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𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 | 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

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𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: aemond targaryen x reader

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: canon-typical misogyny, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, toxic relationships

𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: f!reader, noble!reader, obsessive!aemond, toxic!aemond

⁃ it starts off strange, naturally. aemond’s way of showing interest is like a game of cyvasse, where you don’t know you’re playing until you’re losing.

⁃ he begins by throwing words like daggers, seeing which ones will stick, as well as which ones will miss. “courtesy is often the cloak of deceit,” he says one day as you pass by, eyes sharp, challenging you to disagree. you’re left pondering his intentions, unsure if this is disdain or a warning. you're not even sure he knows your name, but he's got his eye on you, that much is clear.

⁃ all of his tests are subtle at first, almost imperceptible… at least to everyone else. during a meeting including your house, he undercuts your suggestions with a smirk, “is that the best wisdom we can muster?” making you doubt your voice, your place. yet, when others join in the critique, his dissent stops, a silent barrier against the tide.

⁃ he starts to frequent areas of the red keep you're known to visit, under the guise of random meanderings or pressing royal duties. his presence is always pronounced, a storm cloud in a serene sky, yet he never directly acknowledges you unless absolutely necessary. when he does speak to you, his words are a mix of backhanded compliments and critiques designed to unsettle, to pull your attention and push you away all at once.

⁃ he tests the waters with questions that cut close to bone, speaking in riddles of his kin and house, gauging your reaction below a veneer of idle curiosity. "and what do you say of the whispers about my brother?" he asks, his gaze sharp, searching, every one of your words and expressions a stone in the foundation of this game he’s you’re both playing.

⁃ he’s watching, always, from the corners of rooms, from across courtyards, his gaze a heavy thing. you start to feel it, the weight of his attention, in every place you go. “you seem to find yourself in my path quite often,” he remarks, a statement that makes it seem less like coincidence and more like an invisible thread pulling you into his orbit.

⁃ at a court event, a bard mishandles a tale of your house’s valour, rendering it comically rather than heroic. while others laugh, aemond's eyes find yours across the room, his gaze sharp and assessing. later, you hear the bard has been given a generous sum to leave king's landing — and the realization that aemond might have been defending your honour, in his own convoluted way, leaves you bewildered.

⁃ only next, he's once again all about putting you in the spotlight for the wrong reasons. during a dinner, he casually asks if you truly believe in the tales of old valyria, making your opinion sound naive in front of everyone. it's like he enjoys seeing you squirm, but when you catch his gaze, there’s something else there, maybe respect?

⁃ after a particularly sharp exchange, you wander the quieter halls of the red keep, mulling over aemond’s pointed remarks. “is loyalty not our greatest virtue?” had left his lips with a smirk. his words had a sting, intended for you in a room full of eyes and whispers. it wasn’t just the comment but the public questioning of your loyalty that left a bitter taste. it’s the solitude afterwards that weighs heavily, making you question where the line between loyalty and a noose truly lies.

⁃ then, when you're about ready to write him off as a typical targaryen prince, toying with you for amusement and not much different from his elder brother, small things begin to happen. a finely-made bone comb appears amongst your things, no note, nothing to indicate it’s origins. it's truly beautiful, haunting almost. none of your household maids know where it has come from. you do not think about it again, until your maid casually notes the comb is in fact made of dragon-bone whilst she brushes out your hair one evening, and your heart drops.

⁃ when news reaches you of a lord questioning your place at court behind your back, nothing comes of it. no confrontation, no public defence. however, the lord's aspirations wither as if touched by frost; his allies turn away, his influence ebbs, and he is left to the cold mercy of court politics. you never explicitly see aemond act, but the timing is enough for you to know he is responsible.

⁃ the cloak follows, materialising on a chilly evening, draped over your chair, with no explanation. the craftsmanship is impeccable, finer than anything you’ve ever owned. it’s the colours that give him away – shimmering greenish blue with bronze detailing adorning the hood, unmistakably the colours of vhagar, etched into your memory from watching in wonder as aemond took her to the skies above the keep. when he sees you wrapped in the cloak, his smirk is a tell. "gevie," he mumbles, almost begrudgingly, before he’s speaking with a nearby lord as if you do not exist. (later, you discover he had said beautiful in high valyrian, after hours upon hours of scouring language books in the library.)

⁃ when you confront him about it later, his only response is a cryptic, “it suits you,” his eye glinting with something like satisfaction. the ambiguity of the comb was one thing, but the cloak is a statement. he sees it, you wearing it, as an unspoken acceptance of his claim, a mark of his territory, even if only known to him, and now you.

⁃ but even with the dragon-bone comb brushing along your scalp and the cloak wrapping you in its warmth, aemond’s tests don’t cease. they become more direct, more challenging. he questions your judgments, pushes you to defend your beliefs, each instance a gauntlet thrown at your feet. “prove me wrong,” he dares, and every time you rise to the challenge, it feels like a victory and a defeat, all at once.

⁃ his kinder actions aside, he's still a storm, a dragon at heart, unpredictable and restless. one moment, he's pushing you away with a cutting remark about how easily charmed you are by shiny things, the next, he's singling out anyone who dares speak lowly of you, though he'd never admit it's defence.

⁃ at a small gathering in the courtyard, a long-standing court noble sidles up to you, their voice low and laced with mock concern. “he’s got his eye on you, hasn’t he?” the words linger, unsettling in their ambiguity and specificity. you pause, the realization that your identity is becoming entwined with aemond’s reputation unsettling you. aemond has never hinted at any interest directly, nor publicly, yet his actions speak volumes, and, you realise in that moment, it’s not solely obvious to you anymore. soon after the incident, you find out that same noble has suddenly, unexpectedly, and without formal reason, returned to the seat of their house.

⁃ his idea of openly flirting with you? challenging you to a horse race when he falls into stride with you during a royal hunting trip in the kingswood, under the guise of proving your recklessness. "i believed you too fragile, my lady," he teases, goading you into proving him wrong once again. his singular attention on you, which is no longer lost on the court, is both infuriating and exciting.

⁃ challenging aemond becomes an unexpected thrill, not only during a ride but over a map of disputed borders laid out in the council chamber. “might there be room for diplomacy?” you suggest, the words hanging boldly between you. his look is sharp, a mix of annoyance and something vaguely resembling admiration. it’s a small victory, asserting your voice amidst the power plays of court.

⁃ at a feast, when you catch him observing from across the room, there’s a moment where the world narrows to just the two of you. later, as he escorts you to the far-side of the keep to your quarters (with his kingsguard and your maid as chaperones) he openly negs you about your taste in music, literature, the arts, but always in a way that demands a response, a defense. it’s exhausting, exhilarating, maddening.

⁃ the tension between public perception and private truths comes to a head when a rumor reaches you about aemond defending your honour in your absence, against a council member nonetheless, stirring a complex mix of emotions. confronting him leads to a terse exchange, “i can defend myself” you start, watching his reaction closely. his reply is noncommittal, a shrug that does little to clarify his intentions, leaving you to question the nature of his interest. it’s this dance of half-truths and veiled motivations that keeps you wary, even as court intrigue pulls you deeper.

⁃ but within weeks, at a ball, his behaviour is so uncharacteristic of his typical self-seriousness that it has prince aegon downright gleeful in his amusement, and queen alicent looks as if she’s seen a ghost. aemond is seen drinking, whispering with others, occasionally even laughing. however, his eye never strays far from you, always positioning himself where he could get to you if he so pleased. he dances and flirts with a handful of ladies other than you, but each step seems a performance, deliberate and pointed. later, he privately comments on how predictable such events are, subtly relishing in your sulky expression and stiff responses.

⁃ jealousy becomes a tool after that, a sharpened blade wielded with precision, but only ever at you. he’s seen in the company of the most eligible ladies of the court, only to cast them aside with a cold indifference as you approach. "mere court games," he scoffs when you question it, but the message is clear, and the music, testing the lengths of your interest.

⁃ if your gaze lingers on another, noble or common-born, their fortune subtly wanes and they suddenly seem… less. aemond doesn't openly compete; still, pieces move, fall and retreat in a carefully woven net of doubts and second guesses, a whisper here, a look there, enough to make rivals for your affection run for cover without a word spoken against them.

⁃ more gifts arrive, still with no indication of their sender, but layered with meaning; a book on war strategy with passages underlined and notes in the margin, a brooch echoing both the targaryen and hightower sigil, as well as a sapphire necklace that you do not understand the connection of, yet – each gift a tangible tether to him. aemond does not react when he sees you with his gifts, except for looking vaguely pleased with himself, which is hardly out of the ordinary. however, his grandsire otto does a double-take as you pass him in the hall whilst wearing the sapphire one, and soon after queen alicent is personally inviting you to ladies luncheons and visits to the sept with her pious entourage, rarely accepting your attempts to decline.

⁃ suddenly, your opinions, your insights become valuable to aemond. "what would you do?" he asks at point blank, unexpectedly. he is not simply testing your loyalty or competence anymore, but also making you a co-conspirator in his plans, a shared counsel that blurs the line between advisor and confidante, drawing you deeper into his web.

⁃ there are also more guards being stationed in the spaces you regularly inhabit, silent sentinels who only seem to materialise with your presence. a guard, often enough a kingsguard, is seemingly always readily available to escort you to wherever you wish to go, whenever you wish to go. that in itself is a privilege few ladies are afforded, if not a confirmation that this newfound surveillance protection is aemond’s doing.

⁃ even if you pretend not to, you don’t miss the way select servants follow you from one of your duties to the next under the pretence of cleaning spotless floors. more concerning are the shadows and faint footsteps that you notice on occasion. a silent assertion of his presence in your life, protective yet possessive. it’s there in the corridors you walk, the gardens you frequent, a reminder of his reach, his interest, a silent witness to your virtue and a deterrent to your vices.

⁃ the isolation comes gradually. “they do not see you, not truly,” aemond whispers during a stolen moment, his surprisingly warm fingers grazing your cheek. these days, he casts doubt on the intentions of those around you, proudly and indiscriminately. it’s a not-so subtle tug away from the crowd, toward him, towards his house, towards the brewing civil war, and the frightening thing is, it works. he had spun a web, complex and suffocating, around you deftly, and you had not seen the delicate strands until it was too late; you find yourself seeking his company, his approval, even as you bristle at his methods.

⁃ so when he corners you under the cover of moonlight, asking, “what is it you want?” it feels like the culmination of a long, intricate dance. it’s a challenge, a confession, a turning point. his question isn’t just about desire; it’s about allegiance, about choosing sides in a game you never agreed to play. the gifts, the challenges, the protection, the whispers, the barbed words — all of it binds you to him in a way that’s impossible to ignore. and you realise, with a mix of dread and fascination, that you’re too entangled to simply walk away.

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hollandorks · 4 months

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battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader

chapter thirteen

Summary: After the sudden deaths of her mother and grandmother, y/n is forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke her heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, she vows to get to the bottom of her former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what she’s expecting.

a/n: Sorry this took a hot minute to get posted! In my defense I wrote 4 chapters, hated them, deleted them, and then had to start over from what was last posted. Also, life just keeps happening. Anyways I have the next two chapters written already so I should be posting a few chapters over the holidays!

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“I’m okay,” she said, but she wasn’t sure she was.

Bruce hadn’t looked at y/n for pretty much the entirety of their little safety meeting.

By the time Gordon and Alfred deemed their security changes good enough, she was more mentally and physically exhausted than she had been since Alfred first knocked on her apartment door. And to think she had been almost excited at the start of the night.

She sat, staring vacantly at a knot in the ancient hardwood floors. She couldn’t have said what was decided in that meeting if a gun was held to her head. She bit back a wry smile at the irony of the thought.

When she lifted her eyes again, everyone was gone. Alfred was hovering in the doorway. Bruce was a step right inside, hands shoved deep inside his sweatpants. The two exchanged a glance, and then Alfred was gone.

She looked up at Bruce, her elbows on her knees, her head aching. She rubbed the space between her eyes with a wince. She probably looked awful with her clothes and hair mussed, blood on her head, her eyes half-wild.

She realized Bruce was staring at her–probably waiting on her to get up–so she stood and stretched.

Bruce was still standing there, watching her.

“I’m going straight to bed, don’t worry,” she said. Her tone was more flat than she intended. Things were going to be even worse. Bruce and Alfred had been dragged even further into her mess and Wayne Tower was about to be turned into a veritable fortress. And she definitely wouldn’t be able to leave now.

