looked both of them in the eye before asking, “Py’atu Isvan?”

Rogue’s eyes widened and they nodded, giving Gray a shy smile. “Haj,” they said softly. “Ne py’at en ne me’nao. Te?”

Gray exhaled with a smile and grabbed Rogue’s hand tightly. “Yeah,” he said, switching to Fioran so Natsu could understand. “I speak it, too. I lived in Isvan, a long time ago. Is that where you’re from?”

Rogue nodded. “It snowed lots,” they said. “I like snow.”

“Me too,” Gray said, holding out his hand and letting a shower of snowflakes fall around Rogue. They giggled and stuck out their tongue to catch one. “When did you come here?” Gray asked.

“Before,” Sting answered. His expression was more guarded than Rogue’s and he gave Gray an uncertain look. “Master finded us.”

“How old were you?” Natsu, who had crouched down as well, held out his arm and let Sting cuddle up next to him. Sting held out three fingers, then wrapped both arms around Natsu’s neck.

“That’s pretty little,” Gray said, raising an eyebrow at Natsu. “Did you live with your parents in Isvan?” He tried his best to keep his voice light.

Rogue, who was still entranced by the snowflakes, didn’t answer. Sting peeked up at Gray from where he was wrapped up in Natsu’s arms and gave him a very small nod.

“My family lived in a little village called T’sehet,” Gray said, hoping to coax more information out of Sting. “My mom’s name was Mika, and my dad was Silver.”

“They died?” Sting asked. Gray could see something like grief flicker across his face, and his heart ached that someone so small was already familiar with the feeling.

“Yeah,” Gray said gently. “It sucked.”

Sting nodded. “We lived in the mountain,” he said. Gray could see something small and shiny in his hand, and it took him a second to realize that it was the dragon charm Natsu had given him on his birthday. “Rogue’s dad an’ my dad and we maked snowmans sometimes. But the snow falled too much an’ our dads got stucked and…” He rubbed his red cheeks with the back of his hand. “They couldn’t came back. Minerva comed and saided they were gone an’ we had to go with her to be safe ‘cause we were special.”

“Special?” Natsu frowned. Sting poked at the scales on his temples and scowled.

“’cause our magic.”

Gray exchanged another look with Natsu, whose own scales shimmered with barely contained rage. Something about Sting’s story gave Gray the impression that what happened to his and Rogue’s parents hadn’t been an accident.

“That’s not what makes you special,” Gray said, taking Sting’s hand and gently pulling it away from his scales.

“It isn’t?” Sting frowned and looked down at his hand in Gray’s. The scales went all the way down his arms and reached his fingertips, and they glowed a soft white under the bright summer sun.

“Nope.” Gray squeezed his fingers. “Even if you didn’t have magic, you’d still be special.”

Sting looked dubious but didn’t argue. Instead, he looked over at Rogue, who was still trying to catch snowflakes on their tongue. Their scales were still mostly hidden by their long hair and the sleeves of their sweater that they wore, despite the heat.

“All right,” Natsu said, giving the two kids a bright smile. Gray could still see the anger in the lines of his face, though. “Where do you want to go?” The question was directed at Rogue, who looked up at Natsu with wide eyes.

“Go?”

“For your birthday,” Gray said, brushing the dirt from the knees of his pants and standing up. “We went to the fair for Sting’s birthday, but you get to choose today.”

“Oh.” Rogue looked at the ground, digging into the dirt with the toe of their shoe. “I dunno.”

“Yes you do!” Sting’s previously somber expression brightened, and he darted out from Natsu’s embrace to grab Rogue’s sleeve. “To the jello-fishes!”

Gray raised an eyebrow at Natsu as he reached out and helped him to his feet. “The jello-fishes?”

“At the care-ium,” Sting said. He grabbed Rogue’s hand and tugged on it. “Rogue likes the jello-fishes ‘cause they’re lots of colors and have weird legs.”

“Tentacles,” Rogue corrected. Their shy expression turned excited as they looked up at Gray and Natsu. “There’s lots and lots of them and some are bio… bio-limnus.” They frowned at the word. “Bioloomuses,” they tried again, then added, “They glow in the dark.”

“Bioluminescent,” Gray said, laughing as he realized that they were talking about jellyfish. “You want to go to the aquarium?”

Rogue nodded, rocking forward on the balls of their feet as they let Sting hold their hand. “Please,” they said quickly. “We only goed one time with Yukino an’ I was four.”

“Of course,” Natsu said, reaching out and taking Rogue’s hand. “Let’s go.”

As soon as they walked into the aquarium, Rogue tugged on Natsu’s hand, pulling him toward the small room where the jellyfish were kept.

“See?” they said, pointing at the glowing sea creatures. “They’re bio-loomus ‘cause they make lights inside them!”

“They are,” Natsu agreed, watching as the jellyfish flitted across the tank. “That’s pretty cool.”

“They don’t has eyes or hearts or bones,” Rogue informed him, pressing their face against the glass. “Or a brain!”

“Kinda like Uncle Gray, hey?” Natsu laughed as Gray elbowed him in the ribs.

“Can we see the whales?” Sting asked, tugging on Natsu’s shirt. “An’ the dolphins an’ stinging rays an’ seal lions?” He pointed toward an open area of the aquarium that led to an outdoor platform overlooking the tanks. “Please?”

Natsu looked down at Rogue, who was still staring at the jellyfish and watching them flit around behind the glass. “I think—” he started, but Gray interrupted.

“I’ll stay here,” he said, nudging Natsu. “You go with him.”

“Thanks, love,” Natsu murmured, leaning in and kissing Gray’s cheek. Gray felt his face grow hot at the endearment, and he quickly squeezed Natsu’ hand before gesturing for him to follow Sting, who was already halfway to the doors. Then he turned to Rogue and crouched down beside them, watching their expression as they stared into the water, transfixed by the bright colors.

“Some of them are super duper super old,” Rogue said, pointing at one of the bigger jellyfish near the top of the tank.

“Yeah? How old?”

“More than a hundred years!” Rogue turned to him with a radiant smile – one that Gray had never seen before. “A million years! Lots of millions of years. An’ some of them are super scary and can kill persons.”

“Really?”

“Uhuh. They aren’t really fishes ‘cause fishes has bones an’ jello-fishes don’t. They’re inter… inverbates.”

“Invertebrates?”

“Yeah!

Rogue’s voice was soft but excited as they kept talking, telling Gray fact after fact about jellyfish. Gray shifted until he was sitting on the floor next to the tank and Rogue quickly curled up in his lap, still staring at the water and the jellyfish floating in it. They rocked forward and squeezed Gray’s hand, pressing their fingers into his palm in a rhythmic pattern.

“You sure know a lot about jellyfish,” Gray said when Rogue finally took a breath. He was pretty sure he hadn’t heard this many words from Rogue since they’d met.

“Mej a’yat,” Rogue said, switching suddenly to Isvanian. “Mej lira y t’ya seshet.”

I like them. I read a book about them.

“Where did you get the book?” Gray asked, continuing in Isvanian. Hearing someone else speak his first language after all these years made his heart ache with both longing and comfort.

“Yukino gived it to me after we comed here and I watched them for a long long time.”

Rogue leaned into Gray, resting their head against his cheek while they continued to tap a pattern on his hand. They sat for a while, watching the jellyfish float through the water, with Rogue occasionally pulling out another fact to proudly tell Gray.

“Do you wanna go look at the other stuff?” Gray asked after nearly an hour. Rogue made a soft humming sound and shook their head.

“No.” They shifted in Gray’s lap and cuddled closer to him. “I like these best. We can stay here?”

“Of course,” Gray said, even though his leg was starting to go numb. “It’s your birthday, we can stay as long as you like.”

Natsu was exhausted. It had been nearly two hours at the aquarium, and he’d spent most of the time running after Sting, making sure he didn’t get lost or fall into any of the exhibits. They’d watched the dolphin show and seen the sea lions play, and Sting had been thrilled when one of the staff asked if he’d like to touch a stingray. Now he was standing in a group of kids his age, all staring down at a waist-high tank filled with anemones and other sea creatures.

Natsu watched Sting carefully. He’d been out of sorts today – despite his exuberance at seeing all of the animals, Natsu had noticed that he was more on edge than the last time they’d seen him. He kept rubbing at his eyes and ears, and when Natsu had asked if he was okay, he had growled that he was fine and taken off into the crowd. He seemed fine now, though, leaning in and staring at a starfish on the side of the glass.

Natsu yawned and rubbed his face, then pulled his lacrima phone out of his pocket and flipped it open to his messages with Gray.

hows it goin?

It took a second for Gray to respond. We’re still at the jellyfish – Rogue doesn’t want to go anywhere else. I think it’s too loud for him.

Natsu started to type out a reply when he was interrupted by a shout from the crowd of kids. He looked up to see that the shout had come from the little boy who Sting was currently pushing away from him.

“It’s mine!” Sting said, and it took Natsu a second to realize that the other boy was holding the dragon talisman he’d given Sting for his birthday. Before Natsu could react, Sting hit the boy hard in the arm, then grabbed the dragon from his hand and pushed him again.

“I just wanna see it!” the boy yelled.

“No, you can’t! It’s mine!”

Natsu quickly made his way over to Sting, getting between the two boys before either of them could do any more damage.

“Sting,” he chastened. “We don’t push people or hit them. That’s not okay.”

Sting glared at Natsu; cheeks red as he clutched the dragon talisman tightly. He didn’t say anything to the boy, whose mother had appeared from the crowd and was talking quietly to him behind Natsu.

“I’m sorry,” Natsu said, turning to the mom, but she waved away the apology.

“It’s fine,” she reassured him. “Matteo should have known better.” She gave her son a stern look.

“It’s not fine!” Sting interrupted, trying to push past Natsu. “I don’t like him!”

“Sting!” Natsu’s voice turned sharp as he grabbed Sting’s hand and pulled him back from the other boy. “That’s enough. You need to say sorry.”

“I don’t want to!” Sting’s voice climbed in volume as he pulled his hand out of Natsu’s and backed away. “I’m stronger!” He was doing his best to look angry but Natsu could see his lip trembling.

