#(Trust me if i could draw them none of you would be safe)

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Daryl Dixon w/ immune reader— 'we're all infected, why does it matter if you're the cure?'

Yandere Daryl saw your scraggly ass aimlessly wandering through the abandoned pharmacy he needed to raid. Walkers, five of em', and you fought them off bare fisted. Pretty badass, and fucking stupid, if Daryl has anything to say about it. You're bleeding from your neck more than any living person should.

A bite. You're bit.

No wonder you could care less if one of the rotting corpses bites on ya.

He wants to put you down like he should. He lines up his crossbow with your head, and like a deer caught in headlights, you flee.

Goddammit all.

Shouldn't matter anyway. You'll become another walker. At the most you got some gauze.

It had to be months again before he saw you on another run. There you are—banged up and just a lil more than skin n' bones, but there you are alive none the less.

Yandere Daryl admits to himself that it's the first time he's been intrigued by someone in a long while. Maybe that's why he's insisted on going on runs by himself these past few months. Maybe just maybe deep down he wanted to see you again.

It isn't hard to simply surprise you from behind and disarm you. He knocks you out and lowers you to the sidewalk. He doesn't see any walkers near, so he can check your wound out easy.

You still have gauze over it, but it has long since needed a change. It's drenched in fresh blood and covered in old. He unwraps it to see the damn bite. He can't tell if it looks better or worse now.

"Poor sap, what am I gonna do with you? Whats good a cure if there's no docs, only greedy men in this world." He tsks.

Yandere Daryl picks you up and carries you back to the group. He wraps a slightly torn shawl around your neck. It's one he found near the store you collapsed at. There's a reason you have been out here all these months.

You could'a just given up and died.

You could'a found a group.

Instead you found him again.

"Must've been fate, huh?" He chuckles humorlessly.

The way you looked at him. You're runnin' from somethin'. He just has to figure out what.

Yandere Daryl decides you're his to take care of. When he carries you into Alexandria, he doesn't let anyone else get their hands on you. He doesn't answer anyone's questions while he walks in and towards his house. He locks himself in and tells anyone that comes by to piss off.

Screw the rules and whatever the fuck.

You're a mystery that he has to solve.

So he grabs a change of clothes and some food for you. He plops them down on the table and sits in the opposite chair.

He doesn't mind waitin' for a while. It gives him plenty o' time to think. Somethin' in him is just stirrin'. He just can't decide what.

Yandere Daryl calms you down after you wake up. You can barely form words on those pretty lips and tongue of yours. Naturally, you question him and his motives. You're defensive and don't elaborate at first.

It takes just a handful of threats about exposing you and spreading around the fact there is an immune person to unravel your need for secrecy.

Somewhat.

You only tell him that you're being hunted by a group you were once with.

"Mind elaborating, hun?" Daryl draws out while looking over your figure for what feels like the thousandth time.

"I'll tell you—but I swear to God if you use this against me I'll stab you through the head a dozen times over."

"Fair nuff."

"They would—If you get bit and are injected with... well, enough of my blood then it acts as a cure..."

They fuckin' what?

Yandere Daryl vouches for you, and you end up in Alexandria. You get no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They assign you to his house. Daryl definitely convinced Rick that since you're a newcomer and you trust him more, he could keep a watchful eye on you. It totally isn't because there's this strange all possessing feeling that keeps latching onto his heart when you're around.

He keeps your secret safe n' sound. He manages to steal enough makeup from rundown stores to keep your healing bite covered up. He makes sure you are eating and getting healthier. He checks up on you before and after he gets done with a run. Hell, he reminds you of shit he forgets about all the time.

This does extend to him killing people to keep you safe. They looked at you wrong. Maybe one of the residents feels suspicious about you. They may even have confronted Daryl and questioned him. Oh, well. Just another one pushed to the biters.

Daryl has never had a strict moral compass. So he doesn't feel bad about murdering people who he is supposed to consider his neighbors.

Of course, those who came with him to Alexandria get the privilege of questionin' you just a bit. He's quick to shut that shit down, though.

Carol is the only one who is close enough to knowing that you are immune. She knows that Daryl has something more than platonic towards you. She also knows that you were injured with something that looked suspiciously like a walker bite mark when Daryl first lugged you in. (She snuck in and looked through your scarf while Daryl wasn't aware.)

She just isn't looking for trouble. She doesn't want to believe it, as it doesn't seem plausible. There have been too many false hopes from the CDC to Eugene.

So she let's Daryl foster his feelings towards you while watching out for you both. If Daryl ever oversteps a boundary with you, Carol will be there to knock him up side the head, call him a stupid redneck, and threaten him in the most motherly way possible. 

Yandere Daryl never saw you have so much terror in the eyes as the day he mentioned The Saviors. It clicked in his mind immediately. He has only felt that rage one other time in his life: when he learned Meryl had been handcuffed to the roof and left for dead.

He didn't think, but he acted. He held you and refused to let go. It's just so fuckin' unfair. He loses everyone that has a semblance of importance to him. Not you. Not this time.