Y/n went to slip past Bruce but he held out a hand. He didn’t touch her so much as subtly block her way. She stopped and stared down the hallway. For some reason, her heart was pounding. If she looked at him–she didn’t know what would happen if she looked at him, but she couldn’t. She was too tired to hide anything, too tired to pretend.

“Are you alright?” he asked in a voice so soft it ripped something open inside her.

Tears filled her eyes. She nodded her head. Then she shook it.

The hand Bruce held out gently touched the small of her back. His other hand cupped her elbow. An embarrassing whimper slipped out of her mouth as he very slowly pulled her into his chest.

She stiffened reflexively as Bruce held her. Then, all at once, all of the tension melted away.

Her hands fisted in his well-worn shirt as she inhaled the scent of him. “I lost–everyone I loved all at once. And now I keep getting fucking shot at and a mob family wants me dead. I’m not sure I’ll ever be alright again.” She had missed him so much that a simple hug had her weak in the knees. At that moment, she didn’t care about the history between them. She didn’t care about the ragged edges of the heart he’d broken. He was there, he was holding her, and she felt more safe and whole than she had in a long time.

“You haven’t lost everyone,” Bruce murmured. “I’m still here.”

The words were a spark, her anger igniting in a burst.

Her fingers tightened for a moment before she forced herself to step away. For a moment, she wished he would pull her back into the safety of his arms, but the anger stirring in her chest wasn’t going to be ignored.

“I lost you three years ago, Bruce,” she said in a startlingly calm voice.

And he flinched.

It didn’t feel as good as she thought it would.

She turned away from him to take a deep, steadying breath. “It doesn’t matter,” she said when he remained silent. “I–I think I’m finally falling in love with someone else.” When she faced Bruce again, his mouth was open with shock. “I mean, I’m not in love with him,” she clarified, face flushing with heat. “But I could see it happening.” She hadn’t meant for those words to come out. But Batman had been on her mind a lot lately, more so since that moment in the alley, him protecting her, his bare hand gentle against the skin of her face.

Bruce recovered enough to say, “Who?”

“Why does it matter?” she asked, still angry. “Are you the only one allowed to–to move on?”

“No, I just–” He looked stunned by her anger, and that felt good. Hurting him hadn’t, but letting him see the extent to which he’d hurt her, how angry it made it, that felt good.

“It’s the Batman. Alright? I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like myself around him and I haven’t felt that way in years.” Three years, to be exact. She crossed her arms and turned away again. “And I don’t know if he even likes me at all or is just, you know, obligated to be around me. But someone like him is someone I could…see myself with. And I haven’t felt that way in…” In three years, she finished silently.

The silence lasted so long that she gave in and looked to see what Bruce’s face was doing. He was making a valiant effort to school his features, but he was failing at it. “What?” he finally said. There were several emotions warring on his face, all of which he was trying to hide.

Y/n grit her teeth so hard she thought she heard something crack. “Forget I said anything. I’m going to bed.”

She stepped past Bruce and again, he held out his hand to stop her. She smacked it away and muttered an angry-sounding goodnight.

She was so stupid, she thought as she shoved a few papers off of her bed. Telling Bruce that she might fall in love with the Batman? A man in a mask she barely knew? She grabbed her notepad with all of her article notes with a frustrated growl and made a single note: white knight syndrome.

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For two more days, y/n stayed locked in Wayne Tower. She pestered Gordon and Martinez and even her vigilante friend for updates, only to receive little in response. The man’s face was plastered all over the news.

Finally, she had his name.

Frank Gallo.

Her luck was, honestly, the worst. Leave it to her to accidentally get involved with the mob.

Thankfully, at the very least, Martinez valiantly tried to keep her entertained. They texted almost constantly, Martinez mostly sending memes, but it was better than the godawful silence of the Wayne Tower residence. Bruce was almost always gone–flaunting his freedom, y/n felt, even though she knew that wasn’t what he was doing. And Alfred always hovered just out of sight, a suspicious lump at his side indicating he was now always armed.

Being cooped up was really making her insane, y/n thought as she stared at the row of coffee mugs on the shelf before her. She had been standing there for at least ten minutes, her mind entirely blank.

Her phone vibrated on the counter with another text from Martinez. This one was just a string of various tired emojis. It vibrated again with a GIF of a kid falling asleep at the table.

Y/n grinned. Poor Martinez. He didn’t really have any rank and so was constantly given the worst jobs–which now included patrolling the street around Wayne Tower with three other officers. He almost always got stuck with the midnight shift. That worked for y/n–she hadn’t been sleeping much, and Martinez’s texts were probably the only thing keeping her from flinging herself out of a window.

I’ll bring you some coffee, she texted in a split second decision. Meet me in the lobby.

She knew she wasn’t allowed outside–she didn’t want to get caught by a sniper, after all. Or have Martinez or any of the other officers or Wayne security get caught in the crossfire. But surely if she rode the elevator down and Martinez met her at its doors it would be safe enough. And it’d feel almost like being able to leave. Maybe a small taste of freedom was all she needed.

Y/n nodded once to herself and filled two mugs with fresh coffee.

She spilled a little over her hand, hissing in pain, as she hit the elevator button with her elbow. She hadn’t heard her phone vibrate with Martinez’s response yet, but she could always just wait in the elevator downstairs until he came inside.

The elevator doors slid open.

Y/n’s next inhale was a strangled gasp.

She stumbled back, both mugs dropping from her hands in her haste. They shattered against the floors, one after the other, hot liquid burning her feet and ankles.

On the back wall of the elevator, exactly at her eye level, was a picture.

It was dark and grainy, yet its subject was unmistakable.

It was her and Batman, his bare hand on her face, her eyes shining as she stared up at him. They were washed out by red and blue lights around them, caught in the shadows of the alley.

She knew exactly the moment it had been taken.

And she knew it meant two things: they knew who she was, and they knew where she was.

Her entire body went cold.

“What happened?” Alfred’s sharp voice barely registered. When she looked up, he was right beside her, handgun drawn and aimed into the elevator. It didn’t take long for him to notice the picture, even as the doors slid shut again after idling for too long.

“Stay here,” Alfred half-growled, mashing the button again to open the doors. He dialed a number on his phone with his free hand. The grip on his gun was unwavering.

“Security breach. Elevator.” was all he said into the phone as he stepped inside the elevator. Y/n had never seen Alfred look so…fierce. So imposing. Even when she’d been caught sneaking out as a teen, he’d never looked so scary.

She often forgot that he used to be in MI6.

It was as if y/n’s brain started working again all at once. The neurons started firing, her chaotic thoughts pulling together into a semblance of order one after the other after the other.

Martinez hadn’t answered her text.

There had been a security breach. Martinez had been stationed right outside the front doors.

And he hadn’t answered.

She leapt through the doors just as they closed.

Alfred reacted instantly. “No!” he snarled. She managed to catch his hand before it hit the override button, the one that would send her back inside.

“Martinez!” she said, as if that would explain everything. She turned wide, frightened eyes to Alfred, her hand still on his free one. The gun was still in a readied position, but aimed carefully away from her. “He’s my friend, Alfred. Please.”

She could see the hesitation in his eyes.

“Fine. Stay in here until I make sure it’s absolutely clear. If anything happens–” He proceeded to show her a hidden override panel that would enable security measures, turning the elevator into a panic room.

Her hands were shaking, but she ignored it. Maybe her forcing her way downstairs with Alfred was another thing in a long string of bad luck that would end with her actually dead this time. But she couldn’t wait upstairs, twiddling her thumbs, waiting to see if her friend was dead.

“Stand here,” Alfred said. He maneuvered her so she wouldn’t be seen when the doors opened. He took up position on the other side of the doors, both hands on his gun now.

The elevator jolted then stopped. Alfred met her eyes. She heard the unspoken order. Stay put.

When the doors slid open, Alfred burst into motion. She noted distantly that, despite his age and his limp, he was pretty spry.

It was silent outside the doors. No immediate shouting or gunfire, which had to be a good sign. Right?

It stretched on. Without any more buttons being pushed, the elevator doors closed again.

Y/n’s heart was about to fly out of her chest. Was Martinez dead? The anticipation and fear was going to kill her this time. It was so much worse when it was someone she cared about. Her own death looming over her head was bad, sure, but this…this was pure torture.

The doors opened again and she pressed herself tighter into her corner out of reflex.

“Come on out,” Alfred said. He had put his gun down, but not away.

“Martinez?” y/n immediately asked. But her answer was standing right before her, wringing his hat in his hands as he stared at the picture that now hung inside the elevator.

“Oh man,” Martinez groaned as his eyes flicked from Alfred, to her, to the picture, and back again. He gulped audibly. Next to him, Blake the security guard was white as a sheet. “Gordon’s gonna kill me.”

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kimberly-spirits13 · 1 year

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When Bruce Introduced You to the League

Batman x reader

No warnings

• You were a big part of his life for a long time

• When the Justice League was being built you weren’t going to immediately be part of the team

• You two decided that it would be best if there was an available hero internationally and one for Gotham

• You chose to stay back in Gotham when the Justice League needed something but you were involved in helping build the league equipment

• This included the computers, software, the orbiting justice league headquarters, and the other things used for the league

• You didn’t really start hanging out with the league until long after you had met everyone at one time

• They had asked Batman to get you to come to the tower since something had stopped working

• Bruce knew how to fix it but he wanted an excuse to bring you up there and everyone was eager to meet you

• Once he knew that they were worth trusting, he didn’t mind exaggerating one of the problems with the main computer

• You were suspect about it but agreed to come anyways

• Bruce had already left for an early morning meeting with the league and you’d be coming later

• You came in full gear, using the zeta tubes in the cave

• When you walked in you were greeted by one of the managers that maintained the tech

• “So what seems to be the issue?” You were given a tablet with the electronic schematics of the satellite base

• “There seems to just be a loose connection in the mainframe. Probably a coding error with the new update to the system that someone added.” They walked you towards the room where the rest of the league was waiting, “Not sure why someone here couldn’t handle it, but they wanted you to come check it out.”

• “I’m sure it’s nothing major, thank you.” You smiled and nodded at the manager who did the same and walked off to attend to other work

• You walked in the room and was greeted by Green Lantern and Flash bickering over a basketball game while Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and Martian Manhunter were working over some mythology connections that they had made

• Superman and Bruce were busy talking about missions when you caught Bruce’s eye

• Flash was first to greet you, asking to settle the dispute between he and Lantern

• Bruce’s glare in the cowl got him quite again

• “Everyone this is Y/H/N, I assume some of you have met them before.” Bruce introduced you walking over to where you were standing, leaving Flash to retreat

• They were quick to greet you while Lantern was quick to flirt with you

• “I’ve come here to fix a systems issue, not court you.” You started walking towards the computer and have Bruce a look

• “So it’s a basic computer issue. And you called me to fix it?” You raised a brow challengingly, he knew you had caught on to what he was playing

• “Well, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t something more serious.” He gave the batsmirk causing Flash to give him a suspicious look

• “Well I better make sure this thing isn’t about to drop out of the sky” You elbowed him kiddingly causing him to break a chuckle

• They all exchanged glances at each other before Lantern gave a huge sigh

• “Tell me you two aren’t dating?” He was exasperated

• You shrugged and started working on the code that was supposed to be fixed

• The rest of the team started doing their own thing again and Wonder Woman came to sit with you while you worked

• “I don’t suppose you’ve known Batman for a while?” She asked you, “It is none of by business but I am curious if you’re willing to answer.”

• “You’re fine. We’ve known each other since we were kids. Nothing much to it.” You were hunched over going over the treacherous line, “My only gripe against him is that he called me in to fix one line of code that I know for certain he could have done himself”

• This caused Diana to laugh, “I’m sure he was eager to introduce everyone formally.”

• “Apparently so”

• You two talked for the duration of your stay, which wasn’t meant to be long but you decided to stay longer to hang out

• Superman was there too talking and there to offer a coffee

• Despite his efforts, you could tell he was from Kansas based off of that little twang he had

• When it was time to leave, Bruce was there to see you out

• “I assume that the problem wasn’t hard to wrangle.” He said with a smirk in his voice

• “Oh it was terrible, I definitely see why you called me out.” He gave you a nudge

• “I’ll see you in an hour for the WE meeting.” He said

• You bid each other a goodbye

• Once you left he could hear the snickers of Flash and Lantern before Lantern started off, “BATSY HAS A GIRLFRIEND/ BOYFRIEND” “NEVER IN MY LIFE DID I EVER THIN-“

• And that’s when the usual brooding started again, scaring Lantern off for a bit

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This Dance pt. 2 | Joe Liebgott

Summary: Part two, in which everyone is fighting to hold back exactly what they want to say.

