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tojisbbg · 1 year

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𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙

❝and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner, taking up space.❞

♡ izana kurokawa ♡

pt. 1, pt. 2

a/n: please read the previous chapter for better context! reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3 talk to me! lmk in the comments or in my dms your thoughts :)

content: royal! au, prince izana x princess y/n (reader), arranged marriage, shitty/toxic parenting, angst, cheating, izana’s a jerk, swearing/cursing, maybe smut (?), strangers to enemies to lovers, not checked for grammatical errors.

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the long dreaded weekend finally arrived, a rainy saturday evening embraced the kingdom. you were sitting at your vanity in a robe, staring at yourself in the mirror as you tried to familiarize yourself with this new sight.

you cut your hair.

well, you didn’t do it, but the decision was impulsive. your once long hair that reached below your ass would always be in a bun or braid. now, it was shoulder-length with subtle wispy bangs to complete it. you smiled at yourself, feeling like the prettiest woman, as you finally had the freedom to do what you wanted.

your mother never let you cut your hair, nagging at you about how men loved women with long and luscious hair. you hated it, absolutely despised it truly. your hair would always get in the way of tasks, tangled and was a nuisance to wash.

not to mention your head felt like there was a boulder on it. but now, you felt lighter and a little dainty, too.

you picked out a lavender colored dress to wear for the dinner, slipping it on as your hands reached for your back to zip it up. you struggled for a few seconds, huffing in frustration as you clicked your tongue.

you opened your door a little, poking your mouth out as you yelled for one of the maid’s to come upstairs. your eyes suddenly fell upon the figure exiting in the far distanced corner, walking towards your room. as izana came closer, you got a good look of his fit.

it was simple, a casual white silk button-up and black slacks. yet, he looked so handsome.

“you ready?” izana calmly asked, approaching your door as you inched back, slightly closing your door more.

“almost, i just need help with something. give me a few minutes and i’ll be out.” you replied, the tension between you both still a little off from the previous events from earlier this week.

“move, i’ll help you.” he suddenly blurted out, catching you by surprise as you didn’t have the time to react when he opened your door, inviting himself in.

“what do you need help with?” izana asked, eyes locking with yours as his hands were shoved in his pockets. for some reason, your words were stuck in your throat, not knowing he suddenly made you feel so nervous.

“my zipper.” you meekly responded, making him hum in response. he placed his hand on the small of your back, pushing you towards the huge mirror on your vanity as you both now stood in front of it, with him behind you.

izana’s finger’s momentarily grazed the soft skin of your back, sending off goosebumps all over your body. your heart began to beat faster, the proximity to him allowing you to get a whiff of his scent, playing games with your mind.

“you cut your hair?” izana asked, but his words came out like a whisper, his warm breath fanning over your ears.

“yeah. why?” you asked, afraid that he’d make some snarky comments about how you look ugly as traditionally, women weren’t allowed to have short hair.

“no reason, it suits you.” he complimented, making your heart jump from the sudden kindness coming from him.

he slowly began to pull the zipper up, a hand on the side of your hips as you tried your best not to think much. you looked forward in the mirror, only to find his lilac eyes staring at you. you both locked eyes, unable to pull away. you could feel his hard chest against your back and it made you shudder.

why did you feel so hot all of a sudden? was he always this attractive? of course, izana’s a king after all, yet; just something about him made your knees weak.

“lord kurokawa! the car is ready for you and your highness.” the butler called out, breaking you both from the weird trance.

izana pulled the zipper all the way to the top, clearing his throat as you quickly mumbled an awkward ‘thank you’ to him before he left. you sat down on the small stool, trying to distract yourself from what just happened a few seconds ago by doing your makeup.

with a few final touches, you headed outside where the car was waiting for you as izana sat in the back next to the empty spot reserved for you. as per usual, the ride was silent as you played with the ribbon tied around the fruit basket in your lap, as you both were taking to your parent's house as a gift.

as the driver parked the car, you saw your parents standing outside with a wide smile, making you roll your eyes. izana got out of the car, going over to your side as you were startled when your door got pulled open. you stared at izana in shock, watching him offer his hand.

then you remembered that you guys have to put this little act together to show your parents that you both aren’t miserable with each other and are actually in love.

without fighting back, you put your hands in his, which was shockingly warm and very soft. after exiting the car, you felt an arm snake around your waist, as izana pulled you close to his body.

your breath hitched, never being this close to a person before, let alone a man. your knees felt like jelly, yet you tried to keep your facade, so that you and izana don’t get busted.

“my little princess! how- what in god’s name did you do to your hair?!” you mother screeched, eyes widening in horror as she rushed up to you. izana watched with astonishment, seeing your mother pull you away from his hold. she touched your hair, in denial that you could ever do such a thing.

“you stupid, stupid, stupid girl! have you not learned a single thing from me? how could you cut off the part of you that gave you your femininity? you look so hideous!” your mother cried out, making you scoff.

“geez, missed you too, mom.” you walked past her, not sparing izana a glance as you didn’t want to know whether he’d give you a taunting look or a pitiful one.

you didn’t want either.

you walked to the dining space, placing the fruit basket in the middle as you took a seat in front of the usual bland and depressing food at your parent’s house. after eating so well for the past few weeks, you didn’t know if your body could go back to stomaching such awful food.

“mother, all of this looks delicious.” izana smiled, making you snort as you gave him a questioning look. you could see right through him, there was no way he thought that this nasty ass food was good. nonetheless, he took a seat next to you as one of the maid’s began to serve everyone.

“thank you, dear. i know my useless daughter isn’t much of a help, so please, help yourself. it’s my secret recipe too!” your mother boasted, making izana nervously chuckle as he dug in. you looked at him, waiting for his reaction and you could see how he quickly chewed and swallowed it before cringing.

you smirked in amusement, watching him suffer, just like how you had to eat this disgusting food for your entire life.

“so, how are things going between you both?” your father asked, making izana clear his throat before taking a hold of your free hand with his.

“sir, i would cross the seven seas just to spend a second of my life with my beautiful wife. you have truly blessed me with your daughter and for that i thank you.” izana spoke, making your heart clutch in pain as you knew that those were a bunch of white lies that he told your parents.

yet, for some reason, a part of you secretly wished that he meant it.

“what joy! y/n, do you have nothing to say? it’s been ages since we’ve seen you.” your father’s eyes shifted to yours, as you silently picked at the chicken and surrounding vegetables.

“i am simply following your rules, which is having my husband talk for me since i am of course to be treated like a porcelain bimbo doll.” you snarked, making both of your parents sigh out in frustration.

“for goodness’s sake, y/n, can we all please have a nice family dinner?” your mother begged, making you glare at her.

“i literally did nothing, why am i always the one to blame?” you said through gritted teeth, constantly feeling attacked by your parent’s bipolar decisions.

“you’re no longer a child, y/n. you know how this world works and the responsibilities that come with it. ever since you’ve arrived here today, you’ve been nothing but a brat. you have nothing good to say or any future plans such as having kids-”

“woah, woah, are you hearing yourselves? having kids? we’re newly-weds, i barely even know his favorite color and you think we’re ready to bring in a child into this world?” your eyebrows furrowed, now getting visibly mad at your parents as your tone became laced with irritation.

“we’re taking things slowly, nothing wrong with that.” izana tried to calm things down, but his attempt was futile.

“your father and i had you a year after our marriage. you are a woman, y/n, your role in this world is to birth and nurture a child while taking care of your wife duties such as taking care of your husband. why must you always be stubborn and overcomplicate everything?” you mother shook her head in disbelief, giving you a disappointed looked.

“your mother’s right. izana will go to war soon and he won’t be with you for some time. having a child would at least keep you distracted and make time pass faster while he’s gone.” you father added on, their ridiculous words making your eyes twitch as you couldn’t believe your ears.

“so you think i’m some kind of sex machine? that i need a man’s touch and seed to keep me sane while he’s away? do you think i’m that needy and low? god, this is exactly why i don’t want to have a child now. i don’t want to make the same mistake as you both and raise my baby like how you both raised me. actually, i don’t even want you guys anywhere near my future child. you’ll only defile his or her brain with your shitty expectations.” your eyes watered, feeling absolutely humiliated as you dropped your fork on your plate, getting up from your seat as you rushed out of the dining area.

you heard your parents and izana call out your name a few times, but you didn’t care. you needed to be away from them and get some peace, so you went to the garden.

you went to the cherry blossom tree at the very back, now drenched in the rain as your clothes and hair were now sticking to your body.

but you no longer cared, sitting on the grass as you cried with your palms covering your face. you were so uhappy with your life, you hated your parents with a passion and you hated how you were stuck in an unhappy marriage.

you had no one by your side.

it made you wonder, was it even worth it to keep on going? this feeling of loneliness swallowing you was far too painful.

there was no use of running away as your parents would find you no matter what, your father would sent out an army of soldiers all over the world to look for you.

the only real option would just be to end your life, but you didn’t want to give up eveything because of a bunch of assholes.

“i don’t know, please just shut up.” you whispered to yourself, wanting your inner thoughts to just go away and let you cry in peace.

“but i haven’t even said anything.” you heard a familiar voice answer, looking up to see izana standing before you, an umbrella in his hands as he shielded your body with it.

“go away, you’re the last person i’d wanna see.” you scoffed, hugging your knees as your eyes averted to your feet.

“you know, if you didn’t want to come for dinner at your parents you could’ve just told me. i could’ve made up some excuse or something.” izana sighed, bending down to get eye-level with you.

“both you and i know that we can’t avoid my shitty parents forever.” you said in a monotone, making him chuckle as he hummed.

“you’re right, but atleast we could’ve gone when you were ready to face them. this whole marriage things is still very new to process, even for me.” he spoke with honesty, harboring a small comforting smile.

for some reason, it made you furious. how dare he behave so well with you when he’s been nothing but an absolute shitbag back at home?!

you didn’t want to be pitied, especially by someone like him.

“can you leave me alone? i want to feel the rain on me and be sad.” you groaned out in annoyance.

“okay.” izana blurted out, throwing the umbrella to the side which caught you completely off guard. he took a seat next to you, making you roll your eyes.

“you’re seriously annoying, you know that? why are you suddenly being nice, i don’t need your pity or sympathy. i’ve been living like this for like my entire life, i’m not some glass doll who needs protection.” you nagged at him, wanting to hit a nerve of his so that he could get mad and leave.

“i know, and i’m not trying to offer you any of those. your parents are assholes and that’s no lie. i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’ve been living in delusion.” izana’s eyes softened, making your breath hitch as you looked at him through your glossy eyes.

“what?” you croaked out, still in shock.

“i thought that you were the blame as to why i’m stuck in this marriage, because you were like those other princesses that begged their daddy to get them married to a rich prince. i didn’t know how badly your parents treated you, i was just so focused on my anger that i forgot about basic human compassion. i thought that because my parents were so loving and caring before they died, every family would be the same.” guilt was plastered all over his face and it was refreshing to finally have someone understand your misery.

“i mean, in one way this marriage kind of saved me. i’m free from everything. it’s like my escape route, but one where my father won’t have the entire nation’s army search for me. so, i guess it’s not that bad.” you admitted, making him smile.

god, why did he look so good even with his hair wet and face drenched in the pouring rain?

your heart was skipping multiple beats at the same time, worrying you on if you were on the verge of having a stroke.

“izana! y/n! there you both are, we were worried sick.” your parents came rushing to you both, startling you.

“we’re so sorry, izana. y/n, you have spoiled your evening dress along with izana’s suit. dear god, you have so much to learn. you know, i had this meeting with other neighbhoring queens and they’ve put their daughters in these special classes. honey, we could fix this together. please, let me help you.” your mother gave you sickening puppy eyes, making your stomach churn in horror. you were silent, no longer having any words left to say to them.

you looked over at izana, seeing his face darken as his jaw locked. you sensed some kind of dark aura embracing him, getting a little nervous yourself.

“what the fuck? can you please stop treating her like she’s diseased? god, you both are so obsessed with her! she’s perfectly fine the way she is.” izana angrily spoke, the vein on his neck popping out as evidence of his fury. you were shocked at his sudden outburst, not expecting him to fight back against your parents’ words.

“oh dear, izana you’re too blinded by your love. this is not princess behavior, this is freakish, son.” your father tried to fakely empathize with izana. he placed a hand on izana’s shoulder, but izana roughly shook it off, making your parents gasp.

“what’s freakish is how obsessed you both are in making my perfectly fine wife your little doll. she’s no longer your princess, she’s my princess and the future queen of my kingdom when i get crowned in a few months.” he bitterly spat, making your mother scoff.

“you oblivious little child, one day you both will regret not listening to your elders.” your mother shook her head in disbelief.

“yeah, well, i’ll be waiting for that day. till then, please do not ever contact me or my wife.” izana snickered, grabbing your hand before standing up as he pulled you along with him.

before walking off, izana stopped in his tracks, making you stop as well.

now what?

today was full of surprises and you couldn’t help but grow more curious as to what would happen.

“by the way, mother. i would say thank you for the meal, but the dinner was absolutely horrendous. i wouldn’t even feed that to the stray dogs near my castle.” he smirked, as you turned to see the mix of anger and sadness paint your mother’s face.

you couldn’t help but feel joyous inside, your heart feeling at peace knowing that your parents received the medicine that they’ve been deserving for years now.

“wait, but how will we get home?” you asked, looking at izana and he looked at you with a mischievous grin.

“a prince always has a plan.” he answered slyly, as when you both reached the front yard, you saw his car and the butler waiting with an umbrella as he welcomed you both inside the car.

“lord kurokawa and your highness! i will inform the maids to prepare warm baths for you both as soon as possible.” the butler said in a panicked voice, making you smile.

“take it easy, man. i just witnessed the best show of my life.” you let out a chuckle, hearing a soft chortle coming from your side.

“yeah, it was pretty amusing.” izana admitted, making you hum in response.

the rest of the ride was silent, neither of you knowing how to start a conversation with each other. you decided to sleep, knowing it would be a long drive home.

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you groaned, body aching as you sat up. you realized that you were in your bed and changed into your pajamas. you tried to recall memories of earlier and you remembered that you fell asleep in the car.

then..

how did you end up here?

“the fuck?” you whispered to yourself. did izana carry you to your room? but what about your clothes, he couldn’t possibly change you out of your wet ones while you were asleep.