His only thought was that he was going to burn every one of those fuckers to the ground—innocent or not.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

okie chokie, let’s go

uhhh

just gonna paste this directly from my notes cuz I suck at summarizing…

Witch au:

Okay, so this entire thing essentially revolves around lunar because um reasons that I don’t feel like disclosing (I have none). Okay. So. There’s this funky lil pendant that pretty much everyone sees as a priceless artifact. There’s legends surrounding at, whispers of untold power beyond time and space, secrets that bend reality to your every whim. (Fun fact that definitely isn’t important at all: KC helped design it!) So of course, a certain orange dorito man goes looking after it. He’s dedicated pretty much his entire life to researching its abilities and whereabouts, and finally, after countless years of searching, it’s in the palm of his hand. Exceeeept…whoops! He doesn’t know how to use it. And he tries everything: he flips through all his texts, all the notes left behind, but there’s nothing said about activating it. He tries knocking, incantations, different acids and solvents (fun fact: he was an alchemist’s apprentice for a lil while in his youth!) to no avail. Finally, he rubs the dumb thing like Alladin’s lamp, grasping for straws before giving up and tossingn the damn thing across the room. And who should come out but a little ghost, curious to see who disrupted its vessel.

Lunar is essentially like Casper. Very sweet and friendly, but a little oblivious of boundaries. Besides, he hasn’t been outside in a loooong time; he’s eager to explore and check out what’s changed, much to Eclipse’s chagrin. He doesn’t exactly like the new spirit, but it’s the only lead he has in unlocking the pendant’s power. So, he puts up with him, albeit not with the…best treatment. Eclipse isn’t exactly well-versed with kids; he hardly got to be one for very long. That, and his main priority is the pendant; Lunar’s a liability. He conducts a good deal of experiments, trying to set Lunar free from the object, but that is seemingly impossible. As Eclipse’s experiments continue to fail, his temper grows shorter, and Lunar suffers all the worse for it. Eventually, Eclipse gives up altogether and scraps the project regarding Lunar’s involvement, and seeks out someone to just break the pendant in hopes that that’ll work (his time working on it have made him…less than mentally stable). So, poor Lunar finds out and is cast to the wayside, seemingly forgotten. He resolves to run away and escape Eclipse’s place (since he has no real ties there besides the emotional abuse and manipulation on Eclipse’s part) with the pendant tied around his neck. 

He wanders around for a lil while, and what should he happen upon but a nice little cabin in the middle of the woods. It’s a lot cozier than Eclipse’s, and he wanders inside in hopes of somehow figuring out how to solve this little amulet issue since it’s…kinda not great for him either. So he explores the little house, only to be caught red handed by our good friend the witch.

Moon is the witch in this au. He, like Eclipse, was also an alchemist under KC, but he actually completed his training and went on to study on his own, becoming fairly well-versed in magic and the dark arts. Anywho, he walks into his cabin and meets this little ghost who looks absolutely terrified at his presence. Moon assures him that he’s not here to cause any trouble, and the ghoul seems to relax, if only slightly. Moon essentially decides to just let him stay for as long as he wants to, only saying that he might have a bit of an issue with his brother…

Sun isn’t a witch like Moon, He dabbled a little bit in alchemy, but he only knows the basics of that and most magic. His knowledge gravitates more towards creatures of myth and legend. He’s a demon hunter of sorts (he runs into a particular demon at some point…), collecting the necessary ingredients for Moon’s experiments, as well as a few of his own. He comes home a week or two after Lunar, and, considering his line of work, may have…overreacted a little. Moon stops him and explains the situation, after which Sun profusely apologizes to a wary and somewhat fearful Lunar. 

I’m gonna just cut myself off here cuz I ran out of steam for the day.

(uhh @sunnyinajar mmmgonna tag you cuz uh you seemed uh somewhat hyped about this jumble of ideas earlier but uh I dunno yea here’s this um yes right sorry for tagging you if you already saw it or didn’t uh wanna see it and uh yeah I’m gonna stop talking before I delete this entire thing and shove it down a garbage shoot-)

[heauxvibez]

Under

warning: smut (18+)

You be making waves, my ship's here to stay I got what it takes to swim up in it all day I want you to shake it, later tell me it was great When I go under, under

"Roman, stoooppp," Destinee cautioned, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement as she leaned back and swatted his hand away, allowing the soft folds of the bed sheets to envelop her.

On their precious day off, they lay in the comfort of their bed, savoring every moment of relaxation. She reclined, bare above the waist, adorned only in a pair of Pink briefs. He lounged beside her, solely in Nike briefs, the epitome of comfort.

As they nestled together, she nestled against him, her back finding solace in the warmth of his chest, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. His hand, tender and loving, found its place between her thighs.

Roman allowed her warning to fall upon deaf ears. He traced delicate patterns on her thigh with his fingertips, each stroke a gentle caress against her skin.

"Please, baby," he begged his voice a soft melody that danced through the air, pleading for her to give in.

Destinee couldn't help but chuckle at his persistence, her laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets as she shook her head playfully. With a gentle push, she resisted his touch her hand pushing his away.

"No, Roman. I'm not about to let you charm your way into eating me up like a Thanksgiving dinner."

Though her words held firm, there was a twinkle in her eyes that betrayed them. Despite her defiance, there was a mutual understanding between them, they had established a safe word. Roman understood that if she ever needed him to stop, she would speak that word without hesitation.