Word count: 3,857

Warnings: SMUT

There was a conversation that needed to happen that Joe Liebgott was not quite bring himself to start. As they stood in the crowded room, the roaring of the speakers around them felt overwhelming. After settling into the quietness of their lives’ new pace, watching the footage from the Pacific seemed a stark and unwelcomed contrast. Liebgott wondered if he would have felt this way if he had not spent the entire fight in Europe wondering what it would be like to start a life with Evelyn Mosey when this was all over. If there was one thought that got him through the blasts, the cold and wet, seemingly endless nights, it was her. And the idea that he would never be without her again.

He tried to steal subtle glances over to her as she watched the footage screen. Her jaw was set. Her full lips pressed into a firm line. Her dark eyes were focused intently, never once bothering to look over at him. He watched a wave of tension ripple in her neck. She tilted her head side to side, rolling her shoulders up to meet her ears. A simple gesture that would have gone unnoticed to anyone but him.

When they shuffled out, he made sure to keep sight of her. The masses that filed out trickled out taking different paths, he made a bee-line for her. Years spent in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to glance, to touch, to speak, he knew how to keep himself at a distance, while still in her warm orbit.

“I don’t want to talk about it now, Lieb,” she told him adamantly, looking down the hallway both ways to ensure that no one else was interested in their exchange.

“I know,” he rolled his eyes. Never had he been with a woman who was so consistently unfeeling when it did not benefit her. “Can I just--”

She watched someone walk past them, behind Liebgott. They exchanged a nod of recognition. Her face fell from its friendly openness to one of frustration when she met his gaze again.

“Just come in,” she opened the door wider and encouraged him to move quickly. “I don’t want to do this out here.”

Liebgott had seen her room since their time began at Zell Am See. The time he spent there was less than he would have liked. If he had imagined a true celebration of the victory in Europe, it would not have been so distant from her.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” She was firm in her words, but her hand was gentle as it touched the buttons on his shirt. He nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. He knew there weren’t going to be any words he could say to demand her to comply. He could not claim her strong will was his favorite thing about her and then admonish her for it when it did not benefit him. “Please?”

The way she looked up at him with those large doe eyes made him feel a warmth spread in his chest and abdomen. He touched her face gently and nodded, tracing her jawline with his thumb. He had spent half the fucking war holding back a proposal of marriage, children, a life together. He bit back vows of eternity and forever. He withheld the words “I love you.” Surely one more fucking day made no difference.

She smiled and took him by the hand, slowly backing him towards the bathroom.

There was an electric current that radiated through every vein in his body when she reached to turn the shower on. He was convinced there would never be a time where he was not breathless in anticipation to see her undress. He felt the twitch of need in his groin just thinking of the moment where he would watch the water touch her naked flesh. So when she started to work on the buttons of her shirt, he sat back on the corner of the clawfoot tub with a playful smirk.

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she watched him perch himself on the tub. If there was one thing she was going to miss about Joseph Liebgott, it was going to be his boyish charm. The way his eyes danced over her appraisingly caused her skin to catch light with blue flame, so hot it felt cool and caused her to erupt in goosebumps. She stepped out of her boots skillfully as she worked on the buttons of her shirt. When she pulled it over her shoulders and left it in a pile on the ground, she heard a small whistle from her observer.

Liebgott felt a pang in his stomach while he watched her start to work on her pants. Ignoring all thoughts and feelings (how did she do it?) about what was to come, he focused on the way her deft fingers worked on her buttons, letting them fall to her feet. Though he had ensured that every part of her had been explored by eager hands, lips, and tongue, it was taking everything in him not to get to his knees and help her escort those pants the rest of the way to her ankles.

She stepped out of the last of her clothes with a smile. He bit his lip as he glanced over her body. Evelyn had resigned herself that there would never be another man who made her so hungry to be stared at in this way again. His eyes carried just enough devotion to balance the intense desire that made her feel like the only woman on the planet. He once had told her he would watch her read the phone book just to stare at her lips.

Liebgott licked his lips softly, shifting to adjust the fullness in his pants. No coaxing, no teasing, simply the pure sight of her undressing herself, all for him, caused such a stir in him. It was exactly that gesture that Evelyn watched hungrily, her eyes darkening as she pinned her lower lip between her teeth. That was all the indication Joe needed to close the gap between them.

He braced the back of her head, her dark curls tangling perfectly around his large fingers when he pulled her close. He wanted to taste the spot of her mouth where she had bit down. A needy whimper betrayed Evelyn as it eased up from her throat. It was so very like Joe Liebgott to pull all kinds of unprompted sounds from her eager throat. The way his mouth moved with hers was a dance the two of them had skillfully mastered. Lieb couldn’t help but smirk as he thought about the other kinds of dances she had shared with other men. Nothing could compare to this. Ever.

His hands worked at the buttons of his own shirt. He made a quick and sloppy job of getting it off and tossing it to the floor, his undershirt quick behind it. There was a simple and intense maneuver Evelyn had mastered in getting his belt undone with nimble fingers. It always left him growling against her lips. He gripped her scantily clad behind and squeezed, pulling her hips into his with a force that caused them both to let out a groan.

“Joey,” she breathed, her lips swollen, his pridefully wearing the ghost of her red lipstick. He smirked, feeling himself twitch at the sound of her need. He busied himself with kissing her neck, his thumbs teasing the cups of her bra. She worked to unbutton his pants, chest heaving, eyes heavily lidded.

“Yeah?” He grinned against her skin. She moaned again, biting her swollen lower lip and shuddering as he kissed down over her sternum. “What is it?” he asked teasingly. “Tell me.” The demand was placed just before he nipped at the skin of her right breast. He tugged at his waistband and let his pants fall with a gasp.

“Take me,” she murmured, feeling his desperate length through his boxers with her hand.

“You know how this works, doll.” He smiled, making eye contact with her. He could taste her desperate shudders as he pressed their foreheads together. Their eyes were locked so intensely that she felt him twitch under her hand. “You don’t get any of me until I’ve had my fill of you first.”

She leaned up and kissed him with a groan, reaching around and taking it upon herself to get her bra off. Lieb took the hint and cast his boxers to the floor, slowly stroking himself as she watched her expose every inch of her perfect body to him. The strain his erection had felt boyish, desperate, and fucking incredible. Never in his life did he think he would find himself a puddle of need at the simple sight of a woman.

She knew it, of course. Evelyn teased him with a smirk as she kicked her underwear to the side with a delicate gesture, her toes pointed. She turned and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her delicate muscles of her back, the perfect curve of her hips, her ass, her strong thighs. He continued to touch himself, the way she always reminded him to, when he watched her turn on the water. He knew she longed to be needed in the way he needed her. Joe tried not to think about who would prove to her just how incredible she was when he was no longer around. Biting back every question that bubbled over in his throat, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

When his chest pressed against her back, Evelyn hummed contently. His length settled against the curve of her rear, his lips near her ear as he leaned down. She watched as his hand traced the length of her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps with the gentlest touch.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. He pressed his lips to her shoulder as he slowly moved his hand toward her exposed breasts. When his large hand fully enveloped her, she felt the gentle brush of his palm over her nipple that encouraged a moan. He chuckled in her ear as his other hand trailed the curve of her hip toward her desperate center. “Fuck,” he growled, feeling her wetness with the gentle touch of the pad of his finger. Gently pulling her hair up into his fist, he held it away from her neck as he planted hungry kisses on her skin. Sucking, scraping his teeth, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met while he drew slow circles around her most sensitive spot. Gasping, pressing back against him, melting into his ministrations, Evelyn felt like she was unable to promise her legs’ ability to hold her up much longer.

“Please, Joe,” she begged breathlessly. “Please.”

Joe chuckled from deep in his chest. She felt it rumble against her back. He took his hand away, missing the warmth of her on his fingers immediately. She turned to him, her eyes heavily lidded with lust, searching his desperately. He smiled at her, took the finger that had worked on her so deftly, and placed it to his lips, flicking his tongue over the pad, his eyes locked with hers.

“Mmm…” He groaned, stepping towards her, backing her into the shower. “God damn…” he growled, watching as her body was hit by the hot water.

Joe watched her, watching the beads of water create paths down over the curves of her body. With her taste on his desperate tongue, his eyes on her perfect body, his heart beating in his chest, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold out much longer. Whether it was the vulnerability of the space they occupied, the time left together that felt too short, or the intoxicating effect he had on him, he couldn’t distinguish. All he knew is that he had to have her.

There was a beat that passed between them where they were sizing each other up. Evelyn felt the desperation of the moment hit her with a depth she had not recognized. God, if he would just be a little less delicate and loving in those touches, she could excuse away the lump growing in her throat as she watched the way he looked at her. She had always been enough for him. He had always reminded her of that.

In a quick attempt to avoid him seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed him. The way their lips crashed into one another had an urgency he had not felt from her before. Her hunger was bone deep. He traced her jaw, tenderly caressing her neck, flicking her hair over her shoulder. His length stood at attention between them, gently nudging the flesh of her belly. He rocked forward to feel the friction as he ghosted a gentle trail down her arms to her warm, capable hands.

When he laced their fingers together, she felt him back her into the wall of the shower. The cool tile was an intense contrast to the warm water that hit her front. He laced their fingers together, pressing it gently against the wall beside her head, pinning it there. She watched a coy smirk cross his lips as he pulled away from her. She giggled, tracing the curve of his lower lip, cleaning up the lipstick he had stolen from her mouth. He leaned down and took that thumb between his teeth, flicked his thumb over the pad, and chuckled. She laughed, a playful swat at his cheek against his cheek, pulled her thumb back and replaced it with her lips.

Joe held her against the wall with the weight of his body. Slowly, he started to trail those kisses down over her body, his hand still tightly clasped in hers. He loved the feeling of her grip on his hand tightening as he placed kisses to the more intimate parts of her body. The spot between her breasts, her left nipple, just above her belly button (God, would he miss that fucking giggle), the curve of her hip, the top of her thigh. He directed her hand to the back of his head and left it there, needing both of his hands to tenderly separate her thighs, pulling one up over his shoulder as he got to his knees.

“Joe…” she breathlessly tangled her hands in his hair and gripped as he pressed his mouth to the place where she needed him most. There was a wave of gasps that followed that caused him to smirk against her, following the work of his tongue with the addition of a skilled finger.

Mindful of shared walls, used to keeping herself quiet by biting pillows and shoulders, Evelyn was left to trap the back of her hand in her teeth as he worked. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as she touched her, teased her, tongued her with the skill of a much more experienced man. But, she recognized, he was an experienced man. He was a man who knew her so fully that he was able to coax the most unladylike noises from her throat with ease. He knew her inside and out in every way possible. The intimate attention he paid to the details of her body felt like the worship of a deity; the way he enacted that devotion felt sinful.

Overwhelmed by every sensation between her legs, she found herself grasping at the back of his head and shoulders, her hips moving up to meet his attentive mouth and fingers. He moaned against her repeatedly, desperate to draw every curse she knew from her delicate mouth. Grinning with desire, with power, with pleasure, he worked attentively on her body, his only goal to push her to her limits. He stopped the hand that was working at his own length and snaked it up over her body, tracing her edges to take her heaving breast in his hands. They moaned in unison, his sending vibrations to the core of her being. In that moment, she came undone around his fingers, against his tongue, spilling out desperate whimpers and cries of his name. Joe could have spent an eternity in the sound of her sweet need.

Evelyn, on the other hand, was unable to let too long pass without any part of him inside of her. His vacancy was felt immediately when she pulled him to his feet, gently guided by the fistful of his dark hair. She kissed him as if it would be their last, unsure if it would be, and teased a hand over his eager length, guiding him towards her.

Joe, pleased to know she was as needy as he felt, pulled away from her lips and tongue. He gripped her hips and turned her away from him, her ass pulled against his hard length in the most satisfying way. She moaned at the contact, he held his own back. He tucked her hair behind her ear as to not obscure her vision as she turned to look over her shoulder at him. He kissed her temple, her ear, her jaw, neck, and shoulder. His hand encouraged her thighs apart, lifting a leg to the edge of the tub where her foot found purchase.