“your highness?” you heard a knock at your door, giving them your command to enter. two maids entered the room, a tray with porridge and what seemed like medicine on the side.

“what’s that?” you asked, pointing to the tray.

“ginseng porridge and medicine. lord kurokawa has ordered the cook to make some for you and the royal doctor to give medicine to prevent a cold.” she informed you, making you unknowingly smile.

“i see. oh, can you please tell me who brought me to my room?” you asked, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“lord kurokawa carried you to your room and requested us to change you out of your soiled dress.” she said with dreamy eyes, making you blush for even thinking about izana changing you.

“anyways, you may give me the medicine and take the porridge down. i don’t like eating porridge.” you cleared your throat, opening your palm as you waited for the pill.

it wasn’t a lie, you hated porridge. you always flushed down the bowl of porridge your mother would bring up to your room, lying to her when she came back to your room to check up on you.

“but, your majesty, this medicine has to be taken with food.” the maid meekly responded, making you groan in annoyance.

“fine, i’ll just go downstairs and have yesterday’s left over.” you threw off the covers, the cold air hitting your exposed arms and legs due to the silk gown you were wearing.

nonetheless, you were starving and headed down stairs.

the hallway was quiet, the lights downstairs were turned off, indicating that everyone has went to sleep.

you reached the bottom of the stairs, walking towards the kitchen as you tried to tiptoe.

“what do we have here?” a groggy voice behind you startled you as you screamed, immediately lunging at the person behind you in defense. the person wasn’t expecting the sudden attack, falling on their back with a thud as you fell on top of them.

you raised your fist to land a punch but the person beneath you tightly entangled their arms around you to prevent you from doing any harm.

red alarms went off in your mind, tears welling in your eyes as you were now genuinely scared for your life. being caged in your parents’ castle had the only benefit of preventing you from any crazy harm, now you were fearful if they made any weird ties with shady people to make your life hellish.

what if this time they wanted to get rid of you, for good?

“let me go! iza-”

you stopped midway when the familiar smell of light vanilla came to your senses. your heartbeat began to relax, making you let out a sigh of relief as you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace.

“it’s you. thank god, it’s you.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, hugging onto him tighter. you don’t know why, but you can’t decide whether you hate or like izana. all you know is that you didn’t want to let him go right now.

“who else would it be other than you and me, princess?” izana’s voice was raspy and slightly cracked, as he comfortingly rubbed your back to help you calm down.

you soon realized what was going on and quickly pulled away, standing up to your feet as you rushed over to turn on the lights. you cleared your throat, wishing you left the lights off as you knew your cheeks were bright red right now since you could physically feel them burning.

“um, sorry about that. i was just a little paranoid and your voice didn’t sound like how it normally does.” you cleared your throat, avoiding eye contact with him.

“it’s fine, i just came down for a glass of water and saw you lurking. oh, and for my voice, i have a sore throat. i sent your medicine to prevent it from affecting you, although maybe now i may have given it to you i think.” he giggled, making you smile.

“yeah, i saw. i didn’t take it yet, i’m trying to look for some food.” you answered him, making him furrow his eyebrows.

“did the maids not deliver you the porridge?” he asked.

“no, they did. i just don’t like porridge, it makes me gag.” you reasoned, scrunching your nose as he rolled his eyes.

“that’s because you’ve been eating your mother’s shitty food for all your life so you’ve never had good porridge. this is my family’s recipe, i guarantee that you’ll like it.” izana swears, grabbing your hand before dragging you to the dining space. he walked into the kitchen and plated you another bowl of porridge and heated it up.

“just take a bite, if you don’t like it i won’t force you to eat it.” he assured, making you sigh as you obliged with his request.

you scooped up some of the porridge, making sure to get a little bit of everything in it. the porridge wasn’t bland like your mother’s, it had a lot of veggies along with chicken and what seemed like pickled vegetables as well?

you placed the bite in your mouth, tasting the food. the warm food going down your throat brought you some comfort, the taste of the different seasonings including the pickled vegetables brought your tastebuds back to life.

you quietly inhaled the food, sensing the prideful aura radiating off of izana.

“it’s good, isn’t it?” izana taunted, making you clear your throat.

“it’s alright.” you said with a mouthful of the porridge, struggling to speak as he chuckled from your stubbornness.

silence fell upon you both once again, running out of things to talk about as you ate. izana was trying to distract himself from constantly looking at you by reading his official papers.

“finally some good fucking food.” you breathed out as you dropped your spoon in the bowl, accidentally letting out a burp as you quickly excused yourself.

“for a princess that’s be imprisoned with obsessive royal parents, you’re so brash.” he snickered, making you scoff.

“huh?! the hell’s that supposed to mean, jerk.” you mumbled under your breath, annoyed by his words.

“i don’t know, you’re just.. weird.” izana laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“and what about you? i don’t think you can even take a shit by yourself without the help of your butlers.” you retorted an insulted back at him, making his eyes widen.

“you little shit.” izana narrowed his eyes, making you grin.

“grow up, bitch.” you remarked, knowing that you won this conversation. you got up with your bowl, heading to the kitchen to wash it. it started to rain once again, the soft pitter-pattering noice radiating throughout the hollow castle, bring a sense of peace to you.

you walked back to your chair, the shuffling sounds of your slipper against the tiled floor caught izana’s attention. he helped you with taking out the pills, handing it to you along with the glass of water as you drank it.

“do you like living in royalty?” izana suddenly blurted out, catching you by surprise.

“of course not, every noble that exists on this planet are nothing but slaves to the cycle of money and power. i am most certainly not one of those dogs.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you have a point, but you must admit, we royals live in much better conditions than commoners. we have people to serve us, protection, great housing and food. i mean, it’s a commoners dream to live like us, isn’t it?” izana tried to defend, placing his face on the palm of his hand, now interested to listen to your rebuttal.

“the devil never makes a deal with a desperate soul if it doesn’t sound appealing. these commoners are completely oblivious about our lives, the abuse and creulty that it comes with. i’d rather live in a old, worn-out cottage with bread and soup as my meal than live this shitty life.” you angrily spat out, wishing that things could’ve been different.

you weren’t upset with izana’s words, but rather with the fact that every other noble thought the same way as him. which wasn’t a surprise or anything, royal children were brainwashed to believe in this crap.

“convince me.” he egged further, making you scoff.

“tell me, did you ever get to feel the rush of the town’s river beneath your feet? the sun kissing your skin as you sit a feild of flower, having a small picnic consisting of bread, butter and fresh jam? or how about watching the stars in the great night sky on a hill?” you questioned him, making izana go silent as he never had an answer to give you. his silence answered your questions, as you gave him a sad smile.

“me neither, and it’s all because while living in such fame and wealth, we forget to enjoy and cherish the creation of god. we forget to appreciate mother nature’s beauty and the gift of life.” you sighed, putting your head down as you counted the number of drops you heard.

“wow i... i’ve never thought about it like that.” izana breathed out, eyes widened from shock as you just opened a whole new perspective of life to him.

“yeah, well, being imprisoned for your whole life makes you think a lot. i’d kill to be a commoner, dance in the streets during festivals with the small children, eat street food, and just live in peace. i want to have flowers in my hair, dance with the stars and sing with the moon.” you dreamily said, similing to yourself at the romanticization of life.

“is it that fun?” izana hesitantly asked, intrigued by your passionate argument.

“like a dream that i never want to wake up from.” you giggled like a child, delirious with sleep as you knew these medications would make you drowsy.

“hmm, i suppose you’ll have to take me to one to make me convinced.” he playfully said, making you hum in agreement.

“i will, but what’ll i get if i win?” you mumbled into your arms, trying to keep yourself awake to hear his response.

“whatever that is that you desire, i will service you. but if i win, you must submit to me like we were taught as royals.” izana challenged, making you smirk against your skin as you gave him a thumbs up.

“you’re on, prince jackass.”

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The Princess of Parnassus and The Trophy Husband

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage]

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC), with mentions of Iliana

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow 2 (post finale)

Word Count: ~1,000

Rating/Warnings: General, no warnings (for maybe the first time ever)

Synopsis: Daenarya and Mal enjoy a much needed relaxing afternoon while contemplating what comes next.

Thank you to the absolutely amazing @cashweasel for this perfect art. I've been holding onto it for months now waiting for a story worthy of it. Once this idea popped into my head, it felt like the right time. (A second version of the art can be found below the story)

A moment of peace,

finally.

That's what they deserved.

No more danger, no more life-altering choices, no more world-ending destruction. No more dealing with the aftermath.

The Realm had been saved, again—technically two realms this time.

More portals had been opened to allow for easier crossing between both realms. New guidance and orders were established. All was progressing toward a new future.

And, in a brief lull between it all, Iliana was born—their greatest gift.

Daenarya drew in a deep breath, savoring the gentle caress of the breeze as it wove through her hair. She hadn't seen rest since... well, since before all of it. Before her daughter. Before the new agreement between sides. Before the war between the realms. Before she had been taken. Before the Dreadlord. Before she'd met her found family. Before Kade had been taken. Before Mal Volari strutted into her life. How long ago that seemed.

So much had changed. So much was still changing, but one thing that hadn't changed in quite a while was him and how she felt about him.

The afternoon sun bathed the field in its soft, golden embrace, illuminating the sea of windflowers gently swaying. Above them, the air filled with the melodic song of birds flitting amongst the grasses. Daenarya smiled at the beautiful symphony around her.

Her nimble fingers wove delicate blooms together, putting the final touches on the crown she was crafting for Mal, mirroring his efforts for her.

"A crown fitting for a princess," Mal teased, showcasing his completed creation. It was a brilliant assortment of wildflower blossoms expertly entwined into an elegant crown.

"I'm not sure about the princess part—" she shook her head playfully. "—but it's beautiful."

"May I?" He held it out to her.

"Of course." She dipped her head forward, allowing him to place the beautiful display upon her head. A gentle smile spread across her features as she let her hand linger over his for a moment.

"Shall I send word that you are ready to reclaim the Parnassus name and embrace your kingdom?" Mal inquired, his gaze fixed on her, his smile matching that of her own.

"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" Daenarya rolled her eyes. She ran her fingers through the silky grass beside her, her thoughts wandering for a moment. "We don't even know how directly I'm related. I'm sure there are many other descendants equally entitled by blood, if not more so."

"None of them are as qualified though," Mal interrupted. "Kit, you've saved the damn realm, twice, and ensured a truce between Light and Shadows. Gods know if anyone deserved it, it'd be you."

She reached over, tracing the lines of his jaw before cradling his face. "I'm not starting a monarchy, Mal."

He pouted beneath her tender touch. "You're really going to take this from me?"

She couldn't stifle her laughter. "Take what from you?"

"My chance to be a trophy husband!" He declared proudly with a mischievous grin. "You're letting all of this go to waste." He gestured over his particularly exquisite features.

"Husband?" Her brow piqued at the word.

"I just mean—" His confidence faltered a moment, his fingers running sheepishly through his long hair. "You're right, this isn't about me... it's about you and if you'll use Parnassus as your surname now that you know about it, kingdom or not."

"I don't think it's right for me." Her thoughtful eyes met his, contemplating the weight of such a decision. "I've never had a last name before... I wasn't important enough to need one. I'm just Daenarya of Riverbend."

"You're so much more than that," Mal marveled. "You might be the most important person in all the realms."

"Might be?" She teased.

"Well, I like to think I helped a little," Mal insisted. "Even Elfboy did something, but don't tell him I said that."

"What about for you?"

"What about me?"

"How important am I?"

"Fishing for a compliment?" His gaze narrowed on her.

She chewed her lower lip, shrugging lightly, "mayyybeee."

He chuckled softly, "Kit... Daenarya, you're the most important person to me. I never dreamed I could find someone like you. Someone who—" He shook his head, his smile spreading wide. "Someone who I'd gladly risk my life for, over and over again, with no promise of treasure or reward, except that of keeping you safe and experiencing all life has to offer with you."

Daenarya leaned forward, quieting his words with a kiss. "I love you, Mal Volari."

"I love you so damn much…Daenarya of Riverbend, or whatever name you choose," he offered as she rested her forehead against his, savoring their closeness.

"I know," she whispered. "So…I might have an idea for a last name."

"Really?" He pulled back slightly, curious to hear what she was thinking.

A glint of amusement danced in her eyes. "What about…Volari?"

Mal's brow furrowed for a moment, confusion flickering across his features.

"I thought we might share it, you and I." Daenarya watched him closely, waiting for him to understand. “Iliana, too.”

Realization dawned upon Mal as her words sank in. "Are you proposing to me?"

"So what if I am?"

"Shouldn't I be the one proposing?" Mal teased lightly, though his heart pounded with anticipation.

Daenarya's laughter echoed across the serene landscape. "No, I think this is right for us."

"I don't know, Kit," he attempted to feign indecision, his fingers stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I always imagined when I got proposed to it would be this big grand gesture, and there would be a massive diamond involved."

"No diamond, Mal the Magnificent, but perhaps I can offer you another token of my appreciation." Daenarya shifted beside him, holding out the flower crown she had created for him. "Mal Volari, the Magnificent one, would you do me the honor of becoming my trophy husband, kingdom or no kingdom?"

He couldn't stop his joyous laughter. "With an offer that good, how could I say no?"

Daenarya no sooner placed the crown on his head than he pulled her into his arms, showering her with all the love and affection she deserved. There was no one he would rather spend forever with than her—Daenarya of Riverbend, soon to be Daenarya Volari. (But had she asked, he'd be Mal of Riverbend or whatever name she chose because being with her was the only constant he ever needed.)

I had this silly little idea and I hope you enjoy it. I figured since Mal is struggling to propose to Daenarya in my "Prime" aka book one universe, I thought it would be Daenarya proposing in this one.