"Come ooonn," he protested with a whine, tilting his head back as his unruly curls escaped their confines of the ponytail.

"Why not?" he murmured with a little sigh, his lower lip sticking out slightly as he lifted his head to lean it on her shoulder. His silky hair fell over her neck and face like a cozy blanket. She pretended to spit out his hair as some strands landed on her lip, making them both chuckle.

"Well, you see," she admitted, her voice slightly muffled as she pulled the sheet up around her, seeking refuge from his teasing touch, "I've never tried it before."

Destinee had been through many relationships, but none had made her feel truly comfortable enough to explore intimacy deeply. Then came Roman, a source of comfort and safety in her journey. With him, she felt free to discover her sexuality step by step, at her own pace. Roman's patience and support allowed her to slowly uncover new aspects of herself, creating a strong foundation of trust and security. As their bond grew, Destinee began to crave a bit of vulnerability from Roman, the deeper their connection, the further she allowed him to explore her.

He wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, drawing her body closer to his. Her back pressed even more tightly against his chest, and she could feel his breath on her neck. He had a plan, a tried-and-true method that always worked when he wanted something from her.

With a low, husky voice, he whispered in her ear, "Well then, let me be your first, baby girl."

Destinee shuddered at the touch of his hand. He slowly slid it down the length of her bare torso, using light, gentle touches to ease her mind. His fingers traced delicate patterns on her skin, making her breath hitch.

"I just want to please you, can I do that?" he murmured softly. As he spoke, he pressed his lips gently against the nape of her neck, leaving soft kisses that made her skin tingle. His warm breath brushed against her, sending toe-curling shivers down her spine. Meanwhile, his hand moved to the waistband of her boy shorts, fingers lightly tracing the edge of the fabric in a teasing manner, making her heart race.

She began to feel butterflies in her stomach, fluttering wildly. The things this man did to her were unexplainable. If she wasn't so breathless and speechless from his gentle touches, she'd be begging him to touch her more.

Roman almost had her right where he wanted her—almost. He knew he had to keep going until she was completely weak, melting in his hands. Hopefully, that wouldn't be too hard for him.

Destinee prayed to God, asking for strength as Roman slid his hand into her underwear. She quickly snapped her thighs tightly together before he could reach her most sensitive spot. Mentally, she patted herself on the back for managing to gain some self-control.

"I told you, I'm not playin' with you, Roman," she groaned, her voice shaky but determined.

She thought she had complete control. But then she felt his tongue gently stroke the outer shell of her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She began to crumble as she realized just how powerful his touch could be.

"Come on, baby, open those pretty legs of yours for daddy," he whispered, his voice smooth. His calloused hands gently massaged her thighs, kneading the soft skin with a tender and firm touch. He traced slow, soothing circles, trying to coax her into relaxing and giving in to his touch.

"Please..." he begged, his voice vulnerable. She'd began to weaken, and her thighs, no longer pressed tightly together, parted slightly. This gave him the chance to sneak his hand in, his fingers gently exploring her sweet spot.

"Mmm..", he moaned softly as he slipped his fingers into her wetness. The warmth of her walls engulfed him, and he felt himself melting the deeper his fingers went. He planted soft, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, his lips trailing along her skin. Pretty moans escaped her lips as she pulsated around his fingers, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of them.

His warm breath on her neck, combined with his slow, deliberate movements, made her whimper softly. Each shaky exhale of his sent her into a spiral.

But what really drove her mad was when he pulled his fingers out of her. She listened, mesmerized, as he brought them to his mouth. He sucked and slurped on them for a good minute, making sure she heard him enjoy every lick and taste of her juices. The sounds made her heart race and her pussy pulsate. Then, without hesitation, he slid his fingers back into her underwear, the sensation even more intense than before.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he expressed in a breathy moan. The words sent a wave of heat through her, and she couldn't hold back the few sobs that escaped her lips.

As his fingers continued to stroke her insides, his palm occasionally brushed against her clit. Roman, focused on pumping his fingers in and out, not realizing the extra stimulation he was giving her. But Destinee felt every touch, and it drove her wild. She started panting, her breaths coming faster and faster. Grabbing hold of his wrist, she begged him, her voice desperate and pleading, "Please, let me cum.".

"I'm not letting you cum unless it's on my tongue," he spoke sternly before allowing his groans to caress her ears.

"Roman... please..." she begged, her voice trembling with need. She tried to guide his fingers, but he held them still, refusing to budge.

"You gonna let me taste it?" he asked, his tone both demanding and eager, his eyes locked down on her, awaiting her response.

Destinee's exhale was deep, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself to be devoured by him.

"Yes..." Her voice was a whispered affirmation.

As he descended, he trailed kisses along her shoulders and down her body, relishing in her small moans and gasps. His own moans mingled with hers in a small symphony. His hair followed above him, the locs also leaving a blazing trail as he made his way down.

With a self-satisfied smirk, Roman dove beneath the covers, his actions swift and determined.

The fabric of her boy shorts strained as he all but tore them off. Her thick thighs were gently but firmly parted.

Positioning her thighs on his shoulders, he held them with a confident grip, readying himself to drown in her juices. He steeled himself, he knew she would attempt to run.

