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They were having a lovely cosy night. Some nonsense holodrama was on, the heater was blasting and Jedi Master and Time Traveller Plo Koon was idly scrolling through a pad contemplating a second glass of wine. From his own comfortable spot on the sofa next to him, his partner in time travel and Master of the Order Mace Windu sighed and shifted his feet of the caff table next to Plo’s own, not a moment before an alarm on his chrono went off.
Plo grunted questioningly at him, feeling uncharacteristically lazy and sleepy. The other man stretched as he stood up.
“Meeting with Cin about The Tournament” he mumbled back, gathering himself.
“Oh!”
Plo loved The Tournament. He’d missed it so much during the war, that first time round. The annual Coruscant Temple Sabre Tournament was something so special. Seeing aged Masters grumbling good naturedly trying to catch their breath, energetic young Knights teasing each other and Padawans gleefully egging each other on brought a sense of camaraderie and family that was lost forever once the war began.
“I’ll come with you” he decided, ignoring Mace’s surprised expression as he sat up with renewed vigour.
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Plo tuned out as Mace and Cin Drallig, Battle Master extraordinaire, gestured at charts and catering costs on one of the benches in the corner of the main dojo. Neither seemed to mind his presence, Cin seemed unsurprised when they came as a pair.
While he left the boring logistics to the two senior Jedi he scrolled through the contenders list, comforted by the familiar names and intrigued by some interesting matches. It would be a lively affair.
He frowned, noticing something as he got to the Knights section.
Kab…
Kedib…
Kirin…
Krag…
He frowned further, checking the Senior Padawan section just in case.
Nope, not what he was looking for.
“Has Knight Kenobi not signed up for the tournament?” he asked loudly, interrupting the other two and not caring one bit. He got a pulse of mild irritation from Mace but interestingly, Cin simply let out a breath.
It wasn’t compulsory for every Jedi to take part in the tournament but there was certainly an obligation, particularly for Knights, to act as an example for their peers. To learn from each other and to inspire the next generation. It was just the Done Thing.
The Battle Master for the temple looked uncharacteristically perturbed.
“Kenobi…” he sat back and folded his thick arms, pausing, and Plo saw Mace’s face sharpen in stern worry.
“He’s been here… a lot, in the past few months. At funny times.” The scarred said, clearly picking his words carefully. “I’ve been helping him along, but most of the time I’m not here. I only see his name on the sign in sheet at all hours of the night.” He explained slowly.
Plo and Mace exchanged glances. That wasn’t good.
“Hmm. He didn’t sign up last year I assume, for obvious reasons” Mace asked with raised eyebrows.
Cin nodded.
“He’s changed his form since then, I’ve tried to ask him about it a couple of times but you know how he is.” He had a familiar look of exasperation on his face. Plo knew it well. When he didn’t want to, there wasn’t a force in the Galaxy that could make Obi-Wan Kenobi talk. Plo remembered it only got worse with age, to the infuriation of Sith across the galaxy that first time around.
Mace sighed and leaned back.
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The Master of the Jedi Order cursed to himself under his breath and barely resisted the urge to grumble at nothing. He knew Obi-Wan somehow managed to function on dangerously little sleep (at all ages, apparently) but he himself had never managed to master the skill and his mood was as dark as the Courscant sky outside, at 3rd hour. Plo had offered to go, but Mace had a worrying suspicion it would end in a cuddle and a nap rather than what was necessary.
He was trying not to dwell on how suspicious he looked, loitering outside the main Dojo at this time of night, when his quarry came quietly and around the corner apparently deep in thought.
23-year-old Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi came to an abrupt and (rather comical) startled stop.
“Master!”
“Good evening, or should I say, good morning, Obi-Wan” Mace made no move to step away from the door to the dojo, but neither towards the young man in front of him.
“I…Hello there, Master. What…” the young man faltered, clearly still trying to find his footing. “What…are you doing here?” he asked cautiously.
Mace noted he definitely wasn’t at his best. Obviously not as well put together as he was in the daylight hours, there was none of the usual perceptive glint behind his eyes, his hair had obviously been pushed hurriedly into place and his robe was nowhere to be seen.
Mace shrugged.
“Shall we?” he gestured to the door behind him, entering the dojo.
Obi-Wan looked at the door dubiously before following.
“So.”
They stood in the vast hall, facing each other. Mace was very conscious they had both taken up sparring positions. So be it.
“So” he repeated calmly. “Do you want to tell me why you are practicing at this force-forsaken hour or shall I beat it out of you?” he asked politely with a smile, shifting his stance a little.
The young mans eyes narrowed.
“I don’t know what you mean Master, the Dojos are open all hours, surely encouraging practice at all hours” came the similarly polite answer.
Mace rolled his eyes.
“Fine.” He ignited his purple blade and assumed the opening stance of his favoured form, Vaapad.
“Come on then” he instructed the Knight. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened a little in surprise upon realising his mentor was serious, but then were filled with resolve as he too changed his stance.
And then immediately Mace Windu had the breath knocked out of his chest when, instead of the classic Ataru that he’d come to associate with the young Obi-Wan (indeed, the form he had become known for after using it to defeat Darth Maul) he was instead faced with the dramatic stance of Soresu.
He cursed himself, Cin had mentioned it but seeing it was something he had not been prepared for.
Lightsabre parallel to the floor and left arm extended with fingers pointing towards him, for a split second it wasn’t vulnerable, unsure Knight Kenobi Mace was seeing, it was the fearsome Master Kenobi. The Master of Soresu, and his comrade in arms. He’d seen that stance in the very worst of situations and every time it meant hope and determination.
“...Master?”
He was snapped back to the present by the slightly awkward prompt from the young man in front of him.
He grunted, trying to find his mental footing again.
“Not all of us are at our best at third hour young Obi-Wan” he grumbled, gratified when he got the ghost of a smile in response.
“Now then, let’s begin. And we will be speaking when I win” Mace warned, very clearly the Master of the Order.
Obi-Wan said nothing, his lips thinning as the match began.
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The Master was gratified to see the young knight was panting a little as he yielded the match. Mace hadn’t won against Master Kenobi very often, in that first time around. It was good to know he still had some years left to enjoy it.
But not long, he noted. The young Knight was not there yet of course, but it he was good. Incredibly good for a Jedi of his level, using a difficult form. Mace was impressed.
“That was impressive. Very impressive Obi-Wan” he said, clapping him on the back as they both made to sit on the benches around the side of the dojo, Obi-Wan seemingly having lost the energy that fuelled his usual stubbornness, he allowed himself to be led by Mace.
“You’ve changed form.” the elder Jedi pointed out, cutting straight to the point. It was too early for beating around the munjabush.
“I have.” The young man beside him was looking at the floor as he answered. Mace felt the atmosphere in the room dip, the force tingling in his ears.
“Why?”
There was a pause. Obi-Wan kept looking at the floor.
Mace sighed.
“I hope you know, Obi-Wan, that you can tell me anything.” He said gently, projecting trust and safety at him through the force.
His young companion looked up at him with a watery smile. He took a breath.
“After Qui-Gon, after Naboo” he started slowly, seemingly choosing his words carefully “I kept trying…” he faltered, a faraway quality to his voice.
“Every time I started Ataru, I was back there behind the ray shields.” he said softly, looking down at the floor again. “After a bit of trial-and-error, it appeared to be a trigger for me, so I decided to change forms. Soresu seemed like a natural choice, I have a Padawan to defend now after all.”
Mace starred at him, finding himself once again at a loss. He knew Obi-Wan had changed forms at some point, but he’d never really given it much thought first. Lots of Knights experimented with new forms as soon as they were out of their Master’s shadow. But they generally didn’t do it incognito.
“Is that why you’ve been pushing yourself so hard? Coming here at all hours on top of everything else?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle.
His companion cleared his throat.
“It was difficult, at first. I didn’t…didn’t want anyone to know in case…” He trailed off.
Understanding dawned for Mace.
“In case you couldn’t do it.” He clarified, dismayed when he got a silent nod in return.
“Obi-Wan” Mace didn’t quite know what to say, working very hard to release his complicated emotions into the Force before the suddenly fragile man next to him picked up on them. Not least his slightly irrational anger.
“Please, please tell me you didn’t think we’d reject you or punish you because you couldn’t pick up a lightsabre.” He asked with a groan. The young man looked up at him in shock at the judgement in Mace’s tone. Giving him his answer.
“Er…”
Mace turned to him and shook his head in disbelief.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are a talented, intelligent person who is an asset to the Order in more ways than I can list at this time in the morning. You are worth far more than your warrior skill” he took a breath, taking in the bewildered and slightly alarmed face next to him. “And I am sorry that that hasn’t been made clear to you.” He finished with a gentler tone, shame swelling slightly within him.
He felt a slight tug on his bond with Plo, the other Master picking up on the maelstrom he was feeling. They’d have to meditate later.
Obi-Wan obviously didn’t know what to say, and Mace was satisfied to let the words sink in for a moment.
“Do you think, perhaps, that it might be prudent for you to speak to someone about all this?” he suggested lightly. “We have an entire wing of Mind healers for a reason, my friend.”
Obi-Wan chewed his bottom lip, looking achingly young.
“I don’t know” he said slowly. “Qui-Gon never really liked…” he trailed off again, looking at the floor.
Mace rolled his eyes.
“Yes well, Force love him he was a good friend but Qui-Gon was a complicated man and let’s be honest, could be a bit of an idiot at times” he said, making sure his fondness for his old friend was obvious, pleased when it brought another watery smile out of his young friend.
“Maybe.” He admitted.
Mace decided to take what he could get.
“Please think about it. If you like, Plo or I could go with you” he offered. This time he did get a full smile and a slight eye roll in response.
“I’m sure I can handle it Master, I’m perfectly capable-“
“I know I know!” Mace held up his hands in defence “Just the offer is there.”
He stood up.
“Now then, time for bed I think” he activated his Senior Master mode, suddenly all business. “Please stop practicing at stupid hours of the morning, you’re making Master Drallig nervous. Sign yourself up for some proper tutoring” he instructed.
“Yes Master” Obi-Wan stood with a bow of acquiescence before they moved together towards the doors.
“Oh and Obi-Wan” Mace caught him as they closed the doors and stood in the silent corridor. “Do think about signing up for the tournament. You have a lot to offer.” He suggested.
The other Jedi hesitated.
“I…I will Master” he promised with a dip of his head.
“That’s all I ask” Mace reassured.
After they separated with one final bow of goodbye, Mace leant against the cool wall in relief, letting his emotions wash over him and into the Force, with the Force equivalent of a grunt from Plo down their bond.
He’d never known about Obi-Wan’s seemingly classic case of PTSD. And the obvious fear of rejection made his unrelenting quest for perfection and independence, that first time around, make sense.
But not this time. Mace smiled. They had a long way to go, but acknowledgement and mind healers were good, and Mace and Plo would be there every step of the way. This time.
#Space Dads Go Time Travelling#Mace Windu#Plo Koon#Obi-Wan Kenobi#Knight Kenobi#Family#Fluff#careful#Mentions of#PTSD#woops sorry this one got a bit long!
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i can do it with a broken heart - f1 grid
parings: gn!driver!reader x platonic!f1!grid x ex!jacob elordi
summary: after yn and their ex break up, they carry on as best they can and no one had any idea how bad they were struggling
type: social media au (smau)
notes: george is in this but he does not drive for mercedes, yn does. i also used a mixture of fem and masc pictures because i couldnt decide and thought you could just imagine whatever you wish!!
notes 2: probably the longest fic ive done so far but im pretty proud of it. the time stamps above each section are semi important so i would keep an eye on them!! also i know ive been gone for so long but i do not promise ill be back. alsoooo i know i only included a bit of the grid but i kept getting distracted and then couldn’t figure out how to include everyone!!