Oh, and one more thing before you go.... the lovely Lou was amazing enough to give me 2 versions of this art. I initially asked for Short Haired Mal since Book Two would be introducing him, but I got cold feet and wanted my long-haired Mal, too, so Lou allowed me both versions. Though, if ever there was a good looking short haired Mal this is the one 😍

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reidsaurora · 9 months

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hellohello i'd like to order a confetti cupcake with luke alvez and a hint of a "oh shit are we really doing this" kind of relationship/date whatever thank youuu

this is the cutest ever, i'm so happy with how it turned out! hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

"The Mistletoe Mishap" ~ L. Alvez

pairing: luke alvez x gn!reader

summary: "you'd be surprised just how seriously the bau took their christmas in july celebrations."

word count: 922

warnings: a couple swear words, mentions of food, a lil splash of sexual humor at the end, i think that's it!

genre: festive fluff ❤️✨️

extra notes: the icon in the collage is by @delicatejareau (edited to fit the theme of the collage a lil better) and the dividers below are by @anlian-aishang!

beta read by: @dungeons-are-too-cold (thank you, love!)

birthday bash | masterlist | ask box

🧁 Confetti Cupcakes - send me a character + concept/trope/au and i'll write you a blurb!

You'd be surprised just how seriously the BAU took their Christmas in July celebrations.

What started as Penelope bringing Christmas cookies to the office one day turned into watching Elf during their lunch hour, Secret Santa exchanges, and weekly contests to see who could show up in the ugliest Christmas sweater (Spencer was winning so far with his sweater made completely out of tinsel).

However, the one unfortunate part of Christmas in July was the mistletoe hanging over every. single. doorframe.

Sure, mistletoe in the workplace was awkward enough as it was, but it certainly didn't help that there was one person you absolutely couldn't get caught under it with.

You and Luke had been dating for a few months by this point and, thus far, you'd successfully kept it under wraps. But every time one of you stopped in a doorway, your heart began to beat so hard, you thought it would bang its way out of your chest.

Usually, you two found a way to keep enough distance that it would be almost impossible to pass under the mistletoe at the same time. But today? The last day of your Christmas in July celebration? Of course it would be the day you didn't.

You and Luke were the last two to show up at the round table room for lunch and a movie, which you'd gathered was Frosty the Snowman when you heard the familiar theme song upon walking in.

Your shoulder brushed something hard as you entered the room, and for some reason, you just knew it wasn't going to end well when you looked up and made eye contact with whoever else was under the mistletoe with you.

You attempted to make a run for your seat, but a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. "Now, Y/N, you know the rules of mistletoe," Penelope reminded you from her seat. You should've known there wasn't a way out of this, not when Penelope Garcia, self-proclaimed President of the 'Christmas In July Club', was around.

The rules of mistletoe varied a little in the workplace, at least. Some people went for high-fives while others went for hugs. Emily had even gone as far as kissing Tara on the cheek one day, but no one dared to kiss anyone on the mouth yet. So, really, there was no reason to panic, right?

Still, you froze in place, your fight or flight mode clearly not having kicked in yet. Instead, your eyes met Luke's with a look that said, 'please save me,' your hands gripping your lunch bag for some form of stability.

Your chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm, your heart beating hard against your sternum. "Are we really gonna do this?" you silently mouthed up at him, your whole body on the verge of something close to a panic attack.

"Come on, you guys," Rossi teased, "If Boy Genius can high-five people under the mistletoe, you can too."

Chuckles erupted from your coworkers, but not from you nor Luke. Instead, Luke looked down at you, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips, and somehow, as simple a gesture as it was, the soft eye contact was enough to bring you out of your state of panic. You knew that whatever happened, whether he kissed you or not, and whether or not this kiss led to your secret being exposed, Luke had this, had you.

In one swift motion, he had both his hands planted on either side of your face. "Fuck it," he whispered, barely giving you a second to process the words before his lips were on yours.

His familiar scent fell around you like your own protective bubble as he kissed you, his hold on your face absolutely intoxicating. The taste of his morning coffee burned through you, your stomach doing a loop-de-loop at the sensation.

You knew as soon as he pulled away that all eyes would be on the both of you, but you didn't expect half of their jaws to be on the floor.

"Damn," Emily said, flabbergasted. "Is everyone around here getting laid except for me?"

Penelope was the next to speak, which was quite surprising, considering it looked as though her jaw was out of commission not three seconds prior. "Who knew Newbie could canoodle like that?"

Your face flushed as crimson as the sweater your colleague wore. "Penelope," you scolded her, your hands bringing your lunch bag in front of your face, covering the blush that had taken over.

Luke was having none of that, pulling the lunch bag away from your cheeks. "Y/N sure knows," he smirked before leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

The blonde all but jumped out of her chair. "Is this a thing? How come no one told me about the thing? Why am I always the last to know about a thing?"

Luke tossed an arm around your shoulders, providing you with a sense of calm and comfort as you thought about your next words. "Technically," you started, "you're all the first to find out about the thing."

"Except Roxy," Luke corrected. "She pretty much knew it was a thing before it actually was a thing."

Next thing you knew, the girls were pulling you over to one side of the room, practically begging for details. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Spencer sharing a fist bump with Luke, a smile overtaking your face.

Oh, how they got on your nerves, but oh how, you loved the BAU.

-> taglist: @1234-angelika @drayshadow @alexxavicry @nomajdetective @cordyandbilliehavemyheart @darkloverfox @sammyrenae68 @cherrycandle @asgardprincess97 @gh0stgurl @randomwriter1021 @eddieharrington @danielle143 @esposadomd @reidselle @dungeons-are-too-cold @louderfortheback @reidsbookclub @cwritesforfun @cynbx @juismissing @captainchris-pike @lukeclvez

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morning-sun-brah · 1 year

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Below is my TMNT Master List, but I have some thoughts I wanted to make sure were apparent since this post is pinned!

So! Thoughts/rules of engagement for this blog.

- Saying hello is always great! And asks are fine too! That said, I cannot promise I will always respond, nor that I will write anything for an ask. It’s gonna have to really speak to me.

-I write a lot of smut! I am a whole adult! Anything I write with explicit content is between consenting adults and will be tagged as such. PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! If you are here for the Rise/HP Crossover, follow my secondary blog that is SFW, here!

- Pro BLM, LGBTQIA+, Woman/Feminism.

-This blog is pro LGBTQIA+ and will not tolerate any homophobia or terf talk. Period. Easiest way in the world to get a block is if I see even a hint of terf leanings from a person engaging over here. I am currently in the midst of a Rise/HP Crossover and we are UNKIND to the original author. If you share any of JK's opinions concerning the validity of Trans Women and Men, this blog isn't for you! Anything HP related I highly recommend you steal. Do not give that monster any of your money.

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TMNT Master List!

So, I'm not sure that I have *quite* enough works to justify this, but I'm gonna do it anyway and just keep adding to it! Fic's are linked under the cut!

*The turtles are all adults in the NSFW fics*

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Rise TMNT:

When I Say Forever NSFW, Leo x Reader

Nothing to Say SFW, no romantic pairing, Leo and Casey, angst

Thick Thighs Save Lives- Part 1 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs Ruin Lives- Part 2 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs Attract Eyes- Part 3 PREQUEL! SFW(ish), Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs No Lies- Part 4 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Worth the Wait NSFW, Leo x Reader, fits into the Thick Thighs Storyline but can be read as a standalone

A Romantic Comedy, Starring Leo Splinterson SFW(ish)- (cursing, mild description of medical procedures, some angst), Leo x OC, any smut will be presented as one shots, multi-chaptered, ongoing

On a Scale from One to America NSFW(ish), Leo x Reader, Entry for the All 4-1 Challenge, I chose the prompt; Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.

Send it NSFW, Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader, inspired by all of @donathan's tactical art- go and follow them!

Once More, With Feeling (Tactical Donnie Part 2!) NSFW Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader

And They Were Thick Thighed Lab Partners NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A collab with the fantastic @buthowboutno! It... it might be an April Fool's fic. BUT, if you stick with the cringe, there's real smut towards the end lol. ALSO!! There is a podfic! You can listen to it here!

Silk NSFW, Mikey x Male OC, Long hair Mikey and his journey from enemies to lovers.

Marked NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Eventually will have a second chapter. Hate sex with a little bit of feelings at the end.

Hunger Pains NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Donnie enjoys his favorite meal.

Spare Change NSFW, Donnie x Kendra (Kendratello), Complete, 2 chapters.

RISE! COWBOY/WESTERN AU (ongoing);

This is a series that was SUPPOSED to be a two-chapter fic about Donnie robbing a train. It is... no longer that.

Flight of the Dove NSFW, Donnie x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by the absolute gem that is @unknownfanartist

The Pigeon's Perch NSFW, Leo x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by @gemini-forest

Of Starlings and Sparrows NSFW, Raph x OC (OC is owned by @beckerboopin), COWBOY/OLD WEST AU.

art by @unknownfanartist

RISE! HARRY POTTER CROSSOVER AU (ongoing);

Until I Reach You Again, a ROTTMNT/Harry Potter Crossover, Collaborative Work with @alycornz, and @stormy-nyx SFW- (cursing, mild canon typical violence, general unkindness for JK Rowling because she is a terrible human).

Bay! TMNT:

This will probably have ~more~ because I do love these boys.

Like You Mean It NSFW, Raphael x Reader, A gift for @turtle-babe83 and a "tumblr exclusive" Whoo!!

03 TMNT:

Aaaalllll the way back on 2007 I wrote a Reader x OC fic. It was finished, but since it's 16 years old the plan was to re-write it on AO3 and make it less terrible. It is a slow process and it may not even happen considering how fixated I am on the rise-verse atm, but if you wanted to cringe you could find it on ff net. Either way, the one I am updating is linked below!

A Light in the Dark NSFW (eventually), Raphael x OC

#rise of the tmnt fanfiction #leonardo x reader #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt x harry potter crossover #rise of the tmnt harry potter crossover #fanfiction #donatello x reader #03 tmnt #03 raphael x reader #raphael x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2k3 #2k3 ninja turtles fanfiction #pwp #rottmnt fanfiction

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safarigirlsp · 8 months

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Halloween Requests Open

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REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN for anything related to AUTUMN and HALLOWEEN! Please read this entire post for complete information, and if you're new, please take a look at my Masterlist.

This is my general theme and what I expect to cover this season, however, feel free to send in absolutely anything! I will definitely deviate from the regularly scheduled program if I like an idea. More info and prompt lists below.

Monster Monday - Zombies, Cryptids, Mummies, Dragons, Beasties, and any Monsters not covered by another category ☠️🎃🧟‍♂️

Transfusion Tuesday - Vampires 🌙🧛🏻🌙

Werewolf Wednesday - Werewolves 🌕🐺🌕

†hursday - Demons, Devils, Exorcists, Possession, and any related themes 🔥😈🔥

Phantasm Friday - Ghosts, Ghouls, Specters, and everything else that goes bump in the night 👻🪦☠️

I Put A Spell On You Saturday - Witches, Magicians, Spells, Rituals, Occultism, and anything similar ✨🐈‍⬛✨

Sunday, Bloody Sunday - Murder, Mayhem, Slashers, Cannibals, and Serial Killers 🪓☣️🔪

I’m only writing for Mills, Flip, Jacques, and Kylo for big oneshots. I will do HC’s for anyone I have ever written for. I am open to shorter ideas for Clyde and Henry, although full disclosure, they interest me a lot less these days, so any idea would have to really pique my interest. I have a strong preference for horror, adventure, and AU's.

This is an Adults Only event. My content is not for minors, or people who are easily triggered or offended. I write mature content intended for a mature audience only.

My Official Lineup will be announced October 1.

Here are Halloween fics from previous years.

Halloween Fic Recap 2022

Halloween Fic Recap 2021

Halloween Fic Recap 2020

This is my favorite time of the year! As far as I’m concerned, Halloween runs from September 1 - November 15, if not longer! I currently have a big fic to finish up that should be done soon, but nothing else slated fic wise. After that, it’s full steam ahead for anything and everything related to Autumn and Halloween. I generally put aside other non-fic writing projects during this time to focus on Halloween content.

For the week of Halloween, October 25 - October 31, I intend to post a big daily oneshot. My stories generally range in size from 5k to 25k, and some are even more! Look for a mix of horror, humor, romance, and adventure! Everything will contain adult themes and mature content. There may be other writing throughout this time too. The quantity of stories I post depends on the length of them. In the past, I have posted a lot of shorter things, but I’ve gotten more into writing longer stories now. The last few years, I have averaged over 100k words for Halloween and Autumn content!

Please send me requests, ideas, thoughts, HCs, anything you like! I’ll pick my favorites or, very likely, a combination of a few different ideas, and I’ll write a oneshot that includes everything I can fit in. Feel free to send in multiple ideas or requests! The more ideas to choose from, the better! All AU concepts, time periods, etc are welcome. Anything is fair game. This is generally the only time of year I open requests anymore, so get them in if you ever want to. Requests will be open from now until Halloween. However, because I tend to write longer stories, the sooner an idea comes it, the more likely I am to use it.

Below the cut are some of my favorite prompt lists, but do not feel bound by them. If you do include a prompt in your request, copy and paste the prompt itself because I hate chasing them down on lists.

Edgar Allen Poe Prompts

Ballroom Prompts

Eerie Prompts

Halloween Themed Prompts

Things to do in October

Autumn Aesthetic Starters

Terrible First Meeting Starters

Magic Starters

Spooky Aesthetic Ideas

Spooky Alphabet

Sexual Tension Prompts

Spicy Prompts

XXX Prompts

Pirate Prompts

Battle Prompts

Bad Reputation Prompts

Fighting Prompts

Attacked Starters

Witch trial Prompts

Horror Movie Starters

Stupid Things to do in a Horror Movie

Horrorland Prompts

Tarot Prompts

October Writing Challenge

General Prompt Masterlist

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Tagging some witches who may interested!

@babbushka @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-gucci @mrs-zimmerman @iamburdened @gabesprincess @reborn-rekall @maybe-your-left @rynwritesstuff @caillea @cas-backwards-tie @candycanes19 @queeniebee @lumberjack00fantasies @mythrielofsolitude @icarusinthesea @ghoulian13 @darkhairedmenrule @reyloaddict55 @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @richbrittstein @clydesfavoritegirl @bensolodyad @thepalaceofmelanie @celiholland @durangoninetyfive @reveluving @fax4life27 @vedavan @queen-of-elves @srorgana1 @reylokisses @kyloremus @vixenofcourse @loveofaddy @kylofrk @dyaddu

All edits by the amazing @kyloremus

#adam driver #my stuff!#my writing #best #fic #halloween #commander mills x reader #commander mills x you #jacques le gris x reader #jacques le gris x you #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x reader

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dairy-farmer · 5 months

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Hi! I love Tim and I love all your itty bitty Tim stories. Thank you for all these really cool ideas you have.