He licked his lips, eyes fixated on her folds, as he blew his minty breath across her slit. With each puff, her clit seemed to harden under the faint touch.

Destinee pulled back the sheets, eager to watch him.

Their eyes locked, his dark gaze meeting hers, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

He stuck his tongue out, taking a large, long lap at her slit, watching as Destinee bit on her bottom lip.

He did that a few times, swirling his tongue around her clit.

Her body froze as he wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves. It was a new sensation, and her mind raced, torn between wanting to pull him closer by his hair or push him away.

"Jesus... what are you doing to me?" she muttered, her voice trembling as she tried to wrap her mind around what her body was feeling. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck.

Her juices were dripping everywhere, and he eagerly lapped up her nectar. With each kiss, he slipped his long, thick tongue deep inside her. It felt almost like he was reaching into her chest.

"Driving you insane, clearly..." he chuckled, licking his glossy lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

He gently nibbled on her thighs, giving them soft kisses afterward to soothe them. Then, he went back to exploring her wetness eagerly. He really enjoyed it. He felt like he could spend forever between her legs, just listening to all the sounds she made - the moans, the squeals, the screams. He was completely hooked on her and couldn't get enough.

"Don't stop, daddy..", she moaned, thrusting against his tongue.

"I don't plan on it, baby."

Roman gently moved his hands upward along her body, his fingers providing support to her lower back. His thumbs gently stroked her waist, while his tongue moved quickly against her, savoring her sweetness.

He sensed her inner muscles tighten around his tongue, releasing all their sensations into his mouth. Her body tensed as she reached climax. It felt incredibly powerful, especially since they were new to this experience; everything seemed so unfamiliar yet exciting.

She couldn't help but let out squeals as he kept going. Even after she climaxed, he didn't pause, his lips staying firmly on her clit. She felt so sensitive that she feared she might faint if he didn't stop soon

She gently pushed him away, shaking her head.

"Enough... please, stop, Ro."

With one final lick, he kissed his way back up her body.

"How was it?" he murmured, nuzzling back into the warmth of her neck.

Her fingers wove through the soft tangle of his curls, a contented smile playing on her lips. "It was amazing," she replied.

He chuckled softly, the sound reverberating against her skin. "I can tell," he teased, his words causing a delicate blush to bloom on her cheeks.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she gently pushed him away, reaching for the comfort of the blankets as she settled onto her side.

" I'm going to sleep," she mumbled, her voice carrying a hint of playful defiance.

But he wasn't ready to let her go just yet. With a tender touch, he drew her close, mirroring the intimate embrace they had shared earlier.

Planting soft, lingering kisses along the curve of her shoulder, he whispered against her skin, "I love you."

A smirk danced on her lips as she responded, "I know," before surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

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[drak3n]

THE BEST FRIEND

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: perhaps you shouldn’t have waited so long.

ꨄ. CONTENT WARNINGS: unrequited love, mostly angst, hurt & some sort of comfort? best friends trope, one mention of murder at the beginning, a little bit of baji x reader

bold italic quotes = letter excerpts

PROLOGUE. | SERIES MASTERLIST.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“it’s impossible for anyone not to love you. has anyone ever told you that?”

there were times in which even a district like shibuya — always vibrant and full of life — was eerily quiet and void of people.

people you’d want to be around with, at least. people who made you feel safe roaming the streets at this hour. right now, you didn’t feel all too comfortable walking past streets with alleyways looking awfully sketchy.

every tiny sound made you walk faster than before, it be a cat scratching at a trashcan, a breeze howling against buildings, or leaves crunching under your shoes. you just wanted to get this over with and head back home into your trusted four walls.

you grunted as your ran face-first into someone you hadn’t seen, which you wanted to blame your terrible night vision for.

the figure didn’t move and you tried to stay calm. you uttered an apology and tried to rush past them, careful not to draw too much attention.

maybe they were just minding their own business. they didn’t have to be a murderer or anything.

“you shouldn’t be out here by yourself at this time,” the person suddenly called out. you halted. “someone got murdered right over there two days ago.”

the shiver that ran down your spine at the husky words was inevitable, your eyes darting over to where he pointed to show you the place was just a couple feet away from where you were standing. it didn’t help that the boy said it with so little emotion.

“thanks for telling me… i just really need to drop by at the nearest local duty pharmacy,” you responded. under the halfway functioning street light, you recognized a very tall boy, perhaps around your age, so 15 or 16 years of age.

the dragon tattoo on the side of his head drew your attention. it didn’t necessarily elicit bad thoughts, it just looked very unique.

“i’ll accompany you.” his offer took you by surprise; it wasn’t like you had been used to others being nice to you before. when he continued walking towards your destination, you quickly joined him, barely able to catch up with his long strides.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“how could a person be a best friend, mentor, older brother and father all at the same time? you made the impossible possible.”

hanging out with the boys was exhausting, to say the least. there wasn’t anyone you particularly disliked, but they could be a lot. you didn’t really mind that they were all part of a gang, all that mattered to you was that none of them had ever made a move to hurt you or others.

