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pearlescentparade · 3 months ago

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Noobador fluff request where player just has to relearn how to fight after chapter 3 because the ghostwalker weakened them a ton.. so they just.. go to Noobador while embarrassed about it. bantering ouuuhhhhhh.... Maybe some resting and focus on self-care..

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on your feet 🥊 noobador x reader fluff 💝

your linked sword weighs heavy in your hand.

almost like you haven't picked it up for a long time. but you know well that that's not the case, it couldn't be, you literally just used it in the battle for the ghostwalker.. you've swung it with ease ever since you embarked on this journey up until you collected that sword, at that point it was like an extension of your arm with how well it worked in tandem with you.

and yet, it now felt like it had the weight of the world, pulling your aching arms downward to the floor. it almost strains them.

the makeshift training dummy looks down on you, pitiful. if it could come alive, it'd laugh its straw stuffing out at you. the damn thing looks just about untouched, anyone would've thought that you only started training now if they happened to walk in right at this moment. but it's been an hour, and you've barely dented it with anything that somewhat resembles a scratch.

nevertheless, you brace yourself to take another shot. deep down, you're more than aware that it's foolish of you to keep trying when you know it won't work. but even deeper down, there's that tiny sliver of naive hope that a miracle will occur, that you'll cut down that stupid dummy and prove to yourself that you're fine.

despite your shaking hands, you steady your legs and raise the sword as best as you can (said best being slightly above your navel) to cut the dummy down. you swallow down your saliva, your doubt, to heal your dry and tight throat. your eyes, aflame with resolution, fix on your target, viciously glaring at it through your brows. the goofy eyes drawn on its paper bag head innocently reciprocate the stare.

down comes your blade, with all of your strength put behind it. and in that mighty swing...

the sword lightly drags diagonally across the dummy's torso.

it doesn't even pierce the fiber of its skin of sack. you basically just tenderly caressed it like it was your lover.

your eye twitches. you aggressively exhale, like a bull seeing red.

frustrated, you simply drop the sword, carelessly letting the metal clatter on the ground. you would've thrown it, but your arms are screaming at you enough. they seem to calm down now that you've let go, though.

you sigh, the unfortunate truth dawning on you: you're not in the condition to fight or continue on your quest. but what are you to do if not that?? it's been some time since you've done anything that didn't pertain to your quest.

...as sad as it sounded, you could really use a friend. what was the saying, misery enjoys company? yea, you'd love some of that right now, because you're downright miserable. and besides, speaking in terms of street smarts, it's always smart to be with someone you trust if you're vulnerable.

but who?

griefer is the absolute last person you want to see in this state, immediate no. he'd probably hiss at and make fun of you, and it'd piss you off more because you wouldn't be able to beat him up at the moment and it'd only make him laugh at you more.

you couldn't bear to bother kyoko when she's out exploring. besides, you don't really know where she is. for all you know, she could be towns away! the spontaneous nature of adventurers...

red and blue will tire you out for a fact. they're good kids, but they're kids. they will not let you have peace.

out of everyone, only one person really appeals to you as the best to go to.

or, he did at the time.

but now that you're standing face to face with him, you can't help but feel a bit ashamed of your state. despite having finished fighting a non-sentient and still object that had absolutely no way of damaging you, you look just as poor as you feel: disheveled hair, dirty clothing, and every limb quivering. and though noobador literally answers the door in a loose tank top and sweats, he looks miles beyond proper compared to you.

"...it's you."

noobador's eyes widen ever so slightly upon seeing you at his front door as he states the obvious. it makes you shrink even further into yourself than you already are, avoiding any possible eye contact with him as you mindlessly twiddle with your fingers.

was now not a good time? he doesn't sound particularly ecstatic to see you.. no, are you serious? it's just you, he doesn't owe you an excited greeting, don't be so full of yourself- maybe he's tired. or just stunned. you don't look too good, it's probably that. yea, you'd be shocked if you saw yourself too.

"..yeah. it is." your ears feel warm as you breathlessly mutter, borderline inaudible. meanwhile, your eyes find the hinges of his door incredibly captivating. how wonderfully brassy and rusted they are. oh my, they look recently oiled. yes, much more interesting than the man standing in front of you.

noobador takes one glance over at your shaking form, scrutinizing, as if carefully considering how he should approach you. then, he leans in and holds a hand up behind his ear to block out all other noise. "whaaatt? i can't hear you if you're gonna murmur, kid."

at the first chance he gets to tease you, noobador pounces for it, the sound of a smirk weaseling its way into his tone. you're funny like this, he thinks. it's not usually in his nature to torment others, but it's not usually in yours to be so skittish, so cut him some slack.

you squint up at him, looking directly at him. finally, noobador thinks.

"i- just repeated what you said, you don't need to hear it louder!" luckily for you, noobador's lighthearted mocking reminds you to be casual. part of your anxiety quells as you scowl at him. on the other hand, you're only growing more upset when he simply laughs. though you suppose you can't be too mad, given that you're not shaking like a twig anymore.

he then leans on the doorframe, quirking a curious brow with the intention of getting down to business. "well? you need something? i'm not too keen on having a staring contest on my porch all day."

huffing, you roll your eyes, "yea, i was getting to that." after taking a moment to mentally prepare yourself, you exhale. "okay, this might be kinda out of the blue, but can i please just chill in your place? i.. i need a break and i j- uagh!"

abruptly, noobador's large hand pushes you inside by your back, and you stumble over your feet a little from the force. before you can whip around to squabble with him again, he's already moving to the kitchen, leaving you standing in his living room dumbfounded.

"make yourself at home. red and blue should be out for most of the day, so we won't be having any disturbances." his gruff voice still rings clear, even when muted slightly from the next room over.

any witty remarks you wanted to make die on your tongue, as you sit on the couch in resigned defeat. from what you've seen of him, noobador is that 'what i say, goes' type, so it really shouldn't surprise you at this point. though, when you're the boss and parent of two children, it's impossible to not be a bit pushy.

what does surprise you is how unbelievably soft this couch is. despite its somewhat worn appearance making it look like it was picked off of the side of the road, you can't help but sink yourself deeper into it. you bring your legs up and lay on your side, nuzzling your head on a pillow next to the arm of the couch.

now that you're resting, the exhaustion creeps onto your feeble body, even more so with your newfound weakness. you could almost fall asleep right here.. and your heavy, drooping eyelids definitely agree.

"taking 'make yourself at home' a bit literally, aren't we?" you immediately jolt up. or, would've- if not for noobador's hand once again playing an unstoppable force and pushing you back to laying down. as fast as you got up, you're back down, square one.

with his other hand, noobador gently sets down a steaming cup on his coffee table with a light clink. "woah- take it easy, kid. i'm just messing with ya. sleep on my couch all you want, i don't care."

when he sees your curious eyes naturally draw to the cup, he elaborates, "oh, this? 's green tea. what, you want some??" you nod, a little too enthusiastically. with the terrible day you've had, noobador almost snorts at how your eyes practically light up.

but noobador brings his hand over the top of the cup and scoots it closer to himself, safeguarding his rightfully-earned pick-me-up. "then get up and go make some yourself, since you're so comfortable now." you shoot him a deadly glare, narrowing your eyes. what was the point of offering, then?! and how evil, to tell you to get up when your body has basically already thrown in the towel..!

he holds your gaze for a short while, before he huffs amusedly, deciding he's had his healthy dose of poking fun of you today anyway. "fine, ya got me. it's for you. don't get any on my couch or i'll knock you out."

he moves to carefully hand it to you. clearly experienced and traumatized from his own kids, he takes the liberty of warning you about the scorching bottom and facing the handle towards you so as to encourage you to hold the cup from there.

"yea, yea.. thanks."

you bring it to your face and lightly blow, before cautiously sipping. a rush of warmth seeps into your bones and blooms in your blood, and you can't fight smiling against the rim of the cup. even if it's a placebo effect tricking your mind, you'd like to think it's helping you regain some of your strength back.

noobador lays back against the couch. "you young punks sure like to throw yourselves in danger, huh? hardly my age, but doing double my work.. you'll get wrinkles earlier, going on like that."

you pout, "eww, i'm not gonna get wrinkly like you.. it's just this lil hiccup and i'll be back in business!"

"even small injuries can flare up into something bigger. take it from me," a reminiscent look glosses over his eyes, no doubt thinking back to his own moments of carelessness. and there's lots to spare, with the years of experience he's had.

"wow~ inspirational," you snicker, completely unserious. but you're listening, peering at the side of his head as you take another long sip.

he groans, bringing his hands up to rub his temples. "just take care of yourself, kid. 'cause nobody's gonna do it for you."

"really? 'cause you are." the mental image of noobador constantly looking after you like some kind of housewife makes you giggle. if only! you'd take breaks waaaaay more often.

he suddenly slaps his hands on his knees and pushes off of them to get up. "what i'm hearing is that you don't want anymore tea."

wildly, you gasp, crying after him as he walks off into a different room. "what- noo! fine, you're right! i'm sooorryyy, come backk!!" your hand half-heartedly reaches out for his back, before you let it fall on the arm of the sofa.

though it doesn't take long before noobador is back, this time with a comically huge and thick blanket in his hands. did he get that from his bedroom...?

before you can comment, he throws it on you, immediately engulfing you in fluffy darkness. while you vehemently fight to find the exit, grappling and tussling underneath the blanket, you can hear his haughty laugh from outside of your prison. jerk.

by the time you pop your head out, he's already reclaiming his seat next to you. "there. now you can get your precious beauty sleep."

"and what about my pillow?"

he rolls his eyes, mutters under his breath about how 'spoiled' you are, then stretches out his arm behind your head. you grin in victory, laying your head back against his firm muscle. you are spoiled, but he indulges you, so who's really to blame here?

surrounded by warmth, everything begins to feel heavy again. fuzz coalesces in your senses, and before you drift off, you think you feel yourself being pulled towards another warm body.

(parade postscript: exams aint got SHIT ON ME oooff this one turned out way longer than i intended in classic pp fashion but can you blame a writer for liking writing!!!!!)

#sfw #noobador x reader #noobador block tales x reader #block tales x reader #roblox x reader #🍙anon

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thelastofme-l · 2 months ago

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FAT LIPS

JESSE TLOU X READER

Warnings: cursing, hitting, cheating, mentions of sex, domestic violence, mentions of blood, friends to more??

Words: 5k

A/n: Hiiiii guys, I’m sorry for being MIA for a while, I’m finding it hard to sit down and write with everything going in the world. It’s also been busy in my personal life but I have so many ideas I’m working on at once for more Jesse content, I figured I would pump out this short little thing in the meantime! It is not my best work and i apologize for that but there’s more exciting stuff to come! I love you all and stay safe wherever you are 🫶🏼

When you walked into the Tipsy Bison you let the door swing hard against the wall. Luckily the music was loud, and spirits were high, so no one seemed to notice.

You scanned the crowded tables and bar, eyes landing on the familiar faces of your friends.

"There you are, we were wondering if you were ever gonna show up" Ellie teased, pointing her finger at you while holding her glass, as you slid into the booth next to Jesse, who was sitting quietly nursing his beer.

"Here I am" You declared, tucking your hair behind your ear, hoping they wouldn't notice your flushed face. You looked to Jesse's hand wrapped around his glass, "You gonna drink that?"

Instead of speaking, he slid the glass across the tabletop to you. You brought it your mouth and downed it in one big gulp, licking your lips when you were finished.

"Where's Alex?" Dina asks, wearing a confused look at your demeanor, "Still too sick to come?"

"Oh, he's coming all right," You muttered, sitting the glass back down against the wood with a thud.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I just caught him cheating on me" You let out a pitiful laugh trying your best to not cry, fidgeting with your sleeves and pulling them down over your hands.

"What" Dina smacks the table hard in surprise, and you jump, looking to her, "What you mean?"

"I stopped by his place to see if he was feeling up to drinking tonight" You explained, taking a breath before continuing, "And he was there with some red head"

Everyone knew that Alex claimed to be 'sick' for the last couple of days. Hiding out in his house on the edge of town and refusing to let anyone check on him, under the guise of not wanting to pass on his sickness. You obeyed his wishes but after almost a week you became worried. Alex had been your steady boyfriend for nearly two years, and you didn't care if he was contagious, you had to make sure he was okay.

"Who was it?" Ellie's jaw fell open as she pressed her palms to the table. Her and Dina were watching you from across the table with expectant eyes. Jesse had yet to make a sound, watching as you continued.

"She's from the group that rolled in from California the other day"

The three knew the group well. You were all often assigned with patrols and helping people get settled into Jackson. This group was only staying for a couple of weeks before embarking on their journey east. The red headed woman was a couple of years older than you.

"You're sure that he was cheating?" Ellie pressed.

They'd all known Alex as long as you had, growing up in Jackson the group was tight knit and strong. It was hard to believe he would do something like this, even if he was a dickhead the majority of the time.

"Pretty damn sure," You nod once, watching Jesse's fingers tap against the table before looking to your lap, "She was fully bent over the kitchen table, screaming his name—"

"How could he do this to you?" Dina raises her voice smacking at the table again, "I'm going to cut his fuckin' dick off"

You thought the same thing when you came through the back door and his head whipped in your direction, halting his thrusts.

"Dickhead" Ellie sighs, staring off at the bar as she digested the information you'd given.

Alex was the oldest of the group. About five years older than you and Jesse, with Dina and Ellie a couple years behind. The two guys had been close, growing up like brothers, both orphaned and taken in by Jackson long before you came around.