I love the idea of Tim having litters of babies with Bruce. The Batboys are already very distant from their dad because of Bruce's parenting faux pas and absolutely disgusted with Bruce having it on with the neighbour's kid, and having actual babies with him. But the kids are so cute and they slowly start to visit the Manor more often. They watch tiny Tim taking care of the babies and they kind of wish that Tim had been there to take care of them the same way. They slowly mend their relationship with Bruce.Then, they see Tim breastfeeding his kids and they fall in awww with him. Then they see Bruce also breastfeeding from Tim too and think, wait a minute, could we do that??? And they do. And that leads to more litters and other things.

thank you so much!!!! i'm so happy that others enjoy them as well and i'm so happy that so many people send me asks with their incredible thoughts and prompts!!! i hope they continue to do so!!!

tim having lots of little babies with bruce is one of my all time favorites 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i especially love omega and hybrid tim having lots of cute little litters!!!! in a civilian au where tim never became a bat and joined the family there would be a lot of consequences- most notably that the family wouldn't be as close because much of the driving force behind the reconciliation between bruce, dick, barbara as well as bruce opening up to work with others was because of tim. in a world where tim doesn't come into bruce's life until he's already estranged from his other kids well then that opens up the very unique situation where bruce is incredibly lonely and deprived of affection but not able to recognize it.

hybrids are naturally incredibly affectionate, even to complete strangers they'll run up to them and hug and kiss them as well as rub against them in hopes of praise or perhaps even candy if they're young. so when bruce finds himself gaining the affection of a curious little hybrid chasing butterflies in the garden and finds out they're the sweet neighbor boy who moved next door with his wheelchair-bound father, he grows addicted to it.

tim is all lithe and small and fits perfectly in bruce's arms, he loves standing on his tip toes to kiss at bruce's cheeks and he likes holding bruce's hand and flopping it on his head for bruce to stroke between his ears. tim is innocent and sweet and freely gives bruce the attention and affection he hadn't realized he was desperate for. bruce, as an adult, is used to different forms of affection aside from cuddling or kissing and the build up of having tim there is just too much to ignore.

of course it ends with him getting tim pregnant. his little baby womb swells up with a litter.

bruce's children are estranged but they still visit him occasionally and they find out bruce has been getting it on with the little neighbor boy. they figure it out quickly when they see that tim's little tummy is curved with a sweet bump that can only mean he's expecting a litter and bruce is the only man aside from tim's dad for miles...

they don't take it well. of course they don't. dick is disgusted, jason is furious once he learns tim's age, and damian is deeply unhappy because one of damian's most recent charity endeavors were for the exploitation of hybrids.

they think the worst of bruce, of course they do because bruce has never given them rhyme or reason to think otherwise.

they distance themselves even more from bruce if possible.

tim gives birth to his litter in the laundry room of the manor and bruce marvels over the tiny babes. he knows that hybrids are born tinier than normal but they they'll progress to the toddler stage in a matter of months before reaching the same rate as normal human development.

jack drake can barely care for tim let alone an entire litter of grandbabies, not when he's still progressing in his healing. so jack drake gives them his blessing and bruce, without much ceremony or formality, marries his little hybrid that has become the mother of his children.

the first time his other kids see bruce's children is in a magazine spread that bruce did as a result of public interest of his marriage.

the visits start slow and hesitant. its very clear initially that the visits are only to see how tim and all the babies are doing but bruce sees as their concern shifts to curiosity to interest. tim is a natural mother and is always carrying around, playing, or nursing one of his and bruce's little babies.

initially tense or hostile conversations turn quieter and more tolerant when the babies cry at the harsh tones bruce's sons use when speaking to him. eventually that forced calmness turns real because its easy for them to forget how much they hate and disapprove of bruce while they're playing with several cute little babies.

eventually all of them are able to be in a room with any hard feelings and bruce notices as his son's eyes linger on tim's puffy little mama tits when he unclips the front of his nursing bra to free a tit for a hungry little baby that hastily latches on and begins desperately drinking down milk like they think their mama's milk will be stolen from them.

which it won't because bruce is always careful not to steal too much food out of his babie's mouthes. but sometimes tim just has his tits out, changing out babies every few minutes so they each get their fill and the first time it had happened bruce had gotten...curious.

now he just takes a few sips once tim is done feeding their baby. tim's small hand will curl around the back of bruce's neck, fingers playing with little bits of hair and murmuring encouragement as bruce lets out a satisfied sigh and gently suckles milk out of tim's tit like he's one of tim's babies.

bruce can see the barely restrained interest in his son's faces when they see tim disrobe and reveal a pair of plush milky tits. bruce hears their breath hitch when bruce descends down on them once his children have had their fill.

he knows that they ache for connection just like he did and he knows that they've been drawn in by tim's image as a mother to many sweet babies. bruce knows its hard to resist. afterall the heart wants what it wants.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim

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wwbtsdty · 1 year

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Set My Soul On Fire [5] | 18+

Summary: The chances of meeting your soul flame were almost one in a eight billion, the only way of knowing you were a match? You had to happen to be in close proximity of each other, so how were you ever to find your one true flame when they possibly lived halfway around the globe. When you find out you matched with not one but four members from the biggest boy band in the world, you weren’t sure if you were incredibly lucky or headed for devastating heartbreak, but you were willing to find out.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!taehyung, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, consent, smut, possessiveness, polyamory, anxiety, insecurities, jealousy, sexual tension, dirty talk, explicit language, kissing, grinding, marking.

Author’s Note: Yay, I’ve reached 500 followers! In honor of that, please enjoy the next chapter of Set my Soul on Fire! Thank you!!!!

Yes lots happening in this chapter, lots that will be touched on in later chapters.

This is all fictional.

“We should stop.” You moaned, your voice sounding not the least bit convincing as Namjoon littered the tops of your breasts with soft kisses, he didn’t even bother to look up at your comment.

“We should.” He hummed, the vibration sending a shiver straight through your body. His fingers deftly pulling down one cup then the other of your bra allowing your breasts to spill out. He paused, eyes glued to your bare breasts as he let out a deep groan, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts as he took in the site.

Your flushed under his gaze, feeling suddenly shy as he stared at your bare breasts. He quickly stopped your hands as they moved to cover yourself, “Don’t hide from me love. You’re absolutely fucking breathtaking.”

His comments only caused more blood to rush to your face as you looked away from his intimidating stare. Your last boyfriend was so long ago you could barely remember how to felt to be intimate with someone. Mel had tried to convince you to at least enjoy some one night stands, but that was never you. Sex with no feelings involved, with complete strangers... it just never appealed to you. It was hard enough to be vulnerable to someone you had feelings for, let alone a stranger.

He cupped your breasts, admiring the way you perfectly fit his large hands. Leaning down to take a pert nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling teasingly around the hardened bud before biting lightly. His hand moving to the other and beginning to lightly twist and pull on your nipple

“Namjoon!” Your fingers dug into his shoulders at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Funny, you’d always thought you just weren't sensitive when it came to your breasts, when other men had tried you ended up having to fake comments here and there like, ‘oh that feels so good’. Turns out maybe you just never had the right partner.

The dim interior of the van suddenly lit up as a phone vibrated to life nearby causing Namjoon to groan. He ignored the phone in favor of switching his attention to your other breast, sucking gently on the your nipple. His hand snaking around your waist to grab a handful of your ass, pressing you down against his growing bulge as he thrust against your core. You let out a quiet moan, he quickly responded with one of his own, grinding his hips up into you once more.

The phone rang yet again causing Namjoon to pause in his actions, removing his lips from your breasts with a pop as he laid his head against your frantically beating heart. He seemed to contemplate something before finally picking up the phone angrily, “WHAT??”

You startled at the sound of his livid voice, stilling like a deer in headlights as you watched that all too familiar jut of his chin appear. Something about him all hot and bothered sent a tingle coursing through your body turning you on even more.

“Sorry to interrupt your date, but you’re needed back at the dorm… now.” Yoongi sounded on edge about something, it had Namjoon quickly snapping back to reality.

“We’re already here, we’ll be up in a minute.” With that he hung up and threw the phone across the seat. His hand returned to your waist, massaging gently as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your neck sucking the skin into his mouth. He pulled back moments later to admire his work, a dark purple spot marring your neck now marking you as his.

He looked up at you apologetically, a mischievous look crossing his face, “Sorry love, looks like we’ll have to stop here for now.”

Your eyes widened as reality came crashing down, you practically fell off his lap in your haste to redo your bra and make yourself presentable again. Once the haze of desire had lifted you realized exactly what mortifying position you had found yourself in, breasts bare, grinding yourself down on his lap.

You can honestly say you have no idea what came over you. Blame it on the adrenaline of what had happened. You had felt so safe in his arms, then the next thing you knew you were in his lap.

Jesus Y/N, did you have any morals whatsoever. First it was Jungkook, then Taehyung and now Namjoon?! What happened to taking things slow and getting to know each other. Why couldn’t you just keep your hands to yourself.

Namjoon frowned beside you as your thoughts came crashing down, just as he was about to reach for you and comfort you, tell you this was perfectly normal, his phone rang yet again.

“We’re coming!!”

“How does this keep happening?!?” Jungkook shouting was the first sound you were greeted with as you opened the door. All the members were there, along with their manager and Mr. Bang.

Jungkook was pacing the floor as Jimin seemed to be trying and failing to calm him down, the rest of them didn’t appear to be handling whatever was going on much better.

Hobi greeted you as you entered, a fake smile plastered on his face as he threw an arm around your shoulder guiding you to sit in front of Mr. Bang.

Jungkook immediately sat in the space next to you, taking your hand to calm his racing nerves. He immediately felt calmer having you in his presence, seeing that you were safe with them where they could protect you.

“Okay, you guys are officially freaking me out.” You finally spoke up, looking around at the various expressions on their faces. You may have only know them a short while, but it was enough to know something was wrong.

“Namjoon, please take a seat.” Their manager spoke up as Mr. Bang pulled out his laptop sliding it around and opening it for us to see.

Right there plastered across some Korean site you couldn’t read, unfortunately your understanding of Korean only went as far as your soul flames, was you... smiling, laughing, oblivious to the camera’s as you walked around the museum with Namjoon. Of course you couldn’t tell it was Namjoon, wearing a hat and mask it could be anyone.

Namjoon exploded, “We just left the fucking museum! When did they post that?!” He exclaimed, jumping up from his seat as he stared down at the laptop as if he might throw it against the wall at any moment. You could practically see the anger radiating off his body.

Mr. Bang sighed, closing the laptop lid, “We aren’t sure, what we do know is someone has been doing some digging around this past month when all seemed quiet. We thought we had everything taken care of after the concert. It seemed like the story we gave was accepted and no further news had come from it--We were wrong. I’m so very sorry Y/N—,” He paused, seeming hesitant to continue, “Your name was also revealed in the article.”

The room went deathly silent.

Your fingers grasped desperately at the couch below you as the room suddenly started spinning before your very eyes. The voices around you fading away until all you could hear was your frantically beating heart.

They knew your name.

They knew your face.

“Take a breathe Y/N” Hobi shook your shoulders lightly having felt you go stiff beside him. Everyone else too busy currently having a screaming match with Mr. Bang about the situation to take notice. Their feelings so strong they had yet to feel the anxiety attack looming in their soul flame.

What if they found out where you lived... where your mom lived...

Your breathing became labored as you thought of every possible worst case scenario, your anxiety swiftly spiraling out of control.

“From the looks of the article they don’t seem to know who she was with at the museum, that's a positive. If they had been able to identify Namjoon this would be a totally different conversation.” Mr. Bang cleared his throat, trying to placate the members.

“Well great, isn't that just fucking perfect. We’re safe, but oh by the way, Y/N is now being targeted.” Jungkook spit out, glaring angrily at Mr. Bang as he threw his hands up in the air.

“Jungkook.” Namjoon having finally calmed down, placed a hand on Jungkook’s chest, his gaze willing him to settle down. “None of this is helping, let’s focus on finding a solution to the problem first.”

“Uh, guys...?” Taehyung spoke up from your feet having moved to kneel in front of you. He had finally felt your anxiety come crashing through his own thoughts, racing to your side to take in your face devoid of color.

Namjoon and Jungkook swung around at his worried voice, noticing both Taehyung and Hobi cradling either of your hands as your eyes stared sightless ahead of you.

“Shit!” Jungkook exclaimed, “Y/N!” Namjoon collapsed at your side, placing his hand on your knee as he tried to gain your attention.”Look at me Y/N..”

“Everything’s okay, everything’s going to be fine.” Jungkook spoke softly, running his fingers soothingly through your hair.

Jimin watched from behind Namjoon as they dotted lovingly on you, trying to calm down your frayed nerves. He felt compelled to touch you as well, to wipe away the tears he saw now falling down your cheeks. Instead he stood rooted in place, fists clenched at his side to keep from reaching out to you. At what point had he started to feel like an outsider? All his own insecurities rearing their ugly heads... you're fat, you’re ugly, how could anyone love you, she couldn’t love you.

Namjoon reached over oblivious to Jimin's presence behind him, placing his hand on your chest as he grabbed your hand placing it atop his own chest. “Come on Y/N.. breathe with me.”

You focused on the slow rising of Namjoon’s chest then, willing your lungs to cooperate. Taehyung’s face at your feet slowly came into view as the darkness crowding your vision started to fade.

“Good girl, that's it... we’re here love.” Namjoon’s deep voice broke through your consciousness as you happened a glance to him beside you. You hadn’t even noticed them crowding around you, trying to maintain consciousness through your spiraling anxiety attack.

Hands suddenly cupped your face, pulling your gaze from Namjoon to your other side to stare directly into Jungkook’s big doe eyes, “You scared the shit out of me.” His voice quaked as his thumbs moved to wipe the tears from your cheeks you hadn’t realized you shed.

Jungkook leaned down kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose before placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Please don’t do that again.” He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“No promises..” You smiled sadly as your heart broke at the fear etched in his eyes.

Your mother had always told you you'd looked like you'd seen a ghost or something during your panic attacks. You’d turn white, start shaking, sweating. The first time it had happened she took you straight to the emergency room having not known what to do.