Swiftly, skillfully, and perfectly, he entered her, pulling a satisfied, guttural moan from deep within them both.

“Fuck,” he gasped against her neck. The way he gripped her hips was bruising as they both accommodate his eager entrance. He felt her skin erupt in goosebumps against his chest. He pressed forward, making sure he reached her depths with all he had. She reached back, stiffening against him, her fingers lacing with his against her hip.

Slowly, consistently, deeply, he started a pace with his hips. The water that fell between them from above made their skin glisten and it pooled where their bodies met. The gentle slap of their skin meeting with gentle force made her giggle. He kissed her cheek, unable to hold back the groans of pleasure that spilled from his lips. She gasped, pushing back against him as she angled herself to take him deeper.

That was all Joe needed to encourage him to pick up his pace. The swiftness in which their bodies collided called new noises from her mouth. He kissed her upper back and shoulders while he steadied himself, pulling her back onto him.

“Oh, god…” she reached toward the wall to find something to grip. The slick tiles gave her no purchase. That was when she reached behind her, wrapping a hand around his neck, gripping the hairs at the base of his scalp. Liebgott groaned loudly, gripping her hips tighter. His other hand trailed up toward her breast, gripping it gently in his hands, memorizing its shape, weight, the hardness of her nipple against his palm.

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” He grunted into her ear, only further pulling strings of incoherence from her mouth. She bit her lip hard, feeling an overwhelm of emotion take over her body like a wave. The lump grew double in size in her throat as she met his every thrust, stars behind her eyes. Unable to respond, he continued. “You’re so perfect. Fuck, Evie.” Her name felt like chocolate on his lips. She turned over her shoulder to taste it on them. Her eyes screwed shut as the tears burned behind them, he continued to bring her body to new heights. When he reached down between her legs, she became overwhelmed. The threat of tears was hard to fight off.

“Joe--” she breathed, the sound of his name clipped by the failure to stop a sob from leaving her lips. The phrase he pulled from her next caused her to bite her tongue between her teeth.

“I--” Joe started. She heard the start of her own words start to come from his mouth. The feeling, the desperation of her overwhelming emotions was contagious. He couldn’t tell where his heartbreak, his pleasure, his love, began and where hers ended. The only way to stop himself from telling her just how he felt about her was to sink his teeth in her shoulder, as she had done to him so many times. Familiar with the sensation, Evelyn felt the pressure, the sting, and every unsaid word behind the contact on her shoulder. She turned away, fearful he would stop if he saw the tears cascading down her cheeks, he would stop. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt a heat building inside of her.

Desperate to feel her come undone around him, under him, with him, he teased her more intentionally with his fingers, his hips working in time with his skillful touch. If he couldn’t tell her, he could show her.

“Please,” she begged. He had come to know it as the last phrase, the last push, before he was gifted with her orgasm. “Joe--”

As he felt her start to push back against him, taking every inch of him, all of him, so intentionally. The feel of her as she let go, her body working desperately to pull him over the edge with her, he followed. The two of them tumbled over together, a tangled mess of limbs, pants, sobs, and everything they swore they’d never fucking say.

#band of brothers #hbo war #bob #fan fiction #fanfic #ao3 #joe liebgott #lieb #liebgott #joe liebgott smut #joseph liebgott #joseph liebgott smut #smut fic #fan fic update #joe liebgott x reader #joe liebgott x oc

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troublejournal · 7 months

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my fav anidala fanfiction - a list

well, my friend Alyss @aloveacrossthestars asked in my previous reblog about recs - here we go :)

disclaimer: 1) this is a forever-in-progress list since I'm always reading new stories; 2) feel free to share your recs as well - i'll be very grateful!

Suppression by LadyR_A_P @rose-arwen-padme (AO3) - Well, this is the Anidala Holy Bible. Suppression is the only canon-safe fanfiction in this list (yeah, a girl is delusional)

Across the Stars Series by Lady_Alyss (AO3) - everyone here is safe and sound and IT IS SO SWEET!

Last Hope by TheWasp1995 (AO3) - time travel fix-it!! Lots of interactions between Luke and the gang (Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan and Padmé). Is still on progress.

First time/Last time by brightestorangedawn (AO3) - Smut and probably will make you cry. Oneshot.

New Titles for Commander Tano and General Kenobi by haiam (AO3) - Skywalker family fluffy!

and we orbit these pretty moments like planets in the dark by mballyntyne (AO3) - Padmé meets Ahsoka for the first time (and Anidala being cute and not - at all - subtle)

Nobody needs to know by elizaham8957 (AO3) - They're the least subtle couple ever!

the bantha in the room by whitesunlars (AO3) - Anakin being a dad. Thats all.

Our Sky Full of Stars by eternal_optimist (AO3) - Skywalker family fluffy.

there but for the grace of god by wanderlove (AO3) - baby Luke saves the galaxy from fascism; multiverse fix-it.

The Echoes of Battlecries and War Songs by no_loose_wire_jokes (AO3) - Count Dooku is the #1 Anidala stan; fix-it, fluffy and kind of smut

now i want my letters white again by ozvezdja (AO3) - Anakin and Padmé have their marriage made public, they both lose their jobs and need to start over in Naboo; lots of angst but also some comfort; (there are some trigger warnings you should check before reading)

Afterglow by sinking815 (AO3) - wedding night; fluffy and smut

please, let’s exchange recommendations! <3

#anakin and padme #anidala fanfiction #anakin x padme #star wars fan fiction #fanfiction #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #star wars prequels

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miezermiezmiez · 5 months

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Sherlock Christmas Card Exchange - 2023 Edition

Dear all,

as usual the best time of the year is just around the corner. Hectic, stressfull and tiring. ;) To brighten up our everyday lives it's time for the annual christmas card exchange and I hope a lot of you will participate again this year. Thank you for the past three years! <3

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This is the “official” copy-cat post of this year’s exchange. It’s heavily inspired by the original blog and doesn’t intend to take over or imitate it in any disrespectful way. Rather, it’s a homage to the wonderful exchanges of the past years.

WHAT

Originally it started as a Christmas card exchange in the Sherlock fandom some years ago. Lovely people sent seasonal greetings to other lovely people all over the world cheering up their often stressful and exhausting pre-Christmas period. As time has gone by, I know the Sherlock fandom has been put into a sort of coma and people found other fandoms. That’s why this isn’t an exclusive Sherlock event, but an overall-lovely-people-providing-Christmas-spirit-and-we’re-just-keeping-the-name-for-tradtional-reasons-exchange. You want to send and receive Christmas post? You’re in!

WHEN

Exchange begins at Wednesday, 6th December 2023.

HOW

Send me your name, postal address and any internet handle you want to add (tumblr, twitter, Instagram, etc.) to sherlock-xmas-exchange at outlook.com.

After I’ve received all your information I’ll create a PDF file and send it to all participants. Then you can immediately start writing, producing, creating Christmas mail to your heart’s content.

RULES

1. All information on the list you’ll receive is confidential and not to be sent or shown to anyone else.

2. Send at least one card to the person below you on the list.

3. Be friendly, cheery and nice to each other. :)

Disclaimer: If you register, you agree to be willing to share some of your personal data (name, address, email and/or social media handles) with other people taking part in this Christmas cards exchange. All data will be treated confidential by me and not be made public. I am, however, not responsible, nor am I capable of checking what any third parties (other participants) do with the data.

I’m tagging everyone who was interested and/or has participated in last year’s exchange. If you want to be removed just drop me a line.

@astraldepths @chloe-in-orbit @elimaryholmes @foolforlesserthings @grietahatkeinnetz @helloliriels @itsasta @loki-lock @maiaemerald @missdeliadili @morganeuk @myadventureswithsherlock @tapismyforte @taters169 @tragedygirl @shadowtiel @wambold @xmas-at-bakerstreet

#sherlock #bbc sherlock #christmas #sherlock christmas card exchange #postcards #postcard exchange #christmas cards #sherlock christmas #benedict cumberbatch #martin freeman #again mostly copy and paste #but I'm a tad earlier this year!#maybe we'll reach some more fans this way :)#this has become mostly a christmas blog oh dear

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lale-txt · 2 years

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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: dancing together for the first time w/ Mihawk & gn!reader

a/n: requested by @sugxrslushy, thank you so much, maxx ♡ it's a shame how little i've written for Mihawk so far and i'm about to change that with this event ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ he is so fine. i want to live my cottagecore dreams with him once he's able to retire and live his farmer live in peace.

word count: 711

“Daydreaming a little?”

You don’t even notice how Mihawk steps behind you, his face close to yours as he peeks over your shoulder. His big hand wraps around yours holding the wooden spoon, gently helping you to stir the boiling pot of raspberry jam that almost burned because you got lost in your own thoughts for a minute, smiling to yourself like a fool in love. Feeling him this close made your heart bubble up with joy, even warmer than the sticky sweetness on the stove top in front of you.

In theory, there was no need for you to daydream because you were already living everything that you’ve ever wished for: A life in utter solitude with your handsome future goth husband, a huge and rich garden for cute berry picking dates and being kissed at any given time and place – whether it was in the morning when you traced the sharp lines of Mihawk’s face with your fingertips or at night, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, brushing your teeth together like an old couple who knows that love is stored in soft domestic gestures.

Even so, you can’t help but hold still for a moment and take a deep breath with a smile curling up on your lips, being nothing but grateful for the life you get to experience, enjoying mundane things like cooking jam together on a sunny afternoon in a castle of your own. There is no dream sweeter than this reality and when Mihawk calls out your name you learn once again what love sounds like, rolling over his lips with a softness reserved for you only.

Soon the empty jars are filled with the canned taste of late summer, a flavor reminding you of warm nights under the stars and a love carried by fireflies. While Mihawk screws the lids on, you flip over the vinyl and start humming once the needle hits it, filling the kitchen with soft tunes and melodies. Big bowls of freshly picked berries are still on the kitchen counter, waiting to be cooked, but first…

“May I have this dance?”

Mihawk gives you a rare smile and the sound of his voice alone is enough to send warm shivers down your spine. Both of you don’t bother getting rid of your matching aprons first, just you reaching for his outstretched hand, him pulling you close by your hips, hungry mouths seeking each other as you sway through the kitchen, feeling weightless.

Kissing him makes you melt like the very first time, back then when your lips crashed on each other after tiptoeing around in orbits, taking both your breath and your heart away in exchange for his endless devotion. Mihawk made sure you never had to wonder about his feelings. He was outspoken and honest and when he gazes at you, it’s like he sees right through you, deciphering all your secrets and reading you in a language only you two know.

His love was golden.

“We’ve never danced before…”, you mumble against his skin, enjoying the feeling of his hand on the small of your back while yours rested against his bare chest, fingertips brushing the dark hair peeking out of his open shirt.

“Our hearts did...”

You look up to Mihawk, making a face at the cheesy line but also smile so widely, unable to resist his charm and how he can just say things like that and leave no room for doubt that he really meant them. Just like that you continue your dance, spinning around in endless circles, him leading you gently as if the messy kitchen was an opulent ballroom that belonged to the two of you only.

So you dance and sway until the vinyl stops, and even after that Mihawk holds you tight in his arms, as if he has no intentions of ever letting you go again. He places a kiss on your forehead, then tilts your head up by your chin, making you look him straight in the eyes, before he kisses your lips again and you sigh dreamily, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him pick you up with ease, carrying on with your little kitchen dance to the sound of your hearts beating in unison.

#dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #one piece fluff #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #2K3D event

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honeyypotato · 1 year

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Restart

A Reiner Braun x gender neutral reader fic

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“This chat is twenty years overdue,

Let’s have a seat and tell me your news.

Something about you is different,

I feel at ease when you talk.

Each painful knot is untwisted,

You’ve matured more than I thought.

My destiny is knocking,

This is what I’ve been wanting.

When did our eyes get soft?

I wanna be here, wanna be yours so hard.”

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Four years ago, before his betrayal, you’d been Reiner’s love. But now, after you both survived the rumbling, could you go back to how things were?

[Lyrics and title from the song “Restart” by Veela and Mod3no]

No warnings! Go crazy! Read to ur heart’s content friends!

Tags: lots of fluff, Reiner is soft, kinda spoilers if ur new to the show, post-canon AoT things, awkward ex-couple moments, happy ending

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WC: 3210

AN:

I mean…I would take this man back in a heartbeat. He could step on me and I’D be the one to apologize…you get it.