“i’m saying, that’s not how you solve that question!”

rolling your eyes at the first division commander discussing with you, you threw your arms in the air. you were currently all lounging off in the warehouse, with you having joined them after they had finished a meeting.

draken always insisted on you never, ever joining a meeting of the tokyo manji gang. he would never want you to get involved with their business.

“baji, are you seriously telling me i’m in the wrong?” you shoved your purple flip phone out of the pocket of your school uniform skirt, unlocking it to click onto the calculator function. “you must be stupid if you think that three times 24 is 72–”

the whole warehouse went quiet after that. blood rushed to your face, your entire head and ears feeling steaming hot as the brunette started laughing at you. the others were too immersed in their own thoughts to listen.

“who’s the stupid one now?” bending down to your height, baji flashed you his cocky smirk, revealing sharp canines. your eyes stung with tears of humiliation.

before he could tease you a little more, because you were so easy to tease, a hand shoved the boy with long hair back to create a distance between you and him. it was him.

“baji, that’s enough.” draken’s firm voice made said boy shrug and back off. “it’s just a dumb mathematical equation.”

when you sniffled and crossed your arms in front of your chest, turning away deliberately to hide your embarrassed self from the others, a palm settled on the top of your head.

looking up, you saw draken grinning down at you ever so gently.

“don’t worry about it, everyone makes mistakes.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i failed to tell you. i thought my actions would be enough to prove what i felt. perhaps you knew all along, but decided not to talk about it. you were always thoughtful and considerate. but i wasn’t special.”

it was a gloomy day for you today. you were excited to see draken, putting in a lot of effort while getting ready and wearing one of your best outfits, just to see that he hadn’t joined the otherd at the usual group hangout today.

“wasn’t it emma’s birthday today?” mitsuya recalled. mikey wasn’t there either. unbeknownst to you, baji’s eyes wandered to look at how you’d react.

as someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, you were terrible at masking how you felt. he didn’t miss the way your face fell.

draken and emma were always close to each other. of course they were, as her brother and draken have been inseparable since middle school. you couldn’t compare to her. you’d just met him not even two years ago.

you were slowly realizing that despite him doing a lot for you and always being there for you, you perhaps didn’t mean as much to him as emma did.

after all, draken was nice to everyone.

“someone’s grumpy,” baji commented slyly, and this time, you didn’t have it in you to bicker with him. this time, there was no draken to tell him to stop either.

the two missing blondes joined you hours later, with mikey nudging his taller vice’s side teasingly while talking about how sly kenny was for having found that plushie emma had wanted for the longest time.

it made your mood even more sour than it already was, and you pondered about an excuse to leave, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and forget about it.

forget about your stupid feelings for someone whose heart was already taken, and who saw you as nothing more than a friend.

“hey (f/n), that’s a pretty outfit,” mikey commented, “you going somewhere?” draken glanced down at you curiously while you forced a tight-lipped smile on your face. you inwardly thanked the leader of toman for saving you like this.

“yeah. i’ll see you guys.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“would things have been different if i’d just confessed to you while i still had the time? it would have been selfish. she was the first to know and love you, after all.”

ken and mikey had dropped out of high school at 17. they had big plans of opening a workshop for cars and motorcycles. by the time you graduated high school, they already had their small, cozy shop. toman was no more, and everything was well.

objectively speaking, it was. but subjectively? you weren’t too sure about that.

by the time you entered the italian restaurant, the table that caught your eyes was already pretty crowded. it wasn’t a surprise anymore, you were always late, after all.

too late. those two words echoed in your head as you looked at emma and draken sitting next to each other, her blushing feverishly when he removed something from her hair.

that could have been you.

“let’s go.” hearing baji’s voice behind you surprised you, and even more did it to feel his hand on your back, guiding you towards the table. as much as he was a jerk, you didn’t believe he did it out of ill intent to humiliate you.

the hours went by, and you had all eaten to your hearts’ content, now exchanging light jokes and future aspirations to one another. emma mentioned wanting to be a housewife, and the ken getting married to her made you want to throw up everything you’d eaten today.

“how about you?” mitsuya asked you, who had talked the least tonight. “any plans for college?” you smiled awkwardly when you felt draken’s eyes on you.

he had always wanted you to go all the way with your education, having supported you whenever he could. you were more than thankful for that.

“i actually got an admission for law in osaka.” the blonde sitting right across from you smiled so brightly, and you were sure it would have made you melt if emma didn’t have her head on his shoulder.

it was almost childish how you had tried to interpret every single of draken’s actions as a possible chance for something to develop between you two. your chances were long gone.

you had never stood one to begin with.