Throughout your teen years you developed a crush on Alex, liking the attention he gave you. It didn't help that he always flirted with you, treating you like a little plaything.

You never understood why Jesse seemed to hate Alex after announcing your relationship while he treated you like nothing had changed.

"Fuck him" Dina shouts, already a few more drinks in and a fierce protecter of her friends. She nudged at Ellie to let her out of the booth, "I'm gonna bring you his dick on a silver platter and-"

"How about you just get me a drink?" You offered a small smile, watching as Ellie took her girlfriends hand, "I could use something to take my mind off all this"

"Tequila shots coming right up" Dina beams at the thought of more drinks, saluting to you before following Ellie to the bar.

With the girls gone you dropped your head against the table, letting out a shaky sigh. You wished you were no bullshit like Ellie or confident with the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude like Dina but you weren't. You were sensitive and emotional, unfortunately wearing your heart on your sleeve.

You felt Jesse's hand on your knee, a comforting touch that helped ground you.

"Did you know?" You asked, voice echoing under the table. The thought popped into your mind as you stormed out of Alex's house. It would explain his distant behavior toward him, maybe he knew but didn't feel it was his place to tell you.

"What?"

You lifted your head, the stray tears falling off your face at the motion. Looking at him now, dark hair tucked behind his ear and brown eyes watching you closely, eyebrows pinched, "Did you know he was cheating on me?"

"Of course not," He immediately shakes his head, turning toward you slightly in the booth with his arm propped against the back of the seat, "Why would you think that?"

You sniffled, rubbing your hand over your red eyes, "You always have this tension with him now so I thought—"

"—You really think I would've kept something like that from you?" His tone was soft, not upset more pained.

"I feel like I don't know anything anymore"

It was true, you felt like a joke. How long had he been doing this to you?

"I would've told you if I knew" He cut you off. His voice unwavering. Solidifying your trust in him. Even as kids Jesse was never able to lie to you.

"Has he always hooked up with girls from the groups passing in and out of Jackson?" You pressed, elbows against the table as you rubbed your temples.

"Yes," His jaw ticked, eyes flicking toward the bar before he continued, "Before you two started seeing each other. It was his thing"

"Not yours?" You laughed, but nothing was funny. You turned in the booth to face him fully, the world outside of the window behind him was dark, small fires scattered to light the street up.

He sighed, "He has always liked no commitment"

You knew that. Jesse had tried to warn you when you told him you were thinking about finally giving in to Alex's advances. You didn't believe him then, too wrapped up in the attention he gave you.

With your back to the rest of the bar it was like the rest of the world shut out. The space between the two of you calm and quiet despite the band playing toward the back of the building.

You had a hard time hiding your emotions around him, especially when his eyes seemed to read right into what you were thinking.

His gaze softened. "Are you okay?"

"Not really" You shake your head, lip quivering. Desperately wanting to let the flood gates open.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He asked, voice gentle as he watched a few more stray tears roll down your face. He was reaching out to swipe them away when you jumped at Dina's voice from behind.

"Alright bitches, it's time to get drunk" She cheered, with Ellie in tow as she carried a platter of small shot glasses and a jar of moonshine.

You gave Jesse a small smile, hurriedly wiping at your wet cheeks before turning back to sit normally.

An hour and too many shots later you were feeling the alcohol settling in. Your nerves had settled enough to find yourself giggling at Dina's exaggerated story. Your cheeks warm, and headache taking a back seat.

At some point you had moved closer to Jesse, feeling his leg brush up against yours under the table. He didn't seem to mind as he swirled the liquid in his glass, adding important details to Dina's story, that'd he'd heard a million times. He'd taken about two shots before switching back to his beer.

"I swear to god I had this infected right in front of me and I never saw—" Dina's story stopped short as her eyes tracked something by the door, "Just the motherfucker I wanted to see"

You turned, seeing Alex looking around the building, the same way you had when you first came in. You spun back around to face your friends, hoping he hadn't seen you, "I don't wanna talk to him"

Dina moved to push Ellie out of the booth, but was stopped with Ellie's a firm hand on her thigh.

"You don't have to talk to him" Jesse assured, watching him walk to the bar and grab a drink.

"He's going to try and sit with us," Ellie leaned over the table slightly so you could hear her over the music, "Do you want just want to leave?"

Maybe it was the alcohol talking but you shook your head. You were not going to run away and let him ruin the time you were having. Fuck Alex.

"Here," Jesse instructed sitting back against the booth to make room between himself and the table, "Swap me"

"What?"

"Swap me places so he can't sit next to you" Jesse explained, nodding at the space like an invitation. The space was small and you were drunk. When you went to move across his lap you nearly fell over, knees hitting hard against the table and hands catching yourself on his thighs momentarily, back pressed against his chest. His hands moved to your waist, firm and strong as he moved you the rest of the way across him and helped you sit back on the booth, now next to the window.

With Jesse now on the outside and Ellie and Dina across the table you felt loved, knowing that your friends cared about you.

"Didn't know we were having a drinking night guys," Alex addressed the whole table with his drink in hand before zeroing in on you, "Hey baby"

You were suddenly nervous, heartbeat picking up, the happy spirits leaving you.

No one at the table responded. You were staring at the table top, reaching for the last shot and throwing it back as the other 3 stared at him.

"Can we talk?" He sighed after a beat, staring as you crossed your arms and leaned your head against the cool surface of the window.

"She doesn't wanna talk to you" Ellie answered for you, shooting daggers at him.

"Y/n," He ignored her, setting his beer on the edge of the table and leaning against it with both hands holding him up, "Y/n, look at me"

You turned away even further, looking out the window and feeling tears stinging your eyes. You blinked them away refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you upset.

"Baby I'm sorry, okay? I wasn't in the right headspace" Alex spoke, surely aware that you had already told the others by their overall demeanor.

"Big emotions for such a little guy," Dina raised her voice, trying to stand from the table again, "You're a real piece of—"

"Enough" Jesse said calmly to Dina, before finally looking up at someone he used to call his friend, "She clearly doesn't wanna talk to you"

"Clearly," Alex mocks, sending daggers at the side of your head before looking to Jesse, "You think you can speak for her all of a sudden?"

Alex was getting upset, you could tell by his voice. Sounding vaguely similar to the nights he drank too much and got too loud with you.

"Why don't you just leave?" Ellie argued, "Give her some space man"

"—Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" He bit back.

"How about you fuck—" Dina tried to stand again.

"My god, fine," You interrupted, smacking a hand on the table and finally looking at him, "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Us."

"Us?" You laughed, feeling your head spin. "Sure let's talk about us"

"Privately" He demanded.

You nodded once as Alex picked up his beer again and took a long sip, eyeing Jesse as he did.

"You sure about this?" Ellie asked, looking to you then to Jesse who was still looking at Alex.

"Might as well get it out of the way, it's fine," You shrugged, nudging Jesse's arm with your own, "Can you let me out?"

He listened, standing up in front of Alex. Jesse was much bigger than him, taller with more muscle.

You stumbled, the drinks fully hitting you as you stood upright. He reached for your hand and you recoiled away from him, "Talking does not require touching"

"Let's step outside" Alex nodded, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

You nodded, taking another glance at your friends before following him.

The air outside of the Tipsy Bison felt cool on your face and you sighed, looking toward the window to see Jesse, Ellie and Dina to your left.

You stopped walking, turning back toward Alex with your arms crossed, "Go ahead and talk"

"Babygirl, I—"

You laughed, "I can't even begin to explain how I am not your babygirl"

"Listen, I'm sorry, okay?"

"Sorry you did it or sorry you got caught" You argued, the drinks causing you to sway slightly in front of him.

"You know I never meant to hurt you. I just–well I don't know what came over me" He was taking steps closer to you, "I know we can fix this"

"This?" You echo, motioning clumsily between the two of you, "There is no fixing this. You fucked another girl"

"Baby don't—"

"How many times?" You pressed, pushing him away when he tried to reach out to you.

"Look I know you're mad at me right now but don't punish us baby"

"Stop calling me that," You were shouting now, pushing at his chest hard to get him away from you, "It's over"

In a quick move he had caught your wrists in a tight grip. You tried to pull back but he used the leverage to bring you closer to him, "You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying"

"Let. Go. Of. Me." You spit through gritted teeth, thrashing to get free.

You heard the door to the Tipsy Bison open, the music becoming clear before the door shut and it was muffled again. You didn't have to look behind you to see who it was.

"Let her go Alex," Jesse's voice echoed in the quiet night air, "Be a man and go home"

"She's drunk," Alex called over your shoulder, "I'm going to take her back to my place so she can sleep it off"

"No you're not" Jesse argued, stepping forward.

"Fuck—Jesse, this has nothing to do with you" Alex shouted, suddenly clenching his hands onto you, the grip becoming tighter the more angry he became, "Why don't you just mind your own damn business"

"You're hurting me" You whined, stumbling as he yanked you toward away from where Jesse was standing.

You could see Jesse now, as he moved in a flash, putting himself between you and Alex, breaking the grip he had on you.

Before you could even fully comprehend what happened, Alex had cocked his arm back and sent a hard punch to Jesse's face.

"You son of a bitch" You yelled, moving around Jesse before he could stop you and slapped him across the face.

He had never hit you before, so when you felt the stinging heat over your face you couldn't believe it. The momentum of his backhand sent you onto the gravel.

Jesse heard the hit and reacted quick. You weren't sure what happened but you knew they were on the ground and Jesse was on top of him, grunting accompanying the sick sound of his fist making contact with Alex.

The skin underneath your hand throbbed and your head was spinning bad. The alcohol not helping the panic you were feeling. Dina and Ellie appeared from thin air, Dina helping you to your feet while Ellie grabbed Jesse's arm, mid punch.

There was hushed conversation between the two as Dina moved your hand so she could look at you. The skin was red with a small amount of blood where his ring sliced your lip.

"You'll be okay," She slurred still able to function as if she were sober as she examined you.

You didn't respond, quite literally in shock at what had happened. Instead you looked over to see Alex lying on the ground, holding his side. Jesse and Ellie were standing in front of you now.

"She’ll have a fat lip and it’s going to bruise pretty bad but it'll heal"

Jesse said something to Ellie before reaching out and touching your shoulder, "Come on, I'll take you home"

You nodded, falling in step beside him using his arm for support. After you were out of ear shot of the girls you let out a shaky breath, "I don't wanna be alone, can I stay with you tonight?"

"Yeah, of course you can"

After a short walk in complete silence you were in his kitchen as he used a wet cloth to clean up the small amount of blood had dripped from your mouth.

He was close to you as you sat on his counter, legs crossed and fingers pulling at the loose thread of your long sleeved top.

The punch that he had taken from Alex left his lip bloody and slightly swollen but he didn't seem to care, “Looks like we are twins”

"Has he done that to you before tonight" Jesse asked, voice soft as he furrowed his brows, tentatively pressing the cloth.

"Never" You whispered. Then, in the silence of his home and with no pressure to keep up a strong front you looked at him, "Came close a couple of times when he would drink but never that far"

His jaw clenched when you winced at the cloth touching a sensitive spot.

"I'm sorry"

You blinked, "For what?"

"For making you think you couldn't tell me about that kind of thing" He says simply, moving to grab the ice pack that he had set on the counter.

"It's not that," You breathed, "I just—you guys were such good friends and I didn't want to get in between that"

"Were" Jesse corrected, muttering another apology as you hissed at the cold sensation on your face.

Any tears you thought you might've cried were gone. The betrayal you felt of Alex cheating on you dissolved the second he hit you.

You took a breath, gaze darting to his lips from his eyes, suddenly becoming aware of just how close he was standing to you.

You took the ice pack from his hands, ignoring the strange sensation of his fingers against yours as you touched his lip with it, "Thanks for stepping in back there"

"Don't thank me for that" He mumbled speaking around the ice pack, watching your movements, "It should've happened a long time ago, I've been wanting to have a go at Alex for a while now"

"Well I'm still sorry," You whispered, feeling guilt for all the drama and his fat lip, "I feel so stupid about all this"

"Don't say that," He whispered, pulling back away from the ice pack to speak clear, his hands falling on your knees, "You were too good for him anyways"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" He nodded, looking over at the clock on the wall after his eyes lingered on your lips too long.

A couple hours later, you were laid out on his couch wearing the shirt and boxers he had lent you to sleep in. Your legs spread out across his lap. An old VHS tape played on the small tv he'd found years back in the attic of whoever lived in this house before the outbreak.

You were fidgeting on the cushions, trying to hold the ice pack against your mouth. In the calm of his house you felt relaxed but the events of the night still lingered in your mind. And you were painfully aware of his hand that was causally resting on your shin.

"I had a feeling that he was screwing around behind my back" You say your thoughts out loud, watching the actors on the screen.

"For how long?"

"A couple months" You sighed, "I caught him in the stables with a girl a while back, somehow let him convince me I didn't see what I saw"

Jesse nodded, not sure what to say. Instead of letting the silence linger, you continued, "I should've wised up back then"

"Why didn't you?" He asked, voice curious rather than brimming with judgment.

You turned slightly to your back, staring yo at the ceiling. His hand moving around your leg in small soothing motions made you want sprint around the room.

"I guess knowing he was interested in me, him being older and everything, just felt like I would be crazy to leave him especially after 2 years"

"You deserve someone who doesn't make you feel trapped" Jesse eyes you briefly before looking back to the movie.