I took a break from writing my usual super-long fics to bring you this one! I came across the song this is based off of the other day and…my adhd is eating it up, so I have been listening to it on repeat.

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Once more, your gaze locked with golden eyes as you sat in the library. It was a lazy spring afternoon, one which you should’ve been enjoying. Instead, you were hiding indoors, attempting to distract yourself from your emotions once again. That is, until Reiner had walked in on the opposite side of the room.

You watched from over the top of your book as he exchanged a few words with Mikasa and Armin, who were doing some research that you didn’t have the heart to join in on. Then he turned around, and his eyes found you again, and for a moment you thought you could see him consider walking over. But after a heartbeat, he leaves you alone once more.

“You two can’t keep just staring at each other from across every room like this.”

You were shaken from your thoughts by a voice. It had been three months since you’d all returned from fighting Eren, and your relationship with Reiner was…a stalemate. Four years ago, before he’d left, you’d been his. From the moment you’d walked onto the training field as a cadet, he’d practically attached himself to you at the hip. You had never been sure of what the blond saw in you, but whatever it was caused his eyes to glow a little whenever he looked at you. Soon enough, that warmth had grown into full-blown love; your hands intertwining before missions, curling up a little too close when it was cold, sneaking kisses underneath the stars.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces when he left, but it was more because he was leaving you, not because he had revealed himself as your enemy at the time. You couldn’t care less if he was a titan shifter, or if he’d been keeping the entire rest of the world a secret. Each morning that you were forced to wake up alone took a little piece of your soul away from you. You were long past convincing yourself it would get better with time; you’d accepted you would feel like this forever.

You looked at the source of the voice, tearing your eyes away from the empty spot where Reiner had been standing.

“I don’t even know what I’d say to him, Jean,” you murmured as your friend sat down next to you.

“The way you look at each other says you both have a million things you want to say.”

“I wouldn’t know where to start. Besides, he’s better off not having me in his life to hold him back.”

“Now that’s just ridiculous,” Jean scoffed. “Neither of your lives are going anywhere as long as you keep up this weird…orbiting dance you’re doing.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Orbiting dance?”

“Yeah, you’re both too afraid to get too close to the other, even though that’s exactly what you want. So you both just keep your distance, circling around each other, hoping something will knock one of you off your path and into the other’s so you don’t have to do it yourself.”

“You learn that in therapy, or something?” You sighed, and replaced your bookmark back into the page. You wouldn’t get any more reading done.

Your remark earned a chuckle from Jean. “No, I learned it watching two people not bothering to hide their emotions at all.”

Dropping your head in mild embarrassment, you knew you’d never been good at keeping your emotions under wraps when it came to Reiner.

“Talk to him. Please,” Jean moves to stand up from his post beside you. “You’ll both feel better when you do.”

“I’ll try, Jean. But I can’t promise anything.”

Reiner knew you’d been spending your afternoons in the library, but as much as he was trying to give you all the space you needed, Historia had asked him to relay information to Mikasa and Armin. Of course they were doing their research in the library, and of course he couldn’t keep his eyes off you for two seconds when you were in the same room. It was obvious that you’d both changed; he could tell from the small conversations you’d had during the Rumbling. But hell, did he know that he still loved you. You’d grown from that rambunctious, sweet, and slightly awkward cadet into a true soldier and adult. You were level-headed and mature, a deep thinker, kind and gentle…He could tell you’d retained some of your youth, too, from the way you and Conny threw jokes at each other during meals.

But what did you think of him? He was the one who’d torn you to bits, left you alone on the island while he returned to the safety of his country. When he wasn’t with you as a Scout, he’d spent his time figuring out ways to break the news about himself to you gently, and ways that you’d be able to stay together while he completed his mission. It had all happened so fast, though, and by the time he had Eren in the palm of his hand it was too late to explain anything. Through the titan’s eyes, and through yours, he had seen the shattered pieces of your heart. That memory had resurfaced a hundred too many times while he was back in Marley, the way you’d looked at him. As badly as he wanted to pull you close now, to try and fix everything he did and put all the pieces of your heart back together, he continually convinced himself he’d just break your heart all over again. So, he kept his distance. But when the two of you were in the same room, you were so beautiful, so perfect to him, he was pulled toward you like a magnet.

You tried to talk to him, you really did. But you’d gotten one good look at Reiner after dinner and had turned on your heel, marching straight back to the solitude of your room. Now, you laid face down on your bed at three in the morning, cursing yourself for being cowardly yet again. This wouldn’t even be the first time you’d talked to him since he left, you’d exchanged words with him throughout the Rumbling. Hell, you fought side-by-side. But now that the fighting was over, everything was…different, and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak with him. There was just too much between the two of you.

Knowing it was going to be yet another sleepless night, you dragged yourself out of bed. Throwing on a pair of old sweatpants, it was time for yet another nighttime stroll around the building.

Despite the fact that you were exhausted, your–what had become nightly–walks were rather peaceful. The entire city was almost silent, and you could exist in your own mind and world for a bit. Pacing through the halls, you found yourself wishing for what you always did; that he was close.

Passing the library, you had the fleeting idea that you’d read a little more of your book, so you tugged the heavy door open. But when you settled down on one of the plush couches, book in hand, you couldn’t bring yourself to read a single word. Sitting in the silence, you stared out the window into the night sky, lost in thought.

A shifting of the couch seat next to you brings you back to the present. You had been so deep in thought you hadn’t heard the door open, but before you could conjure up a reason why you were sitting in the dark library at three in the morning, you saw a pair of eyes you hadn’t dared to be so close to in a long time.

Reiner watches fear dart behind your eyes, immediately regretting his decision to sit next to you. He hadn’t been able to sleep, as usual, so he decided maybe some fresh air would help. But when he saw you, he became so lost in the pain of the fact that you were probably doing the same as him, walking around to try and get through another sleepless night, that he forgot to glue his feet to their spot. Before he knew it he had planted himself firmly in the seat next to you, studying every inch of your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and after a heartbeat your eyes snap back to where your hands had curled tight around the book in your lap.

His face softens. “Hey.”

Your mind swirls in a panic, trying to find something–anything–to say.

“Um…What are you reading?” He asks, causing small cracks to appear in the ice that had formed between you. His voice is deep, warm, and familiar, and you feel at ease when he speaks.

“A fantasy novel.” Daring to meet his eyes once more, your heart beats picks up when you see the warm, almost smiling expression he wears.

“Didn’t know you were into those.”

“It’s a habit I picked up. From Sasha.”

“Ah.”

You went back to cursing yourself for making it awkward.

But now Reiner is fully smiling, gently, as he gazes out the window into the starry sky. “Remember when she used to tell those stories, during missions?”

“The ones where all the characters were named after different foods?”

“Heh. Yeah, those were something else.”

“She knew how to make long horseback rides a little shorter, didn’t she?” You chuckle as that odd mix of happiness and sadness washes through you once more. Silence washes over the library again.

“I’m sorry. For everything–”

“Reiner. Don’t.” Feeling your throat tighten, you look up at him, closing the book on your lap and placing it aside.

“I–”

For the first time in years, you hold his gaze. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I hurt you.” You can hear the pain in his voice. There are tears in his eyes, glistening in the moonlight.

“You were doing what you believed was right. You always have. I would have done the same.”

“What we believe is the right thing isn’t always the right thing.”

“You did what you could, with the information you were given. We all did. I could never hate you for what you did.”

“Then what do you hate me for?”

Your face twists slightly, shocked, and this time you’re the one with tears in your eyes.

“I-I mean, you have to hate me for something.” Reiner watches your expression.

But your face changes, and a soft smile takes over your lips as you gaze up at him. “Wouldn’t that be childish of me?”

At your smile, he relaxes into the couch slightly, leaning a little closer to you. “You’re allowed to hate people as an adult, silly.”

“Hate is born from not understanding. I understand why you chose to do what you did, so how could I possibly hate you?”

“I hate myself…for what I did.”

“The choices you were forced to make weren’t easy, Reiner.”

“They should’ve been.”

He pauses for a moment.

“How could I leave the person I love more than anything else in this world?”

You blink in surprise. Then, warmth floods through your veins. You lean into him, pressing against his arm and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Even if I had known what you were going through, I still would have let you go. It was life or death for you,” you murmur.

“I should have found a way to live. I would have. Shit, I’ve been stabbed and shot and bombed more times than I can count.”

“You fought in a war, Rei. It must’ve been awful.”

His hand slides into yours. “It was. But I’d fight a million more just to see you for one more day.”

“You don’t have to. And if you did, I’d be right there at your side.”

You feel him sigh, leaning his head against yours and pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Reiner…” That familiar warmth blooms in your chest, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers. “I wished you were there with me every day…but also I was glad you were somewhere safer.”

He missed you…You shift in your spot to look up at him, pressing a hand to his cheek. You’re no longer so afraid to look him in the eyes. “I missed you too. But I’m here with you now.”

“You are. And I’m here with you,” he echoes, as if he’s afraid it’s all a dream, and speaking it aloud would cement the two of you in reality.

And then he shifts, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap, pressing his forehead against yours as your arms loop around his shoulders, tangling in the hair at the back of his head. His hands grip tightly at your waist before sliding around you completely, pulling you as close as humanly possible as your noses brush. For a heartbeat, you linger against each other, letting it settle into your minds that the other was here, until neither of you can hold yourselves back any longer, and you collapse into each other.

The familiarity of his lips against yours overwhelms you, memories of the night he first kissed you surfacing in your mind. You were both sitting on patrol, joking about something stupid, and he suddenly pulled you close. In this moment, time seems to loop back on itself, the two of you kissing in the same way you had all those years ago. Even though you’d both grown as people, he still felt the same…because the love you had for each other had never changed.

The kiss breaks when Reiner tries to somehow get you even closer, and you giggle at his effort before sliding off his lap and pulling him with you to lay down sideways on the couch. He’s nearly surrounding you completely as he lays half on top of you, crushing you slightly but you couldn’t care less. He peppers kisses across your nose and cheeks and down your neck, lingering a little longer on each one and relishing the way you laugh when the stubble on his chin tickles you.

The warmth of the moment overwhelms you, turning your laughter into soft sobs as you pull him close, burying your face in his chest.

“I love you, Reiner. It’s good to have you back.”

“Oh, baby. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” he whispers against your skin. But you can feel the tears running down his cheeks too.

There’s a few moments of comfortable silence between you two, that couldn’t be more unlike the awkwardness of the past few months. Your fingertips trace over the contours of his face, occasionally wiping fallen tears off his cheeks, simply enjoying being so close. He tightens his arms around you, a rare soft smile appearing across his lips.

“You know, I got so scared when I saw you during Eren’s invasion, in Liberio,” he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. “That place wasn’t safe for you at the time.”

“I wasn’t afraid for me. But when I saw the titans fighting, I was a little scared that you’d get hurt…” you trail off, getting lost in the way the moonlight reflected in his eyes. “What was life like, in Marley?”

He chuckles at your question, sinking into the couch next to you. “It had its moments…but overall, not great. I guess things like cars, photographs, and electricity were normal for me though. I probably grew up in a nicer environment than most people here.”

“Your mother did her best for you, I’m sure of it.”

“Heh, she definitely did something. I guess I get it from her.”

“What?”

“The drive to do absolutely anything for the people I love.”

“That’s one of my favorite things about you, actually.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Really? That’s what you like about me?” He was confused; that trait had caused the deaths of so many people. He’d always preferred not to think about it at all. But it was obvious that you didn’t see it in that way.

“Yeah, I think it’s sweet. It’s what’s kept you alive for so long.”

“No, that’s not it,” he sighs, “What kept me alive was you.”

“I wanted to live…so I could see you again too. I wanted it all to be over so we could be here, like this.”

The emotion behind his eyes is a mix of melancholy and nostalgia as he gazes at you. “How were things, after I…left?”

“Rough, at first. But eventually, we got rid of the rest of the titans, and took over the port. We met Yelena and her crew, and they brought us up to speed.”

“How nice of her,” he muses, causing you to snort out a laugh.

“I think we’re just about on par with Marley now, in terms of development.”

“Eh, it’s way nicer here. Besides, here is where you are.”

“Aw, I kinda wanted to live in Liberio for a bit…” you trail off, giving him a dramatic look that turns to laughter at his expression. “I’m kidding!”

“Heh, you better be,” he laughs, pulling you close once again.