“Sting,” Natsu said gently. “We don’t hurt people because we’re stronger than them, even if they did something wrong.”

“But he tried to take it! It’s mine, you gived it to me and it’s for me and it’s mine.” Sting’s voice wavered as he clenched the metal dragon in his fist and stared at the ground. When Natsu tried to catch his gaze, he ducked his head further and refused to look up.

“I know,” Natsu said. “And that wasn’t nice of him. But you should have asked me for help.”

“I don’t need help.” Sting scowled at the ground. “I’m not a baby.”

“I never said you were.”

“I’m six an’ strong an’…” He hesitated, clutching the talisman until his knuckles were nearly white. “I can’t reply on other persons.”

Natsu frowned at the strange sentence. “Rely?” he asked after a second. “You mean you can’t rely on other people?”

“That’s what I saided!” Sting’s voice grew in volume again and Natsu could feel the curious gaze of the crowd behind them. He reached out to bring Sting closer and was surprised when Sting hit his hand away. “Don’t touch me!”

“Okay,” Natsu said reassuringly, holding his hands up. “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t!” Sting’s eyes were bright with unshed tears, and he still wouldn’t meet Natsu’s gaze. “I don’t want help an’ I won’t say sorry ‘cause sorry is for losers. You can’t make me.”

“Hey.” Natsu’s tone turned firmer, and he shifted closer to Sting, still not touching him. “That’s not a nice thing to say. I know you’re angry, but we don’t call people names.”

“I don’t care!” Sting’s voice was loud enough to hurt Natsu’s ears by this point, but he steadfastly ignored the concerned looks from strangers around him.

“You’re having a lot of feelings right now, hey?”

“No I’m not!” Sting shouted the word through breaths that were getting quicker and more ragged. “Feelings are stupid!”

“They’re not, bud. They’re important. And we need to figure out why you’re feeling them so we can feel better, okay? Can you take a deep breath with me?”

Sting’s whole body trembled as he shook his head. “No, no, no, I don’t want to an’ you can’t make me!” He stared at the dragon in his hand, then took a step back and threw it on the ground. “It’s stupid anyway. An’ you are too. I don’t like you anymore!”

Natsu sighed as Sting turned on his heel and started to run, weaving through the crowds of people toward the door of the aquarium. His quiet sobs receded the further he got until Natsu could barely hear him anymore.

“Should we go get him?” A hand appeared on Natsu’s shoulder and he looked up to see Gray and Rogue standing next to him. He shook his head, grabbing the dragon talisman from the ground and tucking it into his pocket.

“No.” He stood up and took Gray’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Let’s give him some space. I can find him, don’t worry.”

“Why Sting’s angry?” Rogue asked. They looked toward the front door with a solemn expression on their face.

“Someone tried to take his dragon,” Natsu explained, reaching out for Rogue’s hand. They took it carefully, rocking forward onto their tiptoes and back onto their heels. Natsu moved to head toward the door but Rogue pulled back, repeating the rocking motion a few times before nodding and following Natsu.

“They’ve been doing that all day,” Gray said quietly as the three of them headed toward the exit. “I think they’re anxious. Something’s wrong.”

Natsu nodded. “Sting, too. Maybe we should stick around for a few days.”

Gray hummed in agreement as they stepped out the door and into the warm summer afternoon. Rogue shifted closer to Gray and Natsu, trying to sandwich themself between the two of them while they made their way through the crowd.

“You want a ride?” Gray offered, holding out his arms. Rogue gave him a shy smile, reaching up and letting Gray put them on his shoulders.

“I see Sting,” they said, pointing through the crowd to the small park on the other side of the road. “He’s crying.”

“I know,” Natsu said quietly, heart breaking at the quiet sobs. “I can hear him. Why don’t we go sit where he can see us? Then he can come back when he feels ready.”

“’kay.”

The three of them made their way across the street and found a picnic table within Sting’s line of sight. Rogue settled down next to Gray on the bench, still holding his hand.

“You can make a jello-fish of ice?” they asked, looking up at him as they kicked their legs back and forth under the table.

“Sure, bud.”

Nearly an hour and several ice sculptures later, Natsu felt a small tug on his sleeve. He turned around to see a splotchy-faced Sting.

“I’m sorry.” Sting’s voice was soft and full of shame, and he refused to look at Natsu. “I don’t want to be mad. My brain was noisy.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Natsu said gently. “Thank you for apologizing.” Then he held out his arms. “Do you want a hug?”

Sting nodded, quickly climbing into Natsu’s lap and resting his head on his chest. Natsu ran his fingers through Sting’s hair that was tangled and damp with sweat. His heartbeat was still pattering quickly, and his shoulders trembled where he leaned against Natsu.

“It’s okay,” Natsu said as he held Sting close. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the dragon talisman, holding it out to Sting. “Here,” he said. “You dropped this.”

“I’m sorry I said it was stupid,” Sting said again, sniffling and wiping his face with his sleeve as he took the dragon and held it close to his chest. “I didn’t meaned it.”

“I know.” Natsu kissed the top of his head and leaned back against the tree. “It’s easy to make mistakes when big feelings take over. I’m not angry, I promise.”

Sting was quiet for a second, running his fingers over the metal, then asked, “Why not?”

“Why not what?”

“Why you aren’t mad?”

Natsu’s heart hurt at the uncertainty and confusion in Sting’s voice. “Because I love you,” he said. “And I know you didn’t mean it. I used to have a hard time with big feelings too. Sometimes I still do.”

“What’s big feelings?”

“Ones that make your brain noisy,” Natsu said, hoping the explanation made sense to Sting. “Any feeling can be a big feeling if it makes us feel overwhelmed.”

“What’s otherwhelmed?”

“Overwhelmed. It means there’s too many things happening and we can’t deal with all of them. Sometimes that’s noises, or touch, or emotions.”

“The care-ium was loud.” Sting tugged at his earlobe absently. “Lots of things is loud. It hurts my ears an’ I want all the persons to stop talking.”

Natsu nodded, catching Gray’s gaze across the table. He remembered the day he joined Fairy Tail – eight years old with heightened senses and no way to control them. Everything had been loud and bright, and there had been too many smells. He’d hidden under a table, and when Gray had tried to ask what was wrong, Natsu had bitten him.

It had taken several months and lots of help to get used to the overwhelming atmosphere of the guild hall. Erza, who had found Natsu crying out behind the guild after the first day, was the one who had taught him how to navigate the chaos.

“I’m tired,” Sting said quietly, curling up closer against Natsu and rubbing his eyes.

“Me too.” Natsu kissed the top of his head.

“Me three!” Rogue said. “You’re not mad anymore?” they asked Sting, holding out their ice jellyfish proudly.

Sting shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said again.

“It’s okay,” Rogue replied. They squirmed down from the bench and came around to Sting’s side of the picnic table, then reached up and hugged him tightly. “You’re still my favorite.”

“You too,” Sting said, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

Natsu looked up at Gray again, whose expression was still concerned but tinged with relief.

“Why don’t we head home for now?” Gray suggested, reaching out to pick Rogue up again. “I think we all might need a nap.”

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A/N: I've basically just projected my son on both sting and rogue in this story - ADHD on sting and autism on rogue. Sting's meltdown is very much what my son does when he's overwhelmed. Both ADHD and autism make it difficult for him to control and express his emotions, so lashing out in anger is pretty common. Natsu and Gray are in for a lot of work with these two~

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isvanian translations Py’atu Isvan = do you speak Isvanian? Haj = yes Ne py’at en ne me’nao. Te? = Not for a long time. You? Mej a’yat = I like them Mej lira y t’ya seshet = I read a book about them

#fairy tail #ft fanfic #gratsu #stingue #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfic #new chapter #update #let me be your haven #my fic

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GF - How A Star Is Born ch.III

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.II - ch.IV

AO3 link

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Drenched and wet thanks to the rain and thunderstorm, Dipper entered the Temple of the Gods in the middle of the night for some privacy. He was immediately faced with a giant statue of someone who was more of a fable to him than a belief: Ruler of the Gods and god of Intelligence and Ingenuity, the six-fingered immortal Stanford.

With his large stature on a throne fit for a king, his square chin, flowing toga, and stern look, Dipper felt a little intimidated by the ruler of the gods. He entered the temple quietly and moved his focus to the paintings and vases on both the left and right walls. Stories and legends were told and Dipper happily followed the fables down a hall, on the right of the giant statue, and into a huge room full of more statues and paintings and vases.

“Wow,” He breathed, his voice echoed, and he moved to the center of the room and rested on his knees. Got to start somewhere, right? “I pray my pleas be heard in this place.” Dipper prayed. “Please, someone tell me who I am, where I belong.”

“Wow, look at you!” A cheerful voice rang, making Dipper jump to his feet and look around wildly. “You look just like me! We’re like twins! Oh, wait.” And then there was laughter.

“Hello?” The twelve-year-old boy called. “Who’s there?”

“Oh, right, sorry.” The voice said, but Dipper still had no clue where it was coming from. “Hi! I’m Mabel! I’m a muse! Well, muse in training. Still working some stuff out, but so are you! Go figure!”

“A muse?” Dipper repeated. “A goddess of the arts?”

“You got it!”

“So… where are you?”

“Try looking down at the art, genius.” The voice giggled and he looked down at a vase with a girl his age waving at him. The painting on the vase was waving at him. “Hi!”

Dipper yelled and fell on his feet, scooting away. “What the…?!”

“What, never seen a vase before?” Mabel giggled and twirled around. “Pretty cool, right? Hold on, let me find something bigger to work with, I’m cramped in here.”

“I-I-I don’t understand.” Dipper scurried to his feet and watched Mabel’s painted form move from one vase to another. “Y-Y-You said… D-Do you know who I am?”

“Course I do!” Mabel said from a skinny vase, then the tile floor, then a painted pillar, still finding a comfortable place to talk. “Well, I only learned about you a few weeks ago, but I always knew something fishy was going on. It’s pretty sad, no wonder Grunkle Ford didn’t wanna talk about it, but now you’re old enough to know the truth and I think I can help you!”