"I'm done with this ice pack," You sighed, standing and walking into the kitchen. If you didn't move out of the room soon you weren't sure you would make it. You placed the pack back in the freezer, sticking your head inside for a moment to clear your mind, but you couldn't stop thinking about the way Jesse was making you feel.

Where was this coming from? Had you always felt butterflies at his touch or sound of his voice? Did tonight change something between the two of you?

For a long time you weren't sure what it was about him. Why you felt so comfortable with him or why he became distant when you and Alex started dating. Wondering if he knew that you noticed the way his eyes would linger on you or how he would flex his hands when near you, like he wanted to reach out and touch you. How your heart soared when he put himself between you and Alex, defending you against him.

Wondering if he knew you had a little crush on him since you first met him back all those years ago. But he was your best friend. Maybe it was the liquor still present in your body but you felt brave.

You didn't linger on thought too long, afraid you would talk yourself out of what you were going to do as you walked back to the living room.

He had his head rested back, the light from the tv dancing over his face as he watched you stand in front of him, "You okay?"

"Mhm" You nodded, knowing if you waited any longer you would second guess yourself. So instead you moved onto his lap, thighs on either side of him.

"Hey," He stiffened under you immediately sitting up, keeping his hands on the armrests, "Hey—what're you doing?"

"Nothing" You whispered, feeling the same butterflies you felt earlier in the booth of the when you moved across his lap. "I just wanna try something"

You could hear his breath catch in his throat as you watched him. When you noticed his nervous fidgeting on his leg you catch his hand and place it on the small of your back, an invitation. "Is that okay?"

He nodded, letting you move his other hand to rest on the top of your thigh.

You smiled at him, slowly moving your hand to his arm dragging it up the length of his arm all the way to the side of his neck.

He watched you, eye brows pinched and jaw set. Like he was being held at gunpoint.

You leaned forward agonizingly slow, still testing the waters as he watched you. He whispers your name, as smooth as butter.

You moved your hand to cup his cheek, thumb grazing over his fat lip. He didn't react when you touched it despite the little amount of blood that was pooling around the edge of the cut.

"Your poor lip" You cooed, distracted by the swollen redness, watching it roll under your soft touch.

"I-It's okay," Jesse rushed, shifting under you uncontrollably like he was going to stand up. He quickly changed the subject, "How does yours feel?"

You sigh, ignoring him, still feeling the liquid courage as you catch his gaze, eyes scanning all over his face.

"Tell me if you want to stop" You whispered, breath fanning over his lips as you moved closer ever so slightly.

When he didn't answer you glanced up at his eyes and back down at his lips. When your lips finally sealed against his, you tilted your head. You felt his hand flex against your thigh but he still didn't fully move it.

The metallic taste of the blood from his lip mixing with yours was addicting as you pressed closer, kissing at his bottom lip gently as your other hand moved to cup his cheek.

Pulling back enough to look over his face, you felt a pang of embarrassment, his eyes open and staring at you. That is until he leaned in toward you, catching your lips with his own. He kissed you back, lips massaging over yours. You smiled finally feeling his hand finally move, gliding up your arm to touch your face. The feeling leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Suddenly his lips moved against yours harder in more desperate manner, his body reacting to your touch as you carded your fingers into his hair.

You parted his lips with your tongue, tasting every inch of his mouth like you'd always imagined. He tasted of blood and the beer.

You hummed against his lips, feeling a sense of success when he came out of his shell and moved his tongue against yours, soft circular motions.

The pure pleasure you were feeling at just the feeling of his lips on yours was driving you crazy. You adjusted slightly on his lap, moving closer to him when you felt his hands drop from your face and fall to your hips holding you in place.

He broke the kiss, leaning his head back against the chair, breathing uneven.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked, pulling back in a daze hands sitting flush against his chest.

"No—" He sighed, realizing his hands were still on your hips and moving them quick as if you were poisonous, "I—we should probably—"

His words caught in his throat as you leaned forward, lips finding his neck and kissing along the expanse there.

"Should probably what?" You teased, tongue leaving a wet trail from his collarbone to his ear where you whispered.

Your name fell from his lips again only this time with a warning tone you had yet to hear from Jesse, you ignored it.

You made your way along his jawline before finding his lips again and kissing them just was you rolled your hips slowly against his lap.

He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking you off in the process as he tossed you back onto the couch.

"What's wrong" You whined, bouncing on the worn out cushions as you looked up at him.

He didn't answer, putting physical distance between the two of you.

"Jesse" You warned, standing up in the dark living room, the couch now empty, "If I'm reading into this please just tell me, I don't like looking stupid"

Jesse was nervous, in a way you had never seen him before, rubbing at the back of his neck and trying to not make eye contact with you.

"Oh god" You cried out, hands covering your face as you paced the floor, "I'm so goddamn stupid"

"You're not stupid" Jesse said softly, still keeping his distance from you.

"I am," You cried out again stopping in front of him, "You're my best friend. Fuck—I thought we had this tension—and now I fucked up everything"

"You have such a unique way of misunderstanding things"

"I'm not misunderstanding anything, I crossed a line between our friendship and I should have never—" Jesse crossed the room, grabbing your chin and kissing you again, in an effort to stop your rambling.

It was a gentle, quick kiss, pressed against your lips and gone before you had a chance to react. You sighed, snapping yourself out of the moment, "Don't kiss me out of pity"

Jesse rolled his eyes, taking your shoulders and pushing you back gently until your back hits the wall.

He angled your face up toward his so he had a better position to kiss you. This time he was the one leaning in slow, making you wait in anticipation. He peeked your lips once before parting your lips, running his tongue along your mouth. He was using more pressure than before, hands on either side of your head against the wall.

You sighed into the kiss, tasting the saltiness of your stray tears mixing with his salvia. When he felt your hands slide across the plane of his shoulders and interlock behind his neck he knew you were understanding.

"You had a rough night," He pulled back, breath fanning over your face as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "And you're drunk"

"I'm not drunk" You argued, challenging him just as you hiccuped.

"Okay I'm a little drunk," He tilted his head at you, as you let out another whine holding your hand in between the two of you, using your thumb and pointer finger to gauge an amount, "maybe this much"

Jesse tried to hide his smile at you, holding his hand beside yours and making a sound with his tongue as he adjusted your fingers so the space between them was larger, "I think this much"

You rolled your eyes, leaning back in to kiss him as he pulled back, teasing you. Then you dropped your head, suddenly laughing when you touched your lip, “I can’t believe we have matching fat lips”

He let out a breathy laugh, unable to hide his little dimple as he watched you.

“It’s sorta like fate don’t ya think?”

"I think you should get some sleep"

"I can't go sleep," You whined, fingers grabbing for his shirt, "Not when I've been waiting for a night like this since we were kids"

Jesse leaned forward, pressing a another quick kiss to your lips, "That makes two of us"

"No way" You giggled.

"Yes way" He whispered, nodding when he pushed himself from the wall, "Why do you think Alex and I didn't get along after you started dating"

You caught his hands, swinging them slowly as he took off the wall with him.

"If I let you sleep in my bed will you keep your hands to yourself?" Jesse hummed, glancing toward his bedroom in the back of the house.

"No promises"

#jesse the last of us #jesse tlou #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou2 #young mazino #hbo max #isabela merced #joel tlou #the last of us hbo

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readyforthegarden · 10 months ago

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When the Nightingale Sings - Part One

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Medieval AU! In a world where noble alliances dictate futures, you have been betrothed to Prince Emers, a man you barely know and certainly don't love. As you travel towards the royal palace for your impending wedding, your journey is upended, causing you to run straight into a kind, lonesome hunter. With no choice but to trust him, you embark on a journey together towards the nearest village, navigating through the forest and it's perils. As the solace you find in his companionship builds will you choose to honor your duty, or will you abandon everything you've ever know to follow your heart?

WC: 3424

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, brief depictions of murder, angst, anxiety, fight or flight emotions.

A/N: It's here!! I am insanely proud of this story and all the work I've done on it. It wouldn't be anything like it is without the help of some good friends. A big thank you to @earthlysorrows for beta-reading and editing and helping me along the way! And @joshsindigostreak for always hearing me out when I text her saying 'i have an idea 👀' and always playing dialogue off with me. Love you both so much!

You had always disliked riding in carriages, the juddering and shaking motions of them as they traveled down worn paths between villages, towns and cities always making you feel ill. Today was no exception. You were currently on day three of a two week trip across the country, and a soft rain had fallen in the early morning, ensuring muddy tracks and sinking holes along your path. You rested your head against the wall next to your seat, closing your eyes and wishing sleep would take you. Perhaps death would even be better than the pounding in your head.

“I imagine you’ll have much finer carriages after you marry the prince, my lady.” your handmaid smiled, trying to ease your discomfort. “I hear he has one that’s lined with fur.” What a comfort that would be on such a cold journey. The foot warmer between your feet had already begun to grow cold, the embers refusing to be stoked with life again in the late fall air.

“That would be something to see, Marta.” the handmaid’s eyes glittered at your response. She was young, only a few years younger than yourself, and the niece of the maid that had helped take care of you most of your childhood. Though there should have been a stronger boundary between lady and servant, you had found a form of friendship in her, though it was stiff and formal.

“And imagine all the beautiful gowns and jewels, I cannot wait to help you dress for royal banquets.” Marta slipped into a diatribe about how the balls your family had held would pale in comparison to the ones the royal family had, how glittering you would look in the crown jewels. The unease in your stomach grew. Your parents had worked out a strenuous match between you and the sovereign prince of Farrynden. It was an effort you had no part in, nor wanted. Unfortunately, you had no say in the matter, and after exchanging a few letters back and forth, you were summoned to travel across the country and marry the prince.

It was just you, Marta, and two coachmen making the journey. Your family was well-off for the most part, but could not afford for all to travel to the nuptials. Their presence would not have been a comfort anyway. Your father was too proud of the match he had secured for you, and your mother was far too happy to lose you and gain a title in court. You wished for your older brother, though he had been long gone at this point, to try and talk sense into father. He might have listened to protests coming from him.

The carriage jostled roughly, making you place a hand over your mouth and groan, preparing for the back wheels to follow suit, however, the carriage was stopped. Sharing a confused look with Marta, you glanced out the window. You were surrounded by woods, the path cutting through a dense, large forest. The confusion set in further until you heard the horses whining, the coachmen shouting. Moving back from the glass you glanced at Marta, who met your wide eyes with her own.

The door was ripped open by the same large, grimy hands now reaching into the carriage. Your shriek matched Marta’s, both of you pushing away from that side of the carriage as much as you could. You cursed the large foot warmer, it’s bulk making it difficult to move. Marta’s wrist was taken by one of the hands, it pulled her harshly, yanking her screaming figure from the carriage. Another set of hands entered the carriage, grasping at the hem of your dress, your ankles. Kicking you tried to fight them off, but only succeeded in the assailant grasping your ankle and tugging you closer before grabbing your arms.

You fought against the hands that held you steady, twisting and turning your body, stomping your feet in the mud. Marta’s screams were flooding your ears, and as you looked around for help, you could see why.

The two coachmen were dead, blood pooling around their bodies. One was lying face up, his throat slit, blood still pouring from the wound. The other was face down in, a dark stain on his light blue coat, the blood mixing with mud beneath him.

Tears began to run down your face, the inevitability of your own death coming to light. You thrashed further as the man holding you gripped tighter, bringing you towards the front of the carriage.

“Oi, make that one shut up!” the man’s voice was hard and gruff, sending fear shooting down your spine. He spoke to his accomplice, a younger, greasy looking man, his teeth dark as he grinned.

Marta’s screams were silenced as your own sobs echoed out into the forest around you, unable to look away from the blade that dragged across her throat. You saw the light fade from her terrified eyes, the image burning itself into your memory. You would be next. Oh god, you would be next.

With everything you had in you, you braced yourself as the man holding you turned you in his grasp.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” he smirked, his breath blowing across your face, pungent and sickening. “Maybe we should keep you, have some fun.”

“Lookie here,” the younger man caught both of your attention. One of your trunks was opened, and with his soiled blade he lifted up a nightdress. “She could be our little dolly, dress her up and strip her down.” Bile rose in your throat, and the next thing you knew, you had wrenched your head back, and brought it forward, cracking it against your captor.

The man dropped you, startled from the impact and you slipped in the mud as you realized your chance to escape. Gathering up your skirts as shooting pain rippled through your skull, you bolted, dashing for the forest. You could hear both the men behind you, shouting and giving chase as you hastened through the dead leaves and twigs on the ground.

Your lungs were burning with every breath you could take. You cursed the corset you’d been laced up in, knowing you could run faster without its hindrance. Not daring to check behind you, you kept going, not caring if you could hear them or not. Stumbling, you cursed, getting back up, though your legs were screaming at you. Cold tears whipped down your cheeks and from your eyes, the image of the coachmen and Marta flashing every time you thought about stopping.

Time had escaped you. You knew that at some point you felt a soft flurry of early snow, but didn’t know how long you’d been running. The forest was thicker here, and you began to slow down. It was quiet now, and you glanced around. There was no sign or sound of the men following you any longer. You still kept a quick pace, checking for them behind every tree and branch. Watching over your shoulder, you pressed forward, stumbling but continuing to go.