You move your hand to rest it against his chest as his nose slides against yours, lips fitting together like you were made for each other. His tongue presses against yours slowly, drinking in every breath, every heartbeat…every shred of evidence that you were alive and okay and in his arms. This was everything both of you had wanted since you returned from fighting. Tilting your head, you try to get closer to him, wrapping a leg around his waist as his hands slide under your shirt and up your back. But after an especially deep kiss, he pulls away slightly, his lips ghosting over yours.

“You know, we should probably head to bed before someone wakes up early and finds us making out on the library couch.”

“Aww.” You sink into the couch a little more in protest.

He sits up halfway, still leaning over you. “I promise, my bed is comfier.”

Blushing at his words, you’re thankful it’s still dark in the library. You’d half expected him to send you back to bed in your respective rooms. Who were you kidding, though? This was the man who climbed through your window as a Scout so you could sleep in each others' arms. Hell, he’d seen you naked more times than you could count. But that was so long ago, everything felt new again.

Reiner leads you back to his room, your hand in his, and you can’t hide the smile growing on your face. Not an hour ago this was something you’d only wished would happen; but now your wish had come true. When he pulls you into his room, finally into privacy, you lose track of how many kisses he plants across your skin. And as you settle into his arms under the blankets, sleep washes over you faster than it had in years.

You wake up with your head resting against his chest, one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other around your waist, and only one thought in your mind: you were glad you talked to him.

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chirp-a-chirp · 2 months

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Ikemen Vampire: Revolve

Isaac Newton • Isaac x MC (Mitsuki) • Tags: Fluff; wearing significant other’s clothes; teaching; star gazing • Word Count: ~1850 • Triggers: None • Rating: PG (one tiny PG-13 scene for our beloved wolf in sheep’s clothing) • Brief appearances by Napoleon and Arthur

Description: A meaningful exchange of gifts for Isaac and his love. For @fang-and-feather in the My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange (thanks again @ikemenlibrary for hosting 🥰)! Quotes from Isaac’s route are in bold text.

Fluff Rating: *Carefully measures a teaspoon of sugar, promptly discards it and dumps entire bowl of sugar into mouth

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Revolve: To move in a circular or curving orbit around a central point.

Alternate description: To think about or center on with singular focus.

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The children were more rambunctious than usual this week. Several small hands clung to Isaac’s clothes as he knelt, drawing in the dirt. A stick made circular paths around a yellow ball with colored marbles in each dirt trail—a crude but effective solar system appearing before everyone’s eyes. A nagging feeling at the back of Isaac’s head told him the lesson should have been over long ago, but he was too engrossed to truly notice.

Isaac’s hands moved dramatically as he launched into the lecture, calculations running in his head. “And so you see, the Earth ROTATES on its axis but REVOLVES around the sun—“

“What’s THAT?” A blonde boy poked at Isaac’s neck, gesturing at two redden marks dotting his skin.

Isaac hastily fixed his shirt collar, a fierce blush creeping past his ears. His mind instantly recalled the evening with Mitsuki that caused those marks, and the soft sweet voice that accompanied it. His hand gravitated towards his pants pocket at the thought of Mitsuki, and the gift he planned to give her nestled within it. He wasn’t sure how to properly express what he felt for her—it was too encompassing, too vast to be explained with words. But the gift was a start.

The blonde boy continued to poke Isaac’s neck, pulling him from his musings. “I-it’s a rash William!” Isaac prayed the fib would deter the boy’s probing.

“There’s a mark on the other side of his neck too!” William’s younger brother pulled back Isaac’s collar, revealing a third blossoming mark. “Is it contagious?”

“No! Could you politely NOT do that?” Isaac adjusted his tie and shirt so all of his neck was covered. He pressed his hand to his temple and gestured to the yellow ball, desperate to get back to the lecture. “The sun here is—“

“I hope Miss Mitsuki doesn’t catch that rash.” A doe-eyed girl stared at Issac. “Professor, will Miss Mitsuki be alright?”

“I hope so Nicole,” another girl chirped. “Professor Isaac’s life revolves around her.”

“That’s not the revolving we’re talking about here!” Nicole tittered.

“Napoleon!” Isaac’s blush reached peak intensity. Instinctively, he curled into a ball while crouching over his feet. His eyes lowered to the ground that he wished would open up and swallow him whole. Not that he was embarrassed about his relationship with Mitsuki. On the contrary, what Isaac had with her was everything he’d wanted but thought was out of reach—warmth, acceptance, understanding. He just wished particular aspects of that warmth weren’t so noticeable to others.

“Sometimes you have to fight your own battles.” Napoleon lowered his wooden sword, signaling to his students that the lesson was temporarily suspended. He walked over to Isaac and ruffled his hair. “However, I see the enemy has you greatly outnumbered.”

Isaac groaned as the children laughed. He unfurled his body and was about to resume his lecture until he looked at his watch and jumped up. “It’s way past time. I have to go!” Isaac made his excuses and left quickly, promising to pick up the lesson next week.

As Isaac trotted away, William sought Napoleon. “Did we do a good job?”

“You did wonderfully, mon petit soldat!” Napoleon beamed at William and the other children. “You all did. Professor Isaac doesn’t suspect a thing. You kept him here an extra 30 minutes. That should give Mitsuki enough time.”

“Is Professor Isaac ok?” Nicole worried her lip. “His neck looked awfully—“

“Mitsuki will take care of him.” The corner of Napoleon’s mouth quirked. “Rest assured.”

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Isaac raced back to the Mansion. As he made his way past the front door and towards his room, he thanked his lucky stars he encountered no one to bother him.

“Newt old boy!”

Never mind. Arthur strolled by Isaac, his tongue wagging. Arthur’s eyes trained on Isaac’s furtive movements—Isaac didn’t bother to hide his desire to leave as he continued walking.

“You’re not the only one who’s eager! I just passed by your room. Our Mitsuki awaits with anticipation.”

“Not OUR. That’s enough from you.” Irritated, Isaac brushed past Arthur.

“Yes, yes, you should make haste. She’s quite in a precarious position. All for your sake, old chap.” Arthur’s eyes sparkled.

There were endless possibilities to what Arthur could mean. Isaac tugged a lock of hair and moved faster, not bothering to reply back.

“Oh, you’ll appreciate it Newt.” Arthur’s chuckled quietly as he watched Isaac hurry down the hall.

When Isaac finally made his way to his room, the first thing he noticed was the partially open door. He opened it fully before closing it quietly behind him. What he saw next made his mouth drop in complete surprise.

In the center of the room was Mitsuki, standing on an A-frame ladder. Her eyes concentrated intently as she took a paint brush and pressed the brush’s tip repeatedly on the ceiling. Though she clearly dipped the brush in a nearby paint-can, no visible paint appeared on the ceiling.

She wore one of Isaac’s old shirts he thought he’d thrown out—a sort of makeshift paint smock. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and the top two buttons were undone, unveiling a trail of love marks from her neck towards her chest. The shirttails barely covered her hips and upper thighs.

“There! It’s finished!” Mitsuki clapped her hands in satisfaction. Her joy was so apparent that it made Isaac want to bask in it for as long as possible. Mitsuki began to make her way down the ladder when she suddenly slipped.

“Waaaaah!”

Mitsuki closed her eyes and braced for impact. Instead, she found herself in the arms of her very anxious lover. Isaac stumbled awkwardly and tumbled with her on the bed. The ladder and paint-can somehow remained upright.

“What in God’s name were you doing?!” Isaac’s voice was breathless as his hands roamed Mitsuki’s body, checking for injuries. Both laid on the bed on their sides in a heap of tangled limbs. Arthur’s previous comments echoed in his brain. “And wearing JUST this with the door open!”

“I was finishing your gift.” Mitsuki pouted, mildly embarrassed. “The door was PARTIALLY open due to paint fumes. I only needed 5 minutes more to surprise you completely.”

“I’m ALREADY surprised! Why must you always risk yourself?” Having found no obvious injuries, Isaac pulled Mitsuki towards him, huffing against her shoulder.

“I always seem to worry you.” Mitsuki carded her fingers through his hair to soothe his nerves. “It’s not my intent, I promise.”

Isaac pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming up and down her body. “Why are you wearing this?” There were plenty of paint smocks available that Vincent could have easily provided.

“It’s yours.” Mitsuki looked at Isaac with heat. “I wanted to feel you. It even smells of spring and black tea like you do.” Mitsuki curled a finger under the collar of the shirt Isaac wore and loosened his tie. With a smile, Mitsuki added. “Although, I much prefer you in the flesh.”

Isaac’s heart leapt at her words. “You, you really are so—“ The remainder of his words were forgotten as her lips pressed against his, a rush of warmth and pleasure flooding them both. Isaac’s mouth quickly poured everything into these kisses, open and eager. Mitsuki’s moans electrified him, her mewls driving him to seek more. He groaned against her lips as she hooked his hip with one of her legs to pull him closer. Mitsuki’s hand began to traverse down his chest towards the waistband of his pants when she noticed a bulge…not where she expected it.

“Isaac?” Mitsuki gasped in surprise—both at Isaac’s fingers as they crept up her thighs and at her discovery. “Is there something in your pocket?”

Pink dusted Isaac’s cheeks. A muffled groan left his lips at Mitsuki’s knowing chuckle. He lifted her wandering hand and laughed softly.

“If you want to be reminded of me, perhaps you should wear this instead.” Fishing inside his pocket, Isaac placed a watch on Mitsuki’s left wrist.

The watch’s band was leather, a dark brown reminding Mitsuki of the bark of cherry blossom trees. The clock face was pure white, with a series of three raised white dots in the middle that looked similar to the buttons of Mitsuki’s everyday blouse. The hour and minute hands were the same tint as Isaac’s eyes. Isaac nuzzled his cheek against her palm before kissing it gently.

“You are the first Mitsuki—first I’ve ever laughed with, first I’ve felt at peace with, first I’ve felt possessive of. My life revolves around you. I cannot imagine a life without your presence. So please—share what time you have with me.”

Mitsuki interlaced her fingers with his, kissing each in turn. “I told you once before and I’ll say it again. My time? You can have all of it.”

Isaac buried his face in the crook of her neck, overwhelmed by her response. A shuttering sigh escaped his lips as he left a trail of kisses across her neck and shoulders.

“Wait, wait! Before we continue, let me show you my gift. Keep lying down, but look at the ceiling.” Mitsuki got up from the bed; Isaac reached out towards her, missing her touch. “Don’t worry, I’m staying in this room. Just…please close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”

Isaac complied, quietly baffled but very curious. He heard window curtains moving and lights being adjusted. The bed sheets crumpled around him as he felt Mitsuki lay next to him.

“OK, open them.”

Upon opening his eyes, Isaac was stunned. The room was now encased in mostly shadow, but the ceiling was littered with tons of bright illuminated dots. In the darkened room, the ceiling appeared to be an inky black sky, surrounded by the heavens.

Mitsuki turned to Isaac. Though the room was dark, she could see Isaac’s outline and features up close. “With your recent university position, helping Napoleon with his students, and your own independent research, we haven’t had time to stargaze like we used to.”

“So,” Mitsuki tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “I decided to bring the stars to us.”

Isaac stared at the ceiling in wonder. “How did you do this?”

“Leonardo created the paint. It looks nearly invisible in the daylight. But in the dark, you see this.”

“I can’t believe you—“ Mitsuki placed a finger on his lips.

“You’re Isaac. And you’re worth it.”

Her words sunk in, enveloping him in a winding warmth. He repositioned his body, his forehead resting on hers. “One thing about stars—however pretty, they remain far away. But you—you’re always here.”

Mitsuki squeezed Isaac’s hand, hearing his unspoken words. “You aren’t alone. Not anymore. I’m here to watch clouds, stars, constellations—anything that brings you joy.”

With a soft, boyish smirk, Isaac cupped her face before leaning closer. “Then let me watch you instead.”

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yunomagic · 1 year

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What if: sonic sacrifices himself in sonic the hedgehog 3 instead of shadow?

Okay so before we start this, a key thing i want ppl to remember is that movie sonic is incredibly selfless. Like, when tails got hurt for the first time he immediately jumped straight into danger and refused to accept help from his parents and was also willing to DIE for them in exchange for the safety. No questions asked. Hes rlly just too selfless for his own good, and i imagine that quality carries over to sonic the hedgehog 3

ALSO this is gonna be more based on headcanon cuz, the movie is in two years by the time yall are reading this so yeah dont take my word for it. Do what you will with the following scenario and information. Anyways here we go:

First of all, sonic and shadow are probably going to have an interesting dynamic in the third film. Mainly because of their experience with grief and familial loss. Sonic lost someone who was like a mother to him, shadow lost someone who was like a sister to him. They both failed to save the women that played an important part in their lives and were heavily traumatized by their deaths. How the two hedgehogs deal with their grief is where their paths diverge a little.