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charles oh my god i cant believe my cat is finally the pfp
i have been waiting for YEARS
max yes well you better enjoy it because it’ll change soon and you’ll be back to waiting again.
lando jesus max do you have to use punctuation???
alex be glad he doesnt use captials
oscar one thing at a time lando, we dont want to scare him
max ???
lando anyway
yn mate you ok?
yourname im fine? ur scaring me you never ask how i am
lando yeah but usually your not single
lewis oh no! you and jacob split?
yourname yeah, wasnt working anymore
charles ah im sorry, that must suck😣
yourname i mean it does but its been coming for a long time so its not surprising
fernando hello! yn what is wrong? you always use emotes!
yourname theyre emojis nando, and im fine just a bit lost
fernando do not worry, i will come and find you!
yourname no, i dont mean literally just..we were together for so long i dont really know what to do now you know?
lando i get it, you wanna play tarkov with me???
yourname cheers ill get on now
george let us know if you need anything!
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p✌️ was just what we needed this weekend!
thank you to everyone who came out and supported myself and the team and huge thank you to the team for working so hard all weekend⭐️
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mercedesamgf1 mega job this weekend yn👊 *liked by author*
landonorris nice to share the podium with you mate
yourusername same time next race?
user33 loved seeing you back on the podium
user2 absolutely smashing it this season
user21 more podiums please🤲 *liked by author*
user3 fourth podium of the year first p✌️*liked by author*
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*pretend it says after march i changed dates around last min*
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did some reading, painting and writing
baked some good food and spent time with some good people, also got a cat…not bad for summer break☀️
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yourusername norman🐱
lukehemmings nice music👍
yourusername woah arent you the guy who wrote mum?!
mercedesamgf1 ready to see you back on the podium
yourusername always!!!!
user74 have you had funnnn??
yourusername yesss!! ive been doing lots of things i enjoy, basically treating every day as my birthday😋
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*was supposed to write them instead of her sorry!! was doing two stories at once and kept getting mixed up😅*
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p☝️ for the 3rd time this season, very very pleased
huuuuuge thank you to the team, every single one of you who worked tirelessly over the summer break and every moment since then, these have been for you⭐️
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user55 what a good season to be a yn fan *liked by author*
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user2 gracie??
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user88 right we miss seeing you yn!!
yourusername sorry guys😣ive been suuuper busy working on something i just honestly forgot
user41 NEW PROJECT?? WHEN?? (also pls dont feel bad we love u)
yourusername soon!! (and i love u guys too)
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i cannot believe i get to say this, but my new friend taylor just released a new album and i was able to write a song on the album
im honestly not sure how this came about but i had so much fun writing this and expressing all my thoughts and feelings in a way ive never done before
i poured my life and soul into this song and im so glad taylor is the one who is singing it and really bought it to life
send some love to my friend and go and stream THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (most importantly i can do it with a broken heart😉)
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taylorswift thank you for trusting me with this song, so much love🤍
yourusername NO THANK YOU!!! i will be forever grateful⭐️⭐️
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fernando oh no😟! what did yn do?
charles THEY DIDNT TELL ME THEY WERE WRITING A SONG??
AND WITH TAYLOR SWIFT HOW COULD YOU☹️☹️
yourname sorry charles, surprise?!
charles ill forgive you because its a good song
yourname thank you my life just got infinitely better!
yuki very good song yn! has been on repeat☺️
yourname thanks yuki, glad you like it!!
lando I LOVE IT TOO
but seriously are you ok?!
yourname yeahhh im better now
was just a lot to navigate
lewis glad you found an outlet! but remember you can always talk to any of us
yourname i know and i appreciate it, i really do
alex yn was that twitter thread right?
yourname mate youre going to have to elaborate
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yourname oh pretty much yeah
some things were changed with taylor but not much
fernando just listened to the song yn! very nice👍well done!
yourname thank uu
max good song yn!
now
lando can you please tell me what you meant on your twitch stream!
oscar max is kind of scary
max dont make me talk about that interview next oscar!
#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#f1 smau#f1 social media au#social media au#formula 1 insta au#formula 1 social media au#formula one x reader#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#f1 drabble#f1 x male reader#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 fanfic
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How about a Hualian x calamity!reader oneshot? Maybe HC and reader know each other already and pursue XL together? Idk, love your writing tho!
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Hua Cheng x calamity!reader x Xie Lian
So sorry it took a while, I had strep these past few days but I feel good now so ty for being patient with me 😙🖤🖤
I tried to make it vague enough to where you can input your guy's own character in there 🥰🙏
I hope it isn't too short, and if you can't tell I pulled some make believe facts out of my ass. Have to change the story up a little bit
Spoilers Below!!!
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Everyone talks about the four calamities, but recently all three realms have been talking about a fifth one. Another terrifying, devastation level calamity. Because that's all the heavenly officials, someone else to worry about.
That's your bad, woops. It's not like it was on purpose. Maybe. It's not like it was your fault. Really! They should have known by now but your crimes and deeds have been hidden behind Crimson rain's for so long, everyone has thought there were only four calamities. Now, with so much activity from Hua Cheng it's impossible to hide behind him. Oh well.
Now you get your own title, lore, rumors and all that nice stuff since everyone knows you now. It's crazy how fast words spread.
You've always been here, in fact you and Hua Cheng appeared one right after the other. So of course with such a close timeline one of you was going to overshadow the other. Not that you have a problem with this.
Surprisingly you and Hua Cheng know each other well. You met a long, long time ago and have been friends ever since. Since you're such close friends. Why not live in paradise manor together, why not rule a ghost city together too? The two of you really are glued to each other's side.
The base of your friendship? Xie Lian. Now of course it's more than that. You're both dead, both calamities, both know Xie Lian, would do anything for Xie Lian, both knew Xie Lian. . .
You guys still hold affections for one another though so it's okay. And the best thing? I lied. You guys aren't friends at all. After hundreds of years of knowing each other you and Hua Cheng have seen the absolute worst in one another. You still stayed. He still stayed. Just because you guys are lovers doesn't mean that you're going to stop pursuing Xie Lian either. There's nothing wrong with three.
Now the second best thing is that none of you harbor jealousy against the other because usually you guys are side by side like Siamese cats causing trouble.
Very often the two of you gang up to pursue Xie Lian together. You guys even bully heavenly officials together. It's all a part of the fun.
So when Xie Lian initially hears about one ghost? He meets two. Like, okay so he has two calamity body guards. Neat. The same goes as follows. Just when he thought he only had to deal with one smart mouth, it's two. Feng Xin and Mu Qing are very annoyed by this but Xie Lian finds it endearing.
It's actually very nice. He used to have two people by his side, but then the trio was separated. Now he has two people by his side again and he doubts that you two will be leaving anytime soon.
Though, since you're actually a known calamity now the stories and details change up a little bit. Xie Lian can click a few more pieces of the puzzle together.
I mean how do you think Hua Cheng got so good in bed, he wasn't practicing on statues alone. How did Hua Cheng get his smooth, suave, attitude? That'd be you too. You had to encourage him to actually make a move on his precious dianxia instead of seeing him act like a blushing maiden anytime Xie Lian looks at him.
Not that you can speak differently on that one. You've always been there through Hua Cheng's worse and. . . worser. You're both awfully silly. Silly enough to give Xie Lian your ashes one random day.
When Xie Lian woke up with a ring of ashes around his neck? Pause. One ring? Isn't one missing? There's two of you. Hua Cheng and you so, where are your ashes.
He's absolutely delighted and curious when he finds out the two of your ashes are mixed. He finds it endearing the two of you trust each other that much and are so close. That's how he learned the two of you were lovers.
Because that's a big risk, a big promise. To mix your ashes and give it to one person. If Hua Cheng goes, you go too. If you go, Hua Cheng goes too. Which on a usual note would never happen.
Hua Cheng breaking Xie Lian's shackles is not a usual note though. He's devastated when not only one of his lovers fades away into a flock of butterflies but when his other lover does too.
The two of you would never leave him alone though, not with that ring around his neck. He knew you two would come back and you both did. Hand in hand, running to Xie Lian excitedly. The two of you would never have to disappear like that again.
Xie Lian doesn't mind that there's two of you. he has two hands, more the merrier. He's happy and loved. Isn't that all that matters?
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I thought this new ashes idea of mine was cute so 🥰🙏 I hope you guys find it cute too
Sorry about grammar mistakes
#tgcf#tgcf headcanon#hualian#hualian x reader#hua cheng x reader#tgcf x male reader#xie lian x reader#tgcf hua cheng#tgcf hualian#tgcf xie lian#mxtx tgcf#mxtx#Tgcf oneshot
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Feral JD!!! I love this kinda stuff, and you already got some awesome art for it! I’ve been appreciating John Dory more and more lately, so it’s cool to find all the AUs
Got any specific scenarios you’ve been thinking about for him? Love to hear anything about it.
I also wonder about when he discovered he couldn’t read anymore, was he nonplussed? Disappointed? Didn’t realize it happened? How’d his brother figure it out and would they go about teaching him again?
I appreciate you! ✨💜👍 have a good day!
OOOOOOOOH I HAVE SO MANY ACUALLY
I'm having so much fun building his world out
I actually have a few scenarios in the works now and some mini comic ideas too, Just gotta finish them :]
The reading thing is actually an interesting point. To be honest it wasn't something I initial thought to hard about but now that you brought it up. Here are some thoughts I had on it.
(Also sorry this kinda long I got a bit carried away woops)
not being able to read does come as a shock to JD when he first realizes, It takes him a bit to come to terms with it and when he does realize its a "Shit, I really am a failure." kind of mentality.
Since he was just out in the wilderness reading and writing wasn't something he need to do, it was all about survival for him so something so simple as that never crossed his mind as a skill he could lose.
Not being able to sing/talk just sort of sprouted from when he turned grey and fully integrated himself to being alone, Truly alone. Just being by himself he never had a reason to speak, so eventual the years added up and he just couldn't figure out how to speak.
So I always figured Clay would be the first one to figure out that JD can't read. For some context JD has been away from any type of society for several years if not a whole decade at this point. just by himself out in the wilderness wander around from place to place. So loneness has set in hard and he hasn't had a conversation with someone since being on his own.
JD tends to approach his brothers when their on there own or hanging out with each other. He tends to avoid large crowds and sticks to the outskirts of pop village unless there is immediate danger within the village. They had a spider incident a week ago but JD dealt with that real quick. The village still has pretty mixed options on allowing him to stay but considering the brothers haven't even been able to get JD to come inside branch's bunker yet. It's not something the they have really considered or cared about yet.
Also for Clay figuring out JD cant read it would probably go something like this...
Being in a book club Clay can often be found reading books around pop village. So when its a beautiful sunny day. He decides that it's the perfect time to catchup on his latest book. That quickly becomes wishful thinking however when he feels the brush of fur against his arm. He's surprised to see John Dory crouched next to him head tilted leaning into his personal space. Just sort of staring at his book with a curious look on his face. He's not interacted this close to JD yet on his own, usually he only makes an appearance if Floyd or Branch are around. So being on his own with John so close makes him pretty nervous. Especially since previous interacts between the two of them haven't been the best. John may or may not have tried to attack him and Bruce at their first interaction. It was quite a shock to all the brothers when they discovered that not only Floyd but also John Dory had been kidnapped by the pop star wannabes. If Clay's being honest he didn't believe Floyd when he first told them that John Dory was still trapped some where in the dressing rooms. It didn't make any sense to him. Why would they keep leave John backstage for their big performance. Unless they had already sucked him dry of his talent. What they actually discovered Clay could have never seen coming. Their brother, their oldest brother was practically unrecognizable, In both behavior and colour. He still thinks about when they found him in that room huddled in the corner. The terrify snarl that came from him when they tried to get close. Heck. he didn't even know a troll could make such a noise. So what was he doing here with him now?