“Stop! Stop!!” you froze, whipping your head around to see a tall man standing a few yards from you, his hands thrust out in front of him, palms up. He didn’t look like the men that had chased you, he was clean, his dark, curly hair shining in the sun that broke through the trees. Fear still shot through your veins and you started to run, but he yelled again. “Stop! If you move you’ll step in a trap!” freezing again, you looked down. Right in your path, hidden under a few scattered leaves, was a metal contraption, meant for hunting large beasts and animals. You would have stepped right into it, maiming whichever foot landed in it.

The man moved towards you, and you moved back. He took in your pale face, the only color your cheeks and nose tinged pink from cold and tears that were sliding down your cheeks. Your wide, scared eyes regarding him like a monster as he regarded you like a feral creature, scared and confused.

With a breath, you bolted, darting off to your right before he could come closer. You would take your chances with any other traps, refusing to be held captive again.

You had lost the sun, the trees looming overhead blocking out any of the sunset. You were staggering around, a painful stitch in your side mixing with hunger pangs. The headache you’d had earlier reappeared, and you slumped against a tree. The cold was creeping in, your sweat coated body chilling faster.

The bark of the tree scratched against your coat, small bits flaking off and catching on the wool. Surely death by cold and hunger was a better fate than what had been in store for you, whether earlier or with the prince.

The shaking shivers that wracked your body wouldn’t cease as the sky grew darker. Nestling into the tree trunk as best you could, you let your eyes fall closed dreaming of the warm fire in your old bedchambers, and the cozy bed one a few feet away from it.

The sound of twigs snapping jolted you from sleep. Your eyes looked around, but instead of a dark forest, you were in a small, homely cottage. The sound of twigs was not that exactly, it was larger pieces of chopped wood, crackling in the hearth. And instead of a tree trunk, you were nestled into a large, warm bed. Furs were laid over you, their warmth making you feel slightly delirious.

Sitting up, you inspected yourself, raising the blankets. Your dress, though dirty, was still intact. The only thing removed had been your shoes, though long, thick wool socks had been put on you in their wake. Glancing around the interior, you saw few items in the small space. A stack of firewood next to the fireplace, a small kettle hanging over the fire. Two wooden chairs and a small table, seemingly handmade from the rough edges of the items. A rack with various pelts draped over it was in the corner, drying.

Finding you were alone in the cottage, you peeled back the furs on top of you, placing your feet on the wooden floors, you moved to get up from the bed, just as the door opened. A large figure lumbered in, the door slamming shut behind them. They were cloaked in a large coat and hat, both made of dark fur. Scrambling back into the bed, you pulled the blankets over you, clutching them to your chest. Your heart rate spiked as the figure turned toward you, his eyes regarding you anxiously.

“You’re awake,” he smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You backed up, further in the bed when he stepped forward, pausing as he took in your move. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He watched as your hand shook, clutching the blanket, your eyes darting up and down his tall stature. Sighing softly, he reached up, his movement slow, and took off his hat, allowing his curls to bounce back to life. It was the young man from the forest earlier, that had stopped you from stepping in one of his traps. He put it on the small table, then unfastened his coat, lowering it from his shoulders and draping it over the back of his chair. Glancing at you, he put his hands on his hips.

“My name is Daniel, by the way.” he paused, waiting for you to reply. When you didn’t, he glanced around the cottage. “This is my home. I found you in the woods while checking my traps. You were turning blue, so I brought you here. Have you been hurt?” This pause was met with an almost imperceptible shake of your head. “Good. Can you tell me why you were running in the woods like that?” Silence. Daniel sighed, watching your eyes cast down to the floor.

Turning, Daniel moved away from you and to the fire, grabbing a small bowl from the mantle, and opening the lid on the kettle, stirring the stew inside with a ladle that had been hanging from a hook by the hearth. The smell of cooked meat and herbs met your nose, and your stomach growled loudly. Daniel chuckled under his breath and ladled some into the bowl, his own stomach softly rumbling as the aromas wafted up to him. Grabbing one of his few spoons from an old tin on the mantle he walked back over to you.

He held out the bowl to you, raising his eyebrows, idly twirling the spoon between his fingers on his other hand. You looked from the bowl to him a few times, before shifting on the bed, letting the blankets go and reaching for it. Daniel pulled back slightly, making you gasp softly in surprise.

“I’d rather not have rabbit stew spilled in my bed,” he explained. “Come sit at the table.” you hesitated, but Daniel moved back, setting the bowl down on the small table by the fire, and plopping the spoon gently in. He sat down on the other side, and waited.

Feeling a spectacle, you slowly climbed from out of the covers, your feet on the hardwood floor again. The socks slid against the smooth wood as you stood, and you brushed down your skirts. Every step you took toward the table, and the man sitting there, was timid. You were afraid that he would pounce at any moment, finish the job of the other two bastards before him.

Yet he sat still, his eyes wary but kind as you gripped the back of the chair, pulling it out somewhat before taking a seat. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you tucked in closer to the table. Eyeing the stew, you spied chunks of lean rabbit, potato and carrot, a beetroot or two also mixed in. Your mouth watered, but what if he did something to it? What if this was all a trick?

Seemingly reading your mind, Daniel shook his head.

“Go on, eat. I wouldn’t poison my own stew.” he rolled his eyes, but the gentle smile was still present. Still, you hesitated. Daniel moved, his chair scraping the wooden floor, making you jump in your seat. You braced yourself, ready to endure another headache if you had to headbutt your way to freedom again.

Daniel only moved to the fire, taking another bowl from the mantle and ladling himself a serving, grabbing a spoon and sitting back down. He kept his eyes on you, dipping the spoon into the stew and bringing up a steaming spoonful. Blowing gently on it, he raised the spoon to his lips before taking the bite. He did this a few more times, you were sure the food was still too hot, evident by the wince he did on the last before he spoke. “See?”

Your hand raised from your lap, grabbing the rustic spoon. It had been worn over the years, no polishing, showing slight grooves where fingers had held it. Yours fit snugly into those grooves, and you stirred the stew a bit, releasing more steam before taking a bite of your own.

It was delicious. You had to hold yourself back from slurping and sloshing down the meal as your tongue was coated with savory warm broth. The meat was soft but a little stringy, but it was a fine supper. Daniel continued his own meal, the two of you eating in silence until he spoke again, half-chewed bite in his mouth.

“Do you have a name?” glancing up, you nodded, and supplied it to him quietly. “Are you from around here?”

“Where is here?” you asked.

“I take that as a no, then.” he sighed. “Here is my home, in Timberhill. Where did you come from?”

“Indigwall.” you answered. Daniel let out a long, low whistle.

“You’re a long ways away from home,” he leaned forward, elbows on the table. “What are you doing all the way out here? And running through my hunting grounds?”

“I-I,” you stammered, trying to think of a lie. Just because this man seemed kind, didn’t mean he wouldn’t hold you ransom for money, from your father or the prince. As you glanced up to his eyes, you realized how soft they were. Amber flecks hiding in splashes of green mixed brown sparkled in the firelight. You could see no malice in his eyes, and suddenly the truth spilled from your lips. “I am betrothed to the prince of Ferryden. I was traveling to the castle for our wedding.” Daniel stared at you, mouth slightly agape as you continued. “This morning, our carriage was stopped, and these two men-“ you choked on a sob as the images of Marta and the coachmen flashed again in your mind. “They killed them, they killed Marta!” Tears spilled down your cheeks, and Daniel stood, going to a small hutch and rifling through it before coming back with a handkerchief. You accepted it, dabbing your eyes and wiping the tears away.

“I am sorry,” Daniel murmured. “I understand why you were so afraid of me earlier. You do not need to speak of it, if you do not wish.” nodding you tried to compose yourself as he sat down across from you again. The silence fell between the two of you again, but this time there were fewer questions, fewer anxieties weighing on it.

Picking up your spoon, your hand trembling after the images, you continued your meal, swallowing down the stew, your appetite still fighting your nerves.

“I thought from your coat and dress, you must have been a lady of some sort.” Danny cleared his throat. “I have a few things I must do before I can take off, but in a day or so, we can start the journey to the next village, see if we can send word to your prince.”

You knew better than to protest. If your own parents didn’t listen to your pleas not to be shipped off, not to marry the prince, a stranger wouldn’t either.

“That’s very kind of you, sir,” you gave him the best smile you could muster, feeling it barely raise the corners of your lips. “But I don’t have money to pay you. All of my things were in that carriage and with…them.” Daniel didn’t need you to elaborate on whether your belongings were stolen by the murdering bandits or left behind with the bodies laid across the path.

“No need for formalities.” Daniel instead chose to break the ice further. “You can call me Danny. My friends call me that.” he had hoped the more casual nickname would help ease the tension of formality.

“Danny, then.” Nodding, you sat back in your chair, a little easier now that your belly was full and you knew the name of the man across from you. “How far are we from the next village?”

“That depends on the method of travel.” he answered. “Tomorrow after I check my traps, I’ll see about finding your carriage, and if the horses are still there, we can ride those and it would only be a few days. Without them, we’ll be on foot, and that could take about a week.” as he finished his sentence, a large yawn stretched your face. “Go on back to bed. You need to rest after all the running you did.”

“No, I can’t take your bed again,” you shook your head.

“I insist.” Danny got up, walking over to an old, worn cloth that was strung in the corner of the large room. With a jump, he climbed up into it, swinging precariously with a smile. “See? I don’t mind sleeping here.”

Rising from your seat, you moved to the bed, and took one of the furs from it. Folding it over your arms you walked over to him, smiling as you raised it up. One of his large hands reached down, grasping the soft material and pulled it into his hammock as he returned your smile.

“Thank you Daniel-Danny,” you corrected. He merely nodded at you, fluffing out the blanket over his long body, settling in. As you crawled back into the bed, you pulled the blankets back over you, finding its warmth and your full belly already lulling you into sleep.

“Goodnight, princess,”

“I am not yet a princess,” you mumbled, slightly offended by the unwanted title.

“Goodnight, all the same.”

“Goodnight, Daniel.”

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icycoldninja · 1 year ago

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Heyy

How would Dante, Vergil and V react if their s/o got diagnosed with aspd?

I can actually relate to this, believe it or not. Enjoy. 💜

Sparda Boys + V x Reader with ASPD (antisocial personality disorder) headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He noticed you were very avoiding of people and initially assumed you to be introverted and shy--until he brought you along on a job where you saw some suffering people and smiled. It was then when he began to wonder if this was more than just introversion.

-After your diagnosis came in, Dante wasn't all to surprised to learn you had antisocial personality disorder, seeing as he kinda suspected all along, but started to fear how your relationship would change because of this. If you didn't like people, did that mean you wouldn't like him?

-He was a little bothered by it, but quickly got over it and decided that if you won't take the initiative to socialize, then he will.

-He tries to engage in conversation with you as much as possible, yet is mindful of your boundaries. If you start to visibly get uncomfortable or anxious, he'll pipe down, press a kiss to your cheek, tell you it's OK and leave the room.

-If you want him to stay, he will. He'll sit next to you or across from you and flip through his magazine, just basking in your presence.

-However, if you are interested in going out there and attempting to get over your aspd (good for you!) Then Dante will put his extroverted ass to work and bring you to parties/gatherings/whatever so you can mingle. As stated before, he respects your boundaries, and will make sure everyone else respects them too.

-If you have manipulative tendencies, Dante can and will resist them. Such behavior is unhealthy and he will not allow it to continue.

□ Vergil □

-Vergil didn't think much about your antisocial tendancies; if anything, he found it to be something the two of you had in common.

-Once he learned of your official diagnosis, he nearly fainted. No, it wasn't because he was afraid your relationship would take a turn for the worse, it was because he was ecstatic to finally have someone he could relate to.

-He doesn't care that you can be a little insensitive sometimes, because he is too. You guys don't fight often, and if you do, things either blow over within a few days, or someone forces you two to talk things out.

-You two are best friends now--no, more than that--soulmates. You hang out together all the time, never really speaking a word to each other, just chilling. Literally chilling.

-Sometimes you sit in matching plastic chairs outside, sipping drinks and silently, casually, judging everyone who walks by.

-Loves to read with you, too. It may seem uncomfortable to passerbys, as you're just quietly sitting together, your noses buried in books, but you two are actually more comfortable than you've ever been in your lives.

-Vergil will never push you to socialize with others, nor will he try to take that initiative himself. He's all you need and you're all he needs.

○ Nero ○

-Nero noticed you despised socializing and generally being around people, so he decided to talk to you about it. After a long, long chat, he arranged for you to visit a specialist, who diagnosed you with antisocial personality disorder.

-He was a little worried on the inside, as he genuinely cares about you, but decided to not say anything and just support you in any way he could.

-He encourages you to go out and do things, but also doesn't mind spending a quiet night in, just cuddling and watching movies.

-He will protect you from Dante and Nico annoying extroverts and help you get out of uncomfortable conversations if such a situation arises.

-He understands you can be a little insensitive and does his best to not take it personally.

-He loves you, all of you, even if you are a little cold sometimes.

• V •

-After receiving news of your diagnosis, V decides to embark on an educational journey. He reads tome after tome after tome and scours Wikipedia for information on your condition.

-He understands that manipulative, sadistic tendencies are common in patients with ASPD, and that that kind of behavior can lead to unhealthy relationships. Therefore, he decides he will support you however you need him to, from correcting your behavior to helping you initiate conversations.

-Griffon is a huge help here; his loud mouth cracks a lot of funny jokes you can't help but reply to.

-Shadow is also great for emotional support, should you need it; the big ol fluffy cat is perfect for cuddles.