Sonic spent ten years living in isolation, being afraid of himself and what people will think of him if he revealed himself to the world. And possibly beat himself up so many times for failing to save longclaw, while trying to make her proud by becoming a hero on the streets. Shadow on the other hand suffered from manipulation under gerald robotnik, who forced him to become humanity’s final destruction, although he was created to help it. And instead of beating himself up, shadow became filled with rage and unspeakable hurt. He found it easier to blame humanity for the death of maria and uses his anger as a driving force for revenge. Which undoubtedly, is a more dangerous path of grief he chose to walk on.

Thus, the two hedgehogs are foils, two sides of the same coin. They arent too dissimilar to each other, especially in the roots of their pasts. They learn that there’s more to the other than just looking like each other. Unfortunately, due to drastic circumstances, one of them is going to relive through their trauma of losing someone all over again, and dealing with that same feeling of loss and self-blame.

Everyone knows how SA2 ends, shadow sacrifices himself to save humanity and dies while doing so. But if the film wants to do something different, (and give everyone a huge punch in the gut), they’re going to twist that fate in some way.

Its already in the title but i still propose it: what if sonic was the one who sacrifices himself instead?

Its the final hour, the bio lizard has been defeated, but the ark is still falling down to earth. Running out of time, shadow blurts out the idea that hes going to use the power of the chaos emeralds to push back the ark into orbit, maybe he can save humanity. Sonic, is dumbfounded, shadow is going to die and he knows it. Shadow knows it too, but what other options are there?

Panicking, sonic defaults to HIS way of solving problems. Talking it out. Fast.

“You can’t just throw away your life like it has no meaning! You— You don’t have to use all that power. You can stay with us back on Earth! You can— you can have a life there! Just like you and Maria would’ve wanted!”

Shadow of course is insistent that this is his destiny. His fate. If hes destined to be the last hope to save humanity, then itd be fitting if he were to die. Sonic is still frightened and restless, he’s getting a familiar itch in his throat and a familiar heaviness in his chest. The same feeling he felt years ago, when he was a small, helpless child.

No. Hes NOT going to lose someone to the same fate again.

“You made a promise to Maria, to keep everyone happy right?”

Shadow glances at sonic, eyes widened, knowingly.

“That includes you too shadow.”

“Are you crazy?! If you do that then—“

“I wont be able to go back home to my parents and my brothers, or the townspeople of Green Hills. I know. But they survived long enough even before i came into their life. They need someone who can keep them happy.”

Shadow too, gets the familiar itch in his throat, the familiar tightness in his chest. Fear. Panic. Memories resurfacing. A parallel of maria shines through sonic’s selfless attitude.

“…and that someone is you, shadow.”

“Sonic—“

Sonic shoves shadow away with as much force as he could. A wistful smile present on his muzzle, along with a sorrowful glaze in his eyes. Shadow, with a raised voice, stretches out his hand. Hes trying to reach for sonic.

The blue blur has more experience with the chaos emeralds than shadow does. Making this sacrifice should be easy. If it werent for the grief-stricken ebony hedgehog reaching out behind him. For one last send off, sonic and shadow’s eyes meet for the last time.

Its crazy how they thought so lowly of each other when they first met, and nearly tried to kill each other. But the more time they spent, the more did the hedgehogs realize how much the other is truly worth, and how much respect they hold for one another. Its a shame they wont get to spend more time together back on earth.

A damn shame. But humanity needed a fresh sacrifice.

One pair of eyes, plaintive yet noble, another pair of eyes, staggered and fearful, stare at each other, for one millisecond.

Sonic raises his hand, not to reach back out to shadow. But to wave. Wave goodbye.

“Please… keep them happy for me, okay? Promise me. You’ll protect my family.”

Shadow cant hold back his apprehension any longer. Fruitlessly calling out to sonic for him to come back. To not go away. To not throw HIS life away like it had no meaning. Of course, it falls on deaf ears, and two voices say at once:

“Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog…”

Followed by a yell of chaos control, a blinding light, a futile chase for a falling body, and no recollection of being sent back onto the ark. To be greeted by an array of faces. All grief-stricken, mournful, sullen, and unreadable.

Shadow, in spite of his own grief and his own recollection of his past trauma. Does his best to comfort sonic’s brothers. He’ll attempt to do the same to his parents back on earth.

A couple months have passed by then, and shadow has learned from his past mistakes. Right now, he wont go down the path of revenge and go guns blazing in the streets again. Right now, he has a promise to keep. A promise to her, and a promise to him. Of course, thered be times where he wonders and hopes that hes doing enough to keep humanity, the people of green hills, and sonic’s family happy. Hes trying his best, and he’ll keep on trying no matter what.

Shadow sometimes fantasizes about a scenario where sonic lived, and the blue blur shows him around green hills. Rambling non-stop with that annoying (yet kind of endearing) voice of his, maintaining that same charm. Cracking jokes shadow cant understand, showing him technology and culture shadow has to learn. It wouldve been… nice to still have him around. It really wouldve been. He wishes it so.

Tails and knuckles are starting to warm up to the ultimate life form, and the wachowski’s appreciate shadow’s efforts in helping humanity. Understanding that he has no intentions of replacing their son, and cherish everything the ebony hedgehog does to honor green hills’ fallen blue devil.

And even shadow knows that the world is filled with cruelty and sorrow. Yet it was the world that maria wanted to live in, and it was the world that sonic chose to fight for and protect. There’s a lot of awful, sad things in the world. But there are still things, people, worth protecting.

There’s a promise.

Shadow will remember it.

Shadow will never forget it.

And that is why…

He will keep fighting.

(If things are messy sorry ill edit it when i get back from canada which is tomorrow lol-)

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The scientists say Earth's been smacked to pieces, moonlets spiraling out in rings. After the atmosphere scattered into particles of time, brighter ideas emerged. Our two selves exploded into origin / with compositions like comet nuclei. We saw each other running laps on Saturn's rings. As I whipped past, you called out to me. come closer. and, and, and. you spoke in blowouts of gas and dust. you had me seeing the color of heat. my body, cometlike, consists of leaking light. it lies superimposed on yours, whose orbit keeps it between a different history. We'll try to keep them aligned for a little / while longer before they shear apart. our only mission now is to start the orbit exchange all over again.

Poetry assembled from a National Geographic article on planetary rings.

#p #i'm posting this two months late because i didn't mount this with the border until literally ten minutes ago </3 #analog #to start the orbit exchange all over again

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Hi! Do you have any tips for studying chemistry? For some reason I cant seem to get all the formulas in my brain.

Hey!

My unhelpful but still favorite advice for shoving formulas into one's brain is to understand them 😅 A purely memorization-based approach is very bad for chemistry.

If the problem seems to be particularly understanding/ remembering formulas:

Ask yourself if this particular formula is just words turned into numbers and mathematical symbols. I think it may not work for everyone, but for example I found it easier to remember the literal definition of pH that is "the negative decimal logarithm of hydrogen ion concentration" rather than "pH = -log [H+]" bc otherwise I'd keep forgetting about the minus sign.

Check if you find deriving a formula from another formula easier than just memorizing it. Again, my personal example is I hate memorizing things so much I never really bothered to remember the equation that describes Ostwald's law of dilution - bc I knew I could easily, quickly, and painlessly derive it from the equilibrium constant for concentration + degree of dissociation (and I've done it so many times now it stuck in my brain anyway).

When all else fails, I turn to mnemotechnics. To this day I remember that Clapeyron's equation goes pV = nRT because many years ago someone on the internet shared a funny sentence whose words start with these 5 letters. The sillier the better.

If the issue is with chemistry in general:

Take it chapter by chapter. Chemistry, like most STEM subjects, is just blocks of knowledge upon blocks of knowledge. For example, if you want to learn electrolysis, you need to understand redox reactions first. Try to identify where the struggle begins and work from there.

Once you've picked a topic you want to work on, follow the reasoning in your textbook. If you get stuck, that might be a sign you're simply missing a piece of information from a previous chapter. If an example comes up, try to solve it along with the tips in the textbook.

If anything remains unclear, it's usually not the best idea to just leave it and move on. If the textbook becomes unhelpful, turn to the internet or maybe a friend. Otherwise, the next chapter may just turn out to be needlessly confusing.

Practice problems practice problems practice problems!! And not just the numerical ones. The theory-based ones where they ask you about reactions, orbitals, the properties of the elements etc. are important too.

Choose understanding over memorizing whenever possible.

Try to look at the big picture: the way certain concepts are intertwined, how one law may be a logical consequence of another law you learnt before, why some concepts are taught together, why you had to learn something else first to get to what you're studying now. Again, as an example, I think it's particularly fun to see towards the end of ochem, somewhere around the biomolecules: you need to integrate your knowledge of aromatic compounds, ketones and aldehydes, alcohols, carboxylic acids... Stack new information upon what you already know.

Study methods I'm a big fan of: spaced repetition, solving past papers (anything I can get my hands on tbh), flashcards for the things I absolutely have to memorize, exchanging questions and answers with a friend, watching related videos.

If by any chance you end up taking pchem, I have a post for that specifically.

I hope you can find something helpful here :) Good luck!

#inbox #chemistry asks

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I'm not one big on reaction videos but a while back I watched a couple do a reaction video of Taekook and then Jikook. When they were watching the Jikook video they both mentioned how much longer the video was and how it appeared that Jikook spent a lot more time together than Taekook because of the quantity of footage--old and new. This statement got them into a lot of hot water...many taekookers commented under that video that this was simply because Big Hit (at the time) was hiding taekook and that's why there wasn't a lot of footage of them together or not as much as Jikook.

Now I'm not going to touch on the ridiculousness of tkkers claims, rather I want to focus on the statement these two Youtbers made regarding the quantity of Jikook content we have. Like have you ever just stopped and realized or considered the amount of Jikook moments there are starting from 2013! No other pairing in BTS...shit...K-pop has this much footage.

To lay it out-> Since I'm bored and missing Jikook I've been reminiscing on past moments by watching a lot of timeline videos. A YouTuber titled In-Orbit did a timeline series starting in 2014 and ending in 2017. Each year has a separate video and each video has about 40 minutes to an hour of content.

2014 video 47 minutes

2015 video 40 minutes

2016 vide 58 minutes

2017 video 54 minutes

That's about 4 hours of non-exhaustive/cut Jikook footage. Like, they excluded so many moments and shortened many moments so that each video wasn't it's own separate movie.

The Best of Jikook also does a lot of timeline videos...their's starts in 2013 and goes until 2020.

2013's video is the shortest, running time being 15 minutes.

Then her 2014 video had a running time of 30 minutes.

2015 video 40 minutes.

2016 video, 2 minutes shy of an hour.

2017 video 1 hour and 6 minutes

2018 video 1 hour and 38 minutes

2019 video nearly 2 hours

2020 video 1 hour and 40 minutes.

That's around 10 hours and 30 minutes of pure Jikook footage that again was also cut down. Also 3 years of Jikook footage is missing from these timelines.

So what does this prove? Well . . .

Best friend Status: The quantity and length of footage alone proves one thing and that's these two are beyond a shadow of any doubt the closest pairing...and always have been...yes even fetus jikook. 2013 Jikook still has more footage being together than any other BTS paring. This narrative that JK hated JM then is just a blatant lie told by those that can't tell the difference between playful banter and hate.

Jikook Grew closer in 2016: The running time for each year across all timeline videos I've seen, increased dramatically in 2016 and thereafter. The duration of these videos at the very least shows us that Jikook grew increasingly closer throughout the years because they were undoubtedly spending more time together.