“i knew you could do it! you were always a smart girl.”

his compliment made you feel worse than it should have.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you told me to go and pursue my dreams. i knew that if you had told me to stay, i would have. how idiotic of me, right? i ended up leaving and letting you slip from my grasp without you ever having been in it.”

after moving away for college, you hardly visited tokyo anymore. and to be quite honest, you preferred that. it was good to stay away from the source of what had drained you for so long.

draken hadn’t taken advantage of your feelings for him, no. he was the last person on earth who’d be willing to do that. but that didn’t mean it hurt any less to be trapped in a web of unrequited love.

you were in your fourth year of law school when an invitation laid in your mailbox. you just knew from the second you looked at the envelope without even opening it. it was exactly what you’d anticipated it to be.

a marriage invitation, for you to join ken ryuguji and emma sano for the most important day of their lives. you stood in front of the mailbox, staring at the piece of pretty paper for at least twenty minutes, as if it was ever going to change.

he was going to get married. not to you.

all of your dreams of walking down the aisle in a pretty, white dress, approaching him with his sweet smile, crushed to bits and pieces.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i have never wished you anything else but happiness, and i still do. she makes you happy, and that’s all i could have ever asked for. i saw it in your eyes that day. you never looked at me like that.”

the wedding reception was nothing short of beautiful. catered to everyone’s tastes, it left nothing to the imagination.

the wedding of your dreams had always looked like this.

it was bittersweet how another woman was going to live that dream to the fullest, with the man of your dreams, at that.

thankfully, you weren’t left alone with your thoughts while you waited for the couple to come to the rented hall after they would get lawfully wedded. mitsuya and his sisters kept you company, making sure to recommend you everything they had tried at the enormous buffet.

“pretty sure they’re coming now,” mitsuya informed you as he stared at his wristwatch. you gulped and looked into your glass of soda.

oh what you wouldn’t have given to be in her shoes, taking on his last name… waking up next to him every single day, having his children.

you felt absolutely and utterly horrible. like all those years you’d spent away from this had caught up to you, leaving you to drown in your unrequited feelings.

before you could excuse yourself to the bathroom and ruin your perfectly done makeup by indulging in a five-minute breakdown, you were stopped by a hand finding your shoulder. it felt as if life was sucker-punching you in the gut once again.

“hey, baji.” your voice was low, and you didn’t notice mitsuya leading his sisters away from the table. his formerly wild, brown hair was much shorter now, tied up in a ponytail, and he wore a dark gray tuxedo.

when he opened his mouth, you shook your head. “i can’t take any teasing today. i mean it.”

your words weren’t even harsh, you just sounded exhausted. his grin disappeared, soon replaced by a frown. “i’m aware,” baji stated, “i couldn’t have attended if i was you.”

with a raised brow, you stared at him to explain what he meant. “i’ve known since back then.” you looked down, pursing your lips to stop them from trembling and giving it all away. you were asking to change the topic until the two would enter through the door and make your mood plummet entirely.

baji knew you better than you could have guessed. so this time, instead of poking fun at you, he actually tried to make you feel better

“by the way, i’m moving to osaka for med school for the next semester. i finally got in.”

it still stung when you saw draken and emma entering the hall hand-in-hand. you couldn’t compare that sting to any other kind of physical pain you’d endured in your life, it felt worse than broken limbs or a cut that needed to be stitched.

but he was happy, the way you never saw him be. he had never smiled as purely as he did when he danced with his wife, kissing the back of her hand that now adorned a ring to bind them to each other forever.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i’m sending this letter even after it all. even though i know i’m too late. don’t get me wrong, i have deliberately not added your new address. you will never get this letter. this is just for myself, to liberate what i’d held onto for multiple years.”

you picked up the call after one shrill ring, holding your phone against your ear while your eyes were plastered on the tv. it was your episode today, dealing with your letter.

the show was muted so you could hear exactly what you’d hear on the phone. with a deep breath, you spoke first. “hello?”

“good evening, miss! we are very excited to be hosting you on today’s show for TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE!” on the screen, you saw the main host move her mouth with a smile plastered on her perfect face.

you sat down on your couch, taking another deep breath. “thank you for having me,” you responded, “i can already guess what you are going to ask me.”

you heard sweet laughter from the two hosts while you were busy picking at a dried scab on your thumb. this was making you more nervous than you’d wished it to.

“if that’s the case, then we would love to hear your thoughts,” spoke the co-host, “our audience is very excited to learn about your motives and what exactly has made you not put an address for the letter to be shipped to!”

the camera angle was switched to show multiple rows of people of all ages sitting and awaiting your response. it made your throat go dry.

“i have made this decision because,” you looked away from the screen, “they have found someone else. and they are very happy.”

the hosts showed faces of surprise. for a second, you wondered why you’d even done this to begin with. but it felt too relieving to speak about this for a bunch of strangers to listen. it felt too relieving to hang up now when you were so close to just letting things go.

“which was why i just wanted to send this letter to… get rid of it. to be able to live on and stop holding onto those feelings that are never going to be reciprocated.” you had no idea if the words you were saying made any sense to them, but to you, they did. they made perfect sense to you, and they described exactly how you felt.

“that is very mature, and we admire you for having collected the courage to take this step.” the host clapped her hands, obviously looking moved. “love isn’t all about having happy endings together, right? sometimes, it means to let go. for their, and for our own happiness.”

hanging up not long after, you sank back in your couch and chuckled to yourself. this wasn’t so bad. in fact, you haven’t felt as good as you did right now in a while.

when the door to your apartment unlocked, you watched a mop of brown hair appear in your peripheral. the smile on your face only went brighter.

“i’m home. did i miss it?”

“just did. let’s rewatch it together, kei.”

“i wouldn’t have it any other way, because it was thanks to you that i found my own happiness, too.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I am so happy you're back and seem to be doing even a little bit better! We missed you!