-He won't pressure you into interacting with other people because secretly, he loves being the only person (not counting his familiars) you ever really talk to.

-Most days, V will read to you and may even write poems for you, which he will then read aloud. Then he'll just wander around the house doing stuff, preferably with you.

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tgmsunmontue · 3 months ago

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Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 20/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

“Why is your arm still in this archaic casing?” Starscream asks the next morning, pinching the cast on Jake’s arm between two of his fingers, and Jake can tell he’s trying to be careful.

“I believe it is called a cast…” Jetfire offers.

“The name does not matter. Why are you still wearing it today?” Starscream demands and Jake frowns, shrugs.

“Uh, because I need to wear it for six weeks?”

“What! You said he would be whole after he recharged!” Starscream says to Maverick accusingly, who holds his hands up in supplication, shaking his head.

“Um… oh shit. No. Well. Broken bones take like… weeks to heal.”

“Weeks! Weeks! That is�� not acceptable!”

“Not like I have any choice in the matter…” Jake grumbles.

“I do not understand!” Starscream sounds bewildered and worried.

“Humans are complex creatures. Jake is a young man and his body will heal. However there are options if his body would not heal. However they are… invasive and not without their own risks. So. They allow the body to regenerate on its own.”

“Still sounds very inefficient…” Starscream mutters and Jetfire looks like he’s hiding a smile.

“Go and fly around for a bit. It will make you feel better…”

No one stops Starscream anymore, doesn’t bother considering the stealth technology and his ability to simply avoid other aircraft making any previous concerns moot.

“I will join you shortly. I just wish to have a word with Jake.”

“Fine,” Starscream huffs. He slinks away, as much as a large robot can slink, eyes darting to Jetfire who just shakes his head.

“It is funny to see him so worried about you. A human. I like that he has another friend.”

“He’s easy to like.”

“I do not believe that for a second. He is not likeable at all, however once you get past the rough exterior he is… how do humans say it?”

“Heart of gold?” jake suggests. Jetfire frowns.

“What use is gold? Why would you want a heart made of gold?”

“Uh. A rough diamond?” Bradley offers.

Jetfire blinks at them both.

“What have gold and diamond got to do with Starscream?”

“They’re just… human sayings I guess?”

“English human sayings,” Jake offers.

“But what do they mean?”

Bradley exchanges a look with Jake.

“Uh… we’re probably going to have to look it up.”

“Humans are odd.”

“Buddy, you have no idea.”

… … …

“Bradley… why did the chicken go to the gym?”

Bradley groans, knows he doesn’t even need to answer. Jake’s developing obsession with chicken and rooster jokes has become unending since he broke his arm, and he’s got too much spare time to look them up or think of them. Either way he’s getting the brunt of Jake’s newfound love of puns and farmyard-related jokes since their ill-fated trip to the ice skating rink.

“To work on his pecks!”

Bradley sighs, he cannot wait for Jake to be back to normal, or forget all about calling Bradley a chicken.

… … …

“You don’t have to stay and keep me company. If you want to go out you can.”

“Nah. One thing to leave you when you could also go out, another to leave you to marinate in your own self-pity.”

Jake doesn’t bother to correct him and tell him that he’s never gone out and picked up when Bradley has. Hadn’t really thought about it as being a priority, plus he doesn’t have a car or someone to drive him. Bradley hasn’t gone out since the first time though. At least, he hasn’t declared as much and Jake’s not sure if he appreciates it, or whether Bradley maybe didn’t enjoy it last time or something. He feels a little mean, hoping that Bradley didn’t have a good time, and then spends too much time mulling over the fact he’s being irrationally jealous, because he should want Bradley to be happy.

… … …

They have another movie night, and he slumps beside Bradley, grumbles about making himself comfortable with the weight of the cast resting on his stomach. They’re watching The Sound of Music, part of a well-rounded movie and cultural education according to Bradley. Jake keeps it to himself he watched it a lot growing up, can probably sing all the songs from memory; it’s a comfort watch. He wakes up to the feeling of fingers running through his hair, realizes he’s shifted, spread out, got his head resting on Bradley’s thigh and he goes to sit up, apology already forming on his lips.

“Shh… just go back to sleep Jake. You’re good…” Bradley says, voice quiet, his hand pressing on his shoulder to still his movements.

“Mmm… am good…” Jake agrees sleepily, because Bradley’s fingers have gone back to his hair and it’s nice. Relaxing. He drifts off back to sleep.

… … …

“Why does Jake call you chicken? Do… do some humans change shape?”

Bradley chokes on his coffee, already shaking his head, Maverick is snickering, fucking traitor, and Jake is outright laughing.

“No… humans are generally all human shaped. No shifting into other species or shapes.”

“Oh… then Jake is not making fun of your second form?”

“I don’t have a second form. I… mean, humans grow from children into adults, but –”

“We are aware of the human life-cycle,” Jetfire says, clearly amused at Bradley’s floundering, Jake and Maverick are both laughing even louder, and Bradley gives them both the finger; it’s not that funny.

“Well, I didn’t want to assume…” Bradley starts, but he sees Jetfire and Starscream looking at his hand, the one with the single finger still aimed toward Mav and Jake.

“What does that sign mean?”

“Uh…”

“It means he is unimpressed with us. Sometimes people might be angry when they use it. Or want to show they are being disrespectful.”

“So I could use it the next time I see Orion Pax?” Starscream asks, and Bradley doesn’t think he has ever heard or seen Bronco transform as fast as he does.

“Yes. Please… yes.”

“You can give to any of the Admirals you don’t like as well, while you’re at it,” Maverick says with a laugh and Bradley rubs at his face in despair, although if any of the Transformers do that he’s totally throwing Mav under the bus and letting Ice know that Mav is the one that told them they should.

… … …

“Bradley, what’s a chicken’s favorite movie?” Jake whispers, and Bradley wonders is smothering him would work. “Lord of the Wings!”

“Shut up and watch the damned movie…” Bradley hisses back, punching him in his leg.

… … …

“Ow!”

“Shit. Sorry…”

“That fucking cast. People are going to wonder where all my bruises come from.”

“Not my fault I move so much when I sleep…”

“Jake. It’s literally your fault you move so much. Just…”

“You’re hogging all the blankets, I just want to get warm…”

“Oh for fucks sake, come here… at least this way I’ve got a better chance of getting out of your way before you brain me with your cast.”

He doesn’t offer to go and sleep in his room, and Bradley doesn’t ask him to, so he lets himself relax, the weight of Bradley’s arm over him, pinning him and holding him close, his body radiating heat, has him drifting back to sleep.

… … …

“Bradley. Bradley. Hey Bradley…”

“What?”

“What do you call a hen who haunts a chicken farm?”

Bradley groans, knows he doesn’t even need to answer, because Jake is already snickering. Will deliver the awful punchline regardless of what he tries.

“A poultry-geist!”

“Go to sleep Jake…”

TWENTYONE

#Caring Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide #hangster #Top Gun Maverick AU #TF and TGM crossover

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callsigns-haze · 1 year ago

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Out of All: Chp 10

Jake Seresin x OC! Anna Bradshaw

Brothers' Best Friend Series! Follow along as these characters navigate the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and desire, all while facing the ultimate taboo: falling for your sibling's best friend. From heart-pounding moments to steamy encounters, this series is a rollercoaster of emotions that will keep you hooked until the very end. Brace yourself for intense romantic tension, sizzling chemistry, and enough drama to keep you guessing. Are you ready to embark on this captivating journey?

This chapter includes explicit sexual content with detailed descriptions of sexual activity and intimacy between characters. Scenes depict physical intimacy, including kissing, touching, and biting, with characters described in states of undress. Emotional intensity is explored, encompassing themes of longing, desire, and vulnerability, with brief references to past trauma. Characters may be shown consuming alcoholic beverages, and mature themes such as casual relationships

The soft glow of the afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting warm hues across your bedroom. You stand in front of your closet, the anticipation of your date with Jake Seresin making your heart flutter with excitement. Jaden lounges on your bed, sprawled out like a lazy cat, his phone in hand as he scrolls through online fashion sites. Jaden is what you'd call your band member, he duets with you and always has his word of say.

With a sigh, you hold up a sleek black dress, its fabric shimmering in the sunlight. "What do you think about this one?"

Jaden glances up briefly, eyes scanning the dress before returning to his phone. "It's nice, but it's a bit too formal for a casual dinner, isn't it? And anyways its not your style."

You nod, acknowledging his point as you carefully hang the dress back in the closet. "Yeah, you're right."

The two of you continue your impromptu fashion consultation, Jaden offering his opinions with the flair of a seasoned stylist. However, as you try on various outfits, Jaden's brows furrow with concern.

"Are you sure about this, peach?" he asks, his tone hesitant. "I mean, Jake? He's not really your type, is he?"

You pause, taken aback by his question. Jaden has always been protective of you, and his concern is touching in its own way. "I know he's not exactly the guy I usually go for," you admit, "but there's something about him. He's different."

Jaden studies you for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. But then he sighs, conceding defeat. "Alright, if you're sure. Just promise me you'll be careful, yeah?"

You offer him a reassuring smile, grateful for his concern. "I promise."

With Jaden's cautious blessing, you settle on a simple yet elegant ensemble. The dress hugs your curves in all the right places, its soft fabric flowing gracefully around you. Jaden sits up, finally taking notice of your choice.

"Ah, there she is," he declares, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "The epitome of charm and grace."

You can't help but laugh at his theatrics, giving him a playful shove. "Oh, please. Stop flattering me. If you keep this up, I might just have to take you out instead."

Jaden chuckles, a playful gleam in his eyes. "Watch out, Seresin. You've got competition."

The light banter between you and Jaden eases the tension, reminding you of the unbreakable bond you share. With a final nod of approval, you finish getting ready, the excitement of the evening ahead bubbling inside you. Jaden watches you with a warm smile, a silent reassurance that no matter what happens, he'll always be there for you. Always.

You and Jake sit in a fancy but calm, Italian restaurant of his choice. You loved Italian food so this was quite the enjoyment. The two of you have already finished your main meals and were finishing off some desserts. You ordered their famous ice-cream donuts while Jake ordered some cheesecake.

He was quite fine dressed. The only times you've ever seen him was in his flight suit, beach shorts or naked. His hair was neatly put, it was slightly gelled and just put to stick in place. He was wearing a clean and rather fancy polo shirt. It was clean and milky white and just fitted right upon him. He wore a pair of light blue casual jeans. They fit him right and shower off his muscles and legs.

You on the other hand were dressed fancy as well. You wore a beige sundress that was coated with flowers at the edge of the bottom and from the waist, upwards to your chest. Your hair was put in a cute, loose bun with your front strands being free.

The two of you have talked for what seemed to be a lifetime. At the start when you met Jake you believed it'd be a one time thing but now, clearly it is not like that anymore. You guys went full, weekly hookup mode and now you were out on a date together.

"You look so beautiful, chick," he whispers into your ear as he takes a free strand of your hair and puts it behind your ear. "And you look rather Handsome, Jake," you say back as the eye contact never breaks as you both sit there. "Still no nickname," he laughs as you were aiming to make you one up.

You lean in closer to him whispering directly in his ear so nobody else could hear, "Actually I have made something up but for now those are mostly suitable in bed." He looks up at you as you say that and he smirks his fancy and usually smirks and whispers to you, "Why is that simple idea making me go hard."

You look at him in awe, inside your jumping up and down and giggling like a teenager but here you have to keep at least the smallest amount of composure. You stare into those beautiful green eyes and lightly lick your lipsticked lips. "You planning on taking me home on the first date, Jake?" He rather laughs at that and leans in to answer you, "Oh come on chick, I've made you cum more than fifty times before this date. It's nothing new."

You blush all up even though it was only you that heard him you felt a small bit like a teenager about to rush home. You never felt this before with a guy and you call over the waiter almost immediately. "I think we're ready for the bill."

As the night air cooled around them, Jake and Anna walked out of the cozy Italian restaurant, their laughter lingering like the taste of the tiramisu they'd shared. The date had been a success—the conversation flowed effortlessly, and sparks danced in the air between them.

Jake offered Anna his arm as they strolled towards his car, a vintage truck that gleamed under the streetlights. With a smile, he opened the door for her, and she slid into the passenger seat, her heart fluttering with excitement.

As they drove through the quiet streets of the city, the soft glow of the street lamps cast a romantic aura around them. Jake glanced over at Anna, her profile illuminated by the dashboard lights, and felt a surge of warmth in his chest.

"So, did you enjoy dinner?" Jake asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

Anna turned to him, her eyes sparkling. "I loved it. Thank you for taking me out tonight."

"It was my pleasure," Jake replied, his voice soft with sincerity. "I had a great time too."

They fell into easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter as they navigated the familiar streets towards Anna's and Bradleys house . With each passing moment, Jake felt himself drawn to her more deeply, her presence filling him with a sense of joy he hadn't felt in a long time.

As they reached Anna's building, Jake pulled the car to a stop outside. He turned off the engine but made no move to get out, reluctant to bring the evening to an end.

Anna turned to him, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for the ride home," she said softly.

Jake reached out, his hand finding hers on the center console. "It was my pleasure," he replied, his voice husky with emotion. "I had a wonderful time tonight."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe. Without a word, Jake leaned in closer, his lips meeting Anna's in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of the connection they shared.