On a painting the same size as Dipper, the girl appeared and popped her back and twirled, feeling her new space. “Ah, much better. Hi! Still kinda scared?” She asked kindly, though she was bouncing and giggling.

Dipper smiled. Mabel the Muse did look a lot like him. Same eyes, same button nose, same hair. The only difference really was the fact that one was male and one was female. Dipper bet that if Mabel cut her hair to match his they would be identical. “No, not really.”

Mabel calmed down a little and said sincerely, “Glad to hear that, brother.”

“Brother?!” Dipper gasped and stared at her with wide eyes. “I… I have… I’m…”

“Yup!” Mabel cheered from inside the painting. “Surprise! You got a twin! Now tell me EVERYTHING! What’s your favorite food? What’s your favorite color? What’s your favorite animal? Do you like sports? Do you wanna be my friend?!” She asked all quickly.

“Now, hold on, hold on.” Dipper said, trying to piece this together. “If… If you’re my sister, that would make me…”

“A god.”

“A god… A GOD?!”

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted answers, Dip-Dip.” Mabel said with a shrug. “BTW, Dipper is a way better name than Mason, good choice.”

“Uh, thanks.” Dipper raised an eyebrow. “How do I know it’s true? I mean… I’m not a god.”

“Well, okay. No, you’re not. But only cuz someone stole you from us and turned you mortal. See, that’s why you’re down on Earth and not up here with us.”

Dipper shook his head. “I’m sorry, but… but this doesn’t make sense.”

Mabel giggled and gave him her Skepticals. “C’mon, bro-bro, ever wondered why you’re super strong and super smart? Ever wondered where you got your necklace?” And Mabel pulled out her’s from around her neck and showed him her name and symbol.

Dipper stared, slowly pulling his matching one out and looking at it. This was crazy. This was stupid. There was no way Dipper was a god, had a family that actually wanted him, but… but…

Mabel had no real gain as to lying to him, not that Dipper saw. Maybe he was stupid for buying it, but just this once Dipper wanted to feel like he belonged somewhere. So he took in a deep breath and said shakingly, “I… I think I believe you.”

Mabel smiled and then gasped. “Oh! I forgot! I have something for you.” She reached behind her back and pulled out a book, a navy blue journal with a golden forest on it, filled with beautiful pinetrees. “This is yours. Grunkle Ford kept it safe for you.” And the painting pushed it through and Dipper was shocked when a real-life journal was being held out to him.

He took it and smiled down at that beautiful cover. A twinge of remembrance came through him, but he didn’t dare believe it.

“Uncle Fiddleford says Grunkle Ford gave you that when we were born. And he gave me this music box.” Mabel pulled the box out and wind it to hear the music. She hummed and asked, “Isn’t it pretty?”

Dipper bit his lip. Okay he definitely remembered that lullaby. “I remember…” He whispered to himself, and then asked his sister, “Wait, Grunkle Ford? Isn’t y-y-your great-uncle…?”

“Stanford, yeah.” Mabel said proudly with a grin. “He’s your grunkle, too! He’s the best! He misses you, like a lot, since you can’t live on Olympus with us. He tries not to show it, but I can tell.”

Dipper sighed. This was great, he had a family, but what was the point if he couldn’t be with them. “And you guys can’t do anything?”

“We can’t,” Mabel answered with a grin. “But you can!”

“I can?” Dipper repeated, allowing himself to believe it. The evidence was overwhelming. “What is it? I’ll do anything to have a family again! Name it and it’s half-done!”

“If you can become a true hero on Earth then your godhood will come back!” Mabel cheered excitedly.

“Okay, great!” Dipper replied. “Uh… How do I do that?”

Mabel’s face suddenly dropped. “You know what, I have no idea.”

“Mabel!”

“Well, hey! I’m not the god of all-knowing, am I?” She laughed, then gave the matter some serious thought. “I heard a rumor that there was a Trainer of Heroes on an island… Crete? No, Paros. A Trainer of Heroes on Paros. He should be able to help you.”

“Got it!” Dipper punched the air and said proudly, “I can do it! I’ll become a true hero so I can come home!”

“That’s the spirit!” Mabel cheered. “I know you can do it! Go on out there!”

Dipper started to run out of the room, but he stopped at the doorway and turned, looking at his long-lost sister gloomily. “I… I don’t wanna say goodbye.”

“Aw, Dipper,” Mabel sighed happily and pointed to the journal in his hands. “Remember, I’m a muse! If you wanna talk to me, just draw a picture or create something in your book and I’ll be there.”

“Can’t I beseech you? Can’t you come see me?” Diaper asked; he had been taught that gods can pretty much do whatever they wanted.

“Believe me, I’d love to.” Mabel huffed and blew some loose hair out of her eyes. “Grunkle Ford won’t let me leave Olympus; he’s convinced he’ll lose me, too.”

“Oh.”

“But don’t worry!” Mabel encouraged. “I know you can do it! I believe… oh crud!” And she was gone. She must have been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing.

Dipper laughed and hurried out of the temple and was on his way for Paros.

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Out at sea, Dipper looked for a way to the island. Though he was super strong, he doubted he was strong enough to swim all that way. No, he would probably have to wait for a ship to come by and to offer work in exchange for a ride. The boy walked alongside the same as seagulls screeched above him, when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

At the mouth of a small cave, a sail flew in the breeze. Dipper grinned and grabbed some old rope and began to pull. Up from the dark cave and the damp sand was an old, busted sailboat with its name scratched out by a sword. Dipper grinned at the sailboat and examined it, trying to find a hole or a deficiency, but found none. Why would someone leave a perfectly good boat?

Dipper pulled the boat up onto the water and climbed on. He was beyond pleased to find it floated and he sailed onward for his goal.

After a few hours of peaceful sailing, Dipper came across a rocky island covered in pinetrees and fog. It was cold and unwelcoming, but the kind of place a Trainer of Heroes would swell, to test the bravery of hopeful young trespassers. Dipper quickly docked the sailboat and began to explore, a little surprised to find a triangular house on the top of a small hill, right outside the woods and a few safe feet away from the sea. The boy decided to try his luck there, but as he approached, he was bewildered to see a large yellow and red sign that seemed to shine through the fog.

“Mystery Shack?” Dipper read out-loud to himself. “What the heck is a Mystery Shack?”

The dethroned god opened the door labeled the main entrance and awed at the room filled with statues, but not of gods and goddesses or even humans. Of some of the weirdest monsters and frightening creatures the boy had ever seen. Dipper, oddly enough, was intrigued and excitedly entered.

“Wow, check all of this stuff out!” He gasped. “A six-pack-a-lope, a Gremloblin, and is that an opposite sphinx with a head of a lion but the body of a human?” Dipper paused at the more normal looking statue in the room.

An old man with his long gray hair kept back with a ribbon bore metal plates on his shoulders and a cape with his tall sandals, leather-padded skirt, and puffy shirt. Dipper peered at it closer, wondering why something so normal was among the abnormal, making it the most abnormal thing here. He reached to touch the statue, but he suddenly slapped him and growled, “Hands off the merchandise!”

Dipper screamed like a little girl, cleared his throat, and tried to scream a little more manly, all the while the old man stepped down from his tiny stool and dusted himself off, his tie red and his eyes a warm, sparkling brown, his snooze a strange orange color and his cloak was red, as well.

“Ah, the old mistaken-for-a-grotesque-lifeless-statue gag! Works every time! Welcome to the Mystery Shack, kid! Got any gold? If you throw some into this Sack of Mystery, I’ll give you a tour of the greatest, creepiest, deadliest creatures known to Greece!”

“Uh, no thanks.” Dipper said as he lightly shoved the Sack of Mystery out from under his nose. “Listen, you know where I can find a Trainer of Heroes?”

“Sorry, no one’s on this island but me.” The old man grunted. “So either pay to look at Snake-Haired Lady or beat it.”

“Come on, you sure no one else is here?”

“Listen, knucklehead, I’ve been here longer than you’ve been alive.” The guy growled as he walked towards the Employee Only door. “There ain’t no Trainer of Heroes here. Do yourself a favor and try Sparta, I hear it’s nice this time of year. Now scram before I find a big three-headed dog to chew you up and spit you out.” And the grumpy old man was gone.

Dipper rolled his eyes in annoyance. There were only two possibilities: either Mabel, a muse and probably the sweetest person Dipper had ever met, was lying, or a creepy old conman was lying, so Dipper decided that he wasn’t leaving the island until he found the Trainer of Heroes and he decided to investigate.

This place was filled with things heroes might fight, so maybe there was an exhibit full of heroes, and maybe there would be some information as to who trained them. So Dipper looked around and saw a doorway that had a big messy sign that read “Closed For Remodeling.” But a good inch of dust was on the door. Another lie?

Dipper turned the knob, but it was locked. He turned it again, his super strength coming into play, and he accidentally broke the handle off. Oops, at least the door was unlocked. Dipper let it swing open and he was delighted to find a big room filled to the brim with artifacts and old relics from past heroes. The boy slowly walked in, unaware of the log of wood over his head, and he bumped into it.

“Hey, HEY!” A loud voice rang and the old man was back, this time only in boxers, not even wearing a top to cover his round, hairy chest, and he growled, “Watch it, that was part of the mast of the Argo!”

“No way!” Dipper gasped as the old man shoved him out of the way angrily and moved into the room. “The Argo?”

“HA! Who you think taught Jason how to sail? Noah?!” The old man laughed harshly as he walked past paintings and vases. “I trained all those would-be heroes. Odysseus, Perseus, Theseus, a lot of -euses. And every single one of those knuckleheads managed to screw up! But then, oh boy. There was that Achilles guy. Now there was a guy who had it all! The build, the speed, he could not only throw a punch but take it and keep on coming for more! BUT THAT STUPID HEEL OF HIS! Barely gets nicked there once, and he’s done and out of the count.”

Dipper blinked a few times, letting this story sink in. “Y-You?! You’re the Trainer of Heroes?!”

The old man sighed tiredly and leaned against a wall. “Call me Stan, kid.”

“Listen, I need your help!” The boy said and hurried to him. “I wanna become a hero, a true hero! Please, teach me!”