Once you’d sufficiently calmed down they ushered you into your room and tucked you into bed insisting that you leave everything to them. You knew they didn’t want you to worry more than you already were, but a part of you felt worthless at not being able to help them devise a plan.

“We’ll fill you in on all the details later, for now just rest.. please?” Namjoon begged, running his fingers through your hair soothingly before turning to leave.

It was several hours later when you finally awoke, if the darkened skies were any indication. Your phone chimed waking you from your deep sleep. You drowsily reached for your phone to check the notifications. What you read had all the color draining from your face...

Stay the fuck away from BTS or else.

The phone slipped from your fingers falling to the floor as you sat frozen.

Suddenly the door crashed open, Jungkook barreling into the room as he felt your sudden fear. You fumbled from the bed, reaching for the phone before he had a chance to see the message.

“Whats wrong?!” He asked, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin fast on his heels as they glanced around the room for an intruder or something.

You clutched the phone to your chest, trying to silence the thoughts racing in your head so they didn’t find our about the threatening text, “Nothing! I uh--... I just had a nightmare that’s all.” You quickly made up a story to placate them, not wanting to make them anymore nervous than they already were with the situation at present.

“Oh..” Jungkook laughed, “I thought maybe you were having another panic attack.. or something.” They all visibly relaxed at the news.

“Well, now that your awake... you want to come out and we’ll fill you in on the plan going forward? Jin made some food for us earlier too, he left you a plate for when you got up.” You smiled at the prospect of food, your stomach growling in response.

Out in the living room you noticed everyone else had left at some point, leaving you and your soul flames alone once again. The members chatted animatedly amongst themselves as you filled your belly, Jungkook and Taehyung up to their usual hijinks.

Once you had finished and Jungkook cleared away the dishes, you all came to sit on the couches. “So..” Namjoon spoke up, “Obviously this situation isn’t ideal. We’re all beyond sorry that you were exposed, we all agreed we should have been more careful, made you wear a mask and hat. Going forward we will make sure you’re properly disguised. Also we will have to take bodyguards with us whenever we leave the dorm for safety. Even disguised, we don’t want to take the risk of anything happening.”

“Even though I can obviously protect you myself..” Jungkook mumbled under his breathe making you laugh.

“Yes, Yes... we know muscle bunny.” Taehyung laughed putting him in a head lock, Jungkook lightly jabbed him in the ribs causing him to release him.

“Our team has already had the article taken down, as well as any other related articles released. We’re just going to have to see if any repercussions come from it being up for the time is was. Since that article will make it extremely difficult to spend time outside together, our manager came up with the idea of spending the next week or so at our property that was built for In The Soop, give the public time to forget about everything and possibly focus on another story.”

Your eyes lit up at the prospect of spending time at the sprawling estate you had seen in the show. You had dreamt about spending time their since binge watching the second season, like any other ARMY had I’m sure. Now given the opportunity to escape reality back here you couldn’t help but jump at the chance.

“Yes!” You squealed before he even finished his sentence, everyone jumped at your enthusiastic response. Suddenly two arms wrapped around you swinging you into the air, you could tell by the tattoos it was Jungkook.

“Yay! We’re going to have so much fun! I’m gonna bring Bam, I just know your going to love him! We can go swimming, and play volleyball, and barbecue--” He rambled on as the others laughed at his antics, ever the maknae.

“Well then, it’s decided.” Namjoon clapped, “We’ll leave first thing in the morning!”

Everyone hurried back to their rooms to ready their bags, luckily you hadn’t unpacked much having just arrived a few days ago so there wasn’t much packing you had to do. Instead you sat on your bed, staring intently at the message on your phone you had momentarily forgotten about.

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, you really didn’t want to worry the members any more than they already were. It was probably nothing, right? Sure they somehow had gotten ahold of your phone number.. that didn’t mean they could find you. It was probably just an aimless threat, trying to scare you away. For once in your life you had to start standing your ground, you couldn’t let a few text messages keep you from your soul flames.

The next morning the five of you had gathered in the garage downstairs, two cars were waiting for you. You watched as numerous pieces of luggage were shoved into the trunks and back seats leaving only the front seats open. You only had one piece of luggage, what the hell were they bringing?!

“Groceries for the week, along with some other stuff to keep us occupied.” Namjoon answered making you wonder if you had spoken aloud.

“Alright, Jungkook, me and Taehyung will ride in this car.. You and Jimin can take the other car.” You froze glancing at the car where Jimin was already adjusting the drivers seat. You were going to be alone with him for the entire ride?

Out of all your Soul Flames Jimin seemed to have the most affect on you... which scared the shit out you. You weren’t sure if it was from your attraction to him even before meeting him or the fact that the man oozed sex, you constantly found yourself switching between Jungkook your bias and Jimin your bias wrecker. The flirting gazes and lingering touches when you first met him had shaken you, to the point you had found yourself avoiding contact with him since you arrived.

You felt horrible for keeping your distance, you could feel the awkwardness growing between you. You had felt his absence, no longer was there a constant sexual tension between you, instead an uncomfortable silence. You knew you had to put on your big girl panties and breech the divide you had put between you and him, at this point you weren’t sure how though.

You slid into the passenger seat as Jimin buckled his seat belt, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, “Ready?” You nodded silently, buckling yourself in as he started the car.

Jungkook suddenly popped out from the passenger window in the car in front of you waving, “Lets Go Go Go!” he shouted, swinging his hand like they were filming Run BTS.

The drive was about as uncomfortable as you expected, so far it had been about 30 minutes and neither of you had uttered a single word. You couldn’t even use your phone for a distraction as you had lost service once you hit the mountainous area. Instead you had opted to stare out the window, taking in the countryside of Korea.

Jimin glanced over at you occasionally, fingers tapping restlessly against the steering wheel. He inwardly cursed Jungkook and Taehyung who had insisted you and Y/N share a car alone. The drive so far had only solidified what he knew to be true, you had no feelings towards him.

He sighed softly drawing your attention, “Jimin?” He froze at your sweet voice breaking the silence in the car.

“Hm?”

“Are we... okay?” You whispered, fingers fidgeting in your lap nervously as you broached the subject.

“Sure. We’re fine.” He muttered under his breathe, he hadn’t mean for it to sound the way it had, but he couldn’t take it back now. He had meant for it to be reassuring, meant for it to sound like he was fine if you had no feelings for him.

You weren’t sure what kind of response you were expecting to get from him, but his cold response had you questioning how to mend your relationship. You racked your brain trying to figure out what to say, “I mean--uhm... you’re not mad at me are you?”

He winced at the hurt lacing your voice, was he mad? No, not at Y/N.. never at her. If anything he was mad at himself, mad that he wasn’t as smart as Namjoon, as strong as Jungkook or as good looking as Taehyung. Mad that he couldn’t gain your attention he so deeply craved.

“No, I’m not mad.”

You chewed anxiously at your bottom lip, this would be so much easier if you could feel what they were feeling. Your thoughts and feelings were so jumbled at this point he probably wasn’t sure what the hell you were thinking. “Ah.. okay.” you whispered, picking at your cuticles in nervous habit. You weren’t sure what else to say at this point, he wasn’t exactly giving you a lot to go off of in terms of starting a conversation.

They continued the rest of the drive in silence, another hour passing as Jimin felt increasingly more and more frustrated. His grip tightening on the wheel to the point that his fingers were turning white. Suddenly he swung the car to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes.

You jolted forward at the sudden stop, watching the car in front of you continue onward. Your heart jumped in your chest as you swung around to face Jimin, “What happened?!” You exclaimed, watching him unbuckle his seatbelt and turn to face you as well.

His gaze was dark and intimidating as he stared quietly at you for a moment, seemingly debating something internally.

“Jimin..?” you whispered questioningly into the silence.

“Fuck it.” He growled, leaning across the close confines of the car, his hand wrapped around the back of your head bringing you close to him as he closed the gap pressing his lips roughly against your own.

You gasped against his mouth, flattening your hands against his chest as you debated whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He had to know, had to know if there was anything between you.. damn the consequences. He could live with you not loving him, but he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t try. If there was no spark he would give up and let the other members have you. If you truly felt nothing for him he would somehow... let you go.

His lips moved sensually against yours, tilting his head to the side as he deepened the kiss. His lips felt even more heavenly than you had imagined, you gave yourself fully over to the kiss as you opened your mouth for his prying tongue.

Jimin was unapologetic in his need, fingers tangling in your hair to tighten his hold allowing him to further taste you. The power you held over him was unfathomable, you had no idea the lengths he would go for you, no idea what you did to him. Even now he could feel how incredibly hard he had become from just one kiss, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to strip you down right here and worship each and every inch of your beautiful body, screw the fact that they were on a public road.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, no doubt one of the guys wondering where the hell they had gone once they saw you weren’t behind them anymore. He groaned, managing to peel himself away from your lips to answer the phone.

“We’re fine. Don’t worry, we’re coming.” He spouted off at Taehyung, hanging up before he could even respond.

You were still in shock, fingertips resting against your now swollen lips as you stared off into the distance in thought.

Jimin cleared his throat garnering your attention, “I’m sorry.. I--I just had to see if there was anything there.” He mumbled under his breath, hoping you weren't upset with him now. He had felt you respond, you hadn’t pushed him away like he expected and was prepared for.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you spun around to face him again, “Something there? What--I’m confused.. How could you think that?” Your voice raised sounding slightly hysteric now, that you had even made him doubt himself and your bond was enough to break you.

“I thought.. maybe you didn't have any feelings for me, that you were only interested in the others. I can see why you would fall for them, they have everything.. the looks, the brains, the bodies. I’m nothing compared to them.” He sighed deeply, his eyes falling to his lap as he was overcome with sadness.

“Park Jimin!” You quickly reprimanded him, “Don’t you dare say you’re nothing! You are so beautiful it makes me incredibly nervous every time you look at me, and the way you dance is nothing short of amazing, and your voice is angelic. But most of all you have the biggest heart...”

You could feel the color rushing to your face as you rambled on about just how amazing he was, but damned if you were going to sit here and let him hate himself, “I’m sorry if I was distant... honestly--” You bit your lip hesitant to reveal why you had shied away from him since meeting him face to face again, “If i’m being honest, you made me nervous...you’re just so--so hot. I always found myself drawn to you and it scared me, so I kept my distance. I never meant hurt you.”

Jimin tensed, that was the last thing he expected to hear, he made you nervous? He could feel all the bad thoughts leaving his body at your words as he turned back towards you, a cocky smirk lifting his lips. “Wait, you pretended you weren’t interested because I--because you were so turned on by me it scared you?”

Your eyes widened. Shit. You had practically said that just now hadn’t you?

You stammered as you struggled to come up with a response, curling back against the car door behind you as he leant forward giving chase. The car wasn’t big enough to really escape him of course, he reached out running a finger along your cheek before gripping your chin with his thumb and index finger. He smiled wide like the cat that got the canary, making you wonder what he was thinking in that mischievous brain of his.

“I hope your ready baby, because I’m not holding back anymore.”

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addictedtostorytelling · 3 months

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Hi aj! Ive been rewatching gsr moments from csi Vegas and it just got me thinking about grissom and sara’s current relationships with the old members of the team. Brass is obviously there (love sara basically scolding him for not telling them about his condition in the beginning of the season) and they mention catherine often enough. There’s the fact that grissom and sara apparently are in california most of the time now, so it makes me wonder if they see nick now and then. And then there’s greg who I’ve always thought of as sara’s closest friend besides grissom. What do you think of their status now given that the show hasn’t really given us much?

hi, anon!

since the show doesn't really give us much information to go on besides the few implications that you mention, this issue is a matter of headcanon.

and i'll be honest with you: i don't really have a headcanon on this one.

the main reason why i don't is because the whole "grissom and sara ride off on a boat" ending is one that only comes about as a result the s13 divorce storyline, and the s13 divorce storyline is one i completely ignore in my own imaginings of the show, so i just haven't spent a lot of time thinking about the everyday ins-and-outs of the nautical lifestyle for grissom and sara.

i prefer to devote my brainpower to thinking up an au where the divorce never happened.

however, the other reason why i don't have a headcanon on this issue is because i don't really think the scenario lends itself to a happy outcome where "continued team contact" is concerned.

the reboot didn't actually specify that grissom and sara spend a lot of time in california—that's just where they happened to be at the time when they got called in on the hodges case.

while they may occasionally dock there, the impression i got was that they more often tend to move around, following the animals they're researching (like the jellyfish sara sends grissom to collect off the coast of panama in csi: vegas episode 01x01 "legacy").

and if it is the case that grissom and sara are truly "science nomads of the sea," then chances are they don't actually have a ton of contact with their friends.

the maximum distance for ship-to-shore calls is about 15-25 miles from shore, and cell service and wifi out at sea is often of poor quality/unreliable/prohibitively expensive, which means that unless they are close to the coast and/or in port, grissom and sara's options for making contact with their friends/family are likely fairly limited.

then, even when they are close to the coast and/or in port, logistics such as time zone differences, roaming charges, and the unpredictability of their travel schedule could further interfere with their communication with their old teammates.

it might be difficult for them to fit in more than a few facetime calls a year or an email or two every few months.

while nick lives in a coastal city (san diego) and might therefore be able to more easily meet up with grissom and sara when they sail his way, brass and presumably catherine are landlocked while living in vegas, as is greg living in chicago, so they might only very rarely get to catch up with grissom and sara in person.

personally, i don't much like the idea that the found family the team built during their 9+ years of working together completely dissolves once they all no longer are employed at the lab; however, any scenario where grissom and sara spend the majority of their time living on the open ocean seems to point toward that outcome.

hence, i just don't spend much time thinking in that direction.

i stay in my little au world, where team graveyard stays close for life, even after they start to move in different professional directions.

so.

all of the above said, if i have to bend my brain around the scenario canon presents us with, then i'm going to be stubborn about it.

and unrealistic.

i think sara—who already lost her bio family and isn't about to lose her found one, too—absolutely refuses to fall out of contact with catherine, nick, greg, and brass, seagoing lifestyle be damned.

she puts in the work and makes sure grissom does, too.

every time she and grissom dock somewhere, she's sending postcards and letters from both her and grissom by snail mail, firing off emails, making arrangements for phone calls—which she will stay up until ungodly hours to facilitate (depending on time zones).

she also arranges things so that she and grissom are in san diego no fewer than four times a year to see nick, and if she ever gets word that catherine or greg is attending a conference anywhere within 100 miles of a coastline, then she makes that place the ishmael's next port of call.

at least once a year—usually while the boat is being maintenanced—she and grissom make a trek inland. go on a "grand tour" for a couple of weeks at a time, visiting brass and catherine in vegas and greg in chicago, putting in quality "family time" while also running their "land errands" (like getting their driver's licenses and passports renewed, having their annual physicals and dental appointments, in her case completing continuing csi education certification courses, etc.).

she also will go out of her way to attend big events in her friends' lives—like when nick wins some big award from the city of san diego, she and grissom are there, front row, at the ceremony, cheering him on; and when greg graduates from his phd program, they show up to see him walk.

while grissom would perhaps be more naturally inclined to just let socialization fall by the wayside, she encourages him to make time to zoom with catherine and even—if you can believe it—keep up his correspondence with heather, and he (ultimately) is grateful that she does, because even though he tends toward reclusiveness, he does still love his people and realizes that staying in contact with them makes his life richer.

anyway.

it's not very realistic, given the actual logistics of their life, and neither is it very well thought-out, as, like i said, i don't spend a lot of time mentally inhabiting the post-s8 canon story world, but that's what i've got.

thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.