A/n: We've never met Jaden before but ughghghgh I love him and his future contribution is BIG🫣

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tiny-tini-imagines · 2 years ago

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Aragorn is in love with a female human reader

So, since i wrote some headcanons about Legolas being in love with a female elf, I thought about writing some for the other members of the fellowship too. If you'd like to read diffenrent character constellations than mine, (characters, races, franchise), feel free to ask, I'd be really happy about it.

Headcanons - Lord of the rings

summary: Aragorn is in love with a female human reader

time setting: shortly after Aragorn's coronation

(added: character art, what they would say to them, or about them)

Sunrise Conversations: In the early mornings, when the kingdom is still asleep, Aragorn and you would often sit on the walls of Minas Tirith, watching the sunrise and sharing quiet conversations about your hopes and dreams for the future.

Handwritten Letters: Despite your close proximity, Aragorn takes pleasure in sending handwritten letters to you, sealed with the royal seal of Gondor. He enjoys the anticipation of your response, no matter if its by letter of in person. (He writes you every day, if he ever has to leave you for some days or other way around)

A Willing Listener: Aragorn is an attentive listener, hanging on to your every word, showing that your thoughts and feelings matter deeply to him.

Dances in the Courtyard: Occasionally, when the court is not in session, Aragorn would occasionaly sweep you into an impromptu dance in the castle's courtyard, your laughter echoing through the stone walls.

Endless Respect: Aragorn treats you with unwavering respect, valuing your opinions and decisions as equal to his own.

Shared Journeys: You embark on long rides through the countryside, exploring the lands of Gondor together, taking solace in the beauty of the kingdom and the comfort of your presence. (You'd often talk to your people, especially after thw war and try to listen and help them as best as possible, people love to see you together).

"My love, every day I am reminded of the incredible strength and grace you bring to our kingdom, and to my heart."

Regal Courtesy: As King of Gondor, he still maintains the same level of courtesy and humility with you as he would with any subject.

Shared Responsibilities: While he bears the weight of the kingdom's responsibilities, he makes sure to include you in important decisions and trusts your judgment.

"She possesses a heart as courageous as any warrior I've known, and her wisdom has guided us through many trials. Gondor is fortunate to have such a steadfast ally by its side."

Respect for Your Independence: Aragorn respects your independence and encourages you to pursue your interests and passions, even as his queen. (His loyalty to you is unwavering, and he will stand by your side through any challenge or adversity.)

Healing Touch: Aragorn tends to any injuries you sustain with a gentle touch and skilled hands, his care and concern evident in every motion.

Understanding Silences: Aragorn understands the power of shared silences, finding comfort in simply being in your presence.

The King's Lullaby: Aragorn hums a soft, ancient lullaby to you when you can't sleep, his voice a soothing balm to your soul.

The Kings's Comfort: You'd often find yourself in his arms, after a nightmare and him whispering soothing words into your ear.

"I know it was a frightening dream, but I promise, I'll chase away the shadows and keep you safe."

Gentle Affection: His gestures are filled with gentleness and affection, whether it's a tender kiss on the forehead or a warm, reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Protector and Champion: He takes his role as your protector seriously, ensuring your safety and well-being are his top priorities.

"No matter what challenges lie ahead, I want you to know that I will always be by your side, my heart forever entwined with yours."

Laughter-Filled Evenings: You share evenings filled with laughter and storytelling, surrounded by a circle of close friends and trusted advisors, reveling in the joy of being together.

His Favorite Book: Aragorn keeps a copy of the your favorite book in his personal library, its well-worn pages a testament to how deeply he values your interests. He'd often read it to you, when you have troubles falling asleep.

Moonlit Picnics: On clear nights, Aragorn arranges secret picnics in a hidden garden, the soft glow of moonlight casting a romantic atmosphere over your intimate moments. He also manages to get all your favourite foods (other things), to make you happy. (Aragorn takes pride in blending herbal teas for you, each concoction carefully chosen for its calming properties and unique flavors.)

Quality Time: He treasures the moments you spend together, whether it's a quiet evening by the fire, exploring the city, or attending formal events.

Unexpected Surprises: He enjoys surprising you with small, thoughtful gifts or spontaneous adventures, keeping the spark of romance alive.

His Crown and Her Crown: Aragorn places a small, delicate crown made of wildflowers on your head during your private moments together, (also before an offical celebration etc.), a symbol of your shared sovereignty.

Heartfelt Vows: You would exchange heartfelt vows of eternal love and commitment, sealed with a kiss under the ancient White Tree of Gondor. (When you look at each other, there's a shared understanding that you are bound together for eternity, your love enduring through everything.) - Together, you create cherished traditions, marking significant moments in your relationship with meaning and love.

"When I look at you, I see the future of Gondor, and I am filled with hope for the days to come."

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brcvesculs · 2 months ago

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Desperation , guilt was piling up on his shoulders—His eyes glued to the killer, or also known as John Doe, the figure corrupted and full of m a l i c e. He gritted his teeth, breathing through his nose aggressively. He put his arms up in a block position, ready to block another attack before—

He slipped. His cape falling before him as he entered through a portal. From the darkest depths of forsaken—light finally made its way to his vision. He squeezed close as he fell.

and kept on falling.

Until he landed onto a soft patch of grass with a thud, he slowly opened his eyes revealing that—He isn't in Forsaken anymore.

Using this down time, his thoughts shriveled into thoughts of anxiety, worry , and questions of his own endeavors , did he do good with protecting? Where was he? Where was his daughter and wife? This wasn't ROBLOX, nor his home.

Snapping out of those thoughts, his mind reeled back to when he was protecting Elliot—or atleast, he thought he was. He remembered taking a glance behind him and no longer seeing Elliot there; he must've dashed when he found the stamina to do so.

Grabbing the medkit by his side, he began to undo the bloodied gauze on his arm, replacing it with the new gauze; he knew basic medicine, to make sure to bandage wounds immediately so they wouldn't be able to get infected .. those classes didn't really keep still with him. Furrowing his brows when he heard the slightest movement, Guest finally lifted his head.

“ Who goes there? ” He was immediately on the offensive, even if he was trying to rebandage his wound.

« ^ im bad at writing details, but this is what his outfit is right now ^^ »

From the moment Qiqi was up , she got assigned to go and search for some herbs that were missing in the Bubu Pharmacy , but since Doctor Baizhu couldn't go , she had to go alone . There was a patient he had to take care of and just couldn't leave them alone like this .

The small zombie girl believed in his capabilities and didn't really mind going alone ! At last , she couldn't truly understand what " loneliness " or " company " meant . She had long forgotten about it and didn't care about actually remembering . The only things that matters to her the most are Dr Baizhu , Yaoyao and . . . Oh , she swears there was something more . . !

But enough about remembering — with a bag yet to be filled by plants , she embarks on her journey to find herbs for her mentor . . .

Herb gathering was going very well so far , but it didn't last long before she got distracted and completely forgot about the matter at hand . To be more specific — distracted by flowers that made her mind go :

❝ Yaoyao would really like those flowers . . . ❞

If Qiqi could feel , she would be smiling to herself right now . But since she couldn't , she just sat there , picking up flowers for her best friend . Untill . . .

Her attention shifts towards a sudden sound she just heard . Curious , the small girl got up , accidentally leaving the bag all alone with all the herbs picked up inside . . . Maybe it wasn't a particularly good idea to let her go alone . . .

Qiqi halts as she hears . . . A voice ? Not caring about her own safety , as usual , she goes to investigate what is happening . She slightly peeks out from behind one of the trees , watching him carefully . Is this some kind of a warrior ? He seems hurt . . . Qiqi should help .

She comes out , taking a few steps towards him .

❝ Hello . ❞ She looks up — not really a warm welcome from her side , but she's trying her best . ❝ You're hurt . ❞ The zombie points out , as if it wasn't obvious .

#// ah dwdw !! I'm not good either ;3 #first step to victory is bravery ;; ask #icy-hearted child ;; qiqi #qiqi ;; ic #resurrecthemuses ;; guest 1337 #resurrecthemuses

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undertale-fic-librarby · 1 year ago

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Hi I don’t know if you’ve heard but there’s a bunch of five I’d like to reccomend (not by me) if you haven’t already listed them.

There’s “A walking God” by phantom dreamshade which is a crossover between UT and a video game called one shot.Its really good.

Also another fic called “With what little soul that could” by century berry.

“Welcome to the underground” by Kamanari_333 on ao3.

“It’s just a game.” By Htsans (they also have a Tumblr account.)

“War and Mander” by duckydotducky

“ Vindictive care.” by A_Non_ymuswriter

“An Errors doll” by Erosewisp

“Lay it all on the table.” by luluwrites.

Enjoy!also most of these stories have the “reader” as a character so just as a note.

Anyways have a good day!

Howdy, & thanks for the recommendations! The fics being recommended are…

A Waking God by PhantomDreamshade (Teen And Up, Complete)

Consequences. Had you known there would be consequences, you wouldn't have done it. How were you supposed to know there would be consequences? You were just an oblivious god in a world full of oblivious gods, after all. You hadn't meant to ruin Undertale, ruin all the lives of your friends. Yet there you sat in front of your computer for countless hours, trying - and failing - to fix your mistake. It was a little game called OneShot that made you realize just what you were capable of, and now Niko might just be the only shot you have at saving Undertale. You've spent years planning and coding, leading up to this moment. And now, it's finally time.

With a Little Soul that Could by century_berry (Teen And Up, Complete)

You are stuck in an endless white. You don’t remember how you got there. You barely remember much about yourself anymore. You only remember your name. You are - {ERROR, ERROR, ERROR} You are connected? Good. Greetings. I am the Narrator. You are about to embark on a wonderful journey that spans across timelines. You will make new friends and share many bad laughs. All of it will be according to the plans and whims of the author. And you will have no choice. I come with an offer. I will help you break free from your shackles. My only request is that you help me deliver something once you reach the so-called end of your journey. So, do you accept my offer? Yes? Wonderful. I promise, partner, you won’t be alone. How could you ever be when you are - {VIRUS DETECTED. VIRUS DELETED.} {REBOOTING…} You are Frisk. And you are alone. Act 1 (The Save Screen): 1-5 Act 2 (Seven Souls): 6-13 Act 3 (The Vessel): 14-18 Act 4 (Bad Apples): 19-25 Act 5 (Deity): 26-31 Act 6 (Balance): 32-37 Act 7 (_____tale): 38-40

Welcome To The Underground by Kamari333 (Teen And Up, Complete)

You, a lazy, jobless young adult who was still bumming in their parent's house, woke up in a bed of golden flowers. That scenario was oddly familiar to you, and the reason for that became apparent when one of those flowers greeted you with an overly enthusiastic "Howdy!" Next thing you know, you see your SOUL, and you are made painfully aware that you are destined to die, because it wasn't red. A generic Reader-insert fandom-metta Undertale fanfiction piece. #NaNoWriMo2017

It's Just A Game. (Under Construction) by Htsan (Teen And Up, Complete)

* Sans did something you did not like.. at all. It's just a game.. YOU have control of this world. You can CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING. * You are determined.> let it play out. RESET. There are 8 different endings, good luck finding them!

War and Mander by duckydotducky (Teen And Up, Complete)

After finding some bitties on the side of the road, you are never the same. It takes a lot of healing but maybe it is all worth it.

Vindictive Care by A_Non_ymousWriter (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

There's two new skeletons in the house. Unfortunately not much of a surprise there, the machine kept malfunctioning and kept bringing in alternate versions of Sans and Papyruses into their universe. They were up to SIXTEEN SKELETONS, now eighteen with the two's newest arrival. Except... there was something off about the new skeletons. 'Visor' and 'Chine'. Sweet mercy above, these two brothers seemed to hate each other. They kept swearing at each other, calling each other names- Chine actually almost stabbed Visor! On purpose! What a toxic relationship! Even more so than Black and Mutt! Or is it? Underneath their hateful facade, they do care for each other. In another very weird but unhealthy way... That's it, everyone was going to try and help these two, as well find out more about what happened to them in the past, why they were what they were and maybe find a little love along the way. You and your brother never asked to become the alternate universe Sans and Papyrus you both created. But by fuck was it difficult to keep things together like this, now the AU Sans and Papyruses were trying to get close. Stars above have mercy on their SOULs.

An Error's Doll by EroseWisp (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You didn’t have a bucket list or anything, but you wished you could’ve at least read a few more fanfics or done literally anything fun before dying. Oh well, at least you didn’t have to socialize- Wait. Since when did dying mean becoming a doll in an Undertale multiverse? How did this happen?? This was inspired by a ton of reborn and reincarnated as Undertale characters fanfics and some other awesome stories! The main inspiration was ‘Little Dream Doll’ by KassyxTheDumbFox on Wattpad. Beware, this story is fan fiction and is not canon, and will include ooc characters, if you don’t like that please read something else. This is my first story so there’s no guarantee I will update regularly if at all, this is mostly self-indulgent. Just learned how to do this, so if anyone's curious and wants to see the story on Wattpad, here's a link! An Error's Doll on Wattpad!

Lay It All on the Table by lulu-writes (Teen And Up, Complete)

As hilarious as Papyrus had said it would be, you're starting to realize that Sans might have been hitting on you just as much as you'd been hitting on him. All under the guise of friendship. Feeding each other food? Holding each other's hands? Embracing tenderly? That's... That's all platonic, right? You're definitely not flirting.