Stan snorted. “Haven’t you been listening to me, boy? There are no trainers on this island.”

“C’mon, please!” Dipper begged. “I have to do this. Haven’t you ever had a dream? Or just wanted something so badly you’d do anything?”

Stan looked down at the boy kind of weird for a moment or two, but then looked away, his eyes down like his hopes. “Yeah, I had a dream once. That I was gonna train the greatest hero there ever was. So great, the gods would hang a picture of him in the stars.” But Stan shook his head, like a dog clearing water out of its ears. “I ain’t training no more. Guy can only take so much disappointment, you know?”

“Stan, please, I can do it.” Dipper pleaded. “I have to! If I don’t, I’ll never be with my twin sister.”

That made Stan’s eyes flicker to the boy, trying to detect a lie. “You got a sister?”

“Yeah,” Dipper sighed. “Her name’s Mabel. I only talked to her for five minutes my whole life, but she’s amazing. She and my Great-Uncle Stanford, too, I guess, are the only family I’ve ever known, and I’ll never be with them until I can become a true hero and get my godhood back.”

Stan snorted and held his breath. Dipper looked at him and then scowled. Was this jerk trying to not laugh? “H-Hold it, kid. Stanford, Ruler of the Gods and all that and a bucket of grapes, is your uncle, right?”

“That’s what Mabel told me.” Dipper said. “She’s a muse. Well, okay, a muse in training, but…”

Stan was covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh, but he was failing miserably. “St-Stanford? The big guy?! He’s your UNCLE?! Haha!” Stan beat his fist against the wall a few times as he howled with laughter. “Mr. Lightning Bolt! Haha! P-Poindexter and Poindexter Junior! AH, HAHA! ‘Read me a book, would ya, Gwunkle?’ HAHA! Th-Then Sixer goes, ‘Once upon a time…’ AH, HAHAHA!” Stan was wiping tears from his eyes at this point as he laughed and held his ribs, down on his knees.

“It’s true!” Dipper yelled and stomped a foot in anger, his face red.

“Oh, please!” Stan growled and stood up as he cleared his throat. “If that genius really is your family, why hasn’t he sent you here sooner, eh? You think that big jerk cares about family, or that any gods care about family for that matter? Take my word, kid, they don’t.”

Dipper shook his head. “Well, Mabel does. She wants to help me get home, so she sent me here. I’m gonna be a true hero and I’ll work as hard as I can to get there, and I’m gonna see her and be with my family.”

Stan crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him. “You’re really willing to sacrifice everything you got for some dumb sibling?”

Dipper glared back and nodded.

A slow, slightly-creepy grin grew on the wrinkly face until it ranged from ear-to-ear. “That’s what I wanna hear! Okay! I’ll do it!”

“Wait, what?”

“You wanna be a hero that bad? Fine, I’ll train you.” Stan said and led the way out of the door and through the museum for the outdoors. “I’m giving you one shot to prove to me you can take it, so show me whatcha got. Anything.”

Dipper grinned and hurried to a nearby tree that looked like it was dying. “Watch this!” He grabbed it like he was hugging it, pulled, and with very little effort the boy yanked it out of the ground and threw it into the ocean, where it splashed far out of eye-sight.

“HOLY HERA!” Stan yelled with a grin and slapped his forehead. “Alright, pipsqueak, listen up, here’s the deal. You’re a scrawny little twerp who could use a good slap from puberty, but lemme tell you, you got potential. You’re stubborn and crazy strong and that’s good enough for me, so here’s what’s gonna go down. I’ll train you, but fair warning: this’ll be the hardest thing you’ll ever do ever. I ain’t gonna be soft with you. I’m talking waking up before dawn and not falling asleep well past sundown. I’m talking potential broken bones and internal bleeding if you fail courses. You might even wish that blasted Underworld will come and getcha already. But if you can handle my training, you can handle anything. If you’re up to it, your training starts right now. Oh, and you’ll have to work for me in exchange for a bed and some food, got it?”

“Deal!” Dipper said and shook his hand without a second’s hesitation. “I’ll literally do anything you want.”

“You’re gonna regret saying that, kid.” Stan smirked and threw a broom into his hands. “First task, clean the museum. If I see a single speck of dust you’re going without dinner tonight. Now get to work.”

Stan walked back into the Mystery Shack, disappearing behind the Employee Only door again, but the moment he was safe from hiding, he held his face in his hands and swore under his breath. “Damn you, Sixer, you really made me miss the birth of my own niece and nephew? Fuck you.”

#GF #gravity falls #gravity falls au #fanfiction #gift

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puroresu-musings · 4 years

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NJPW DOMINION in Osaka-Jo Hall Review (July 12th 2020)

Togi Makabe, Tomoaki Honma & Gabriel Kidd vs. Satoshi Kojima, Yuji Nagata & Ryusuke Taguchi **3/4

Tomohiro Ishii, Toru Yano & Yota Tsuji vs. SANADA, Hiromu Takahashi & BUSHI ***1/4

Hiroyoshi Tenzan, Master Wato & Yuya Uemura vs. El Desperado, Yoshinobu Kanemaru & DOUKI **3/4

Kazuchika Okada & Hirooki Goto vs. Yujiro Takahashi & Taiji Ishimori **

NEVER Openweight Championship Match - Shingo Takagi (c) vs. SHO ****1/2

IWGP Tag Team Championship Match - Hiroshi Tanahashi & Kota Ibushi (c) vs. Taichi & Zack Sabre Jr. ***3/4+

IWGP Heavyweight & Intercontinental Double Championship Match - Tetsuya Naito (c) vs. EVIL **1/2

Photos.

So in front of a 1/3 capacity Osaka-Jo Hall, New Japan produced their annual Dominion show, and it was an... interesting show to say the least. The undercard was your standard NJPW show; Yuji Nagata submitted Gabriel Kidd with Nagata Lock II at 9:25 of a fun six man opener. Hiromu lead the charge in the next match, looking better than anyone else bar Ishii. His exchanges with Tsuji were really good too, before he submitted the Young Lion with a Boston Crab to end an entertaining 10 minuter. El Desperado pinned Yuya Uemura with Pinche Loco to end another decent six man next. The post match saw Kanemaru put the boots to Master Wato, so that seems to be The Grandmaster’s next feud. They certain don’t have many aspirations for him at this point. Saying that, I suppose every promotion needs their dependable mid-carders. Speaking of which, the inexplicable Yujiro push continued in the next match, as he pinned Goto to end a painfully average match. Okada came out with his neck taped, and I don’t know if he’s selling or what, but he looked really off here. As Goto hit Ushigoroshi on Takahashi, Gedo came out and attacked Okada’s ribs with a wrench outside, taking him out of the match. Goto went for GTR on Yujiro, but Ishimori broke it up with a Lungblower, followed by Bloody Cross, allowing Yujiro to score the pin at 9:42 with Pimp Juice. He then laid Okada out with it in the post match. I understand pickings are slim in this time of pandemic, and they always have decent outings together, but I really do not need to see a Yujiro/Okada programme in 2020. This year has been rough enough.

Things really picked up after intermission as Shingo defended the NEVER Title against long-time rival SHO. This, as expected, was an excellent 20 minute war, with both guys looking great. There were no surprises here; both guys slammed into each other like bulls with hard Lariats, forearms, chops and suplexes. SHO worked over Shingo’s Lariat arm with hard kicks and Jujigatame attempts, but the champion would power out. After a back and forth exchange of Lariats, SHO hits a headkick on Takagi for the double down. A sliding Lariat and Noshigami scores a near fall for Shingo. SHO hits the powerbomb on the knees, and a huge Lariat, but Takagi kicks at one, then SHO scores another great near fall with the deadlift German. A flurry of elbows from the Rampage Dragon leaves SHO open to Made In Japan, which gets a near fall, then the challenger kicks at one from a Pumping Bomber. SHO scores another near fall with a cross arm piledriver, then Takagi turns another Jujigatame into a Death Valley Bomb, hits the draping GTR, then successfully defends the title after hitting Last Of The Dragon at 20:07. This was by far the best thing on the show, and whilst great stuff indeed, the finish was never really in any doubt, as SHO got the win in the NJC, so had to return the favour here because New Japan loves the 50/50 booking. As Shingo celebrated his win, El Desperado attacked and posed with the title. That interesting, at first glance that match doesn’t seem too awe inspiring, but I’m sure they’ll actually have a great match.

The Tag Title match that followed was a really good match, but at 28:43, it was much too long (little did I know). It must also be said, it feels like these teams have been feuding for years, as it started in February, which might as well have been half a decade ago at this point. The champions came out aggressive, attacking the challengers before the bell and hitting duelling pescados, but after the hot start, this tapered off a bit for my liking, as Taichi heeled it up in slo-mo fashion, and began choking Tana with a tag rope or something, as my eyelids grew heavy. This picked up again as Ibushi got a hot tag, flying in with a springboard dropkick, but he was ground to a halt as ZSJ caught him in a knee bar. Ibushi and Taichi exchange hard kicks, culminating in Taichi hitting the Kawada Dangerous High Kick. Ibushi avoids an Axe Bomber, but gets caught in a Stretch Plumb, which Tanahashi breaks up with a Dragon Sleeper. The champions hit their new Golden Blade move to both challengers. As they battled on, Tana tried a Sling Blade on Taichi, but he counters into the Dangerous Backdrop, but Tanahashi reverses it into a Sling Blade. The Ace takes Zack out with Sling Blade, then goes up for the HFF, but Sabre gets the knees up. Taichi takes Ibushi out with the dreaded Iron Fingers From Hell(!!!), but Tana ducks, only to run straight into a Daaaaangerous Backdrop. From there, the challengers destroy Tanahashi’s already destroyed knees, as Taichi holds him and Zack hits numerous Dragon Screws. Tana’s selling here was sublime and the move itself looks tremendous. ZSJ hoists Tanahashi up into the Zack Driver, with Taichi giving a superkick assist, resulting in Zack getting the three count, and new champions are crowned.