"Uh . . . hi?" Clay asked curiously his voice wavering slightly.
He could see John's ear tilt towards him so he must have heard him and was at least listening. Hopefully.
"what uh . . . what brings you here today?"
A low deep rumbled sounded out from John's throat has he lifted his hand nearest to the book and brought it closer to himself. Eyes flickering across the page. To Clay it looked as if he was trying to read the pages so without a word he tilted the book more towards JD and waited. Just watching him. As seconds turned into minutes he could feel the frustration growing inside his brother, from the way his brows knitted together, to the way he kept getting closer to the book. Like if he looked harder, tried harder it would all make sense. That was when it clicked.
He cant read. Clay thought.
He can barely talk, if grumbling even counts as talking. Can't read and chances are he cant write anymore ether.
With a scoff John shoves the book away from himself slides down from the rock to sit on the grassy earth below.
Clay felt odd. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. Pity? Hurt? No that wasn't quite right. Emptiness? A sense of loss? A mix of everything he guessed.
He never really considered how John must be feel. That it must be . . . frustrating. Not just being alone for so long that he unconsciously forgot things that always seemed so, basic. Normal to everyone. That writing and singing songs came so natural to all of them. That the once self-proclaimed leader of Brozone couldn't even read his own lyrics anymore. He could never imagine not being able to read again. Being left unable to communicate even the simplest of things, but here John was. Going through all that. Practically alone. Clay frowned well he stared down at his once proud brother and then a flicker of hope flashed through his eyes.
". . ."
"Do you want to read again?"
His ear perked up at that and his head quickly flipped back to Clay. An unreadable look in his eyes.
"I could teach you, to read, write, to talk again?"
He see the thoughts swirling through his eyes, the hope, that became to spark but that quickly disappeared as he sank back down towards the grass. I look of sadness crossing over his face as he began to fiddle with his claws.
"Do you not want to learn how to read again?" Clay aske bewilders
John huffed and stared at him with an unamused face
"well why then?"
John glanced to the side and gestured in way "carry on" sort of way.
"I don't understand."
John gave him a deadpan stare and flung his head to the side letting out a deep sigh.
Clay was thoroughly confused. what was he missing, what wasn't ne understanding. This was his brother, his older, former bossy, arrogant, obsessed older brother. So Clay wanted to try something. Something he had done in years.
"What, are you still to cocky to let your little brother teach you a thing or two?"
He huffed again, but this time it sounded more like a light chuckle followed by a quick eyeroll and after a few seconds John stared at him, one eyebrow raised like he was saying "are you serious right now?"
"So your telling me you'd rather sit on grass and feel sorry for yourself rather then spend time with your younger brother?"
Oh ya, That hit a nerve. If there was one thing John cared about it was his family, Family was apart of him and it always had been. His greatness strength and weakness. Something Clay figured out real quick when they were younger trollings. John must have felt as offended as he looked because next thing clay new he had already stood up and hoped right back up on the rock beside him.
"Same old Dory"
To which John responded by giving his brothers shoulder a shove and jerked his head towards the book down in Clay's hands.
"okay okay, will start with the basics . . ."
Don't know how in character this is for Clay but I tried guys. So yeah that's my thoughts so hopefully this makes sense.
Also if any Fanfic people out there stumble across this and start thinking they want to give try at writing some stuff for the Feral boi please do I would LOVE to read it. Like tag me please so I can read it and draw it.
Anyway imma go to bed byeeeeeee
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hi, i really liked your work in ao3, so i’d like to request about joel where reader is pregnant and she’s freaking out a bit about telling joel, afraid he’s not going to take the new well, mostly cause of his traumas, but also cause it’s not a safe environment to raise a kid. thank you!
So sorry this took me absolutely forever to get to my lovely, school has been super busy for me! But I'm so happy that you liked my other Joel works and came over here send a request <3 I hope you like this!!
WC: 3.6K (this one got away from me woops)
Warnings: afab!reader, pregnancy, set in Jackson, no real spoilers (that i noticed), one cuss word, mentions of doubts and intrusive thoughts over the pregnancy, very unedited (i am tired and i am sure there are a ton of mistakes sorry)
When the sickness first started you chalked it up to food poisoning from the twenty some year old can of Cambell’s baked potato soup you had found and eaten while out on a three day supply run. Joel had warned you about eating it, but you had been too excited over the soup and the nostalgic memories of before the outbreak that it brought with it. So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when two days later as you were hunched over the toilet, Joel rubbed your back gently and waited until after you were finished and he passed you a glass of water, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the door frame and sighed, “Told you not to eat that soup.”
You had only huffed at him and lifted your hand, motioning for help, to which Joel helped you up off the floor and helped you to bed. He left you there with your glass of water and a small trash can, but not before he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and whispered, “Rest up. I’ll come check up on ya in a few hours.”
Of course when a week passed and you were still running from bed each morning, Joel insisted you visit the doctor in town. You pushed back at first, saying that it was probably just the flu, it was that time of year right before winter fully sets in and the weather bounced from warm and cold and almost everyone had at least the sniffles. Joel, however, kept pushing and eventually he won out after a particularly rough day where you could barely hold down water and you couldn’t handle Joel’s worried glances anymore.
So the next morning, before he left for his patrol, Joel walked you to the building downtown that had long been converted into a doctor’s office. The whole walk there Joel kept fretting over you.
“You sure you’ll make it back home alright? I can ask Maria to come and walk you back when she’s finished, or have her grab Ellie to do it.”
”I’ll be fine. I swear you act like I am gonna walk out of there knocking on death’s door.”
Joel of course gives you an exasperated look as the two of you turn the corner to the main hub of Jackson that was downtown and he gives a huff before saying, “You just have me worried. I’ve never seen you this sick and you haven’t been getting any better. It’s been two weeks, you should be getting better by now.”
“Joel, I really think you are making a mountain out of a molehill here,” you reply to his worry, trying to reassure him just a little, but as he opens the door for you to enter the doctor’s office he just shakes his head while looking at the ground. When he meets your eyes again, he says with full seriousness, “I don’t think you ‘re taking this serious enough. Maybe I should stay an’ make sure you don’t downplay everything.”
At that you take a step forward towards Joel and stick a finger on his chest with your eyebrows raised.
“Oh no, you are going to go do your patrol with Tommy. I can do this like an adult,” you pause and meet Joel’s hazel gaze, reading into his worry with a sigh, “and I promise I will tell the doc the whole truth, leaving nothing out. You aren’t going to lose me to something as small as the flu Joel Miller, you’re stuck with me.”
That earned you a small quirk of Joel’s lips, before he sighed again before nodding. You gave him a small smile back and pressed a kiss to Joel’s nose before whispering a goodbye and walking into the doctor’s office.
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Well, Joel was right it would seem. It wasn’t the flu like you had assumed. You weren’t even sure how to wrap your head around what the doctor had come in and told you. He had told you that he ran the test twice just to be sure, but both had come back positive. You were pregnant and there was no doubt in your mind whose child it was.
You didn’t mean to start crying, but once it started you couldn’t stop, the tears cascading down your cheeks as your shoulders shook with silent gasping sobs. Your doctor held you, letting your tears soak his shoulder as he ran a comforting hand up and down your back. From his reaction, you doubt this is the first time he’s comforted someone with news like this, afterall who wants to bring new life into a world like the one surrounding you now, it wasn’t a safe environment for children.
Once you had calmed, the doctor pulled away and with a gentle voice started giving you the pregnancy spiel- avoid this, don’t drink that, try to eat more of this. All of it was a blur in your mind, shock clouding your thoughts. The doctor told you he estimated that you were about six or seven weeks in, which is when morning sickness tended to make an appearance. So he gave you a bottle of multivitamins to start taking as well as a chamomile and ginger tea that is supposed to help the nausea. He also gave you a small bag of honey and mint candies, saying he was a little worried about your lack of calorie and fluid intake over the last week, telling you to drink the tea and try and suck on a few candies until you thought you could hold down actual food.
As you got ready to leave, your tote of goodies, as the nurse had called it, slung over your shoulder, the doctor gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and a small smile telling you, “Try not to worry too much, you’re in the best spot in the whole country to be going through something like this, and you aren’t alone, you have a whole town at your back. Not to mention the hardest fighter in town beside you.”
You returned his smile, though your’s was hollow and full of worry, and nodded. You wished the doctor and the nurse a good week and walked home, not stopping until you were alone in your bathroom sobbing as you slid down the wall in your shower.
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Weeks passed and your nausea and morning sickness eased with the help of the tea which you drank in the mornings, smiling over the rim of your mug as Joel drank his coffee, always offering you some and you always declining. He never seemed any suspicious of your condition. He believed you that evening when you had told him a lie, told him that you had been right, that the doctor said it had been the flu making you sick. He didn’t question you when in the mornings after saying you were better you still drank the tea telling him you had really liked it and just didn’t want it to go to waste, when in reality you were still waking up with a queasy stomach each morning.
You aren’t completely sure why you continued to hide the pregnancy for Joel. He didn’t say it much, but he had told you that he loved you, he showed it to you almost daily through small things like bringing you fresh eggs when you mentioned a craving for cookies but you were missing that one ingredient, how he brought home you favorite food from the dining hall once you were finally able to hold down food again, how he surprised you with a gift yesterday- a small wooden bird carving he’d started for you when he noticed you’d been feeling down. He loved you, you knew this, and you loved him, but you were terrified of telling him. What if it changed how he felt? What if he didn’t take the news well?
You should know to ignore these doubts, you really should, but they cloud your thoughts anyway. Joel had already been through so much with his daughter, Sarah, and his adoptive daughter, Ellie. He’d long since confided both of their stories to you, he had told you how the death of his daughter had shattered him and how his cross country trip with Ellie had broken him back down once more. What if the pregnancy brought up all the bad memories and traumas for him? What if it was too much for him to go through the process of raising, caring, and protecting another kid?
That’s not even mentioning your own personal worries of the pregnancy. You knew Jackson was one of the safest places left, but that doesn’t mean that it is completely safe from the outside world. The town often had enough raids from hunters to remind you of that fact, and the hordes of infected wandering up north and getting closer to town were of no comfort to these worries either. And what about all the possible complications? Things could always go south and put you at risk. You could die giving birth, the baby could die, both of you could die. You both could end up as just another name on Joel’s list of loss. You didn’t want to be another source of pain for him, you didn’t want to hurt the man you loved like that.
So you don’t tell him. You continue to smile at him over the rim of your mug each morning. You continue to live your life around Jackson like nothing is different and you live in fear of the day you can no longer hide yourself from the man you love.
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Months pass and you continue working. You continued patrols with Joel and you kept putting on the facade that everything was fine and like there wasn’t a constant fight going on in your head. Joel of course ever observant gave you worried looks like he could see through your mask, but never brought it up nor asked you what was troubling you. It was tearing you apart being the only one that knew and unable to bring yourself to say anything.
The nausea and morning sickness started to fade around the three month mark and you were truly overjoyed to not be waking up feeling ill each morning. But of course there had to be a downside. You only got another two weeks without the morning sickness before you noticed the thing that was going to be your undoing.