I wanted to send a little message, so you can ignore it if it sours your mood or you don't feel like dealing with it, feel no pressure at all! It's just this blog has been a safe space and the community has been so welcoming that I figured I could vent really quick

You know when sometimes the brain just has a really shitty day, like when you draw something and it screams at you that it's trash even though there's nothing wrong with it? I've been having a rough time with it deciding to scream that comfort characters would cheat, probably as an 'You are so unlovable not even fictional characters would be loyal' bullshit. Now, logically, I know this makes -67 sense. But, I was wondering if you could just reassure that like, Sanji, Mihawk, Buggy, Shanks, Crocodile, Blablablablabla long list of One Piece characters you write for, would not cheat? I'm sorry, this sounds lame to even write out but I'm trying to get my brain to stop thinking that asking for help is 'pathetic' because it is not and it only applies that logic to me, never to anyone else.

I dunno man. Brains and bring human ate both though af.

I missed all of you as well. Really and sincerely. I have a tendency to go radio silent when I'm going through a difficult time and I hate it immensely, but hearing that I was missed to makes me all

And yes, oh gods, I know. My brain is frequently my worst enemy. Especially when I'm not writing. My anxiety starts working overtime and my creative drive becomes dedicated to coming up with problems that could potentially happen for me to worry about even more and it's an absolute bitch; or even when I am actively creating and a little voice insists that everything I make is stupid garbage.

This is still very much and always will be a safe space. It definitely is awful to feel that unworthy of love. Full disclosure, I've mentioned in passing before that I've been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder depressive type. My main issue is auditory hallucinations that like to insist that everyone I love and care about only tolerate me out of pity and secretly would rather I not be around, which leads to me isolating myself from people. Huge part of the reason I go silent when life decides to be a bitch. I know it's just as bad feeling that way about comfort characters, if not even worse, when we're supposed to have them to help us get through that kind of bullshit.

So let me provide a little drabble for the one comfort character I’m certain wouldn’t ever allow us to continue being so silly about our worthiness of love and affection, because we’re all worthy of such a basic human need. I may do more later, but one in particular jumped at the opportunity to provide this comfort, and I fear he may counter me with his dreaded puppy-dog-eyes should I even dare attempt to wait.

Good Enough

OPLA!Sanji x AFAB!Reader

Lil drabble thingy

SFW, Hurt/Comfort

Possible TRIGGER WARNINGS for depression, insecurity, self-worth

♫♬ Moonshine ♬♫ — The Fratellis (yes I’m STILL on my Fratellis BS leave me be)

"Never knowing is the most evil feeling, when every answer here is none too appealing"

Sanji had always been a flirt. You knew that from the moment you started working on the wait staff at Baratie. Your trust issues had made it a little difficult for you to open up around the young sous chef (and occasional waiter on the frequent occasion that Zeff kicked him out of the kitchen for insubordination), but it was his outgoing nature and perseverance that had ultimately won you over. He had a way of making you feel like you were the only girl in the world when you were together, doting upon you, all but worshipping the ground you walked on.

But when he was sent out to work the dining area, it always made you nervous. His innate charm, his handsome features—he was nearly always a hit with female customers. No matter how much you told yourself that he was only doing his job, there was always a nagging feeling that maybe there was more to it than that. Watching him interact with a table of pretty young women, who by their clothing and demeanor were obviously far more affluent and sophisticated than you, left you distracted in your own work.

Seeing how they giggled at everything he said, how they fluttered their eyelashes when he brought them their drinks.

How the pretty blonde at the table leaned so close to him while he pointed to something on the menu, close enough to brush her hand across his.

You managed to spill a tray of drinks all over yourself while you were watching, leading to a scolding from the front of house manager. You saw the table of girls from the corner of your eye, giggling at your clumsiness before you were sent off to clean yourself up and change your uniform.

No matter how much you told yourself you were being silly, there was nothing you could do to shake it. The doubts, the thoughts of how easily he could find someone better than you. You had your jaw clenched the entire time you were changing your shirt in the staff restroom, tossing the soiled one aside as you leaned against the sink in front of the mirror and forced yourself to take slow, level breaths.

You were still on the clock. You couldn’t break down. You had to get changed, had to get back to work, had to pretend everything was fine, if he found out you were being so stupid about this then he would definitely drop you like a bad habit, you had to compose yourself or—

Knock knock.

Your eyes darted to the bathroom door, your breath catching in your throat at the sound of the light knock.

“J—just a minute,” you forced out, flinching at the sound of your own voice breaking a little.

Stupid, you’re being stupid, stop it stop it stop it—

A brief silence followed your answer, a silence that seemed to stretch on for miles despite lasting only a few seconds. The familiar, gentle voice that answered after a moment made your hands clench around the porcelain of the sink.

“You alright, love?” You drew in a sharp breath, swallowing, clenching your eyes shut. Of course it was Sanji. You had almost hoped that the manager had come scold you for taking too long. That would have been easier to deal with right now. Your eyes darted to the locked doorknob as it rattled a little. “I heard—”

“I’m fine,” you said immediately, the strained quality of your own words as they met your ears making your hands tighten a little more on the edge of the sink. “I—I just tripped and spilled a few drinks, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You gritted your teeth, laying your head back to stare up at the ceiling. Of course he wouldn’t let it go that easily. The doorknob rattled a little again, and you glanced at it as if it were a viper poised to strike out at you at any second.