Then the main event. There’s an old saying: “Go big or go home”, and Gedo certainly did that here. Look, as much as I don’t really have a problem with the outcome; they need new stars in this time and they aren’t especially spoilt for choice, but this match had some pretty major problems. Not the least that it went on FOREVER and relied entirely on absolute fuckery. At 38 minutes, this was insanely long, and it really didn’t need to be. When Naito won the titles at Wrestle Kingdom, part of me had dreaded his reign, as he just physically isn’t really up to it at this point, and to mask this, I figured his matches would have all kinds of smoke and mirrors. However, both this and the KENTA defence from February had a preposterous amount of interference, to the point it really just takes you out of these matches. Now, EVIL getting the super-push makes sense; he’s a home grown star, and heavyweight to boot, and the LIJ guys are so beloved they really need a believable aggressor for them, but I’m not too sure about how they went about all of this.

EVIL came out with new music and new gear. He’s dropped the guyliner, but is decked out in a leather grass skirt gimmick that I believe should be cast into a dumpster. EVIL lived up to his name by destroying Milano Collection AT’s old EVIL scythe toy gimmick, which caused the commentary megastar to jump the rail, only to be immediately thrown into it. EVIL attacked Naito’s surgically repaired knee (he’s using Naito’s biggest weakness against him, as he knows all about it having been his friend for years), then brought a table into play, which he ultimately gave Naito a knee breaker through off the apron, which looked absolutely no fun whatsoever to take. Then the nonsense started; Jado strolled out with all the urgency of an underwater deep sea diver, as too did Ishimori, who takes Naito out with a springboard. Hiromu sprints out, getting rid of Jado, then hitting the overhead suplex into the corner on Ishimori, then drags both guys to the back. EVIL smashes a chair over the double champs head, then tries the STO, but Naito escapes and hits a swinging reverse Destino for a near fall. Naito then hits Valentia (which really should be his finish, if you ask me), then tries Destino, but EVIL grabs Red Shoes and hits a mule kick lowblow on Naito. At this point, “BUSHI” comes out, cheering Naito on, but then once his back is turned, starts garrotting him with a gimmick, choking him out. EVIL hits the stomp to the balls, then lifts Naito up and hits Everything Is Evil to win both Championships, unceremoniously ending Naito’s double reign, in a major upset to say the least. The Osaka-Jo Hall crowd were stunned at this outcome and I could almost hear wrestling Twitter break.

Hey say what you want about Gedo’s booking, but when he straps the rocket to someone, he doesn’t mess around. In the post match, “BUSHI” unmasked to reveal himself to be veteran Dick Togo(!!!). Hiromu ran them off and cut a fiery promo on EVIL, setting himself up as his first challenger, presumably on the 27th in Nagoya, but who knows? I mean, a lot happened here, and not all of it good. The shenanigans in these matches is starting to get old school TNA level, and although New Japan are in a difficult position, they’re setting up quite a few programmes, though I can’t say all of them are looking especially good to me. There remains a lot to be seen with regards to EVIL on top too. Usually, a young champions first reign isn’t especially long, so I don’t imagine this to be either, and he’ll likely just drop both belts back to Naito at some point. Time will tell on all of this.

NDT

#dominion in osaka jo hall #review #njdominion #tetsuya naito #evil #zack sabre jr #taichi #hiroshi tanahashi #kota ibushi #shingo takagi #sho #new japan pro wrestling #puroresu #wrestling review #njpw

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rueitae · 5 years

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Stitches

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It’s not actually funny.

But Lance can’t stop laughing. Here, sitting in the cockpit of the Blue Lion, broken console crackling with electricity, he’s literally dead in the water.

What was that phrase? Laughing so hard he’d need stitches?

The tractor beam filters his view of the planet, everything now in shades of pink. That’s funny too, pink flora. Almost as funny as the dark pink the Galra use to decorate their ships. He usually associates the color with his niece’s dollhouse, not furry purple murder aliens.

Chosen by sentient mechanical cats that form a robot man through the power of teamwork and friendship - this entire adventure has been incredulous, and that’s funny too.

He laughs so hard tears form in his eyes when a group of Galra soldiers approach Blue in the safety of their hangar. With them is a much smaller figure in cuffs, dressed in the same clothing they’d found Shiro in that fateful day on Earth, though a green rag covers her chest among the sea of purple.

They hold a blaster to her back. The message is clear, they’ll kill Pidge if he won’t come out.

Keeping all the Paladins alive is preferable to Zarkon, Lance knows, but he’s also sure they wouldn’t mourn her death.

It is funny how much he loves her, after never flirting with her for most of their early days, never anticipating she might really love him like… not like a teammate, like someone who wants and seeks out his time and attention. Now he thrives off her presence, her calm rationale, her hand in his.

Maybe that’s why he got caught. He misses Pidge too much.

He isn’t sure at what point he stopped laughing and started crying, ribs hurting as he desperately takes in raked breaths.

Lance isn’t ready to meet his captors, but with Pidge’s life on the line he has little choice.

Forcing himself to put on a brave face, he stumbles down Blue’s ramp with his hands held up in surrender.

Two of the commander’s subordinates are on him in an instant, dragging his wrists into cuffs behind his back.

“A pleasure for you to join us, Paladin,” the Galra he supposes is the commander says pridefully. “Your accommodations have already been prepared,” he smirks cruelly. “You’ll have a chance to clean up before meeting Commander Livik.”

Lance isn’t sure he likes the way he says that. Especially not with the way Pidge looks like she wants to say something - something very important.

Pidge is prodded on in front of him as he’s dragged and pushed down the long hallways. She never looks back at him, which Lance both understands considering the situation, but doesn’t make it hurt less.

He can’t imagine what she’s already been through. How long has she been captured? Are any of the others here?

They come to a stop in front of a thick metal door with the largest latch he’s ever seen. No sooner than the sentry has opened it, Lance is shoved in, landing face first onto the… the…

The carpet?

The feeling of rug burn is unmistakable, having been the recipient of it so many times as a kid.

Lance is sitting up by the time the door closes. To his joy, Pidge is here. It’s just the two of them.

“You’re okay,” he breathes, unable to help a smile.

It’s only then her lower lip wobbles and her eyes brim with tears. In a moment she’s on her knees, arms wrapped tightly around him.

“I’ve been so scared for you,” she hiccups. “I’m so sorry.”

Lance chuckles. “What do you have to be sorry for? You didn’t do anything wrong, Pidge.”

Pidge drags in a sniffle. “It is my fault. Commander Livik used my codes to lure you in. I was such an idiot!” she cries. “He gave me the terminal on purpose and it worked. I hate that you’re here.”

Eyes heavy, he closes them and rests his head in the crook of her neck. “Maybe it's for the better,” he says and dares to plant the tiniest of kisses on her collarbone. “I was nearly out of supplies, and now I can be with you.”

She holds him closer and almost seems to sob harder. “I wish you weren’t here but… I’m also so glad it’s you.”

An unpleasant knot begins to twist in Lance’s stomach. He has the distinct feeling he’s missing something. “Pidge,” he begins softly, an appropriately somber tone. “What don’t I know?”

Pidge gulps, squeezing a fistful of his black undersuit. “We don’t have much time. He’ll be upset if you aren’t ready in time. Livik will let you fight some battles, but this one isn’t worth it, trust me.”

Lance watches carefully as Pidge stands and walks across the room. This is no prison cell, it’s an elaborate suite fit for the captain of the ship. Something isn’t right - but Pidge seems to know, and he has no problem trusting her.

“What am I getting ready for, exactly?” Lance ponders.

“Dinner,” Pidge responds before walking into an adjoining room and turning on the light switch. Moments later, water begins to flow.

A bath.

“He’s going to ask you a question,” Pidge says when she emerges. “And if he doesn’t like your answer he’ll kill you.”

Finally, something Lance expected - though it still makes his heart skip a beat. “He asked you the question too, didn’t he?”

Pidge nods. “I told him I hated him and that I was going to kill him,” she recites, eyes closed as if remembering. “For stealing mine and everyone else’s futures.”

She holds her arms, eyes downcast and shivering. “So he said he wanted to see what my future looked like, and ever since I’ve been doing menial tasks around the ship, waiting until he finds another Paladin.”

“Okay, that sounds about right,” Lance nods, impressed with Pidge’s passion and guts as usual. “What am I supposed to say?” he asks.

Pidge pauses before answering, which doesn’t exactly inspire confidence, but he still trusts her, even if she isn’t looking at him when she says, “The truth, whatever your truth is.”

She helps him out of his cuffs (she was trusted with a key, and Lance is really feeling uneasy now) and then his armor. He appreciates it, as Blue’s rough landing made him very sore - accentuated now that the adrenaline is leaving his body.

“You’re injured, I’ll help,” Pidge insists, though he doesn’t miss her bright red face - and he’s sure it isn’t because of the steam as hot water fills the tub.

“You don’t have to,” he tells her. While proud of his physique, something about Pidge seeing him naked stirs the blood in his cheeks.

Pidge gulps. “I should.”

Lance isn’t going to argue with her, but he gets the feeling she’s doing this for more than out of her own good will. He just hates how tense they both are. The suite and the bath make it all feel less like captivity and more like a honeymoon.

And that makes Lance nervous.

He gets in the water quickly, for Pidge’s sake, even if his bruises protest the entire time. Pidge has a washcloth and soap and starts with his shoulders.

“Are you… comfortable?” she asks after a while.

“Are you?” he retorts when her voice betrays she clearly isn’t. “Pidge, what does Livik want from us?”

Her hands start shaking. “I always hoped that after the war we could date like normal people,” Pidge says. “I could meet your family, and you could properly meet mine. Then if it works out we could have a nice wedding and just be together then maybe have…”

Pidge can’t finish the sentence, but she doesn’t have to at that point. Lance gets it.

Despite the warm bathwater, a cold shiver shoots up through his arms. Suddenly, he feels very ill. “Why? What could he possibly have to gain from us… together?”

“Leverage,” Pidge begins as she rubs the soaped cloth over his chest and down his sides. The analytical tone she takes makes him feel as though he’s thrown into another reality. “Entertainment, slave labor, scientific study,” she continues, speaking quicker and quicker. “He’s a ruthless commander, but he likes knowledge. I spend a part of every day talking to him while he takes notes on human behavior.” A deep breath. “With you here, his studies will begin again in earnest and he doesn’t care. We’re just lab rats to him - he has an entire prison full of different species from across the universe on his planetary base and--”

Lance grabs her hand in his, squeezing it tight. He stares into the foamy water as Pidge rests her forehead on the back of his neck, breathing heavily.