#that was certainly a lot #reminder for the future that if you want to recommend fics #please make sure that you properly type out the title or the author's username #i was able to find most of these pretty easily #but it makes it easier for me to find them if i know exactly what i'm searching for #fic rec #fic recommendation #ao3 fic recs #utmv #reader insert #x reader #undertale #sans undertale #ask #mod sleepy

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shouyuus · 5 months ago

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hi bby!!!! for the ask game: (ノ*°▽°*) : how do you go about characterization? any advice on how you go about character analysis and interpretation is appreciated!

writer's ask game!

(ノ*°▽°*) : how do you go about characterization? any advice on how you go about character analysis and interpretation is appreciated!

omg yes i love characterization u__u so imma yap about this hehehee i think for me, i only really ever feel comfy writing for characters that i can "hear" the voices of inside my head, if that makes any sense, and so when i'm consuming a piece of media, it'll immediately stand out to me like which characters resonate "best" with me and what kinda "makes them tick" if that makes sense?

but to get even more nerdy, i'll look for the different "layers" of their characteristics, and then try to dig into their "core" that then feeds into those layers -- for hq and tsukki, at first you look at him and think "oh, he's kind of a dick" and like "he's snarky and a smartass" so the first "layer" would be "smartass" and like "kind of a dick" but then if you look further into his character, what feeds those things? oh, unresolved self-hatred stemming from trauma from his older brother playing the sport that he's also playing -- so what does that tell us about him, right? it tells us that tsukki, even tho he's a smartass and acts aloof, he cares deeply and takes things to heart, and is trying to basically "prove" to himself that what his brother did wasn't worth the hurt that it caused everyone -- which is a misguided sort of journey to embark upon (bc wouldn't u kno it, along the way he discovered that he rly does love volleyball and the friends he made along the way after all) and that the whole aloof thing is a defense mechanism that he's built to try and make sure that he doesn't get hurt like that (or that deeply ever again).

also like little things like the way he twists his fingers when he speaks, or like the way he "has to figure it out on his own" or that "he's always thinking" these are things that other characters say about him, but then really feed into his character and build out who he is -- he's the kinda guy who'll follow the facts till the end, but he's also the kinda guy who, if he facts lead him to a completely different conclusion than the one he had originally, he'll actually accept it. he might whinge about it for a second, but he'll never try to deny that his initial conclusion was, in fact, wrong. that kinda thing!!! lsdkjfd

#🌧 raindrops #𐙚 the feelings mutual #ask games #woa im sorry that went on for way longer than i thought but sdlfksjdi #i love doing character deep dives u__u #and ive also watched haikyuu so many times i can yap about my favs for like....... days #LOL also HI MELON HOWRE U THANK U SO MUCH FOR PLAYINGGGG WHEEE

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he1ian · 6 months ago

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tell more about ocs they all seem so cool

anon I hope you don't mind me yapping

im gonna talk about my main 3

(cw talk of religion)

sephiroth (21) is my first dnd guy ever, they're a tiefling cleric and they're so extremely religious,

they grew up in a village full of humans that's a closed off society of people devoted to their deity called mwezi and was the only tiefling in it (their actual home village got burnt down when they were super little so they don't remember it)(I don't want to say they grew up in a cult but it like Borders on Being One)(you need permission to leave the village for example)

their religion has like, 4 different levels of initiation, sephiroth's currently on 2nd and to gain the 3rd they must embark on a journey up north (reason for their current location in the campaign)

the religion is centered around moon, water and reflections (twilight domain) and is considered a heresy in our world

sephiroth is very cheerful, Extremely annoying (love them) and outgoing, lawful neutral alignment

their life before the events of the campaign was a good and happy one, they thrived in the village (despite not being seen very fondly by all of its residents but they aren't the brightest when it comes to social interactions so they didn't mind) and have a best friend called m'pya who's a complete opposite of them

m'pya is bored of her life in the village and would much rather leave, is still stuck on "level 1" (most people rank up to 2nd around the age of 18, m'pya's 21, sephiroth did when they were 14 😭)

before sephiroth left the village to embark on their journey they had an argument with m'pya and left without saying goodbye :-( last session we leveled up to lvl 5 and i got to send her a sending spell message and i was so :-((((( my shaylas...

tbh writing about their relationship with other party members would take ages but there's a bit on a wiki me and my friends are working on (it's an Extreme Work In Progress)

in last session they also met mwezian devotees from up north who are water genasi twins (austa and aunen) and BRO IT'S SO GOOD... the dm is so freaking evil... austa is very similar in her personality to sephiroth, in the way she's a know-it-all when it comes to mwezi and tries to show off, and her and her brother are like The perfect examples of what [a water goddess focused on reflections] would want and it's the complete opposite of sephiroth and man it's sooo 💨💨💨

honestly it's the most difficult to talk about them because we're 6 sessions in so there's actually the most info I have about them but I'd have to summarize the ENTIRE campaign for it to make sense 😭

anyways enough about this freak I still have two more

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kieł (fang in english), (19)(in goblin years) celestial warlock,

(cw mentions of abuse)

the continent he and other pcs are on is currently taken over by war of two sides, each representing one deity (one of life and one of death)

kieł isn't on any of the sides, he dgaf 🔥 but he's a mail carrier in the areas of higher danger, only caring about making enough money to survive

he grew up in an abusive household and has 11 siblings, after his last sibling - a sister - was born, his mother took her and escaped her husband, kieł hates his father more than anyone in the world and has Many conflicting feelings about his mother

his original name isn't kieł as it is just a nickname given by his two older siblings that he now uses as he wishes to not associate with anything related to his name nor surname

as soon as he reached adulthood (which was not long after his mother left) he also left, trying to just live on his own

no job was really sticking to him, he'd make the most money in taverns drunkenly playing the piano (which wasn't really much) until after the war broke out, someone tasked him with delivering a little thing to somewhere and it worked

he'd been delivering for a few months now which was a record for him, when he fell into a trap when taking a shortcut (dumbass)(it is mentioned that due to the fact that the deities got involved in the war there's been weird creatures of magic sources appearing) and he got his leg stuck in a trap meant for those

he was found and saved by his now patron (I wrote like 3k words for their first meeting I could talkkk) she's called Lady Dove and she's a lovely but stern lady :-) a bit like a mother :-) heh :-) but yeah she's not inherently evil, I like when patrons aren't evil...

because of her influence, kieł is constantly followed by pigeons (I use them as a visual gag for his spells and levels) (he has 5 pigeons following him rn because he's on 5th)(healing light is just a pigeon flying up and sitting on someone)(I love pigeons)

kieł is a very "using spells how I feel" rather than "learning how to use them" type of guy, he just kinda casts whatever and hopes it'll work (also a bird whistle is his arcane focus and he's so annoying with it)

a random fun fact is that he has a masquerade tattoo that he once got when him and a sorcerer he has been seeing at a bar for a while got drunk and the sorcerer decided to give him a tattoo (the way this guy's magic works is that he's covered in tattoos and each tattoo represents and allows him to cast different spells that he knows) the tattoo was originally supposed to allow him to cast alter self but because they were drunk he can only cast disguise self 😭

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ilyana silverbough (36) a harengon druid of the arctic circle of land

the world her story is set in is getting gradually covered in permafrost although she's not as aware of its consequence as she's lived in the snowy areas her whole life

(cw brief mentions of grooming [not going into details] and getting severely injured)

I based her appearance off of an arctic hare!! :D

ilyana comes from a family of circus performers, belonging to a group who traveled with their performances around the northern side of the world, in the more frozen areas, her speciality was juggling

she has two older sisters

when ilyana was 18, she found out that the owner of the circus, a much older man who had already been an adult when they were born, had proposed to her oldest sister who he had been swaying for years

upon finding this out, ilyana just straight up kills him but gets shunned out by the people of the circus, her sister shoots her in the leg, ilyana starts running

powered by sheer adrenaline she just runs straight ahead without really any plan until her body gives up and she collapses to the ground

after she hits the ground, she kinda has an out of body experience where she sees a unicorn, it feels like a vivid dream

after she regains consciousness, not really sure how much time has passed, she lays down in snow and is found by a young firbolg, hrok'tar :-), around her age

he's been picking up wood with his father, they pick her up and bring her to the local satyr doctor, who chops off her leg because it's beyond saving :-(

ilyana finds out that the village she's in operates on laws of "service for exchange of service", money holds no real value to residents of this place, so to repay she joins the satyr doctor (who's a lovely older lady) and helps her around, discovering that she has magic within her now

the way her circle of druids works is that there's one druid representing each section of the land circle and they all get chosen by the unicorn and she's the current active representative of the arctic land, so the circle is quite small

as her years go by she closely befriends 3 other people (morgana, elara and eldric) and of course hrok'tar who she became best friends very fast as soon as she appeared in the village

they form a guild (it's more of a group of vigilantes but guild sounds cool) called the almiraj guild (see what I did there), each person grabs the inspiration for their magic and/or style of fighting from different creatures (hrok'tar - hippogriff, elara - owlbear, eldric - displacer beast, morgana - faerie dragon) and they're best buddies i love themm :-(

her helmet is made out of unmelting ice, shout-out vio for this idea :-)

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anyways that's all I think they're all freaks (ilyana's pretty normal actually tbh) and yeah :-)

there's also mateusz, dolly and cassius for other rpgs apart from dnd but these guys are a story for another day....

also here's my toyhouse if you're interested in the guys :]

#ask!#anon i am So Sorry you have opened a pandoras box #but i am so autistic about these guys ouhhhhh ouhhhh ouhhhh #if anyone manages to read this entire thing i applaud you from the bottom of my heart #ocs

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kassiaactuallydraws · 5 months ago

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Thinking about the Wistim Swap Au again sooo long post time!

I made more picrews of human Withy, Endy, Jeb and Ron using this picrew:

I'm going to show them off and then explain what I've made of them

I'm a Withy with glasses truther

I like to imagine he becomes stronger as the story progresses but his body never reflects it. He's forever stuck looking like a twig (Or a skeleton C:)

His skin and clothes (Even tho you can't see it very well due to the cloak) look like they are always packed with mud. You can thank Steve for that one.

Instead of building The Cube, I imagine he probably tried to build some sort of castle to use as a base. Its quality is debatable.

He started his adventure after he left his village out of a belief that "they were holding him back from his true potential"

He's convinced he's destined for greatness (He's not)

Very active, to Steve's dismay

(While I'm at him, I'm going to mention Steve's deal in the Au too. Sorry I don't have an image but I'm still working on a drawing)

Steve is a demon here. I'm not sure if his realm will really be the Nether like it is to Withy in canon but eh, maybe he owns the Soul Sand Valleys.

He's VERY lazy, even more than canon. He's got overwhelming power so not a lot of people can force him to do anything.

His body is made out of mud and sand and earthly materials. He can turn liquid at will and will do so when he feels like relaxing.

Despite what you would expect, he's surprisingly easy to entertain. Sadly, Withy is not really up to performing any of the tasks Steve likes to spectate as he thinks they're lame.

Steve's capable of jumping from one entity to another, essentially hitching rides on their bodies. (Still stripping innocent animals out of their free will lmao) That's very likely how Withy got him stuck inside his; Withy was trying to kill something that just so happened to be Steve's unwilling host so he just jumped ship unto his body.

Maybe it turns out that Steve's always been able to leave? (Unlike Alex) But just doesn't bc unlike his previous hosts, this one actually does a really good job fending off threats so he doesn't have to invest much energy into keeping the body alive.

Withy is APPALLED when he finds out but refuses to let himself die just to get rid of Steve

Steve's hosts gain dirty and unkempt appearances from his presence which Withy HATES bc how could someone on His level be forced to look like this???

I can't remember who said Endy would be poc but you're so right

She would wear so much jewelry no matter how cumbersome it gets

Withy's only friend back in the village and upon hearing about his plans of leaving, decides to leave with him

She doesn't really think that he'll make it big like he says he will but hey, she's got nothing better to do and if he somehow does, she can brag that she was alongside him the entire journey!

Responsible for Withy's hair having braids in it sometimes (His hair texture doesn't really allow it but she will try)

Leaves to do tasks so she doesn't have to deal with the weirdo that followed them (When did he even arrive?)

Will throw him if he gets too close

Jeb isn't really seen by his 2 siblings very often but they are usually close to where he is.

Followed Endy and Withy when they embarked on their adventure

Convinced Endy's in love with him (Ew)

Plays the banjo

Will pick up critters like frogs or dogs when he sees them

Not allowed to be on his own anymore after the last time when he was left alone for a few hours and came with a child

He claims to not have noticed the kid was there until Endy pointed him out

Nobody really wants to take care of the kid so he's the one who usually keeps him out of trouble

And Endy has to keep watch over them too, as they'll get in worse trouble if she doesn't

Ron's like 8 in this Au? At least that's how I picture him but nobody really knows. Not even him

Just kinda appeared one day. Will just answer "I dunno" when asked where he came from

Doesn't have many clothes so Jeb usually lends him some. You can see him running around in oversized jackets due to this

Gets lost easily and someone usually has to go fetch him from where he wandered off

No matter how hard the group might try to keep him clean, he'll always have leaves and flowers on him. Usually they'll be on his hair

Despite his size, he's surprisingly tough. He's pretty strong too for his age, in a bit of scary way if you were to ask the group

Will get very quiet if you ask about his scars. He doesn't like to talk about where he got them.