You had been pulling on your jeans, getting ready for the day’s patrol- one of the longer routes and you’d be accompanied by both Joel and Tommy- only when it got to buttoning them, you couldn’t. You’d noticed them getting a little tight, but had hoped that you’d have more time. Luck had never been on your side however, so as you struggled with the button you could feel your heart in your throat as your panic started to take ahold of you.
After several minutes you gave up, knowing your struggle was going to stay fruitless. Looking around your room for a solution, you paused on your spare pair of boots. As quickly as possible you dethreaded both sets of shoelaces and slipped them through your jean’s belt loops as many times as possible before tying the sides together and zipping the jeans closed as much as you could.
After shoving your boots that still had their laces on, you raced downstairs and rushed out an apology as you slipped your coat on, the weather still holding its chill.
“Sorry I couldn’t find my warm sweater. Let’s go before Tommy starts complaining about us holding him up.”
Joel just shook his head with a fond smile, holding your bag out for you to take as you passed to leave the house.
The walk to the front gate was quiet, the morning sun just gracing the horizon as you rubbed your hands together and slipped them into your pockets for your gloves which you hurriedly pulled on. Like you had predicted, once you reached the gate, Tommy stood next to his horse with his arms crossed and he spoke up as you and Joel approached, “What took you both so long? Coulda slept in in my nice warm bed if I’d known you’d be late.”
You rolled your eyes as Joel helped you up onto your horse and he replied, “Someone couldn’t find their warm sweater even though it was hanging right there in the closet.”
Gasping, you nudged Joel’s shoulder with the toe of your boot as he walked away, grumbling, “Just throw me under the bus why don’t you. See if I agree to go on anymore patrols with you two.”
Tommy laughs as he swings onto his own horse before leading the three of you out of Jackson and out towards your path for the day.
The three of you travel in silence for a little bit, you yourself enjoying listening to the early morning bird songs. Once you all get to the first sign-in point, you all take the chance for a pause and a stretch. You walk around the converted home, stopping to look through the bay window in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The room was clearly a kid’s room, the walls painted with fields and a barn and farmhouse surrounded by houses, cattle, chickens, and bison. The bed one of those that grew with a kid, going from cradle to toddler bed. Toys and stuffies long forgotten and scattered around the room. You leaned down and picked one up, a weathered build-a-bear wearing a pair of faux denim overalls and a red handkerchief. Gently you wiped the dirt and dust off the eyes, letting the black plastic shine once again.
Without realizing it, one of your hands drifted down to lay on your lower abdomen as you swallowed heavily and your eyes start to water. But you don’t get too far, as a soft knock on the door behind you brings you back. Turning, you find Joel looking over you, eyes slightly worried as he holds out a small pack of dried fruit. You give him a small smile and set the bear down on the bed before grabbing the food, noticing the hand on your stomach, quickly laughing and patting the hand there saying, “You must have heard my stomach growl downstairs.”
Taking your lead Joel gave you a grin replying, “Thought there was a runner up here from all the noise it was making.”
You huffed a laugh, kissing Joel’s cheek as you walked back downstairs and let out a sigh of thanks to whoever let you get away that easily with such a terrible lie. But you didn’t dwell on it, the three of you hopping onto your horses and setting out on the trail once more.
As you went this time, Joel and Tommy passed the time with conversation. You though just listened to them, eating the fruit Joel had given you and occasionally adding little input when prompted.
Tommy made mention that the meat stores were running a little low and he’d been asked to try and catch a deer if he could. That led the two down a conversation over how the food stores as a whole were doing and if there needed to be any supply runs anytime soon. You however zoned out at this knowing they would probably get wrapped up in the conversation. Instead you looked around as you rode, both to keep an eye out for anything and to keep your mind busy. Not that it worked as your mind drifted.
You were starting to show and while it wasn’t too noticeable right now, it would only be a matter of time before nothing fit and you’d be forced to tell Joel, or he’d figure it all out himself. At this point you're worried over his anger at being left in the dark over this for so long as well, adding to the number of worries you already held. The doctor had told you on your last check up that all your stress and worrying was causing your blood pressure to raise and that worried him. He had urged you to take a break, to try and relax but you couldn’t, not when relaxing meant your thoughts would be given more time to circle and bring you more stress and worry. You just wished all of this would disappear, that everything was fine and you only had to worry about the usual things like hunters and infected. You hated yourself for it, because you had truly not wanted it, but in the beginning you had hoped and prayed that something would happen, that this would go away and you wouldn’t have to tell Joel. But here you are and you should have known that this child being part Joel meant it wasn’t going to give up, that it was going to be there no matter how hard they had to fight, and fuck did you already love the little devil, but the worry it brought left you breaking apart.
Hearing your name shouted pulled you from your thoughts. Jerking your head you met Joel’s worried and confused look as he said, “Come on, Tommy is gonna go start a fire for us all to warm up an’ I spotted some deer tracks so you an’ me are gonna go see if we can find anything…..you good?”
Looking around, you noticed the three of you had reached the next sign in spot on the patrol route while you had been lost in your thoughts. Turning back to Joel you nodded before sliding from your horse and tying her up.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just got a little lost in thought. Sorry.”
Joel just nodded slowly, his worried look not leaving, before he nodded his head to the right, saying, “The tracks lead this way.”
You nod, and grab your rifle from your shoulder, and start to follow after him, watching the tracks as the two of you go. It didn’t take long to catch up to the deer, the pretty female gazing on an open patch of grass only a fifteen minute or so walk from where you both had left Tommy and the horses. Quietly, both you and Joel looked through your scopes that the deer as she slowly stepped and ate at the patch of grass. You had had a clear shot, and were about to take it, knowing Joel’s own was blocked by a thin tree in front of him, but you paused when you saw movement next to her and that’s when you saw the small fauntling clinging close to its mother’s legs.
For some reason all of your worries came to a head as you saw the two together, and your hands shook as you put your rifle down. Joel turned to you confused as he had yet to notice the baby, so you just turned to him and shook your head and pressed your fingers to your lips before pointing to the deer and cradling your arms, signing to him that she had a baby with her. Joel took another quick look and sighed, putting his rifle down as well when he finally saw the fawn.
The two of you started back to Tommy to tell him that the prints had been a dead end, but halfway back you couldn’t help but pause, and say, “Do you ever feel jealous of them?”
Confused, Joel turned to look at you where you stood and shook his head as he said, “What?”
You sigh and refuse to meet his eyes as you motion back to where the deer were, clearing your throat.
“The animals. Do you ever get jealous over how they aren’t chased after like we are, how they can’t turn into monsters that become murderous and hunt down the rest of their species? They just have to worry about running fast enough away from those of us that are living so they don’t become some terribly seasoned stew.”
Joel takes a step towards you, reaching a hand out to cup your shoulder, and says your name, “Where is this coming from? Does this have to do with what’s had you so stressed lately?”
You opened your mouth to reply, to brush it all away and just say nevermind, that it didn’t matter it was only a thought, but you met Joel’s eyes, the hazel swirling with concern and his voice laced with the need to help. In that moment every reply is lost to your tongue and your eyes swell with tears as you utter the words you’d been so terrified to share.
“Joel, I’m pregnant.”
The seconds ticked like hours as you realized you finally let the truth slip. As you watched the emotions filter over Joel’s face. Surprise, confusion, worry….wonder. His eyes danced around your figure as a single tear finally slipped.
“You’re sure?”
You nodded choppily and you gave him a timid smile.
“Yeah…turns out you were right months ago, it was never the flu,” you paused, taking a shuddering breath before continuing, “I…. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I-I just didn’t know how and my head kept fueling all these ‘what ifs’ around my thoughts and I just didn’t know how to handle it but god I should have told you and I am sorry.”
Gently, Joel cupped your face and wiped away the tears that had fallen as you apologized. He looked at you like you had just whispered to him the secret cure to the infection, one that didn’t involve Ellie.
Joel’s eyes bounced between your own as he asked, “How far….how far along are you?”
“Almost three and a half months,” you reply, your stress slowly fading to the background and slipping away.
Joel, as if he could see all of your doubts over the last three months, looks you right in the eye as he says, “You don’t have to worry anymore. Nothing will happen to either of you, not under my watch.”
Have an idea or headcannon you want written for Joel? My askbox is open! Feel free to send it to me! Thanks for reading and check out my other Joel fics! <3
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I'm sorry but I have to share the emotions I'm feeling right now with someone and I chose you as my victim (love you!)
Quick question, but are you ever listening to a song and imagine a little music video for it in your brain, it's like a movie and everything
Okay well my brain just did a thing with:
The Last Time by Taylor Swift ft. Gary Lightbody
just imagined a duet between y/n and Loki
Just pure angst in my head right now, I'm talking tears, broken whiskey glass on the floor, camera spinning around both of them getting multiple angles
(I swear I'm fine LOL just dramatic)
Hiiiiiiii!!!!!! I've missed you!!!! And I will always be your willing victim (love you too!)
I have actually done that! More then Iike to admit lol but if you were looking for angst look no further!!! Ask and ye shall receive 😁😈💚 here we go.....
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The Last Time.....
Pairing: Loki x female reader
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, established relationship, toxic relationship, yelling, swearing, breaking things, all the angst, ambiguous ending.....
Summary: You and Loki have been on and off for awhile, but when you truly love someone when i enough enough.....
A/n- aaaahhh!!! Finally getting to my asks!! Woop woop!!! And........a new pic for you as well....😁😁😁
You sat on the floor in your room putting the last of his clothes in a box. It wasn't the first time he had left without a word, in fact he had made a habit of it but this time felt different. What was months had turned into a year. You sighed closing the box grabbing the tape when you heard a knock at the door. "He's early." You said looking at your phone as you jumped up you hurrying downstairs when another knock sounded at the door "coming thor!" You called out reaching the bottom of the stairs you made it to the front door, grabbing the handle you pulled it open freezing at the site in front of you.
"Thor hmm?" He snarled looking down at you. "Loki...what do you want?" You snapped crossing your arms watching his shoulders slump "may I please come in darling?" He asked quietly, the deep emerald of his eyes boring into you. "I...I don't know." You said looking down at your feet "please love i...I needed to speak to you." He said taking a step closer to you. Taking a deep breath you looked back up at him "fine, but only for a minute." You said opening the door wider stepping aside as he walked in, his long purposeful strides leading him to the living room as you shut the door following behind him. "I see you've changed the house a bit." He said sliding the sleeves of his leather jacket up revealing his forearms you looked around remembering the day you got rid of his reading chair and replaced it with an end table "what do you need Loki?" You asked standing on the other side of the room.
He ignored your question as he went into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets he came back with a bottle of whiskey and a glass "it's good to see you too." He snarked sitting on the couch pouring himself a drink. "Look Loki, I don't know why your here or..." you were cut off watching him down the drink in one gulp before slamming the glass down "how long?" He asked pouring another "how long what?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "my brother....how long?" He asked again his eyes meeting yours "we aren't....he was coming over to pick up your things." You said, your voice raising at his accusation. "Ah, so I leave for a bit and you just move on?" He asked waving his hand at where his chair had previously been. "Loki it's been a year!" You yelled, your anger beginning to rise the longer he was there.
"Yes, and I had assumed the woman who said she loved me would wait for me." He sneered downing another drink "to be honest, when i found myslf at your door, like evey other time I pictured you in your room...alone...awaiting my return." He said, his eyes meeting yours again, a sadness in them you hadn't seen before "and when you opened the door and your eyes met mine...everthing felt...better again." He said looking back down at his glass "I always come back do I not?" He asked quietly, his voice shaking.