#answered #anon #asks: csi #**#my meta #meta: csi #my headcanons #let's talk shop #csiverse

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hadeantaiga · 5 months

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UGH I love the Jem'hadar....

S4E23 "To The Death" is so fucking good. We really get to know their culture, how they think what they believe. We get to see some of them interacting with humans and klingons, as well as their interactions with the Vorta.

Also, First Omet'iklan shoots Weyoun, and it's always funny to watch Weyoun die.

What I really love is we get to see some of them developing respect for non-Jem'hadar. I love when Dax is speaking to one on the bridge, and they have a sweet but simultaneously profoundly sad conversation about age, what the Jem'hadar do with their days, and how they are born. The Jem'hadar she speaks to is proud to say he is eight, and is adorably surprised when Jadzia replies she's over 300.

They don't need to eat or drink or sleep. All they do, all they want to do, is train, and fight.

A 20 year old Jem'hadar is a revered elder. It's not because they can't live longer - as far as the show depicts, there's no real reason they couldn't. They just all die in battle, or they're killed by one another.

First Omet'iklan, murders his own Second after the Second gets in a fight with Worf. Afterwards, he says to Sisko he deeply valued his Second, and that they'd fought together for three years. For a Jem'hadar, that could very well be half his life up till now.

Sisko: "A dead man cannot learn from his mistakes". Omet'iklan: "A solider who cannot follow orders is a danger to his unit".

Jem'hadar are born in birthing chambers, and they don't have "females". I'm a big ol tranny so I prefer to imagine that to mean they don't have genders whatsoever. We know the Dominion clones them. I imagine the human concept of gender would confuse them.

I like to headcanon that individual Jem'hadar actually use it/its pronouns. That wasn't really a thing in the 90's, but it really fits with their worldview and how they think of themselves.

Pretend dialogue:

"Are you a man, or a woman?" "I am a Jem'hadar soldier." "What's in your pants?" "Several knives."

And now I absolutely need trans Jem'hadar. In my imaginary AU, some of the Jem'hadar who decide to leave the Dominion are actually successful and don't all die. Imagine a Jem'hadar learning about genders and deciding it wants one!

Also, I'm a sucker for loyalty, and for breaking that loyalty. But I'm also a sucker for characters who, within a framework of loyalty that is supposed to be absolute, decide to bend how that loyalty works, and to whom they are loyal.

Like Omet'iklan. Sure, he's loyal to the Vorta and to Weyoun, but only because that's how things are structured in the Dominion. If your god tells you "be obedient to the Vorta, and through them, you will show obedience to me" then you do it. We see it in the episode "Rocks and Shoals", where a different First decides that loyalty to Weyoun is the truest form of honor, even though he knows Weyoun is sending him to his death against Sisko. Meanwhile, in "To The Death", First Omet'iklan feels that Weyoun deserves to die for daring to question his loyalty.

And it's those little things that get to me so much about the Jem'hadar!!! They are not single-minded!! Every single Jem'hadar is an individual being, with his own thoughts and feelings!

We see so many examples of them breaking away completely, and sometimes just questioning their place in the universe - "Hippocratic oath", "Rocks And Shoals", "To The Death".

Star Trek in the 90's always did this...

"Here is this monstrous looking species, they are the bad guys!"

but then a new writer gets a hold on them and says "actually, these monsters? they're nuanced. look, see under the covers!"

And with the Jem'hadar we really get that all in one series, but we never get the payoff of them finally breaking away from the Dominion.

#jem'hadar #ds9 #deep space 9

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scarlet--wiccan · 3 months

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I was going to send you an ask about how you thought Bova fit into current canon (if at all) since she went from having most of the answers to the maximoffs early origins to being completely wrong about everything… but then Pietro brought her up in the SW&Q preview.

I’m focusing on a tiny detail here, I know, but it strikes me as an odd thing to say. She wasn’t exactly the twins’ au pair (does he mean to Luna after her other nanny died? That feels more accurate) but I’m also unsure why he’d feel guilty about her death. If you have any thoughts I’d love to read them

It was an exceptionally weird thing to say, actually. Neither Bova nor Marilla (Luna's nanny) were au pairs. That term has a specific definition, and I've never heard it used colloquially in place of a nanny or midwife. At first, I wasn't even sure which of the two women Pietro was talking about, until I realized that he calls her a "ruminant," which means cow. So, yeah, very strange.

I think that the intention of this line, is that Pietro is implying Bova meant more to him, as a caretaker, than Magneto. Which makes sense, even if the way he says it is... honestly really disrespectful to Bova's memory. I'm really not sure, though-- this is, admittedly, very clunky dialogue. Pietro and Darcy are both super sarcastic and use a lot of snarky wordplay, and I'm worried that Orlando can't handle both of those voices in the same scene.

Anyway, Pietro wasn't responsible in any way for Bova's death-- she was killed along with the remaining New Men on Mount Wundagore by her creator, the High Evolutionary, in a storyline that had absolutely nothing to do with the Maximoffs, and didn't make any sense for the Evolutionary, either.

This might actually be the first time Wanda or Pietro have acknowledged her death on-page, but I think that's mostly because Bova is such a minor character that the writers never thought to bring it up, not because they don't care about her. And for what it's worth, Pietro did care a lot about the Knights of Wundagore-- he referred to them as family and was really upset when they were killed by Modred, feeling specifically that he had failed them. So I imagine he would have felt the same about Bova, even if it wasn't his fault.

#bova ayreshire

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before i head to bed—i absolutely agree. i think with max heavily involved for the rbr!driver au, lestappen would fit and then for the ferrari driver!au it strictly just charles. also a name would work perfectly to tell the difference! I sorta like Bones as a name (chosen name) but name is up for discussion! but me thinks having such an unique name would help, also because Bones sounds so like deathly and like somebody you'd associate with goth/emo group but then this happy wild card driver is bouncing around talking anybody's ear off is HYSTERICAL to me.

Also LESTAPPEN RIVALRY YES PLEAAAASE.

(imma stick with Bones for the time being as the name): Like Bones genuinely is confused when Max is so upset and pissy that she got with charles because yeah they hate each other but bones is like ‘?? we’re not fucking?? why are you so pissed???’ But Bones being a little shit i would die for. Bones just happily lets him take a picture and send it to charles and is actually excited to see the outcome because hello, two of the most popular drivers are like fighting over her. she’s allowed a bit of an inflated ego with that. she’s so happy-go-lucky, sunshine, always sweet & caring (unless charles but even still) to the public so nobody in a million years would expect her to be a little shit and sorts fueling a fire like this. especially when charles texts her asking what the fuck are those hickies on her thighs and demanding answers from max because ‘thought you guys weren’t fucking?? what changed??’ and probably making it his mission to not only get back at max but make sure bones remembers who they fucked first

and hell, to really add fuel, she’d probably wear a skirt with knee highs that are just a bit too big on her so she’s gotta have garter belts on to keep them up but part of the hickies are showing and she’s just “lalala” and maybe some people are bold enough to ask but she shrugs it off like “nothing! don’t worry bout silly clumsy me!” but she knows max and charles knows exactly what they are.

this fire is rapidly spreading between the two and bones just somehow in the middle but also on the sidelines roasting marshmallows straight vibing because they’re secretly a little shit who likes chaos and like maybe i’ve already thought of bones history which involves a really shitty ex and this is the first time they’ve felt wanted by anybody, let alone two guys like max and charles soooo.

if you’ll allow, i can ramble bout bones history tomorrow >:) also when i get around to forcing myself to update my blog (the thought tires me out LMAO) and really flesh this out, would you be down to be tagged in the post since we’ve been rambling nonstop bout it? 👀👀-🐈‍⬛

omg hi sorry i didnt answer this last night i finished baking at 11 pm n passed out 🥺

im not a big fan of the nickname bones bc i have watched the show bones a million times and it makes me think of decaying bodies so .. tbh its a turn off.

u can tell me ur idea ab her histroy but i have an idea ab it too but its opposite kinda ! i kinda want her to be someone who never committed to anyone, she fully committed to racing and never dated because media already spoke so much about her love life. idk what other countries are like but i can totally imagine her being american and it’s prom season so all her friends back home are getting asked to the dance, going dress shopping, and she’s on the other side of the world in a racing championship. interviewers keep asking her if she’s sad about missing out on prom and all crossing the stage for her high school graduation, and she’s just like “well considering i’m currently first in a fight for the f3 championship, i’d certainly rather be here fighting for this trophy than a prom queen sash.” very independent and always shoots down questions about her love life and is like “i don’t hear you asking anyone else that, why are you asking me?” or completely ignoring them until someone’s like “hey they asked you a question.” she just shrugs and says, “i’ve already said i’m not going to answer questions about my personal life. ask me about the race, or the car.”

maybe was fwb with a driver from another team in the past or even a past teammate so it’s kind of a comfortable dynamic to fall into with charles and max. she loves the chaos. she def loved pitting them against each other before the whole hickey fiasco, but when she fucks max and he leaves those hickeys on her thighs, it only gets worse. i can imagine if they’re in the same hotel charles could come banging on max’s door.

#ask #🐈‍⬛ anon #also yes tag me!

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“Alright, I love you.”

ah bless!!! ok this is from the same universe as "when all we have are shadows" (aka the bartender au on tumblr)! this takes place probably about 2 months after they really truly get together at the end of the fic.

(from this list of prompts)

(1.4k)

Obi-Wan has absolutely no idea how he’s ended up here, making a college student poached eggs at seven in the morning because the boy had admitted to never having them before in his life.

That’s where Obi-Wan is. He’s dating a boy who thought poached eggs were fancy cuisine until five hours ago when he’d mentioned it offhandedly while curled up on his chest, pressing messy, lazy kisses to his skin between pointed words about how it would be amazing if they went on a vacation together after Anakin finished this year of school.

Not even his last fucking year of school, mind you.

He’d said something like how nice it would be to go to some romantic city and fuck on the balcony of a hotel room, taking breaks only to eat fancy foods, like dark chocolate and poached eggs—

He’d been playing rather obviously with the skin around Obi-Wan’s ring finger, below his knuckle. Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to handle that, so he’d asked about the egg thing instead of asking him why he suddenly seemed so completely set on making Obi-Wan have to ask him if he’s really, seriously trying to get Obi-Wan to propose to him.

Now it’s seven in the morning, and Anakin is sitting up on Obi-Wan’s counter top, shirtless and in sweatpants that are definitely not his. His hair’s being pushed back from his forehead by a bandana, which makes the little pieces stick out everywhere. He looks devastatingly adorable.

There’s no way in hell that he actually, really, wants Obi-Wan to marry him.

“You love me,” he declares, apropos of nothing. Obi-Wan cracks an egg against the countertop so hard it splatters everywhere.

“What?”

“You said so,” Anakin swings his legs out slightly, brushing his foot against his thigh insistently until he turns around to look at him. Anakin offers him a grin. “A week ago. We were on the phone, and I said I had to go because I was about to take an exam, and you said, ‘Alright, I love you,’ and then you hung up.” He scowls at him, crossing his arms over his chest. Obi-Wan is pretty sure he has egg yolk dripping from his fingers, but he sort of wants to reach out and wipe that frown off of his boy’s face. “I failed the exam. I couldn’t concentrate.”

Obi-Wan blinks and turns around to wipe his hands on a kitchen towel. “I didn’t notice,” he tells him, looking back for a second before focusing on the eggs. “I apologize if the words made you…uncomfortable.”

“I thought you meant them,” Anakin says. “But then you haven’t said it again, even though I’ve been very loveable since then just in case.”

Anakin has been an unmitigated brat, and they’ve fucked at least three times in the bar this week alone. Loveable. For fuck’s sake.

“Do you want me to love you?” Obi-Wan asks, carefully cracking another egg.

“I want you to marry me,” says Anakin, and the egg goes over the stove in a spray of yellow and clear fluid. “I think those are supposed to go into the pot,” Anakin points out.

“I think I need you to stop talking,” says Obi-Wan, staring into the rolling water. “Maybe go to your room.”

“You can’t send me to my room, Obi-Wan, I’m twenty years old.”

God, he can’t just say that. Obi-Wan is going to have heart palpitations if he keeps just saying stuff like that. “Anakin,” he says, quite calmly, “why don’t you sit down at the table? This isn’t a conversation we should have like this.”

And put a shirt on, he wants to say. Maybe a bag over your face. You’re too distracting.

As Anakin gets situated, Obi-Wan washes his hands and turns off the flames on the stove. Just once, he’d like time with Anakin to go how he expects it.

“Alright,” he says, sitting down across from Anakin. The boy looks nervous now, sort of moody, like he’s deciding whether or not he’s going to throw a fit and the next five minutes will determine it for him. “Anakin, you are twenty years old.”

“Almost twenty-one,” his boy points out mulishly. Oh god, he’s already getting petulant.

Obi-Wan switches tactics. “Anakin, you’re right,” he says, even though the words hurt coming out of his throat. “I do love you.”

The admission makes Anakin light up like he’s just swallowed the sun or something.