He’s sick with the knowledge she’s had to live with him for so long, in these conditions. It isn’t the dirty prison cell that he expected, but Lance has a terrible feeling that this might be worse.

“Whatever happens,” he promises, “I’m staying with you, Pidge. Don’t forget it. We’ll stay alive and get out of here somehow, find the others and save the Lions.”

“I’m holding you to that,” she whispers. “We’re Paladins of Voltron, don’t ever forget it, no matter what we have to do.”

A well of pride surges in his heart. Blue may be beaten up, but he’s still her Paladin, and with him and Pidge, surely they’ll devise the most brilliant scheme to escape.

“I love you, Pidge,” he says, pivoting around so he can see her. “I meant it before and I mean it now.” He takes a soaking hand and cups her cheek, the water on his hand merging with the tears in her eyes. She’s so close to breaking here and it kills him - she needs this reminder of her humanity more than he. “You’re the smartest person I know, brave and selfless and loyal and fun. I’d marry you right now if I could.”

She wraps him in a big hug. “I hate that this is everything I wanted, but it's for the wrong reasons. I’m a terrible person.”

Lance growls in anger and rises as high as he can manage on his knees to better hold her. “I just said you were brave and selfless. No matter what happens here, that won’t change, okay? I may not be super smart, but I do know that for a fact.”

Sniffles. “Thank you, Lance. Thank you for always encouraging me. You have no idea what it means to me.”

He holds her until he feels his legs getting pruned and the water turns cold, and even then he doesn’t want to let go. Pidge needs him right now - whatever Livik has told her has gotten under her skin.

“I love you so much it hurts,” Pidge finally tells him. “He’s going to make you mad just… please don’t fall for it. Stay alive, for the universe and for me.”

“I promise,” Lance says. “I promise I’ll stay alive, we’ll find the others, and when we all form Voltron and stitch this universe back together, we’ll live the happiest life on Earth together. You, me, and all the others. Even… even new faces we meet along the way. We’re gonna get that happy ending.”

With the way Pidge really and truly smiles at him, Lance believes it.

#plance #whumptober2019 #no.11 #stitches #voltron legendary defender #vld fanfic #rueitae #my writing #imprisoned for science #character a gives character b a bath

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c-atm · 4 years

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Flirty Fighting: Flawless Victory

Score: Biscuit 2 Berry 2

Steven couldn't think as Connie impishly closed the door to her room, telling him to wait for her downstairs. Steven nodded in dumbfounded agreement before turning towards the stairs, a simple thing.

Problem was he couldn't get a footing on the floor. He had to push wall to wall to move forward and even then..he literally couldn't get down stairs..So he floated in contemplation at the fact that Connie Maheswaran....Made him float instinctively.

"That little minx...That was sooo."

Steven growled and quiver, a rose quartz blush on his face as he licked his lips as the memory of what just happened pass through.

"Unfairly exciting."

*6 minutes ago.*

Steven had just pulled up in the Dondai into the Maheswarens driveway. Doug and Priyanka was gone for the month celebrating their wedding anniversary(’20 years strong’), so Connie had the place to herself...meaning more time to hang out alone....Meaning more time to tease her...He must admit he was on a kick since the blackout,

Seeing the indomitable Connie Maheswaren squirm so. The look in her eyes..those dazzling eyes..that bit lip, that seductive innocence. It was a rush for the usual nice guy to be dominant..especially to her, his strong willed and stubborn berry. His impish tease of a best friend. His super smart and usually cool Connie.

As he stood up he heard music playing from her room on the top floor, Connie’s room and recognized the song instantly as an english cover of ‘Love Dramatic.’

Oh love me Mister, Oh Mister

Let me hear how you feel, show that you're for real

Hey Mister, c'mon Mister

Stop the tease, make believe there's no need to be mean

The second thing he noticed with a smile was Connie was singing along..

‘She’s such a weeb..a sweet one though’

He chuckled as a plan formed with the thought..This was a perfect opportunity to start the visit with a tease...it was only right.

So with a slightly sinister smile The young man whipped out his smart phone and leapt to her window silently, ready to catch her...He set his phone to record.

and his face reddened..his mouth dried... his jaw dropped and lip quivered.

You won't know and won't tell how you drive me wild

(Your) Piercing gaze, charming smile is enough to tell

In this game played by two, I for sure will not lose

Love is war! Love is war! Love is war!

Connie Maheswaren, dressed in a forest string tee with a sea-foam frills across the chest that stopped just above her naval and baby blue mid thigh overalls that fit her like a glove, wasn’t just singing...She was giving a performance.

What a performance it was.

Let's dance til dawn hits and

Feel the heat of love and ecstasy

This ain't just a "thing"

Shivers go down your spine imagening

He watched as she twirled with her partner, a giant pink stuffed lion which she somehow got into one of his old red shirts, her hair flowing with each spin, each step she took, her voice in perfect tone with the song. It shook him through his heart and gem.

You'd be mine

Thinking ahead of time

That our future's looking bright, interwined in mind

How she dipped and tossed the toy around as she serenaded it. Each sway of her waist; rhythmic. Each twitch of her hips; mesmerizing. Her freed wild passion mixed with her natural body control,all in motion.

Eight whole words I want to hear from you

"I love you with all of my heart" ("I love you with all of my heart")

and I'll assure you that we won't fall apart

"You're unbelievable, Ni'."

His eyes widen as she looked straight at him and vice versa, the chorus playing in the background. His face grew even darker as he moved from his eyes from the phone.. and looked at the real thing..

He expected her to freeze, scream even.. or at least blush…

Once again Connie proved to be more than expected. Her eyes..those dazzling black eyes, were now burning not with anger, but with another feeling..one that sent shockwaves of excitement throughout his body, half-lidded as they were.

With teasing lick of her lips and a dangerous smirk, she stepped slowly one foot slightly crossing the other, accentuating her tone, strong, curves with each step, like a lioness in her den.

Mislead by interest, your charming act won't be enough pretend.

(It's) Both players intend: Getting their way 'til one of them will break

All while singing along, never missing a beat.

She got close enough to gently place the phone on her desk near her bed, pointing the camera towards the center of the room; catching the whole area.

There's no need, writing a "happy end"

'cus our love is so much more, and I wouldn't want it to end

She led him to the room center, her melodic voice and gentle movements putting him in a trance like state. Stroking his temple and chin as she lead him to the center of the room, in the camera sight.

I'll take all - even your deepest lies

Embrace me and hold me tight (Embrace me and hold me tight)

She hooked her left leg behind his thigh and his right hand at the curve of her back before leaned back pulling him down with her, their faces only a centimeter apart.

While I make sure your facade's breaking tonight

Oh love me Mister, Oh Mister

As the chorus began again she moved closer, to sing it straight in his ear. That plus the smell of lily and chai...Her scent...made his knees buckle for a second.

"YYYesss"

When I see you give in, I know that I could win

Hey Mister, c'mon Mister

There's much more 'hind this smile, yet I can't make out why

He didn't mean to say yes outloud, to answer the question so eagerly and readily, but he did. Luckily, it seemed that the music drowned out his submission.

You won't know and won't tell that I know you too well

Handsome face, blue-ish eyes, is your bulletproof disguise

She bit her lip and he was second from tasting her as well, before she released herself from his grasp and untangled him from her making a show of her long and well built her legs are. He actually whimpered just a bit as she turned away from him though was gulped when he found himself being led to the wall.

Draw me in, bet away let's see who's gonna win

Love is war! Love is war! Love is war!

"It's heartshaped. "

He blushed red as realize what he just said and what he was referring to. He moved his eyes upwards and saw her grinning mischievously before placing him between said wall and her back.

He trembled, trying to catch his breath and stop the heart attack he felt he was going on a she placed his hands between her waist and upper thigh, making him tap to the beat of the song. Her right foot on the wall keeping them in place.

When will you ever let me see

that you're feeling the same as me

Hear me out, I can't take it anymore

I'm begging you

She on the other hand swayed her hips, waved her body, slightly rubbing against him with her movements..but enough to realize she melted..and harden him. As she sang the bridge with a breathy almost purr like tone in his ear, emitting a snarl from her beastly Biscuit. as she played with his locks a bit, she gave him a slight nerve tingling blow upon his neck making him growl and pressing her against himself.

"Woo.. can I just live here.You,me and this wall behind us?"

His delirious request made her giggle heartedly and it was the perfect signal to end the performance on.

Please love me~

Oh love me Mister, Oh Mister

Let me hear how you feel, show that you're for real

Hey Mister, c'mon Mister

Tell me please, make believe, show me we're meant to be

She turned towards him and stared guiding him to the floor, sitting him down before straddling his lap. arms around shoulders, lips just an inch a part.

I'll give in just for you - I won't hold back this time

(Your) Gentle lips, teasing eyes make me weak for a while

In this game played by two, I doubt that you would lose

Love is war! Love is war! Love is war!

As she sang the song seductively and adorably, Steven found him hands resting on to her thighs and nothing else. He was entranced by her to do nothing but follow her lead..

Love is war! Love is war! Love is war!

When she kissed his forehead, he smiled.

Love is war! Love is war! Love is war!

His nose..He smiled..

Oh Mister~ Oh Mister~

When she moved to his lips giving him a hungry look, he parted his and closed his eyes in anticipation… only to feel her fingertips.

"Songs over."

Steven mind shutdown as she removed her fingers from his lips..and kissed them. She slowly and teasingly stood up before helping her bae-friend to his feet and holding his hands downward as she gave him his phone(after tinkering with a bit) and lead him out of her room as gently as possible. Steven, finally getting his motor function back, turned around only to meet her finger tips.

"I'll be with you soon, try to handle that...You've been floating since verse two."

Steven looked down and realized that he indeed wasn't on solid ground.. He was about to say something, when she did something unexpected. .. she gave him a quick peck on his lips and a teasing lick, getting a reaction out of him..floating a bit higher..