And right before your eyes, i'm breaking,
No past, no reasons why, Just you and me,
"Yes, you come back until things become too real for you!" You yelled feeling your eyes burn "until things get to serious and then your off again." You said crossing your arms. "I just...you always put everything else before me!" He yelled standing up. "What? My job....my responsibilities!?" You yelled back waving your arms "you know very well what I mean, do not play coy with me!" He yelled. You took a step back remembering the last time he left "oh, so this is about your insecurities." You sneered watching him shake his head. "You do not understand the hold you have on me!" He yelled throwing his glass to the floor shattering it into pieces making you step back "You could beak my heart in the blink of an eye if you choose to, so yes...I left before you could." He snapped "and broke mine instead?" You pushed back "I only wanted to be at the top of your list, not your pastime." He said shaking his head.
"So you find yourself at MY door, like all the times before wearing your best apology but you know what Loki?" You sighed shaking your head pushing a piece of glass away with your foot "all those times I let you back in, I allowed you to consume me and you left...I watched you leave over and over to go god knows where and do God knows what and with who." You said feeling a tear steam down your cheek looking up into his eyes "i only ever wanted to be your priority loki, to be at the top of YOUR list, but all I ever got was you going, and breaking my heart everytime you did." You said unable to keep your voice from shaking.
And right before your eyes, I'm aching
Run fast, nowhere to hide, just you and me
"Y/n, this the last time I'm going to ask you, put me at the top of your list, make me a priority in your life," Loki said taking a step closer to you "I will not let you continue to break my heart." He said sternly making you look up at him "that is the last time you tell me it's me! The last time you tell me I've got it all wrong!" You yelled taking a step closer to him, his large frame towering over you "this will be the last time I tell you it's been you all along, it was not." He said seeing a tear stream down his cheek you closed your eyes "this is the last time I let you in my door Loki...i...I can't..." you trailed off covering the sob that escaped from your lips. "This is the last time y/n, I won't hurt you anymore...I swear it." He said falling to his knees in front of you.
"Please y/n, I need you." He said wrapping his arms around your middle, holding you tightly as if you would disappear "Loki..." you sighed placing a hand on the top of his head "what if...what happens when you leave again?" You ask shakely as he tilted his head up, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours "I won't...I'm not going anywhere. I want you....only you." He said sternly as you closed your eyes "I can't do this again, my heart can't take it." You said hearing glass slide against the hardwood floor as he shifted "let me prove myself to you, please y/n...let me show you." He said making you shake your head. "I...I can't do this right now." You said feeling Loki's grip loosen around your waist. "Y/n.." loki whispered as you stepped back.
"You can sleep on the couch tonight, if...in the morning if your still here maybe we can talk." You said slowly walking around the glass on the floor leaving Loki where he was "I'll go get you a blanket." You said turning around seeing him still kneeling on the floor, his head nodding slightly as you turned and walked up the stairs. Making your way to the linen closet you pulled out your phone quickly dialing Thor as you opened the door grabbing a blanket "Lady y/n, is everything alright?" Thor's voice boomed through the speaker "um...yeah I just...tonight isn't a good night." You said grabbing a pillow "maybe tomorrow night, I'll let you know." You said closing your eyes are you really going to let him stay you asked yourself when you heard Thor again "he's there isn't he?" He asked making you sigh "yes...he is." You whispered "Alright, let me know if you need anything." He said "thank you Thor." You said quickly hanging up you gripped the pillow and blanket in your arms heading back downstairs.
"Ok, here you go." You said seeing Loki hadn't moved from where you left him, but the glass on the floor had been cleaned up, and now sitting on the coffee table next to the whiskey bottle "thank you y/n" He said slowly standing up walking to the couch not looking at you as he grabbed the blanket spreading it out "So, in the morning?" You asked biting your lip when his eyes finally met yours "yes, in the morning." He said, a seriousness in his eyes that sent a shiver through you "Ok, goodnight." You said turning back to the stairway "Goodnight y/n." You heard him say as you walked up the stairs.
You made it to your room, slowly closing the door before sitting on the bed looking at the box you had been packing "Loki..." you whispered. Grabbing your pillow you laid down closing your eyes, wondering if he would still be on the couch in the morning....
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Have you got some Takoyama headcanons? 🐙
yeah i have quite a little written down in my notes app,, ghhh ghfgbh,, not the best and im. a lil shy, also kinda worried that alot of these are just mad obvious but ummm yeah this is what ive got for now, sorry it took so long to get to you!
some Takoyama headcanons!! woop woop
* ambidextrous (aka doesn’t have a more dominant hand)
* i imagine his house is connected to his salon(probably in an upstairs or downstairs area)
* definitely a bit wealthy, makes a hella good earning like wjat da hellllllll hes got a fancy ass sports car in the anime hes def not poor
* has two legs under his dress, suckers at the bottom of his feetsies, wears flip flops/sandals or whateva
* likes rain probably
* good swimmer(obviously)
* very much an early bird, sleeps early
* can take care of himself very well, doesn’t usually ask for help with things
* overworks himself a lot :( poor baby
* rarely swears in blue form but is a huge potty mouth in red form
* hates messes, likes keeping things as tidy as he can
* has a super bedazzled flip phone instead of a regular cellphone cuz he can just close his phone shut all sassy to hang up a call 🤭🤭🤭 ooouuuu
* red takoyama is really warm to the touch whilst blue takoyama is colder
* has a waterbed fs (i also like imagining his mattress is circular instead of rectangular lol)
* sleeps with alotta pillows, how comfy
* mutters/mumbles/talks a bit in his sleep
* if he hugs you he can just sorta latch on and wrap around u, and its really hard to pry him off if he doesn’t wanna let u go
* likes being a bit fashionable whenever he can teeheee
* loves decorating the interior of his salon and home!!!!!!, def has a very beachy oceany sea vibes to his house
* just really friendly, he probs knows like,, everyone and has connections or whatever(at least as his blue self)
* probably sees yoko as a sister i think thats cute
* its very cool to imagine that he used to just straight up live in the ocean before moving to parappatown to pursue his hairdressing career
* smells like shampoo, hair products, some kinda sea scent,, maybe a lil like sea food potentially?🤔🤔🤔(it depends on the day i guess)
i did leave some out bc theyre my cringe selfshippy ones bu bu bu bu but please eat these up please enjoy pls pls plsss!!!!! *runs away sobbing* STOPYELLINGATME
(disclaimer some of these were inspired/given to me by pals and stuff:3 thank you all)
#parappa the rapper#um jammer lammy#hairdresser octopus#takoyama#parappa the rapper 2#headcanon#headcanons#character headcanons#i love this guy so much#i love takoyama#please dont laugh at me!!!!#favorite character of all time
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To hop on previous ask, can only omegas get pregnant? What about female betas like Dr. Keller? If she had a mate- alpha, beta, or omega- who was male, could she feasibly get pregnant? I know there's fics where a/b/o were like a secondary gender so a man who presented as an omega might get pregnant because they have both sets of parts- though i've seen some backlash on that from people calling it transphobic, but that's neither here nor there.... woops, let that train get away from me XD anyway, i would be curious to hear your take and/or how that might work in your version, or even just your version in this particular fic. Are Betas basically seen as the enders of family lines? Oh oh! And how does the passing on of family lines work? Is it strictly patriarchal where the sons' names are always taken by the bride or is it the alphas, male or female, who "continue" the family line? I'm thinking about Mulan 2 where because she was the only child, all of her ancestors would no longer be honored because she'd have to go to her husband's ancestors after the marriage (meaning Mushu would be out of his guardian job- again- which of course leads to highjinks of him trying to break them up before the wedding, and here i am getting distracted again...)
Sorry for the long and rambly ask. Hope you're doing well, or at least taking time to recover if things aren't going as well as they could be. Remember, you are important, and you don't have to "earn" rest, nor do you have to have anything "bad" happen to earn it either. Idk if i said that right, but i'm gonna stop 'cause this ask is too long already XD
<3<3 - crow anon
Alphas, betas, and omegas can get pregnant! It's just omegas that are only fertile during their heat cycle, but they can get impregnated by alpha, beta, or even another omega during that time. Alphas and betas are more like us regular humans, as they can get pregnant at any point and don't rely on a heat/rut cycle for fertility. Though the standard pairing is alpha/omega (and that's what gives the status of purebred for alphas and omegas that have that parentage), as we've seen in the fic there can be alpha/beta pairings (Price's parents), or beta/beta pairings (Gaz's parents), and like in the last ask, in a larger pack you might have beta/omega or even omega/omega pairings.
Things like adoption, fostering, surrogacy, and (for the rich) IU and IVF, still exist in the world of the fic. Let's take Laswell and her wife for example. They're both betas and if they decided they wanted a pup at some point, they could go a lot of routes like adoption or IU or surrogacy. With the IU/surrogacy options, they'd have a choice of an alpha or beta donor (if they cared about the potential presentation of their pup later on, which I don't think they really would.)
And I know someone is going to ask, if the omega has male anatomy, and the alpha has female anatomy, the omega will be the one impregnating the alpha. Male omegas still go through heat cycles, but it's more like a male alpha's rut, and they're still only fertile during the heat cycle and could only impregnate their alpha during that time. The male omega will still feel the intense instincts to care for the pup, even if they themselves didn't birth the pup. Same with adoption at any age (I think I did talk about this at one point), omegas will develop those intense instincts to care for pups that aren't their own. Even from outside a pack.
As far as family line goes, that's a bit trickier. It really depends on the type of pack. The more normal, small pack with just two people would be closer to what we'd expect from a marriage in our world. In traditional alpha/omega packs, the omega would take the name of the alpha, and that's probably the case in most alpha/beta packs too. Beta/beta packs it would probably be whichever has the cooler name lmaoo, or they might just keep their own names. It's kind of just up to personal preference.
In larger packs though, obviously you've got multiple people with multiple names and they're not just all going to take the pack alpha's name (as we see with the pack in the fic, they don't all have Price's name). Some might choose to do so, for many different reasons, but it's less expected of them versus like in a traditional pack. Omegas might, simply to show off status/claiming. There wouldn't really be any benefit to it, like they wouldn't suddenly have rights because they're mated to an alpha or part of a pack. Just like in marriages in our world, it's a simple paper that shows proof of claiming and then if the parties change their names/etc that's entirely up to them.
I hope this makes sense lol I could write a whole novel about this stuff lol.
#thank you crow anon#today is my long day so i'm really looking forward to that#that's sarcasm btw#answered#crcb lore
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🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character
🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?
🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here
🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them
🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before
Does personal lore mean it has to be about me?? I'm gonna assume yes?? I can't tell what this question wants. My personal lore is that I hated reading for most of my life. I mean more than 80% of my life. Ironic, I know. It's still incredibly difficult for me to pick up a book and just read! Somehow this did not transfer to fanfic. It's one of the few things I can read without getting fatigue.
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairing
Let's stick with good old Zack and Sephiroth for this one. I head Canon Zack is very good at brushing Sephiroth's hair. HOWEVER, in the wing AUs where Sephiroth's wing appears while he's still sane, Zack is garbage at preening. It takes too long! It's not intentional that he gets impatient and less and less careful. This has lead to tearing multiple chunks of feathers from brushing too fast.
The biggest problem is accidentally ripping a feather out from its root. Sephiroth's instincts kick in and he suddenly attacks the offender, no matter who it is. He only injures Zack once before having enough control to stop himself. Zack never holds it against him. It becomes a quiet night of the two being close until Sephiroth no longer feels overwhelming guilt for what he's done.
Sorry, got a little carried away. A well known bit of personal lore: everything I write becomes angst.
🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character
Hojo is incredibly interesting. Yes the man is a complete sociopath, but I cannot deny the steps to his madness and how it grew throughout the game and fascinating to me.
I really don't have many unpopular opinions (at least not with the Tumblr crowd). Ships though? Different story.
🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?
So in The Last Straw, I came up with this completely bullshit idea: a child with a significantly higher concentration of Jenova cells cannot absorb any nutrients except meat based protein (or the lab made equivalent). This is based off the fact that Jenova in that world survives on the lifestreams of planets, and if you look at a food chain and think of the planet as one more link, Her species is Always a predator.
I realize now, after writing all of this, that the question does ask for backstory. Woops.
Anyway, I was trying to BS a name for this condition. Then I found the significantly less severe condition of malabsorption. On a surface level, it's a condition where the body does not absorb nutrients/absorb them properly. So because this was so different than anything else I've researched, it sticks out.
🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here
The blond landed on the vehicle and Strife swiftly removed the blade. Every second they wasted on this transition meant more firepower on the truck. Cloud grabbed the handlebars with his left hand and the Buster Sword with his right. Together they swept through Shinra's ground forces, men knocked off their vehicles and onto the unforgiving pavement.
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@altocat - always kind and let's me steal her ideas
@prismaticpichu - a font of kindness who always has a Fluffy idea cooking. Great when I need some joy.
@winter-doggo - his art always makes me smile. And he still leaves great comments on my fics despite my sudden lack of online interaction.
And you! Yes you, @shadowbanshee , because you're one of the only people that's left me asks like the ones I see for everyone else I follow. I still see likes for the "CC Sephiroth finds CCTV footage of Lucrecia" from December!
I'm not saying there aren't others. I just don't want this post to be any bigger lol. Know if I didn't mention you, I still appreciate you!
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Silver fox and the Captain - Chapter 6
Chapter 5 - /Masterpost/
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Word count: 3,2k
Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, SMUT, oral and vaginal sex, a little bit of angst, some fluff
Summary: Your new life at the compound seems like a dream, except that the unpredictability of your future at the hands of SHIELD has you on edge, along with a deepening sense of need for Steve Rogers
Note: Woop woop another chapter of this cute little series. I really like it, and kinda enjoyed how this little chapter turned out. lmk what you think if you feel like it, sweeties<333
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You tapped your foot restlessly, staring at the door as if you could summon him. He was supposed to be here half an hour ago. At least! You’d seen the jet land from your window, and had basically not taken a full breath since. Your skin sizzled, nerve endings straining this way and that, wanting to feel someone else’s skin. A particular someone else…
Another restless, tortured minute, and then you heard him bound down the hall, and his pace told you he was just as impatient to get to you as you were to receive him. Feigned nonchalance thrown out the window, you wrenched yourself out of your door to crash into him. You’d learned pretty early on that Rogers caught whatever you threw at him, including yourself.
He caught you about the waist and spinned as he tucked you into his embrace, lips molding to yours immediately. Sparks of relief and pleasure imploded inside you at the touch of your lips to his.
He wasted no time, striding in wide steps to carry you back inside your room and straight to the nearest surface he could lay you out on, which happened to be the coffee table in front of the sofa. Putting you on your back on the wooden surface, he got on his knees between your eagerly splayed thighs and hunched over you to start mouthing at your neck, an honest-to-god growling noise leaving him as he coated the skin in his saliva and bit down to suck a mark into the spot beneath your ear.
You gasped and arched against him, hands fumbling blindly to undo his plaid shirt. Glorious, smooth and warm skin met your palms and you couldn’t consume his torso with your hands fast enough. The muscles in his abdomen shifted under your touch, and Rogers thrust against you lightly as his lips moved to suck another mark just below the one he’d just made.
Impatient, you were so fucking impatient for him.
His already straining bulge pushed up against your leggings clad pussy, and your moan was loud in the open room. You were already wet, had been for too fucking long, ever since you heard the jet approaching the compound to be honest.
“You took so fucking long,” you practically whined as he rolled his hips again, and past-you would never have believed the needy tone to come from your lips. But alas, Steve took all your neediness and craved more.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he said against your skin, littering your neck with kisses, moving his hands to remove your leggings and underwear in one swift motion. “I’m here now, baby, I got you,” he whispered in your ear as you both fumbled to unclasp his belt and undo his fly.
Your hands went into his hair, trying to anchor yourself against the onslaught of emotion at having him back. Four days on a mission was becoming way too long, and you almost felt like crying at finally being back in his arms, to be enveloped by his scent and his warmth, to hear his hot breath puff in the air around you and look into his piercing, blue eyes, see the rim of his irises shrink away, yielding to the expanding pupil that was taking in as much of you as it could - with almost equal frenzy to yours.
Intoxicating.
You got his pants down below his ass, and truly, none of you had patience for any more sort of foreplay or preparation. You wanted to suck him off, feel the engorged head of his cock twitch on your tongue and taste the salty leakage. You also wanted his tongue on your clit, doing that teasing flicking thing that made your limbs shiver. But all that would have to wait. Right now it was all you could do not to whimper until he got his dick inside you, your hole clenching around nothing. Oh, who were you kidding, you were whimpering like a wounded puppy until Steve pressed his tip to your hole and thrust in with one, hard, perfect, obliterating glide.
Incidentally, whimpering and whining only seemed to rile Steve up, making him fuck you that much harder, his grip tight enough to leave bruises and his breath hot in your ear as he murmured filthy ensurances.
“There you go, little fox, so perfect and wet and tight for me. Feel better now? Feel good?” he practically groaned in your ear as his hips started moving, his cock on a devastating glide inside you, his arms around the back of your neck and under your waist to pull you down, meeting his thrusts. The ache of your empty loins gave way to the tight pressure of his cock between your hips, and you whined again with carnal relief.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and threw your head back, letting your mind slip into that white hot haze of pleasure only Steve could give you. And boy did he.
After, you lay spent and sated, perfectly content on the table while Steve, ever reinvigorated by his love-making, kissed down your body to fill up on marks. He liked to mark you, you found, with hands, teeth, tongue and come. It gave him some innate, primal satisfaction in seeing the purple and blue and red splotches littering your neck, breasts and inner thighs. He practically simmered with wicked glee every time at seeing his own spend leak from your puffy, swollen pussy. Quite perfectly, you’d come to love being marked by him in return, basking in the dull ache of his teeth worrying the spots before his saliva cooled to soothe the skin.
After he’d spent what he determined a sufficient amount of time marking you, his tongue found your clit, dragging you out of your dazed reverie, and it wasn’t long until you were going again, this time riding his cock on the floor of the living room, knees scraping deliciously against the carpet.
This had been your pattern for the last month. Apart from a handful of interrogations where you had no choice but to give context for your existence and the way you’d meddled with S.H.I.E.L.Ds business the last year - you spent your days in endless relaxation. With your own rooms in the compound, wanting not for food, warmth or reading material and relatively free to roam (though all the interesting doors were always locked). In addition, Steve would spend what time he could with you, usually horizontally…
The only problem was, the endless relaxation was beginning to become…well…not relaxing. You were crawling up the walls, to be perfectly honest. One thing was the fact that you missed sprinting over rooftops and moving through the world unseen and free. Another was the fact that you still had heard nothing of what exactly S.H.I.E.L.D intended to do with you now that they had you in their custody. Were you counting down the days til your execution? Would they burst in any day and haul you off to jail, never to see the sun nor Steve again? Would they lock you up in some lab and experiment on you? Had they forgotten you? You knew it was too much to hope they’d just unlock the door and set you free one day, but it felt like you were floating in a limbo - an endless repetition of the same, mundane, uneventful days that simultaneously were so unpredictable it made your bones itch.
The only time your mind wasn’t churning away wondering when and how this all would proceed, was when you were with Steve. And while being his bedmate forever sounded rather nice at times, he wasn’t always there to share said bed. And when he went away on missions and whatnot, the black abyss of tomorrow's unknown entails would creep up your neck and settle like a brace around the back of your skull.
But all this time alone had also given you apt opportunities to plan an escape - just in case. It was probably a coping mechanism, something to take the edge of the helplessness of not knowing the fate your captors/hosts planned for you. You’d successfully copied a blue print of the compound off some unsuspecting intern in the maintenance department while on a tour with Steve, and the route had been planned. With nicked supplies from here and there, ropes, hooks, small packages of food and drink, a swiss army knife and some wads of cotton and tissue, you figured you could wing it once you were outside the compound’s gates. All you needed was the perfect time. It needed to be when Steve was at the compound, for everyone’s shoulders lowered around you, knowing he was there.
Yeah, keeping your…relationship secret had been completely impossible from the get go. One aspect was the amount of noise you’d made those first times in bed, which Steve’s team mates had given him a lot of heat for. You’d never seen him so red and flustered as when Black Widow - Natasha Romanoff you’d learned her name was - had interrupted one of your more aggressive trysts during that first week of non-stop fucking. It was meant as a room tour of Steve’s apartment in the compound, but had quickly turned into a rough pounding against the wall of his bedroom, your legs around his waist as he drove his cock into you, gasping and moaning into each other’s mouths. Spluttering, red in the face and rubbing his neck, he’d apologized profusely for her barging in without knocking. You’d never thought him more adorable, and had fisted your hands in his shirt and dragged him back to the wall immediately. Word traveled fast, and soon the whole compound knew, just like that. The other thing was that Steve spent every second he could with you, which in of itself was a dead giveaway. The plentiful of hickeys he gave you - along with the ones you retaliated with - perfectly cemented any suspicion.
No one had said anything or tried to stop you or separate you. You supposed they let Steve handle his own business - who in this whole, wide organization could you trust to know what he was doing if not Captain America, right?
Well, you were starting to wonder what the hell you were doing. You should be bailing while you still had this level of freedom. Should have been long gone by this point if you were smart, and thought logically, and rationally and…and you weren’t. Hadn’t been smart or rational or thinking straight at all since that first day at the compound. Since that first kiss with Steve outside your door….hell, since your first kiss with Steve period.
And just when that well known surge of adrenaline you used to get before bolting a situation welled up, and you could feel in your bones that you would make a move to leave as soon as darkness sank, you were called into a meeting. A meeting with Steve, or rather, Captain America. Captain America, most of the Avengers, a couple dozen secretaries, officials, officers and assistants and the grand director himself, Nick Fury.
You swallowed painfully when Steve told you, eyes widening to the point of pain. He gripped your biceps to steady you before your flight reflex could take over, and looked down at you with a mix of worry and excitement.
“Woah, woah, don’t panic. It’s nothing bad, I promise,” he said, smiling like everything was indeed dandy, all while your head was aching with the onslaught of images - images of your imminent death or imprisonment or even some form og medieval torture punishment.
Steve personally led you to the meeting. He was clad in one of his Captain’s uniforms, which had acid rising in your throat. The meeting was in one of the grander conference rooms across the compound. Your heart was pounding as you took your seat across a comically long table, others milling in from different doors and chatting idly. Black Widow, The Winter Soldier and The Falcon all entered together, clad in their uniforms. Black Widow and The Falcon laughed heartily, smiles wild with relaxed glee, and The Winter Soldier cracked a smirk behind them, muttering something that had them laughing again. They didn’t exactly seem ready to dish out any disembowelment, but it didn’t stop the incessant thudding of your heart in your chest.
More people filed in, the room filling up to an uncomfortable degree. Steve took a seat next to you, subtly squeezing your knee under the table as he flashed you a small, reassuring smile. You tried to reciprocate, and was a bit embarrassed by how much the small gesture actually settled you.