“You’re wonderful, Anakin. Lovely and gorgeous and clever and kind. A lot of people are going to fall in love with you in your life. I promise, it won’t take much,” he smirks slightly, but Anakin just blinks at him, confused. “You can’t—there are things—marriage is something—you can do it more than once, obviously, but it’s serious. It’s not enough that someone loves you, alright? Plenty of people are going to love you. You have to love them as well.”

“But I do love you,” Anakin says.

“That’s very kind of you to say,” Obi-Wan lies, because it’s nice to hear as much as it hurts to hear. “But—”

“No, it’s true. I’m in love with you,” the boy interrupts, standing and rounding the table. “I’ve been in love with you since before we started actually dating. I’ve been in love with you for months, even when I was still sleeping with other people. I loved you more every time, wanted you, not them. And it got worse after we got together, because now I see you all the time and it makes me never want to stop seeing you. I hate going back to my place. I hate leaving you. My lease is up in a month, so I thought, I want to move in with you. But that doesn’t feel like enough. I want more. I want everything, I want to be your husband too. Don’t you want me to wear your ring?”

“Sweetheart,” Obi-Wan hopes he sounds as pained as he feels, even as he lets Anakin push him back from the table and climb into his lap. “That’s not how relationships work.”

“Why not?” Anakin asks, sounding curious. “If the two people in the relationship want it, then why can’t they work like that? Unless—do you not want to marry me?”

“I—fuck,” Obi-Wan shakes his head, wordless. Ten minutes ago he’d been making poached eggs. Now Anakin is looking at him like he’s trying to break his heart open. “I mean, I—I would, darling. But marriages—they’re…permanent.”

How can he say that he’d love to marry Anakin? That his fear is being divorced by Anakin? Where are the words to tell his boy that?

He can’t find them.

“Yes,” Anakin agrees, like he thinks Obi-Wan is being stupid on purpose. “Sorta like my love. For you. Permanent.”

Obi-Wan leans back to look him fully in the face, darting his eyes between both of Anakin’s. What if he says no and Anakin thinks that means he doesn’t love him? What if Anakin breaks up with him? What if Anakin decides he needs to be in a relationship with someone who thinks a little less loudly and constantly, touches him more eagerly, someone younger and prettier and just as insane as Anakin is? Fuck, if he lets him go, Anakin could be married before the end of the year.

But if Obi-Wan marries him, then he’ll at least know who’s going to meet Anakin at the end of the aisle. He’s going to know that the person Anakin marries will do their best to treat him how he deserves, because it’d be him. It would be him Anakin curls up next to and falls asleep with every night. It would be him that Anakin gives all of his gross morning kisses to, as well as his post-teeth brushing morning kisses. It would be him Anakin comes home to, him Anakin leaves with.

Ah, fuck it.

So Obi-Wan is engaged now.

“Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan says. He should have a ring. He should be on one knee. He should probably not be doing this at all, but Anakin doesn’t seem to care about shoulds. “Will you marry me?”

Perhaps he can at least convince Anakin into having a long engagement. Yes. He can be firm on this. After Anakin has graduated university.

But when Anakin shrieks and laughs and leans forward to kiss him joyfully, crying yes into his mouth, Obi-Wan feels even that resolve begin to falter.

#asks #any obi-wan can negotiate anything he wants #except a relationship with anakin #especially this obi-wan and this anakin #prompt fill #obikin #bartender au

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Do you mind if I share some more thoughts on the new unit au (same anon as before, just capitalizing my letters now)? I have many thoughts.

For the new unit, how many members would there be? Would it be a unique solo unit like that one guy whose name I cannot remember? Or would there be multiple people in the unit?

If that's the case, then who are these new people? They're not gonna be anyone you see in-game, that's for sure. So, are they strangers? Are they old ocs you thought you'd forgotten about? Or are they people designed specifically to fill out the roster? Ghost characters with no backstory or purpose aside from aiding you and your unit.

Personally, I like the third one. It fits with the "I was designed for you" theme the other characters seem to have. It also leaves room for even more yanderes, which is fun.

I think three members (including you) would be ideal. You act as the leader and centerpiece for the unit, while the other two are the backup duo. The entire unit is undoubtedly focused on you, which is a bit unusual, isn't it? More reason for suspicion, perhaps...

If it's okay, I'd like to send in more ideas about this as 🔆 anon

This ask is a continuation of this

Honestly, I´m blown away by how creative you are, I´m eating all of this up!! Such a big brain, I love the ideas! Welcome aboard, 🔆 anon! Absolutely feel free to send in more thoughts too, I love reading it!

More thoughts on this under the cut!

gn reader

tw yandere, implication of violence and dislike against the reader because of a misunderstanding, mention of a killed dog as a descriptor but it doesn´t actually happen

Who are the characters in the newly introduced unit the player is now a part of?

Okay so first of all let me start by repeating myself: This is literally such a good idea!

If the unit happened to be a solo one then the pressure on you would dramatically increase, so for your own safety, I hope it´s not. Look at this like this, only a single character was added into the game, and not a second later, their beloved player disappears and abandons them when there had been no prior sign of this happening. In their desperation, they´ll very quickly turn to blame you for the entire ordeal, simply because you´re the easiest to shift the blame to. They obviously haven´t done anything wrong so the only one responsible could be the one character that was added recently without any warning. You must not have liked the design or the style of music or anything else! You´ll have an especially hard time because pretty much no one is on your side. Even the more sane or empathetic ones won´t help you out because they´re too struck by grief and they don´t dare to stand up against the overwhelming majority who will just want you gone.

You´ll have a slightly easier time if you aren´t the only one in your unit because it at least leaves the chance that *you* in particular aren´t the problem but instead maybe one of the others.

I do think the game and world would opt to give you two completely new characters because if they just used an old oc of yours, you might be even quicker with finding out that something must be wrong. After all, even if they´re old, there´s still a good chance you might recognize them.

But then again, is it really any less suspicious that amongst your favorite characters, there are now two completely new ones you´ve never seen before in your entire life that seemingly only exist to make you look good and put you in the spotlight? They´re both nice enough and it feels good to at least have some people here in ES that you can talk to without being villainized for some reason you don´t understand. It hurts, having everyone you pass shoot you dirty looks as if you´ve killed their dog or something when you have no recollection of doing anything wrong. You´re literally just existing, why do they hate you?

But you can´t deny that it´s a bit creepy how both of your unit mates only compliment you and tell you how glad they are to have you with them, it´s like their entire personality is based around pleasing you and you can´t help but think it´s a bit unsettling. How come you´re always the center of all of your songs even though they´re both undoubtedly talented when you might not have any prior experience when being an idol? Why is it that all your outfits are suited to your own preferences and when you speak up about it, both of them insist that they´re happy with being able to wear the clothes you enjoy? It´s worrying and yet you´re still happy to have them because it at least means you have two people that will always have your back, no matter what

#enstars #ensemble stars #yandere ensemble stars x reader #yandere self aware au #ensemble stars self aware au #yandere enstars x reader #yandere self aware ensemble stars au #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #gn reader #yandere self-aware au #yandere #cw yandere #yandere x reader #anon ask #🔆 anon

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jinwoosungs · 2 years

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i have friends in holy spaces.

lies of p. | au

pinocchio x fem.reader

before.

your heart was pounding with joy at the thought of seeing your best friend again before the start of the new school year.

eugenie was the girl you had always looked up to, with a soft type of beauty that could not be mirrored. she was always so much smarter than you, having an interest of becoming a master inventor and engineer like the ever so famous and elusive mr. g himself.

unlike genie, you were more interested in the medicinal side of things, like studying various plants and chemical concoctions to see what ailments they could treat. your parents were wealthy enough to send you to study at one of the most prestigious academies placed within the heart of krat.

your footsteps echoed loudly across the streets of krat, making your way to yours and genie’s usual spot at the park. during your walk, you greet those that waved at you and bid you a good day, feeling your mood increase as your heart filled with happiness.

practically skipping now, you were running through the grass upon seeing the sight of genie’s braided hair. her back was turned towards you, but the dark vest and white blouse was unmistakable.

slowing down your steps, you figured you could tease her just the tiniest bit and surprise her. she was talking to someone, still completely unaware of your presence when you crept closer and closer to her.

“SURPRISE!” your voice echoes throughout the park as your arms suddenly came around her abdomen in an unexpected hug. to your delight, genie actually manages to jump up in surprise before turning around to face you, red-faced and flustered as she calls out your name. “please, don’t ever do that, especially around pinocchio!”

pinocchio?

the name was an unfamiliar one to you, further prompting you to let go of your still blushing friend as you looked at the young man that stood just a few feet away.

and you were speechless.

he was absolutely beautiful to you, with locks of hair the same color of rich chocolate and eyes the color of a bright blue sky. freckles decorated his pale face, and he was dressed extremely well, almost like all those princes you’ve read about in your fairytales when you were younger.

genie, still flustered, stutters a bit when she steps aside to introduce you to him properly. “erm, sorry about that, this is my best friend in the entire world...”

“i-it’s nice to meet you, pinocchio! and uhm, i’m sorry if my entrance was a little uncouth of me.”

“it’s fine.” his voice was rich and deep, making the blood rise to your cheeks at the sound. feeling shy, you end up tearing your gaze away from him only to realize something that would come to hurt you in the months that would follow after your first meeting with him.

the moment eugenie mentions going to the library to research a bit about engineering, pinocchio’s gaze was immediately glued to her. his cerulean eyes were so hyper-focused on her, as if trying to memorize every detail about her as you seemed to melt away into the background-

that was the moment you felt the first pinpricks of heartache and yearning for the boy who had you mesmerized at first sight.

------

after.

it wasn’t until much later that you found out pinocchio was actually a puppet who, according to eugenie, had been made by mr. g himself, becoming his greatest work.

you didn’t know much about the man known simply as geppetto, only that he was made immensely wealthy by developing such advanced automatons who’s sole purpose was to help humans with their daily lives.

and pinocchio truly was his most beautiful and captivating work.

despite his tiny quirks, such as the way certain parts of his body would twitch, or how his arms couldn’t keep still, he looked exactly like a normal boy. you couldn’t deny just how perfectly he fit within your classroom at the academy, even managing to capture the attention of the entire female population at your school.

of course, pinocchio remained a gentleman and cordial, speaking to them with a kindness that he was familiar with. it didn’t matter if he was surrounded by 10 or 20 other girls, the moment eugenie would step into the picture was the moment he would lose focus on everyone else surrounding him and join her.

you knew it was stupid to feel so hurt. even after knowing pinocchio for nearly a year, it didn’t change the fact that he was so completely enamored with eugenie. only a fool would be unable to see just how drawn the two of them were when together.

regardless of the times you ignored the signs, just to tell yourself that you needed the courage and the chance to confess your feelings for him as well, the evidence was just too strong for you to ignore.

you recall one late afternoon where classes had ended for the day. you wanted to read something light and romantic and chose a few novels from your school’s library. as you walked within the halls, trying to search for your friends, was when you heard the sounds of eugenie’s light giggles.

the grand hallways were empty, except for you and the laughing couple settled near the front of the windows.

“pinoch, give me back my glasses! i can hardly see a thing without them!”

“hm, i don’t think that i will.” pinocchio chuckles, still holding eugenie’s round-framed glasses above his head while she kept trying to reach for them.

“p-”

“besides, i quite enjoy clearly admiring the beauty of your dark eyes without these meddlesome things in the way.”

your heart became frozen upon hearing such fondness coming from him. even if he was a mechanoid himself, it seemed as though he were capable of feeling very human emotions-

like love.

and it hurt you to know that those beautiful feelings would never be directed at you.

the final stab to your heart was when pinocchio leans down to press a gentle kiss against eugenie’s cheek, making them burn an even brighter red as she stutters out his name.

only when she turns around did she finally notice you, letting out a gasp of your name. “i-i’m sorry, were you looking for us- ah?!”

without speaking another word, you clutch the books close to your chest and run away from them. the tears filling your vision makes it difficult for you to see, but you didn’t care. you were just desperate to get away from them, unable to stand the thought of the man you had come to love and admire fall for someone else.

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looking back on it now, it was pretty stupid and selfish of you to think that you could ever replace eugenie from pinocchio’s heart.

regardless of how they came to meet, it was clear that you would forever be overshadowed by eugenie’s beauty and brilliance. each time you watch her admire pinocchio’s mechanoid body, you would see him remain completely still, never once tearing his gaze away from her. her gentle touches would smooth over across his porcelain skin, and your heart would manage to twist each time pinocchio would let out an almost dreamy sigh at her touch.

those moments were always too much to bear for you, and you would excuse yourself and physically leave them. the pangs of unrequited love would always be like a knife felt digging into your heart-

but perhaps what hurts the most is losing the two people you considered to be your best friends.

when you ignored your feelings and pinocchio kept his attention on you, you found that in his own way he cared deeply about you. he always asks how your day was and even helps with any of your assignments that you struggled with at school when eugenie wasn’t around.

on those rare occasions that you got to spend time with pinocchio alone, you would read out your favorite fairytales to him and talk about your desire to learn about medicine in hopes of treating the sickly. he would smile that soft smile of his and tell you how great your dreams were-

yet the moment eugenie steps back into the picture, his attention would slowly go back to being focused on her. it was like eugenie had left such an imprint on his heart and soul that you would never be able to compare.

you knew that you needed to distance yourself away from your two friends and their blooming romance. for if you stayed with them and witnessed their love again, then you would grow to hate genie-

and you didn’t want that.

as the days went by, you slowly removed yourself from eugenie and pinocchio’s lives.

you stopped searching for them within the hallways of the academy,

you stopped going to your favorite park,

you stopped sneaking forlorn glances at pinocchio, wishing with your whole heart and soul that he would meet your gaze-

you were going to stop being their friend and watch them fall in love at a distance, because truly, neither of them deserve to be hated simply for feeling the way that they feel-

and it was high time that you accepted that.

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one year later.

“class, i would like you to settle down as i introduce a new student that will be joining us.”

you were currently feeling kind of numb, not focusing upon seeing a tall young man with curly red hair. he was dressed in the academy’s uniform, but seemed a bit too thin to truly fill out the entirety of it. but what he lacked in bulk he made up plenty with his height alone.

you didn’t catch your teacher saying his name until she pointed at the empty desk settled to your right. him suddenly meeting your gaze makes you sit up straight, unsure why he was smiling at you so widely when he suddenly exclaims, “nice! i get to sit next to one of the prettiest girls here!”

his words succeeds in making your cheeks feel heated with the blood rushing beneath them. your head was still spinning even when he tosses his book bag on the ground before settling himself on the desk next to yours. shaking your head to reorient yourself after the new guy’s exclamation, you take out your notebook and begin writing the notes your teacher had written on the board.