"We can discuss living arrangements some other time, 'Mister'. Now go wait downstairs. let me freshen up."

With that she closed the door on him."

*Present*

" Sheesh, She definitely beat me, flawlessly. I couldn't even mount a defense. "

He floated as a smile cane his face. He lost but damn it feel good to lose. That when he heard his phone vibrate. He opened his phone and almost hit the ceiling...literally.

Two photos: One with her blowing on his neck..which looked more like she was necking with the tagline: love you too mister😄

The second one was a picture she took of herself still in her outfit her back to the mirror slightly bent over looking over her shoulder with the tagline: Officially Heart Shaped(for your eyes only Biscut)😉😘😎

Steven snarled as he saved the pictures before a smirking. He floated in thought as he tried to think of a plan to get her back...but all he could think about is what happened..and if he was honest. his he loved it. Soon those thoughts went from making Connie melt and squirm to making Connie his, Indefinitely.

Score Biscuit: 2 Berry:3

Bonus:

As she closed the door on her Jam bud, she slowly slumped to the floor..a brilliant smile on her red face.. She was in love and she loved it.

She love it. All of it.

She love dancing with him, always did even when they were more innocent and he was less bold and she loved her body less...but that..

That...having him all to herself like that. Having him touch her like that, look at her like that it was too much if he took control for a second...She would have slumped, given in fully. She will never forget this...the mixture of wanting and loving in his eyes...The beach sand smell of his sweat...the feel of his hands, his body on hers…

“Oh my stars, I did THAT to him.”

She couldn’t help but feel proud..and a little worry that maybe she took it to far.

Until she heard him call her a minx...Which meant that despite everything..He was still all in. She stood up and pulled down her overall straps when she saw herself in the mirror, her stance and the seats of the overalls

“Heart shaped.”

That what Steven called it..Her butt. Her face flared at the thought but so did her mischievous side as she got her phone and took the picture.

“Extra points.”

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maydaymadier · 4 years

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Fannar Playlist Breakdown

idk, I’m procrastinating so I’m gonna explain all the songs on the Fannar playlist

Immigrant Song, Led Zeppelin basically my inspirations are showing here, Fannar’s original concept was ‘Well the MCU writers can do whatever the fuck they want with Loki so so can I’ so I pulled this one from the Thor: Ragnarok soundtrack, on a lesser note “We come from the land of the ice and snow/From the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow/The hammer of the gods/W'ell drive our ships to new lands/To fight the horde, and sing and cry/Valhalla, I am coming!” and he’s literally from a place called The Frozen North

Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen The only family member whose opinion matters to Fannar anymore is his mom. There’s also just the general level of dramatic thinking that happens when grievously injured and believing you’re about to die. “Mama, ooh,/Didn't mean to make you cry,/If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,” is probably about what he was thinking when he was

Bleeding Out, Imagine Dragons bleeding out at the bottom of an abyss, back mangled and painfully aware that he was about to die, a Fannar backstory jam, this one lines up with when Fannar made his warlock pact with Auril

Monster, Lady Gaga He just vibes with this one, I think Fannar would fucking love this song

Judas, Lady Gaga Once again, I just think he vibes with this one, he just vibes with it

Fox on the Run, Sweet OH MAN, this works on multiple counts. Fannar starts off the campaign as a ‘fox on the run’ bc he’s like, a trickster running away, avoiding home, ALSO “I - don't wanna know your name/'Cause you don't look the same/The way you did before/Okay - you think you got a pretty face/But the rest of you is out of place/You looked alright before” works super well bc Fannar literally grew up with a different face, and he lost it bc of backstory so this would be a random person from The Frozen North talking about him.

Surrender, Cheap Trick I don’t know, I think I just got Fannar vibes from it? A family with a really weird, vaguely dysfunctional dynamic? The parents have weird pasts and that’s reflected in the kids? Yeah, that checks out.

Dead and Gone, The Black Keys Early in his pact Fannar, still presumed dead by anyone who’d previously known him, and at his patron’s beck and call “So long/Why you waiting so long?/After every single word is said/I'm feeling dead and gone”

Sinister Kid, The Black Keys Fannar, especially early on, was wildly, blatantly self-destructive, not even trying to hide it. “A sinister kid is a kid who/Runs to meet his maker/A drop dead sprint from the day he's born/Straight into his maker's arms/And that's me, that's me/The boy with the broken halo/That's me, that's me/The devil won't let me be”

The Kids From Yesterday, My Chemical Romance idk, I don’t remember why I originally added this one. But it’s probably just some Fannar-reflecting-on-his-past from time to time

Sleep, My Chemical Romance Admittedly, Fannar’s done some pretty shitty things, but he’s a lot harder on himself than anyone else is, “Undeserving of your sympathy 'Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did” so it’s easier to just own it and revel in the idea that he’s a bad person who isn’t sorry than admit to anything.

Once Upon a December, Liz Callaway (Anastasia) BACKSTORY JAM!!!!!! This is like,,,,baby Fannar, his present self is so detached from who he was as a small child that that whole part of his life doesn’t really feel real. He knows it happened, but it’s such a 180 he can’t properly wrap his head around it.

One Way Or Another, Blondie Early on in the campaign he was being tracked down by someone, who later turned out to be his Nana Frostyears (his childhood governess, i guess i’ll call her a governess), tracking him down to bring him home to save the kingdom

Unknown Brother, The Black Keys This is more from his brother Orvar’s perspective, Orvar trying to wrap his head around what happened to his baby brother Fannar as an outsider looking in. “Though I never met you/And we spoke not a word/I'll never forget you/Through stories that I have heard/For you unknown brother/My baby's mother's pained/Because your soul is in heaven/But your memory remains”

Death By Glamour, Toby Fox The ranger (Isorropia) and the druid/DM1 (Thrain) were talking about Fannar amongst themselves and decided that it fit him and I was inclined to agree.

Don’t Stop Me Now, Queen Fannar, a few years post-backstory, come into himself, still an impulsive bastard but he’s having fun now.

Dinner & Diatribes, Hozier Look, I’m sorry but a lot of songs are gonna be on here bc they’re horny and this is one of them. This could be Fannar’s pov, it could be an attractive stranger interested in Fannar’s pov, it could go either way. “Honey, this club here is stuck up/Dinner and diatribes/I knew it from the first look of/The look of mischief in your eyes”

Movement, Hozier yet another Horny Song, but this time a little more, awed by the other person bc when Fannar decides he wants to sleep with someone he goes big or goes home and sets his sights on impressive people......like a dragon “I still watch you when you're groovin'/As if through water from the bottom of a pool/You're movin' without movin'/And when you move, I'm moved”

Blame It On The Girls, MIKA OH BOY this pretty aptly sums up Fannar’s attitude and attitudes abt various family members, this song is just, a perfect summary of Fannar, though I guess it’s more someone describing him as opposed to Fannar saying it himself “Blame it on the girls who know what to do/Blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you/Blame it on your mother for the things she said/Blame it on your father but you know he's dead”

Burning Pile, Mother Mother sometimes Fannar’s bullshit, baggage, and mistakes catch up with him and the easiest thing to do is to torch it. why would he ever actually deal with it fully? “All my troubles on a burning pile/All lit up and I start to smile/If I, catch fire then I change my aim/Throw my troubles at the world again”

cherubim, serpentwithfeet ANOTHER horny song but this is specifically abt someone! There’s a character that I have Fannar paired off with in my canon-compliant writing, Renault, the War King of Ragnas. Who, well, Fannar started off as a consort but then it turned out that he really liked him, and he felt the same way and it’s probably the best romantic relationship of Fannar’s life so he feels a certain level of devotion to Renault. “Boy, every time I worship you/My mouth is filled with honey/Boy, as I build your throne/I feel myself growing”

Savior, St. Vincent [lord farquaad pointing meme] horny, Fannar is more than willing to fill sexual roles for people, fulfill what other people think of him because that’s easier than having his own concrete identity, though he knows it has its limits “You dress me up in a nurse's outfit/It rides and sticks to my thighs and my hips...... Honey, I can't be your savior/Love you to the grave and farther/Honey, I am not your martyr”

Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue), Hozier [lord farquaad pointing meme but deep fried] HORNY Look, Fannar knows what he’s about, and also maybe sometimes he can be horny in an emotional way that makes him a little bit sappy abt the present events “Be thankful some know it lovingly/There the reason comes in the common tongue of your loving me”

Low Lays the Devil, The Veils okay, I originally put this on here bc I think it was a recommended song on a different playlist and i wanted to save it and so i saved it to Fannar’s playlist bc it fit that one best. Overall, just a general allusion to Fannar’s fiendish heritage as a tiefling I suppose and also how he generally likes to hype people up to by proxy hype himself up “High as the heavenly sea/Low lays the devil in me...Come lay your head on my lap/And let your hair fall back/You've got to live with yourself”

Save A Horse (Ride a Cowboy), Big & Rich Okay, I added this jokingly bc I managed to convince myself that Fannar would fucking love this song, absolutely jam out to it while he’s fucking wasted. Also, maybe his type is ‘Cowboy’ and that’s hella valid of him.

Horns, Bryce Fox He’s a tiefling! A tiefling with very prominent horns! He’s gotta learn to take pride in that shit and learn how to think of them as attractive

It’s Hard to Be Humble, Mac Davis Look, Fannar knows how to hype himself up and strut and preen like the peacock he is, being humble is not a part of his persona

Little Lion Man, Mumford & Sons hahahahaha, scratch through Fannar’s exterior deep enough and you’ll easily find someone who was put through a fucking meat grinder and had his identity crumbled into a million jagged bits. He maybe could have been a great wizard, and insightful advisor to his brother when he became king, but instead he was broken and choked on the poison poured into his mind “Tremble for yourself, my man,/You know that you have seen this all before/Tremble little lion man,/You'll never settle any of your scores/Your grace is wasted in your face,/Your boldness stands alone among the wreck/Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck”

You’re My Best Friend, Queen I needed a song for Fannar and Isorropia. Isorropia is his best friend (and tbh he considers her to be like a sister, though he doesn’t really expect her to feel the same way) and he feels very strongly about her. He would kill a man for Rope.