Then the big man himself, Nick Fury, entered, the last one in, sitting in the one, empty chair left, across the long table from you. One assessing eye burned across the table as it landed square on you. You had the impulse to duck under the table and disappear through a hole in the floor, but you stood your ground. You’d handled your fair share of intimidating men in your life, and would not bend so easily.
“Miss Y/N Y/L/N,” Fury started, voice booming clear across the room. You managed not to flinch at having your full, real name declared like this in front of a room full of people, and simply waited for him to continue. A smirk curled on the director’s face. “Silver fox,” he said, amused, and you flushed at the nickname you’d given yourself all those months ago. It sounded so fucking stupid coming from his lips like that, and you almost slapped a hand to your forehead. Your eyes flitted to Black Widow instead, who was already looking at you, regarding you with a smirk of her own, though her’s was decidedly more friendly. You held her gaze for a moment before looking back to Fury.
“You’ve been quite the illusive figure for a year now,” Fury continued. “You should have seen the confusion around here when the retrieval of stolen tech started to come back with bits missing. Open boxes, missing parts, curious accounts of things disappearing right under my people’s noses. And my people, for the life of me, couldn’t seem to understand what was going on,” Fury said, and it absurdly felt like he was scolding his children. Incidentally, the gathered members of the Avengers were looking part sheepish and part embarrassed. Scolded children indeed.
Then it hit you that the reason they looked like that, the reason Fury was here speaking, the reason all these people were gathered in this room now - was you. Because no matter how stealthy you’d been and how many times you’d gotten away with the stolen tech unnoticed, your presence had been noted. And through the trickle of the whole S.H.I.E.L.D organization, everyone had been affected by your actions - and not in a good way. It dawned on you how probably everyone in this room had personal reasons to be cross with you. A cold sensation went down your spine as you wondered if everyone in this room also felt the need for personal retribution…like Caius had…
Fury brought you out of your thoughts as he kept talking.
“There was a time I was sure there was a whole network infiltrating our busts and stealing our stuff. Turns out it was just one girl this whole time,” Fury said, and now there was some sort of amusement in his voice, almost like he was impressed. If he was going to dish out some punishment after this, it felt a whole lot like he was toying with you. “Stealing stuff and stealing hearts,” Fury added after a moment, and his one eye slid to Steve, who sat as still and sure as stone at your side.
Your own eyes sliced to Steve, no doubt revealing your surprise. You could feel your face flush at having your…fling so openly referenced. It was no secret, for sure, but this felt way to exposing in contrast. Also, what exactly your thing was, was a mystery to you. You and Steve hadn’t talked about defining anything, hadn’t confessed any feelings or made any promises. You could feel yourself losing the battle of your own heart to him, and that frightened you. Made some reflex in you kick in and panic. Losing any sort of emotional control to someone else was a dangerous thing, made you vulnerable, weak and exploitable - no matter that it was possibly the noblest man in the world who was pulling your heartstrings. But what Fury said…could it be possible that Steve felt something more for you? Why else would Fury be talking about his heart, and not, like, his cock or something…
Steve held Fury’s stare, unmoving, and you felt his hand brush your knee under the table, a hidden gesture of assurance. Then, as if he had a sudden change of heart, Steve lifted his hand onto the table and grasped yours in it, locking it in a steel grip as he kept Fury’s stare for another beat.
Your mind short-circuited. Steve held your hand, out in the open, for everyone in the room to see. You felt dizzy. The sheer novelty of someone so openly claiming you, supporting you, protecting you…it had your stomach doing a flip that wasn’t entirely pleasant. Steve’s hand was warm around your own as Fury brought your attention back to him.
“And now, because of Mr. Rogers here, I now find myself with an ample opportunity I think would benefit us all,” Fury said, and your mind flared with panic. Here it comes, the sentence. You found yourself opening your mouth and speaking before you knew what you were going to say.
“Director Fury, please, I don’t know how long you’re gonna drag this out, but if I could just come with one wish, it would be, well, make it anything other than drowning. Anything else. I had a friend once, or not a friend, per se, but an ally - who got into some real trouble and they found his body on the bottom of a septic tank, and -” you could hear yourself rambling, but the words wouldn’t stop. Steve squeezed your hand, but you barely felt it. “- maybe an injection? The chair doesn’t sound that bad -”
“Miss Y/L/N,” Fury tried to interrupt, but you needed to get the words out, to at least try and make this end as merciful as possible. These were good guys, right? They wouldn’t unnecessarily torture you? Right?
“And also, if you could not send me to prison in Cambodia, that’s all I ask. There is someone waiting for me there who I would rather never meet again ever and - “
“Fox,” Steve said gently, and you stopped, slamming your mouth shut, tears in your eyes, staring down into the table. Would you get one, last night with Steve? A chance to feel his warm skin on yours again?
“Miss Y/L/N, you’re not here today to get a death sentence. We’re here to discuss your employment,” Fury stated from across the table.
“What?” you blurted after a moment of shocked silence, the gears in your brains grinding to a halt.
Fury smirked.
“I’m offering you a job.”
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Cherik promt Erik helping Charles settle in Genosha
i love this one :) if y'all like these pls send me more prompts :)
this was very long and tbh might be continued at some point ! i made it sad woops but i do think charles's first few months, maybe a year, in genosha would be focused on grieving and healing.
erik wakes up to charles crying.
he's trying to do it silently, biting down on his own knuckles, but erik can still hear him sniffling.
"hey," he murmurs, shifting closer to where charles is curled up on his side. he reaches out to touch charles's shoulder. it's trembling.
"sorry," charles whispers. "i didn't mean to wake you."
"hush. i don't care," erik says. he pushes himself up to sit against the pillows. "come here."
it takes charles a moment to maneuver himself, and erik tugs him the rest of the way until he's tucked against erik's chest.
charles is crying harder, now that he's not trying to keep from waking erik up.
"talk to me?" erik asks softly.
charles shakes his head, hiccuping, but he sends i killed them.
losing raven and jean has ravaged charles's mental state since they came to genosha. it was the right thing, bringing him here. he needs the quiet, the solitude, erik's gentle guidance - needs to be allowed to grieve in peace. some of the mutants know who he is, but no one bothers him. erik thinks in time, he'll make friends, delight the children. but he's letting him go at his own pace.
some nights, like tonight, are harder than others.
charles didn't kill jean, or raven. but erik resolutely doesn't say that. erik hadn't shot charles, or killed his mother, or magda and nina. but it felt like he had, and it never helped when charles told him it wasn't his fault.
charles is going to have to make peace with his actions some day. in his own time.
erik strokes his hair, saying instead: "i know it hurts. breathe." he does know, all too familiar with that deep, gnawing ache.
charles doesn't listen, shaking his arms, crying maybe the hardest he has since he got here.
"baby, baby, baby," erik murmurs, sliding his hand under the back of charles's shirt, rubbing his hand over the skin there. it was what he'd called charles in the very beginning, and rarely did now, but it felt comforting, felt right. "shhh. breathe."
charles tries a couple times before getting in a strong exhale. erik pulls his sleeve over his hand, wiping charles's cheeks carefully. the tears are slowing down.
"okay?"
"okay," charles repeats, a little steadier, looking up at erik for the first time. he looks like shit: he's letting his hair grow back in, and it's patchy. his cheeks are wet and he's clearly been awake a long time, eyes rubbed red. but having him here still feels so precious, still makes erik's heart squeeze.
"what do you need?"
"i just want to go back to sleep. if that's alright." charles smiles a tiny bit. "maybe you could hold me?"
"of course." erik presses a kiss to charles's forehead before letting him settle back down and spooning him from behind.
he feels the quiet presence of charles in his mind, and he lets him in. it's more peaceful there, right now, and that's alright.
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Rest Now, Roo (Hope Day)
Sniper x Little!Reader
Rainbow Week 2022 (created by @whimsycreator)
585 Words
“It’s okay to feel sad sometimes, as long as you keep hope.” – Cuddles with Sniper are the perfect way to end an otherwise horrible day.
You can read it on AO3 here!
A/N: Day 5 is here, woop woop! I have a tendency to write hurt/comfort with Sniper.. probably because he's a big ol sweetheart and I want him to hold me😅
Currently, you were held in between Sniper's legs, with your legs wrapped around him to cling onto him tighter. You barely felt him faintly rubbing circles into your back; the last thing he wanted to do was upset you further, and admittedly, he was terrified that any sudden moves would only wind you up even more.
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Tears streamed down your reddened face, pressed as flush against Sniper's chest as you could manage. This week had really tested you, so the moment you were able to be alone with him, the floodgates crashed open. Luckily, Sniper seemed to have expected this, and opened both his arms and his van to your much needed emotional release.
"There, there..." Sniper muttered to you.
The sound of his voice was enough to soothe your tears in that moment, so you took a stuffy, shallow breath in. Upon exhaling, you babbled back to him, trying to reassure him without actually having to say the words – the thought of speaking was far too unappealing to even consider it, honestly.
"That's it, sweetheart. Take it easy for me, yeah?" His voice raised to a whisper.
With another deep breath, you were feeling a bit better. Sure, you still felt like a wreck (and probably looked like one, at that), but at least you had someone looking after you. Sniper was such a friendly man; he really could make anyone feel welcome and safe in his presence. That's why you kept coming back to him during these rough patches; he knew exactly what to do to help you feel better.
With his gentle persistence, your cries eventually turned into sniffles, and sniffles into soft babbles. You noticed that Sniper had been running his fingers through your hair, something he usually didn't do on his own accord. Though, if you were being honest, you found it sweet, how shy he could be – especially when handling tiny you. Despite his rough looks, he was a delicate man, always treating you with the utmost fragility.
You almost felt bad for putting all of this on him. Sniper's empathy ran deep for those he considered family, and you didn't want your episodes to be another burden he carried.
"Dada, m sorry.." You squeaked, turning your head to be heard clearly.
"Why are you apologizing, roo?"
You hesitated for a second, trying to put a coherent reason together. "I jus.. I don't wanna bother Dada.. and and.. he just got a lot too and.." You trailed off in the middle of your thought, losing the rest of what you wanted to say.
Sniper's hand moved up to softly pat your back. "You know I don't mind taking care of ya', sweetheart. You're my little roo – what kind of daddy would I be if I didn't take care of my roo?"
Somehow, you knew that wasn't a question that needed to be answered, so instead, you closed your eyes and rested on him once again. Your eyelids felt awfully heavy...
You heard Sniper's muffled voice, and you thought you mumbled something back to him. In reality, it was just as incoherent as your regular babbles, but Sniper always thought you were cute when you were sleepy, anyway. He continued to rub your back and whisper sweet little affirmations in your ear until you were fast asleep in his arms.
There he'd stay, even when became too tired to hold you upright. He simply lowered himself back onto the bed, with you on top, and kept you close until morning.