“psst, hey,”

the same boy, whispering to get your attention forces you to face him, “what?”

he was still all grins and soft chuckles, holding out a hand for you to take, “the name’s lampwick, but you can call me wick.”

you let out a soft exhale, glancing at your teacher to make sure that she wasn’t looking at you before you shake your hand with his and answer wick back with your own name.

“heh, that’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“ms. bianchi, lampwick is being a distraction to the whole class.” you jump almost immediately, hearing the deep and familiar voice of pinocchio himself. glancing back at him, you were shocked to see his hand raised with his intense gaze honed in on lampwick.

“thank you for alerting me, pinocchio. and lampwick, pay attention or else you will suffer the consequences, do you hear me?”

“yes ma’am.” wick seemed to sulk a bit, slumping back in his seat as he took out his own notebook to scribble his notes on. this causes you to giggle a bit, making you smile throughout the entirety of class as your heart slowly began to feel warm again.

lampwick was so refreshing to you, maybe even a little quirky and a bit silly, but you found yourself liking his extroverted nature.

as you snuck glances at lampwick, making sure he was taking his notes properly, you couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation of someone staring at you.

and it made you nervous.

swallowing thickly, you turn around-

only to see pinocchio giving you an unreadable expression with his cerulean eyes.

such an intense gaze was enough to make the heat rise up against the back of your neck. you quickly turn away from him with a frown, wondering just what his deal was?

------

your books were gathered, and you were about to leave the classroom when a gentle tap felt behind your back stops you.

you look beside you to see lampwick sporting a sheepish expression on his face. his hand was behind his head, and he was just so tall compared to you with his near 6 foot frame. “hey, i’m still pretty new around here, and i was hoping you’d show me around?”

“me?” you point to yourself, genuinely surprised that lampwick was asking you of all people to show him around the academy.

“i mean, yeah, who else but the prettiest girl i know?”

you roll your eyes at his flirtatious behavior, “if it’s prettiness you’re searching for, then there are plenty of other girls in this school that can show you around.” you huff, ready to leave, only to be stopped by lampwick once more.

“w-wait, that came out wrong. what i meant to say was...i’d love it if you could show me around because...i guess i want to spend some time with you and get to know you better?”

oh dear lords, that actually sounded so sweet, so nice coming from him. the sudden sounds of a chair scraping against the floor breaks you out of your momentary reverie brought on by lampwick’s honesty. you face the source of the sound to see pinocchio ready to lunge at lampwick, only to be stopped by eugenie’s slender hand on his chest.

breathing out a sigh at pinocchio’s sudden theatrics, you take a hold of lampwick’s hand, “come on, i’ll show you around.”

“nice! thank you so much!” you use the sound of lampwick’s laughter to distract you from the look of pure hatred on pinocchio’s face, unsure of why your former friend was acting so strangely now that lampwick was in the picture.

whatever, it’s none of my business anymore. i had decided on that a long time ago.

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“that fiend is going to break her heart, i just know it!”

meanwhile, eugenie was having a difficult time calming her beloved down. he was just acting so strange all of a sudden, becoming angry at the sight of that new boy talking to her former best friend.

even thinking about it now makes eugenie’s heart twist in pain. she misses her best friend terribly and didn’t know what had made her stray away from them-

don’t play dumb. you know exactly why.

she stares at pinocchio and the way he’s pacing around the school, perhaps even unsure of his own emotions when it pertained to her.

eugenie was well aware of how captivated you were with pinocchio at first sight, often becoming tongue-tied at the mere sight of him. you spent all those months sparing him yearning glances-

but eugenie had adored him, too, and she didn’t want pinocchio to get taken away from her. she knew that the beautiful mechanoid was just as taken to her as she was with him-

however, she couldn’t deny that you also held a special place in his heart. each time she would ask to spend some time with him, he would always ask if you would come along as well.

even if he felt something for her, some part of her knew that you would manage to carve a place in his heart as well-

because you were someone she felt completely overshadowed by.

you were so smart, even without your interest in inventing and engineering like her. the goals you hoped to achieve did more to improve mankind by treating their illnesses with the plants and chemicals you were so passionate to learn about. you had an inner and outer beauty that could never be copied or taken away from, and that made eugenie so afraid.

when she figured the best way to take his affections was by telling him how much she adored him first, she knew that you would inevitably be left heartbroken, but was still selfish enough to go through with it. that day, when you had caught pinocchio courting and teasing her by stealing her glasses, she had purposely made it visible for your eyes because she wanted you to give up on your feelings for him-

honestly, what a terrible friend she was, preventing you from finding happiness.

biting down on her bottom lip, she takes a hold of pinocchio’s hand, feeling the coldness against her heated skin as she gently strokes it in hopes of calming him down, “pinoch, we need to talk.”

he finally stops pacing, looking down at her with the same expression of soft love she was so used to. yet this time, it appeared dimmer than usual, his thoughts clearly distracted with you and lampwick. “yes, what is it genie?”

she closes her eyes, allowing her to bask in the way pinocchio gently cups at her face, tracing at her cheekbone with his fingertips before asking, “why is it so important for you to find her and keep her away from lampwick?”

“i...that’s-” he trails off, seemingly unable to answer her simple question-

and that was all the confirmation she needed.

“do you remember how you once told me you wanted to become a real human because you felt inspired because of me?”

pinocchio’s body twitches a bit before he gives her a steady nod.

“but when you told me that, were you truly seeing me, or someone else?”

he mechanoid was completely frozen now, unable to answer her truthfully. finally realizing why seeing lampwick with you made him so upset, he looks away from the girl he thought he loved.

what ends up filling him was a dark emotion felt pooling against his mechanical heart, and he figured that if he could cry, he would when he answers eugenie’s question honestly by stating your name.

------

the months slowly pass by, and you were glad to say that you were happier now-

so much happier now.

where you had lost both of your closest friends through feelings of unrequited love, you managed to gain a new one in the form of lampwick.

he held such a special place in your heart, but you knew that he could never quite replace how strongly you felt about pinocchio. yes, even after all this time, you don’t think you could ever quite forget about the beautiful puppet that captured your heart with a single glance alone-

but you were okay with loving him from a distance. so long as he was happy with eugenie, then that was all that mattered.

it was currently late into the evening, and you and lampwick had decided to stay back at school and spend some time within the library. as you ran with lampwick across the halls, making your way to the library, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being followed.

yet every time you glanced back, you couldn’t see a single soul.

“hey, come on, slowpoke! hurry up! you promised to show me your favorite record, remember?!”

you giggle, completely forgetting about that strange sensation of being followed when lampwick opens the library doors for you, “after you, my lady.”

“why thank you, kind sir.” you smile and enter the room first, going straight to the record player as you looked through the shelves, trying to find the record you were looking for. while lampwick sat back on one of the sofas, you finally found it.

“i have friends in holy spaces.” you smile at the cover of the record, depicting a rather dapper looking young man with a cane in his hand, seeming to use it to help him dance rather than help him walk. carefully taking the record out of the cover, you carefully set it on the record player and allow it to play.

a dreamy melody begins to play, and you softly hum before singing along, “you remind me of a former love that i once knew...”

while you sang along to the lyrics you could feel lampwick stand from his seat to join you. he takes a hold of your hand and brings you into his arms, spinning you around as you danced to the music.

“you remind me of a few of my famous friends. well that all depends, what you qualify as friends-” by now, lampwick was chuckling while allowing you to dance all around him. you felt so light and happy, teasing him each time lampwick purposely stepped on your foot or lost his balance whilst trying to dance-

but your happy moment was cut short when you heard a loud crash coming from directly outside of the library, immediately filling you with concern. “wick, what was that?”

“stay right there, i’ll go check it out.” he lightly shoves you behind him, stepping closer to where that sound came from only to hear footsteps quickly running away.

“hey, stop right there!” whoever it was must have been extremely fast, for the moment you and lampwick stepped out of the library, no one was around. turning your eyes to the right, you felt them widen upon seeing something deep imprinted into the plastered wall.

“wick, look.” he follows your gaze to see what looked like a fist against the wall, catching him off guard when he points at it with a curse, “damn, just who could possibly be strong enough to do that?”

you purse your lips, keeping them tightly sealed, but you knew exactly who would have the strength to do such a thing.

pinocchio.

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eugenie was acting strangely around you now.

it seemed as though every time she caught a glimpse of you, she would try to walk over to you, but only to stop short and turn away at the last minute.

along with her strange behavior, you noticed how pinocchio wasn’t acting like her second shadow anymore.

in fact, you don’t think you’ve seen pinocchio at all, not even in class. after what had happened at the library last night, you were certain that it was pinocchio that had followed you and lampwick and punched a hole in the wall.

yes, everything was incredibly strange, indeed.

once your lessons ended for the day, you gently nudge lampwick, making him jump as he appeared nervous. “oh, hey, what’s up?”

“i was just wondering if you wanted to hang out at the library again? maybe things would run smoother this time because-” pinocchio isn’t here, you were about to say, but stopped yourself from doing so, not wanting to mention pinocchio. for some odd reason, a part of you wanted to keep his identity as being a puppet a secret from lampwick.

“ah, i’m sorry, i promised my mother i’d be home early today.” his words, they seemed off, his voice even cracking here and there when he turns down your offer. you simply shrug in response, not really seeing anything wrong with his excuse. in fact, your own parents even told you to spend only a few hours at the library and go home immediately before it got dark.

“that’s fine, wick. i’m probably going to find a book in the library to take with me before heading home myself.”

“HEY! that’s a great idea! you should definitely do just that and head to the library right now!” now, wick was suddenly pushing you with fervor out of the classroom, making your head spin with the absolute change in personality he was displaying.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, okay, bye!” you watch as lampwick dashes away from you, wondering just how you got such a goofy boy to be your best friend.

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the library was eerily quiet, and you debated on whether to play a record or not to fill the silence.

shaking your head, you figured it was best to just find a book and leave, already gravitating towards your favorite section when soft music begins to play.

“close your eyes, come to me, feel alright- just dance with me all through the night,”

you turn around and face the sound of the record playing, only to find pinocchio steadily walking closer to you. in his hand was a beautiful bouquet of camellias, the sight of those pastel pink petals making your heart ache at how beautiful they were.

no words were spoken when pinocchio was directly in front of you, silently beckoning you to take the lovely bouquet whilst the soft love song continued to play against the background.

the sweet scent of the camellias was intoxicating to you, and you were rendered speechless, wondering what pinocchio was doing here, giving you a bouquet of flowers that signified admiration, love, and longing. “i- where’s eugenie?”

pinocchio’s body twitches some more before settling, his hand reaching out to touch at your cheek, shaking his head at your question, “she’s not here, only i am here.”

“but-”

“we...we called it off. we realized our true feelings and ended it mutually.”

you take a step back, nearly crushing the bouquet to your chest when an expression akin to that of pure desperation was seen on pinocchio’s face. he steps closer to you, hands gently stroking at your cheek when he explains, “that year when you suddenly distanced yourself from eugenie and i, i...i felt that distance and it was so painful.”

“i didn’t know why you didn’t want to be around us, around me, anymore, and it wasn’t until eugenie telling me why that i finally understood.”

he rests his forehead against yours, “you...you loved me, but i was too blindsided to notice, and for that i am sorry.”

by now, the tears were filling your vision, “so what? you want both of us as lovers in your life? i cannot do that, p-”

“no, just you, just you.” his deep voice cracks just the tiniest bit, bringing your form even closer to him as he held you in his embrace, “eugenie asked me who i saw in my dreams when i truly became human.” he whispers into your hair, making you cling to the front of his coat, “and do you know what i told her?”

“what?” your question was all but a breathless whisper, heart beating madly out of your chest at the sheer amount of hope that blossomed from within it.

“i told her it was you.” he gives you a sad smile, caressing at your bottom lip while giving you another apology. “i’m so sorry for causing you so much pain. i promise you, i’ll make up for hurting you for the rest of my life.”

with a sob of his name, you fling your arms around him, making him take a step back as you immediately captured his lips in a sweet kiss. he sighs, the same sigh you wanted so desperately to hear solely because he was so enamored with you and your own touches.

as you both stand in the middle of the library, you embraced him like your life depended on it, feeling your heart heal and grow lighter by the boy you have loved at first sight.

------

eugenie watches the two newly formed lovers embrace with a sad smile on her face.

all was well now, as it should be.

“so did it work, cupid?”

eugenie’s could feel her heart jump from within the confines of her throat, turning around to see the tall redhead with the same sad smile on his own face.

“i should think so,” she carefully shuts the door, giving the lovers some privacy while confronting lampwick, “and please, don’t call me cupid.”

he sighs, looking away from her while running a hand through his curls, “but that’s what you are, bringing those two together like that.”

she watches as lampwick groans, resting his back against the wall while purposely banging the back of his head against it, “you know, i really liked her. i didn’t see her as my best friend, i genuinely loved her.”

eugenie couldn’t help but giggle at his honesty, “i loved him, too.”

silence was felt becoming blanketed by the two souls who had seemingly lost their first loves due to circumstances beyond their control. perhaps it was due to such similarities that they found comfort in one another, the burden feeling less painful while in the presence of the other.

lampwick was the first to speak when he holds out a hand for eugenie to take. “want to get out of here and heal our sorrows with some stargazing? i know a way to get to the academy’s rooftop.”

eugenie could feel her face slowly turn pink with a blush. she coughs, clearing her throat while pushing up her glasses, she gives lampwick a genuine smile as she extends her hands out for him to take.

“i’d love to stargaze with you.”

a.n. - this is currently unedited, but all these anons need to stop hurting me with these prompts of unrequited love! anyways, i like how this story turned out and p!atd's -i have friends in holy spaces- fits so well with this type of theme of young / lost and found / finally requited love 🥹

ps as a bonus please listen to serenade + requited to really feel the emotions in this story. it's a very self indulgent story, so it's okay if some readers may not like it 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#.stories #liesofp x reader #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader

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