Dynamic Shift started in 2015: If you watch the videos you will see that from 2013-2014 JM and JK were very playful and giving off very boyish best friend energy. There was a degree of flirting but it was masked as childish banter and it often seemed like JM just liked to poke fun at shy JK and JK liked to push back by playfully rejecting JM. However, a major shift took place in their dynamic starting in 2015. If you watch these timelines you'll see how their boyish banter becomes an exchange of Jimin exercising his "feminine wiles" and JK trying to exert a degree of masculine dominance over JM. JM's "flirting" is no longer boyish it's clearly feminine and it seems like at some point in 2015 JM became highly aware of the power he had over JK and he loved to use it. This dynamic has only increased throughout the years. JM knows that if he "acts cute" and bats his eyelashes at JK he can get him to do anything he wants. And JK knows that JM likes when he's more rough with him and they play into that often. Now People can say I'm reading into things but the transition in their dynamic is so stark from 2014 to 2015. Also, JK often talks about JM's cuteness and seems to be attacked by it...JM often talks about how he's JK's play toy and how he likes to be scolded by him. This isn't just my assumption JIkook have both confirmed this dynamic and we can see the beginnings of it starting in 2015.

Jikook are intimate: This becomes very clear towards the end of 2016 videos and on...like have you ever known a person before they've had sex and after? Or better yet have you ever seen a couple before they've been intimate and after? There's a clear shift in their behavior towards one another after they've had sex. I mean the touching, proximity, possessiveness, all of it increases. There's also a greater degree of familiarity and physical boundaries blur. You see this all happen with Jikook starting towards the end of 2016-> their physical interactions increase, they no longer seem to care about things like rubbing up against each other even when they're both sweaty, JK becomes increasingly possessive over JM and follows him everywhere, the staring OMG the staring increases so much...I mean look at JK during Fire era...I think this was pre-sex Jikook because the boy looks ready to risk it all in some clips.

I could say more like the difference between JIkook pre and post GCFT and how they are now settling into a domestic era... but the post is way more than long enough. I will just end with this...the quantity and quality of Jikook footage out there debunks literally every anti claim there is. I don't care that there's not much 2023 Jikook content---JM has been busy as hell, what do people expect? And even if he wasn't busy and we had zero content this year that still wouldn't mean Tk are a thing or that jikook broke up. What these timelines show us is how consistently close Jikook are, their growth and development and relational maturity. No other ship alive has what we have! So all the antis and insecure jikookers can Stfu!

I will only add to say that i think the deed had happened by 2016. Might even speculate that's what 8/11/15 is about. And before that most prolly other things were already happening. There was certain behaviour and tension that points to this in 2015. But other that anon, this.... all of this...

#if jikook isn't real then neither am i #jikook is real #jikook #kookmin #minkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #bts #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook theories #jikook theory

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simplifiedemotions · 1 year

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Neptune

It starts with them sharing Astronomy together.

The girl and the boy share a discomfiting glance. There is so much to unpack with the war over and only the space of a double-sided desk between them.

Their assignment is to create a star chart that corresponds with ancient magical rituals to see where power pockets occur at the highest frequencies.

It’s quickly determined that Neptune’s orbit is best suited to break the veil between worlds. The girl tries not to show her surprise at the boy’s competence, but she’s never been well-versed in subtlety because he realises what her wide-eyed look means and glares at her for the entirety of their first lecture and all through dinner.

The girl does what she’s always done when faced with conflict: she scrutinises. She tells the boy facts about the planet and its cross-relations to the Muggle world, probing for conversation but also for what he might think.

Muggle-born, oh what a terrible affair, but she needs to know if she can move on from the ways of his youth.

The boy doesn’t know how to react. He is used to carrying jeers and insults in his pockets, but now he holds nothing but his shame stoked in silence.

Still, that does not stop the acid-tipped quips that eventually escape his mouth.

It takes weeks for them to exchange more than barely cordial nods and clipped smiles after that.

It’s an accident that breaks the ice. To create the fissure that will grow and grow until there is only a lake warmed by the rising sun.

The boy is balancing on a stool, muttering angrily to himself as he tries to position their vivid blue model of Neptune on a multi-striated disc. They need to measure the gravitational pull without using magic, and so he stands on a rickety stool, barking at the girl when she offers to hold him still that he doesn’t need her help.

The boy’s self-loathing floats on the ice of Neptune, and he thinks he needs to remain ice to keep his guard unbreakable.

It is the only thing he has left.

The boy over-reaches, just barely placing the Neptune model on the disc before the legs of the tiny stool betray a telltale crack, and the boy tips forward, arms flailing as he falls towards the ground.

He would have fallen and broken at least his nose, if not for the girl’s quick thinking. She conjures a nest of pillows for the boy to fall in, air leaving her lungs in a gasp when she hears the sound of impact and his muffled groan.

After some colourful cursing, he rises. He blinks at the image before him, unsure if he is imagining the way all the pillows before him are shaped like pristine white ferrets.

The girl lets out a surprised laugh. She covers her mouth with a hand, but peals of laughter still escape the spaces between her fingers.

The boy narrows his eyes, and demands why the girl conjured this, of all things. She explains, blushing a fiery-red, that she was thinking about ferrets whilst he stretched his neck towards the striated disc.

The boy blinks again. Wonders if he should be offended. He decides he almost is, before the girl starts laughing again. Freckles dust her scrunched up nose as she gives him a straight-white smile. He forgets what he was supposed to be mad about after that.

It is the first of many times to come, that the girl experiences the warmth of his regard, when he gives her a hesitant smile in return.

Neptune has the second largest gravity of any planet. The boy and the girl experiment with gravitational bouncing, and when their bodies move in the air in the dusty classroom, even the boy can’t help but laugh in elation.

The boy touches ground first, but the girl is more clumsy, and she almost falls on her backside before the boy grabs her by the waist and pulls her to him.

They stare at each other. There is so much—too much—sensation in this accidental touch. There are hands and bare skin and flushing cheeks. There is the vulnerability of meeting your enemies eyes and realising you don’t consider them an enemy anymore.

They jump away from each other.

It’s several weeks later, weeks filled with prickings of feelings and misunderstandings dressed up in late teenage angst, when they create a mass of storms around their model of Neptune.

The swirl of mercurial grey reminds the girl of the boy’s eyes; there is a brimming tempest behind his calm demeanour.

The climate on Neptune is known to be extremely active. As the boy and the girl finish charming their model to rain thunder and blow gusts of wind, they too are swept away by a current of will.

They have been dancing for weeks around each other. Like the fourteen moons on Neptune, the boy and the girl orbit each other’s lives.

Closer and closer. An inevitable turn and twist.

The gentle assault of the boy’s kiss meets the fiery battle of the girl’s will, and together they crash into each other like supernovae.

The boy’s smile stitches more of her together; the girl’s forgiveness makes him more whole.

Through the prism of their senses, there is something soft and yearning; there is a beginning waiting to take shape.

The locus of the boy’s identity morphs. There is still the lineage of Malfoy, and the actions of Draco, but there is also something else, something lighter and more hopeful.

The clever girl, charged with saving the world, learns that she can also choose things for herself.

Namely, the boy with the surprisingly tender smile.

Their beginning, under a starry sky, reflected in Neptune’s view and its many moons, as they kiss and kiss, and dream of the after.

#dramione #Dramione fanfic #dhr #dhr fanfiction #Hermione Granger #Draco Malfoy #my writing

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Okay I’m back on my Mummies nonsense and I’m thinking about the untapped potential of Amanda Carnovan and wanting to bite something.

Like, I get that this is a late 90s Y7 show so of course the normal adults aren’t necessarily going to be involved very much given who the target audience is but we could have had SUCH FUN DYNAMICS between Amanda—technically mother of the pharaoh and also a certified Egypt nerd—and the Mummies. The Mummies, who would be an ancient civilization researcher’s WET DREAM because they’d be the ULTIMATE primary sources to their era of ancient Egyptian history. I may be projecting a bit, but having people who LIVED IN a civilization three thousand years ago AND who would be able to verbally talk about their experiences (biases and all) would be so cool.

Plus, I think Amanda and the Mummies would have gotten along so well. Like, they canonically respect her despite never really interacting with her purely on account of what Presley says about her.

I can see Amanda talking parenting and leadership with Ja-Kal and them confiding their doubts and hardships to each other that they wouldn’t talk about with anyone else. Like, for example, Amanda is a single mother working a full time job, and Ja-Kal struggled with balancing his responsibilities as the prince's guard with his duties as a father and husband. I think both of them would have a lot to talk about regarding work-life balance. Plus, Ja-Kal in the show was edging very close to "dad who stepped up" territory. I'm not saying that Ja-Kal and Amanda would get a romantic subplot (Amanda doesn't seem to be interested in looking for a boyfriend and Ja-Kal isn't either) but I feel like they'd become platonic co-parents in the right circumstances.

I can see Amanda just absorbing every historical and arcane lesson Rath gives and chiming in with her own knowledge. They’d butt heads and argue over specific facts for hours, both being entirely too stubborn at times to give the other an inch, but at the end of it all they’d do it again because they’re both nerds and love the pain of their research.

I can see Amanda and Nefer-Tina becoming gal pals, maybe at first being friends solely because they’re the only women in the group but ultimately enjoying each other’s company; Amanda affirming that Nefer-Tina isn’t wrong for being fascinated by modern advances while Nefer-Tina gets Amanda to break out of her shell a bit by dragging her along to experience the modern world with her (I can see circumstances conspiring to get them stealing a car together and I think I’m right about it).

I can see Amanda and Armon bonding over cooking and exchanging recipes from their respective cultures, even if they may have to substitute a few key ingredients for Armon’s recipes (I doubt Amanda would be able to get her hands on hippo steak, sadly).

Plus! I also want to see Amanda’s reaction to hearing that 1) her baby boy is the reincarnation of a murdered Egyptian prince from three thousand years ago (and one she made a full exhibit about and probably rambled to Presley about for months), and 2) the man who killed him the first time is still around in present day trying to not only do that AGAIN, but use her son’s soul to attain immortality for generally nefarious purposes.

What I’m saying is I wish we could have seen Amanda’s reaction to the Mummy Nonsense because she would have been a WELL of interesting character interactions and also likely caused Scarab headaches personally by beating him up for trying to repeatedly murder her son.

And don’t even get me STARTED on Walter! He was presented to the audience as Presley’s best friend but we hardly see him at all! We could have had Walter as the best friend sidekick! The non-chosen character stuck in the chosen’s orbit! He could have been a Toby Domzalsky or a Connie Maheswaran before those characters even EXISTED! We could have had Walter struggling with pressure from the Mummies to be as dogged and dedicated in his defense of Presley as they are because they see Walter as Presley’s last line of defense, someone who can protect Presley where they can't. After all, the Mummies can’t follow Presley into school and have to be careful about going out in public on account of their whole undead situation. It could be really interesting to see Walter get continuously pressured by these adults who literally died in the line of duty to follow in their footsteps, even if it meant meeting the same fate as them. It would have been interesting to see the Mummies be struck with the realization that they made themselves forget that Walter is a kid too and someone very dear to Presley, and that they were wrong to try and pressure him into becoming a warrior like them. It would have been interesting to see them try to atone for the way they treated Walter as another soldier for their cause. It would have been interesting to see how Walter buckled under the pressure the Mummies heaped on him and even more so if Scarab tried to exploit it because in his darkest moment, Walter would have just wanted all of this Mummy Nonsense to STOP and for everything to go back to how it was before (even though that’s impossible) and almost costing Presley his life because of it.

And Elaine! How cool would it have been if she didn’t have her memories conveniently wiped and she just elbowed her way into the Mummies’ and Presley’s crazy world of gods and monsters out of rabid interest in getting the truth, even if she has to learn a lesson about how not all truths are created equal and sometimes lies and secrets are made and kept to protect the innocent! We could have had an episode where Elaine gathered proof of the Mummies and Presley’s involvement with them and was SECONDS away from publishing before she’s confronted with the reality that Presley keeps his involvement with the Mummies under wraps (ba dum tss) because the anonymity surrounding his modern identity is the only thing keeping an immortality obsessed madman from turning up on his doorstep or in his class to LITERALLY KILL HIM AND EAT HIS SOUL. We could have had her be the reason Scarab learns Presley’s modern identity and her having to atone for putting him in MORE danger.

Ugh. There's just so much wasted potential and it makes me sad.

#screaming from the void #mummies alive #go watch it pls. you can watch the full series free on youtube bc I don’t think anyone cares enough to copyright claim it #it’s so 90s in both the good and bad way but the writing slaps surprisingly hard when you least expect it to #the fandom is so itty bitty and it makes me sad bc I don’t have people to rave about this dumb toy show with #like I’ve seriously been working on a rewrite of the WHOLE SERIES and EXPANDING it since it got tragically cancelled #ill paddle this canoe by myself and FOR myself if i have to but im still going to ramble about it

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