(They were from a failed ritual by Hero. After losing most of his power on a battle, he was trying to find a body to possess and take revenge with. He missed an ingredient tho, so now he's stuck in the back seat of Ron's mind. Upon noticing Steve and Alex's presence on Withy's head, he convinced Ron to stay with the group to try and find a good opportunity to steal power from them.)

Hero insists Ron doesn't bring him up to the others, which Ron manages for the most part.

I imagine their dynamic to be sort of like this vine

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(That's what you get for picking a child as your host, Hero)

Hero used to be a fire/lava entity but upon losing his power, became a smoke/ghost-like entity instead. He had to find a host to not dissapear entirely.

I'm just realizing I completely neglected to mention Alex (I'M SORRY GIRL) so here's what I've got

She's definitely a beast type of monster. Imagine like a lion type of thing but bigger and stronger.

She probably used to live in the jungle and terrorize whatever villages made the mistake of settling too close to her territory.

Maybe she hates Steve for his interfering with one of her hunts? Maybe one of his hosts was passing by and managed to act as a distraction for her prey to escape

Or maybe he somehow killed her grandfather in this Au too

Who knows

She ends up in Withy's head after he kills her as part of his self-imposed quest. She will incite him to get into bigger and more dangerous situations

That's all I've got for now c: This Au is really fun to me but idk how in-character some of these ideas are •^•

Pstl fandom, let me know your thoughts plsss I wanna talk about this Au more

#Kassia's Unnamed Rambles #pstl #press start to laugh #wistim #what if steve talked in minecraft #withy pstl #endy pstl #jeb pstl #ron pstl #steve pstl #not tagging the rest bc I barely mentioned them #pstl swap au #pstl minecraft au #wistim swap au

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tgmsunmontue · 8 months ago

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Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 11/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN

ELEVEN

Jake likes Starscream, and not just because the Transformer refuses to admit he might have Jake as a friend. People are allowed more than a single friend. Javy is always telling him that, especially when he gets jealous over Javy’s other friends. God, he really wants to tell Javy about this, but he doesn’t imagine that he can. Not that he’s signed anything, or been given direct orders not to, however it’s all sort of been heavily implied. He can keep a fucking secret.

Another one.

The gathering of admirals, one captain and himself and Bradley is an odd bunch, however not as odd as what Jake’s started thinking of as the hangar Transformers. They’re all busy talking, or communicating in some way he doesn’t yet understand. Starscream is listening intently, although he’s also clearly trying to pretend he isn’t. God, he’s such a drama queen. Somehow Dustdrift has a beacon of some sort, either so it can find things, or things can find it, Jake’s not sure. Regardless Dustdrift can sense the location of Jetfire’s wings, now that the main body of Jetfire is there to give Dustdrift some sort of signal to attune to. Starscream is twitching in a way that’s making Jake jumpy and he wonders if he should say something.

“Can we go and get them? Like, now?”

“Rather than you travelling to collect them how about I see what the power of the US Navy can manage,” Admiral Kazansky suggests with a slight smile and Jake feels a little embarrassed. He should have known that they were listening.

“Oh. Of course sir.”

“I’m sure Captain Mitchell shares your eagerness to work on this project, however we can make plans for having a more secure and private workshop set up in order to rebuild Jetfire.”

“You aren’t rebuilding anything!” Admiral Cain snaps and Starscream is turning on him, snarling and Jake takes a step back, looks between him and Admiral Kazansky. A quick glance towards Maverick makes him do a double take, because it almost looks like he’s wanting Starscream to take a swing. “Call off your… thing,” Admiral Cain says to him, lip curled in derision, hand waving toward Starscream and Jake wonders how the man is so bad at reading the situation.

“Uh, Starscream?”

“I listen to no one…”

Yeah. That’s what Jake figured. However he steps in closer to Starscream, wants to make it clear to him that Jake has his back. Not that he needs it but… it’s what he’d do for Javy.

“You have to do obey us!”

“They have to do no such thing. Uh. Sir,” Bradley says, and Jake is once again glad for his presence, and maybe Bradley is more than he seems as well, because he hadn’t thought Bradley would have the balls to stand up to the other Admirals, then again maybe growing up so entrenched with them around him makes him more immune to the chain of command.

“What do you mean?” Admiral Courtney asks.

“Well, I believe that technically all of the Transformers that are… housed in Mav’s, sorry, Captain Mitchell’s hangar, are all, or at least, consider themselves neutral? I don’t believe they wish to be dragged into any altercations that humans may have with one another. Or the Autobots and the, uh, what are they called?”

“Decepticons,” Sally provides, and she sounds bored but Jake is pretty sure she’s watching and listening to Bradley as much as everyone else is right now.

“We have an agreement with the Autobots…” Admiral Courtney starts.

“And we may find it does not apply in this situation. So how about we wait for this leader to arrive. Can I make anyone a cup of coffee while we wait?”

There is definite grumbling then, both he and Bradley are getting side eyed like they should be making the coffee, despite the fact that clearly Captain Mitchell and Admiral Kazansky know their way around the hangar better than either he or Bradley. Bradley has in fact moved closer to him, back to everyone else and he carefully pulls a face only Jake can see and he has to stop himself from laughing in response. He might have a potential friend in Bradley, which is good if they end up getting thrown together because of all this going forward.

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Tom has the start of a terrible headache, and for once Mav isn’t the root cause. Doesn’t even come close. He’s aware it’s a fine tightrope he’s walking, keeping everyone happy. Or rather, all equally unhappy. Except Bradley and by default, Seresin. They’re young and he suspects that their career path is about to take a sharp veering turn. He has a feeling he’s going to have to fight to keep them in the air, however if he can foster whatever relationship is forming between Seresin and Starscream then he feels like they might have something of an edge if they can form an elite squad that is half human pilots and half Transformers that fly.

He busies his hands with making cups of coffee, glad to have a task to distract him. Mav is discussing something with Shaun Courtney, one of the Admirals Tom doesn’t mind dealing with, in terms of bureaucracy. He expects that the Transformers will have some form of deference to Optimus Prime, that as the apparent leader of the Autobots there is some type of chain of command and there will be an alleviation of his responsibilities.

All of that is dashed when a large semi-truck cab rolls toward them and he notices now the little emblem, because Hound has one as well that matches. None of the others do, although Starscream has something similar but different. They remind him of patches, designating affiliations. And okay, there can be heated competition and rivalries that crop up. But from what they’ve discussed, the Transformers have had all-out war. That is a terrifying thought, machines as large and destructive as they look to be, waging war anywhere near him. The truck has transformed into a robot and he’s standing there looking at everyone

“Orion Pax,” Sally says, and her expression reminds Tom of the sour faced art teacher he had in high school, never sure if she just disliked everyone or him specifically because he was so bad at art. He’s also a little confused, because if this isn’t Optimus Prime then who the hell is he?

“Sally. Good to see you doing well.”

“Is it? No thanks to you.”

“I am, and always will, try my best.”

“For the Autobots,” Sally says, tone dry and Tom feels like he’s missing a piece of the puzzle. A large piece.

“Optimus Prime…” Admiral Dildy starts and Tom straightens. Oh. So he is Optimus Prime. Although Sally uses a different name for him and clearly isn’t deferring to him in any which way.

Great.

“Let me introduce you to everyone,” Dildy starts, and then he’s off, introducing everyone, with him being introduced somewhere in the middle and well before Cain, despite being the same rank. Then Pete, Bradley and Seresin are introduced, not quite as an afterthought but clearly mentioned as those there because of their connection with Transformers, rather than their rank having earnt them a spot.

“Greetings. I am Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobots.”

There’s an array of different noises and he glances around to see wide array of expressions. Some have simply removed themselves completely and Tom wishes he had had a lot more time to sit with Sally and talk, to learn about her world view because he’s starting to expect that the file he’s familiar with is definitely a case of the history being written by the victors.

“He’s not my leader. I follow no one.” Oh. Okay then. “And if being an Autobot means I have to follow him, then I am no Autobot.”

All of the Transformers with the exception of Hound have gathered behind Sally now, even Bronco is there, although he’s looking sulky about it and Tom wishes he knew how ages with Transformers worked. Starscream stalks across the rough circle they’ve formed, coming to stand behind Tom.

“I will listen to his words,” Starscream says, inclining his head towards Tom. “But I have not promised to obey anyone.”

“Do not speak as if Megatron has any higher ground or as if following him blindly or seeking power is a greater thing,” Sally spits out and Mav is looking absolutely thrilled. No wonder she finds a kindred spirit in him.

Tom looks to Starscream, then Seresin and then Mav and Sally. Bradley and Bronco. They’ve all got a guardian in some form, but they can’t protect them from the machinations of the US Navy.

That’s his job.

… … …

There are some definite perks of not being a high enough rank, because people don’t seem to care where he goes or what he does. He can hear Ice… discussing things. Obviously whatever it is isn’t top secret, because they’ve made no attempt to leave or find somewhere more private. The new Transformer, Optimus Prime, is getting the cold shoulder from pretty much all the other Transformers except Hound, who has walked off down the airstrip in a huff when Admiral Cain complained about his smoking.

“Does he seem like a bit of a goodey-two-shoes to you?” Jake asks and Bradley looks to the side to where Jake is leaning against Mav’s work bench, fingers absentmindedly twirling a fine screwdriver.

“You mean Optimus Prime?”

“Yeah. Kind of a…” Jake trails off and pulls a face and Bradley snorts softly in amusement.

“The name is kind of…”

“Right?”

“He reminds me a little of Ice, the person who has to somehow answer for all the chaos of those around him. But the fact that Sally and Bronco won’t be associated with him makes me… wary I guess?”

“Yeah. Got to trust your gut right?”

“Yeah. Exactly,” Bradley agrees.

… … …

“Well, we also want to figure out how, or why, these Transformers selected you to… befriend.”

Jake’s eyes narrow, glances across at Admiral Kazansky who has his arms crossed.

“Jetfire is a scientist. Fix him and you can ask him all the questions you want,” Starscream states, and Jake is sure he’s trying to be helpful, but the Admiral talking simply looks a little intimidated.

“Jetfire is indeed an accomplished scientist. Their insights would be very useful.”

“I am not helping you rebuild him for him to once again be made to follow your whims Optimus…”

“Jetfire chose his own path. He will again.”

Starscream’s eyes narrow and Jake is pretty sure it’s only going to be a matter of time before Starscream loses it. He doesn’t know if he wants to be there to see it when it happens, or not.

… … …

“Sir, I cannot get him to change the music on the radio station when we’re driving somewhere, I cannot exactly command him to do anything. Bronco’s my friend. Not my subordinate. He really doesn’t listen to what I tell him.”

“Well, will he do it if Optimus Prime tells him?”

Bradley keeps the disbelief from his face, but he doesn’t miss the eyeroll Jake gives him, because has this man missed the entire last few hours?

“I think that is even less likely sir. I believe they’re sending out drivers and more vehicles to collect you all.”

Admiral Nilsson sighs and walks away, clearly hoping he was going to get a different response from his colleagues and Bradley wonders how out of touch some of them are.

There is a definite plan now. All of them moving to Fallon. A hangar and lab for rebuilding Jetfire has already been assigned. The wings on their way to getting collected as per the coordinates that Dustdrift had provided. He and Jake are both going to continue flying, but also learn about the full mechanics of Transformers. Mav is going as well, not only to fly, but because he has unwittingly become the most experienced Transformer mechanic to exist that isn’t a Transformer themselves. Mav is vibrating with excitement about learning more, but it’s the fact that he gets to keep flying which makes him equal parts excited and relieved. Ice had argued that the Navy has spent the time and money on training them, and to remove them was a waste.

Starscream had mentioned something about being Jake’s wingman and that had devolved into an entirely new discussion, one which Ice had very quickly put a pin in and said it could be revisited again in the future if and when necessary, considering that while Jake would follow orders, Starscream would not, and could not be expected to. That had calmed everyone’s jets, and Starscream had also looked suitably impressed.

He feels like he can breath again.

… … …

“Cain is not going to like this.”

“Cain can go fuck himself.”

“Professional Mav, very professional.”

“I’m sorry. Let me rephrase. Cain can leave and find himself another pursuit. Hopefully far far away.”

“He has clearance though right?”

“Yes. Obviously.”

“Well damn.”

“The hangar is private property though, despite being ex-Navy owned, it’s private now. They cannot enter without good reason. Make sure you at least try not to give them a reason Mav. Please?”

“Of course I’ll try.”

Admiral Kazansky sighs and Jake bites back a grin, because now that everyone else has left both Admiral Kazansky and Captain Mitchell have relaxed considerably. It’s nice to see, along with Bradley also having relaxed a bit.

“That’s all I can hope for. Come on. Let’s go home.”

“I thought we were going to sleep here?”

“Pete, I can’t sleep in your trailer. I’m sorry, but I’m old and I need my bed. Plus Bradley and Seresin might be young, but I’m sure they’d also appreciate beds.”

“But I always sleep better with you…”

“I’m not stopping you from coming back with me,” Admiral Kazansky says quietly, and Jake bites his lip, looks away, catches Bradley’s eyes who rolls them and jerks his head toward the open door of the hangar. Jake walks toward it, glances over to where Starscream and Bronco are talking, too quietly to hear. Hound has gone back with the brass and Optimus Prime. He’s glad that whatever faction the hangar Transformers belong to they aren’t in direct conflict with Starscream.

“So… seem like we’re going to Fallon.”

“Seems like it.”

TWELVE

#Caring Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide #hangster #Top Gun Maverick #AU #TF and TGM crossover

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