#sniper x reader#tf2 fanfiction#agere fanfic#rainbow week#rainbow week 2022#agere fandom#sfw age regression#age regression#sfw agere#fanfic#team fortress 2
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OKAYOKAY THIS IS BASED OFF A RP I HAD WITH A BOT!! (this is like early into the relationship)
Mommy inviting niwa over for dinner! kabuki gets exicted getting to see his friend!
so later that week mommy comes home from work with niwa along side her! mommy goes to make dinner while kabuki shows all his favorite toys to niwa!!
eventually they eat dinner and then its time for niwa to leave! he and mommy go to the hall to say goodbye!.. but kabuki is secretly watching from the corner!.. and that has to be the moment when niwa is getting a bit touchy with mommy.. (he didn’t understand that kabuki and her where together)
mommy freezes up so she just stands there like 🧍♀️, anyways niwa leaves and kabuki gets upset! mommy is his!
so when mommy is repairing him for bed he starts asking her questions “do you like niwa?..” mommy quickly replys “no!.. he was just a bit confused” and gets nervous.. she didnt know he saw that!.. but mommy starts thinking.. does niwa like her?…
in the end kabuki gets to sleep with mommy! but he cant get it out of his mind.. “mommy are you sure you dont like mister niwa?..”
mommy replys in her half asleep state “I only love you kabuki..” but it still doesnt sit right! so he questions her even more! which just ends up in mommy explaining all the types of love and that they dont always have to be romantic! because niwa likes her platonic!
eventually kabuki calms down and goes back to sleep to have a good dream! and the next day he got a new toy for being good at dinner! :)
(sorry if this is too long and has many spelling mistakes woops)
-💜
(dw abt length! i love reading about everyone's rp chats www give me all the details)
so cute... mommy inviting niwa over for a playdate with kabukimono and he's just so excited to have a friend over to play with! still, mommy is his favorite person to play with but niwa is a close second.
but after that event, he doesn't feel like having niwa over for a bit. he's still somewhat jealous, can't shake off the feeling that mommy will be stolen from him. he might even pout a bit when seeing niwa, mumbling that mommy is his...
kabuki is able to brush these feelings away after being spoiled rotten by mommy! she got him a new toy, pampered him, gave him sooo many hugs and kisses! he's so happy that mommy is showing her love to him. he even starts inviting niwa again, his belief firm that mommy likes no one else but him.
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I think you're
A kid
chuuya coded /j. you're very sigma + atsushi coded. plus a little dab of chemical X (nikolai humor as per your own words)
very nice. I saw you reblogging someone's post and leaving rlly kind/encouraging words in the tags.
fun to talk to, funny, kind, genuine potato 🥔
I think you really like mashed potatoes 🤭
You remind me of my other friend named Julienne 😭 (I swear if it turns out you're her, im gonna kms /j)
You've got artistic potential ✨
Kinda scared that you're the type to keep it to yourself if something bothers you (its cause of my other friend, sorry 😭) <<< if something bothers you, let them know, ayt? Your feelings matter lmao. Your feelings COME FIRST.
I hope you have fun and good friends at school/work cause you deserve it 💅💖
you've carry the group projects 💅 (usually the vice leader if not the actual leader. That OR you're a really helpful member who makes sure to contribute)
go finish that sigma rabbit analysis lmao. 🐰🐰🐰 /j
I think you're very rabbit coded too (in a way. Not going to elaborate lol.)
I'll never get over the fact that you compared yourself to a kid with a leash 😭😭
xoxo,
your secret admirer 😏
(̶J̶K̶ P̶L̶S̶ D̶O̶N̶T̶ C̶A̶L̶L̶ T̶H̶E̶ C̶O̶P̶S̶)̶
...WHY ON EARTH DID YOU WRITE AN ENTIRE ESSAY'S WORTH OF THINGS ABOUT ME. Actually, I'm flattered but also confused about the amount of effort you put into this.
Technically you are correct, but I will still fight you on this >:(
Htgsgs how dare you say that🐕.Yeah, I'm the Atsushi type heh!
You'd be right! To quote the wonderful Vash the Stampede- love and peace ✌️! I just like knowing I made someone smile or a bit happier<3
...I swear you're trying to kill me. But thank you! I'm surprised this name has stuck and just became my thing but it's kind of cool🥔 I hope all of my mutuals can never see potatoes the same again.
Htgsgs mashed potatoes are really good. But in all actuality my favorite food is Alfredo or any sort of pasta!
Your friend sounds awesome then. I hope she torments you irl as much as I do online! (Ooh hold on is that the same friend who thought you were texting a crush and you had to explain tumblr to?)
Aw ty! That was the first sketch I've done since forever. Hair is hard. And eyes. And faces. And... you get the point. I do want to improve though, so I'll keep trying.
I'll keep that in mind! And no worries, honestly the fact that you care about me enough to say that is really comforting. (Hah I'm attached to you now, it's all going downhill from here)
Thanks! I hope the same for you. My friends are awesome! They're the ones who also get to see my Nikolai side so it's fortunate they stay/j. Fun fact: I'm one of the giggliest people alive, so it's way to easy for them to make me laugh.
I could never be the leader lol, I don't have the confidence to tell other people what to do. But I'd say I'm the vice leader.
But that involves work... and effort... Actually I plan to get to it at some point. I'm impressed people are actually curious (aka I didn't plan for people to actually want to see my reasons, woops)
...Yeah I can see it.
THAT WAS ONE JOKE! Hstgs actually I'm glad you liked it. But if that's how you envision me now I will be sure to invoke all sorts of pain upon you🥰
I'll see you in court wakanai🫵 (I'm joking I would never do that to my fedya. If we go to jail we're doing it together!❤️ )
Xoxo, you're favorite potato<3
Sorry this took so long to write! And thanks a lot for all of the kind words, you have no clue how much I was smiling while making this.
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Hello!! I just wanted to say that I read your Undertale fic "the last mage" last night, and I absolutely loved it!!!
I was a bit skeptical at first but it absolutely pulled me in as I read more, I love how you wrote Iris & the other characters, and the plot was pretty clever and a very interesting idea! And it was very fun to make the choices and find the dialogue Easter eggs
I got the starshine ending on my first go, and I'll admit I haven't checked out the other routes, but damn that ending was everything I had hoped for and more!! It made me so happy that everyone got a happy ending (well, except Asgore. Rip) and I loved the relationship with Sans and how it progressed so so much.
It has absolutely become one of my favourite fics ever, and I am going to treasure it forever. So, thank you so much for writing such an amazing fic.
And a side note, the cover art was indeed absolutely gorgeous! And it helped having an image of iris in my head I read. You've a very talented friend and it's so great you've commissioned them to draw such a stunning piece.
P.s I may have accidentally sent an ask before this by accident, as I wasn't finished typing. I don't think ive even got past "hello!!" So uh woops? I'm sorry, and I would very much appreciate it if you ignore that & delete it (especially since it may have turned off anon, this is a alt blog anyway, but I'm especially shy 😅)
Oh my gosh thank you so much for saying so!!
I very sincerely enjoyed writing it even though I knew it wouldn't be everyone's first choice of something to read, so I'm very pleased you gave it a chance! Iris is still one of my favorite reader characters I've ever written and I had such a blast writing the Undertale cast.
Starshine is my personal favorite ending and even though it's kind of strange that Undertale in general has a Thing™️ about not reading the other routes, it's kind of unique to the fandom and a precious sort of meta-trust to just leave the other routes as they are despite the fact that we know all the characters are fictional. I wrote the thing and I still only re-read starshine when I read it!
I'm so so pleased that you took such a liking to my fic and it's such an honor and so lovely to hear that it's one of your favorites, you have no idea how encouraging that is and how long that sticks with a writer, no matter how big or how small their following, we come back to comments like these on good days and bad ones and just remember that somewhere out there there's someone who took a chance on a fic they were skeptical of and now it's one of their favorites and a treasured memory and if that's not motivation to keep writing - what is?
I'll definitely pass on your comments about the cover too!! I'm lucky to have such a talented friend in the Undertale artist community haha she's just so good! And you're right, having that image of Iris definitely helps when having a named reader since it's a little out of the ordinary for a second-person perspective story!
P.S. No problem haha you're all good - sometimes people "test" my mailboxes by dropping a greeting or something first to see if it works and then leave a longer ask, so I answered it right away, but I deleted it since you requested me to! 💗
#this legitimately made my whole week#I was having a terrible time#and then boom#you're amazing anon#thank you so much#saff.txt#ask saff#saffi speaks
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DJHAVGJHDGJSHG , I HAVE AN IDEA!! Well two to be honest.
Character Idea: You are a disgraced noble. Through some sort of act you committed (or whatever you can decide) you were disowned by your family. You were mocked and humiliated for being a nuisance/unfit to your family's line. JOKES ON THEM THOUGH, because later after your departure your city was taken over by cultists obsessed with releasing their deity to rain destruction. Your entire family's legacy was thrown out.
Of course, finding out this news was a heavy blow to you, and started to twist you inside out. With the mix of guilt of not staying and the humiliation you faced for years by distant relatives and close family, it all formed into your ruined ego. You on one hand wanted to get your revenge but on the other hand, you wanted to leave that behind you (intense stare at Percy)
At a first glance, you can come off as a bit of an asshole. You very much frame yourself to be a stubborn prick. Though there are moments when your cocky facade wavers and you show your more loving side (I can see this showing more once you've made good friends.)
Normally you let that torment bubble up inside of you and make sure to push it down with certain stunts. Your mind morphs how people perceive you, making you wonder whether they truly like you or are just keeping you around out of pity. Of course when realizing your connection to the massacred nobles.
PLOT IDEA (Woop woop!!):
Due to your stuffed in feelings, this equals to you being cursed with vicious nightmares. Of your family, your appearance, whatever your mind could conjure up. Any soft spot in you your mind space would try to hit. Though they were never that bad, I mean as in you would never wake up a vulnerable shell of yourself, until one night.
The flashes of some dreading imagery you couldn't take, it was haunting. You sprang up from wherever you were sleeping, a cold sweat running down your back. The feelings of somewhat dried tears would stain your face.
Thankfully you are able to hold in your cries for help, and you quickly go to scramble outside to take in some fresh air. What if one of the party members heard you scrambling out of there and got the courage to go ask if you were alright. BRING THE DRAMA IM READY!
(Sorry if this was super long, I just need to spread it so bad. Any group is fine!!)
Your mind, anon! Your mind 😳🤯💕👌
I’m gonna do a brief one liner for all three groups, and how the other would react to all your inner turmoil
Percy de Rolo - “I know how those types of days and nights can be. I’m here if you need to talk”
Laudna - “Dearie, you sound frightful. Is everything all right?”
Cadeuces - “Are you ok? I’m here if you ever want to talk”
Vex’ahlia - “Is it a bad night for you, darling?”
Beauregard - “Hey…are you ok?”
Vax’ildan - “If there’s anything you want to say, you can speak freely. I’m here if you ever need to talk or anything”
Jester - hugs you tightly with sweet words “you can tell me what happened”
Fearne - “is it ok if I sit here….? and you can yell if you want”
Imogen - “I know how that feels and all…with how my head feels. Do you want to sit?”
Orym - “Will and I used to talk about our feelings
Pike and Grog - “Sometimes Grog/Pike and I used to talk about our feelings if it got a lot…do you want to?”
Fjord - “darlin’/love you look as pale as a ghost. You know you can trust me to talk, if you want”
Essek - “I’m…not the best at these kinds of things, but I’m willing to…”
Dorian - “I know it might not be much…but I am a good listener”
Caleb and Nott- “I’ve had a many sleepless nights such as yours, but I’ve learned not all have to face it alone”
Chetney - “you’re not a burden, and you don’t have to feel like one to keep it all in”
Yasha - “I know exactly how that can be, more often I would like”
Scanlan - “you know sometimes I use composing to help me…if you want, we could figure something else out”
Mollymauk - “Bad night for you too, eh? I know how that can be”
Fresh Cut Grass - “Keeping your feelings inside for too long may hurt…and I’m a good listener”
Keyleth - “Are you ok? Can I help? Is there anything I can do?”
#critical role#headcanons#inbox asks#inbox answers#inbox requests#vox machina#bell’s hells#the mighty nein#critical role x y/n#critical role x you#critical role x reader#exandria unlimited#the mighty nein x y/n#the mighty nein x you#the mighty nein x reader
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