Everybody Wants To Rule the World, Tears For Fears A pretty central even in Fannar’s backstory was his trying to take the throne of his home kingdom and he generally cares about being in control of himself and his situation, having no control over what’s happening to him is not a good time

I Don’t Know What We’re Talking About, Ninja Sex Party Okay, there’s a running thing where whenever we’re in a bathhouse or something I’ll just shout out “Fannar disassociates in the bath” which started off as a joke but then I realized Fannar doesn’t like being alone with his thoughts or his body. He didn’t grow up with this tiefling body and as much as he can claim to be comfortable with himself, he can’t always manage to put his money where his mouth is. There was one notable time where Fannar was completely checked out in the baths in this inn in Vulcanica and the party managed to chase a guy down into an alley and fight him, all while Fannar stayed sat in the bath. (See also, this is why Fannar is such a promiscuous character, he’s trying to assert confidence in his body by being overtly sexual)

Catch Me Now I’m Falling, The Kinks Ya boi fell. He notably fell into a massive fucking abyss and it would have killed him had he not made his pact with Auril

Emperor’s New Clothes, Panic! at the Disco Big Fannar vibes, he’s big and dramatic and as someone who grew up among nobility and hated it he knows how to clock fake people who clothe themselves in pretension and importance. Also lowkey speaks to his ambitions to become an archfey himself someday “Sycophants on velvet sofas/Lavish mansions, vintage wine/I am so much more than royal/Snatch your chain and mace your eyes/If it feels good, tastes good/It must be mine/Heroes always get remembered/But you know legends never die”

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, Panic! at the Disco What can I say besides Fannar is a party animal

Somebody To Love, Queen HE’S JUST A BIG DUMB GAY WHO MASKS HIS EMOTIONS BUT DEEP DOWN WOULD REALLY LIKE TO JUST GENUINELY BE LOVED, HE’S GOT PLATONIC LOVE IN THE FORM OF HIS INTER-PARTY FRIENDSHIPS BUT HEY HE’D LIKE SOME ROMANCE TOO PLEASE AND THANKS (SHOUTOUT TO RENAULT)

Viva La Vida, Coldplay More backstory allusion stuff, he was a big dumbass who wanted to rule but his reputation crumbled around him and all of those ambitions became untenable.

#my post #tal plays dnd #fannar #readmore #long post

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The Lion’s Heart

Warnings: None. | OC’s: Muerlinian Zephyr | Word Count: 1,396

A/N: Part two of holiday fic.

A/N: Super late, but sleep was of the essence.

Darkness.

Like he was outside.

But with white.

That’s right…the snow.

But…he could barely feel it.

It was like...it wasn’t even really there.

Hard to believe this sleeveless gent was suddenly used to the freezing temperatures.

His mind raced in his slumber.

He remembered the freezing cold.

The ice bombs attacking his friends.

His men…

…Talcott…

…that blinding flash of light…

“…Muerlin…”, the man mumbled in his sleep.

“Yes?”

Prompto choked himself awake with a sharp gasp, leaning forward into a sitting position. Panting heavily.

“Woah, woah there, jumpy”, that familiar silky accent floated through Prompto’s itching ears. Those charcoal black hands gently holding his body steady.

His indigo iris’ lifting to view those teal lagoons he longed for these past 2 years.

It wasn’t a dream.

“Muerlin, you...”.

Prompto longingly reached toward her face, running his fingers through her silver locks.

It was longer than before...everything about her seemed brighter.

“Doc said you shouldn’t move so much”, she explained with a smile.

Rising from her seat next to the bewildered plebe, she made her way toward a pot of tea that was still steaming. “You all were ‘bout an inch away from frostbite”.

“Us...all?”, Prompto raised a confused eyebrow.

“Yeah. All your men are safe”. She began pouring the hot liquid. “The ones that are awake won’t pipe down about you so at least I’ll have some satisfying news for them now”, she chuckled.

But Prompto’s conscious wasn’t clear yet.

“What about Talcott?”

“Little Talcott? He’s fine. I took care of that ice bomb before it could do any damage”.

Prompto’s eyes nearly popped from his skull.

“Wait…”.

That blast…it wasn’t an explosion.

“That was YOU?!”

Muerlin grinned at the shocked man and giggled.

“Well, of course it was. What, you think I’ve just been wanderin’ around Eos healing folks?”

She returned beside the bed and to her seat, handing him his cup.

“I’ve got a few new tricks up my sleeve”, she sighed as she took a sip. Prompto following suit. “Kind of didn’t really have a choice anyway”.

“What do you mean?”

The wizard lowered the cup to her lap, staring at the steamy contents inside.

“After…Gralea”, her hand gently placed upon her lower abdomen. Prompto’s heart sank as memories of that fateful day flooded through his mind. He never wanted to ask her exactly what happened to her in that horrible place…all he knows is that that bastard hurt her…and somehow used him to do it…just like with Noct.

He remembered her blood squishing in between his fingers as he carried her to safety…the wound was deep…to this day, he wishes she would just come out and tell him what happened, but in all honesty, that would probably make him a hypocrite.

…because the whole while he was panicking and scrambling to save her life, all Muerlin could see was the cuts and bruises that coated his body…the grief that burdened her eyes when they found each other again was far too much for Prompto to bare.

She begged him to tell her what had happened after he fell off that train, but even now, he wasn’t sure how she would take it.

The last thing the world needed was a reason to fear her...again...

“...because of it...”, the wizard spoke once more. “I swore to never fail so tremendously again”.

Prompto began to shake his head. “Muerlin-“.

“You know what they call me, right?”, the wizard cut the man’s words. “The ‘New Oracle’”.

Prompto’s eyes fixed on those deep lagoon pools.

“Tch...the real Oracle is the one that should be here, not me”.

“Hey...”, the ocean eyed plebe spoke up at his love’s negative words.

Muerlin’s gaze now lowered to her charcoal arms.

“It probably would’ve turned out better if I was the one rotting at the bottom of the sea”.

“Hey!”, Prompto lightly shouted toward her, pulling her vision upward toward his own.

Their pupils locked.

“You fought hard just like the rest of us...and like us, you have the scars to prove it”.

Despite their battling emotions, Prompto couldn’t believe he was finally able to hold her once again.

He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and reaffirm his undying love.

However, she seemed preoccupied with something else...her eyes locked onto his bare chest.

Her heart sank upon viewing the many scars he had accumulated over her absence, delicately feeling their gravity against his freckled flesh.

“A scar for every man that calls you ‘Captain’ I suppose....”, she nearly whispered. “...and then some”.

“...I have to protect them”, Prompto firmly declared, feeling the weight of Muerlin’s sadness. “Like I promised to protect you”.

“I’m the one that’s supposed to be protecting you...”, Muerlin shamefully sighed, placing her hand upon Prompto’s as it rested against her cheek. “...and everyone else”.

Prompto could feel the somberness within her usually bright spirit.

“I failed Luna, Nyx...Ravus, Noct, you...I can’t keep failing like this”.

“You haven’t failed anybody”, Prompto interjected.

“Everyone I loved”, Muerlin retorted, her tearful eyes staring directly into Prompto’s, “...and love”.

“That’s not up to you”.

With Prompto’s callused palms pressed against her temples, Muerlin couldn’t help, but feel a peace brew under the chaos that warped her mind.

“There’s a reason why they call you the ‘New Oracle’”.

“I’m not Luna...”.

“No, you’re not and you don’t have to be”. His tone softened with a light smile.

“You’re the Pythoness. Raised by the Oracle, watched over by the Oracle, sister of the Oracle, but still the Pythoness...still Muerlin...”.

The lagoons twinkled in the warming embrace of the oceans tide.

“...still you”.

Prompto brushed a few strands of silver from her freckle dusted cheeks.

“And it’s you that Eos needs right now...that’s out there roaming from place to place in this Hell to bring hope and strength to the entire world. That’s opened Willownoire’s gates for the first time in centuries to treat the sick and the helpless. That’s bustin’ daemon heads left and right with literal friggin’ LIGHTNING like a total BADASS”.

Finally forcing a giggle out of the woman.

“And you’re the one that I love...”, his gaze so heavily sweetened, “so so so much...that seeing you again has literally been a dream I’ve had for so many months. I can’t get you out of my head!”

Muerlin melted into his grasp.

Prompto just staring in awe at the beauty he had longed for all this time.

“Well...”, Muerlin smiled toward him, “...consider it payback for keepin’ me up all night”.

Prompto chuckled lightly as his eyes began to dart between her eyes and her grey glossed lips.

Muerlin’s cheeks flushed at the pleasant anxiety roaming through her.

2 years of anticipation and yearning.

These few seconds feeling like an eternity compared to that.

The familiar warm of their breath ghosting each other’s lips before impact.

An explosion of ecstasy the two had pinned for for so long was enough to nearly bring them to tears.

It was too good to cease.

Roaming her silky locks, caressing his blonde stubble, intertwined with growing passion.

Trailing fingers down her back that was mostly bare, admiring the strength in his neck and his chest.

Their tongues in synchronized dance.

Prompto could feel the heat of her flushed bosom as he inched closer and closer to Muerlin’s body.

His thumb passing over her nipple inviting a sharp gasp into her throat just barely pulling their lips apart long enough for their eyes to reconnect.

Panting against their swollen lips, a loving smile painted upon Muerlin’s face followed by a light chuckle.

“New Oracle or not”, Muerlin started as she finally stood from her seat. “I should follow some sort of ethics and not sleep with one of my patients”.

That familiar laugh widened the woman’s smile.

“Fair enough”, the plebe captain complied. “Buuuuuuuuut...”, he added, gently pulling her closer, lightly trailing his fingers against her waist toward her rear.

“...afterward, Doc, I gonna have a bone to pick with you”. His exaggerated rusty country accent making it nearly impossible to keep a straight face. “A BIG one”, he added waggling his eyebrows.

Muerlin threw her head back in a light giggle fit before wrapping her arms around her beloved chocobo.

2 years and he hadn’t changed a bit.

“Fair enough”.

Just how she had dreamed.

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