Stupid, you’re being stupid, don’t—

“You sound—”

You reached out and turned the lock on the doorknob, and turned away from the door, crossing your arms over your half-buttoned shirt and stared down at your feet. After a long moment, you heard the door open behind you.

Evidently you didn’t look any less distressed than you felt. His quiet sigh met your ear as the door shut lightly and the lock turned. “Oh, love, it’s fine,” he said gently, his footfalls echoing quietly in the small bathroom, closing the short distance across the tile floor between the two of you. Your whole body tensed as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his forehead over the crown of your hair with a quiet chuckle. “It’s only a few drinks, it could happen to anyone.”

You shook your head, your shoulders shaking a little. Stupid, it was so stupid, but the words were already leaving your mouth before you could stop them. “Oh, yeah, anyone.” You couldn’t stop. You couldn’t. He had a way of pulling all your insecurities to the surface that no one else did. You pulled your crossed arms tighter, staring down at the white floor tiles for a moment before shutting your eyes tightly, your voice shaking a little. “Especially a dumb screw-up like me—”

“Don’t do that.” His tone came out a little sharper with this, and your breath hitched audibly in your throat this time, your shoulders hunching as you clenched your eyes shut tighter, swallowing back the lump in your throat. As if to counter your stiff posture, he pulled his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you closer, his thumb rubbing lightly against your waist in a comforting manner. “Don’t, sweetheart. Please.”

The warmth of his embrace already had you relaxing a little. Your shoulders slumped, your body leaning back against him, but your eyes were still burning when you opened them to stare down at the toes of your shoes.

“Was it the manager?” he asked gently, shifting behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “If he was being an ass I’ll gladly kick his ass off the docks.” Your breath left your lungs in a slow, trembling sigh as you shook your head no, your gaze drifting down to his hand at your hip, still rubbing lightly against you, your lips curling into a fleeting smile at his offer. You knew you were being stupid, but… “Then what’s wrong, love?” he asked, his voice a soft, comforting murmur in your ear.

“I…” You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes as he tilted his head so his cheek lay against your shoulder. “Y—you—“

You swallowed against the lump forming in your throat, drawing in a deep breath, trying and failing to steady the whirlwind of thoughts swirling through your mind, thoughts of how maybe this was all a lie, of how you weren’t anything more than a silly little fling to him, how you weren’t good enough, how easily you could be replaced.

You bit your lip, glancing down as his hand found yours, watching his fingers lace between your own…and the breath left you in a slow, resigned sigh.

“It’s stupid,” you said quietly.

“If it’s got you this upset, then it’s anything but stupid,” he countered, and you had to purse your lips tightly to keep them from curving into a small smile as you felt his press briefly against your cheek in a soft kiss. “And if it’s something I’ve done—”

“N—no, you haven’t—” But how quickly you shook your head, how your shoulders tensed, betrayed your worries. “I…I just…” You slowly relaxed once more as he squeezed you against him, his cheek nuzzling against your shoulder, his soft blonde hair tickling against your neck. Still unable to turn your head to meet his eyes, you bit the bullet and forced yourself to voice your worries. “You have beautiful women making goo-goo eyes at you all day,” you said, keeping your voice low in an attempt to keep it steady. “I—I don’t—I’m not—” You bit your lip, your heart racing as you clenched your eyes shut, cursing yourself internally as you felt the tickle of a tear leaving your eye to trail down one of your cheeks. “Y-you could have any girl you wanted. L—like that blonde that was hanging all over you while you were showing her the menu, or—or—”

“Oh, sweetheart…” You weren’t quite able to mask the small sob that hitched in your chest as Sanji loosened his embrace—only to gently place a hand on your hip, guiding you to turn around and face him, to pull you against his chest as you tried and failed to fight back tears. He gently shushed your quiet sobs and stammered apologies as he wrapped his arms around you fully, combing his fingers through your hair as he laid his head over yours. Your eyes remained clenched shut as you fought to control your breathing , as he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead.

Sanji lowered his head and nuzzled into your hair, holding you flush against him.

“I already have the girl I want. The perfect girl.” He pressed another tender kiss to your temple, murmuring against your skin, “I have her right here in my arms. And I hope,” he said, his tone turning a little playful as he shifted to rest his forehead against yours, “that I’ll still have her tonight after dinner shift is over.” He brushed your hair behind your ear, smiling as he tilted his head to meet your gaze, puling a small smile to your lips as your cheeks grew a little warmer. “So we can cuddle up together on the balcony…watch the stars…laugh at all the drunk idiots stumbling back to their boats…”

You could practically hear him smiling as a few soft giggles escaped you, as you finally leaned fully against him and returned his embrace, your arms wrapping around his torso as you buried your face against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, relaxing against him. “I…I’m just…”

“I know, love.” The way he called you ‘love’ all but melted your heart now that you were calmed down, pulling a faint smile to your lips. “I know. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. And if it’s any consolation, I was in the middle of telling that self-righteous blonde bimbo how my sweet, adorable, beautiful girlfriend would wring her neck if she kept putting her hands on me—“ He chuckled as you whined in protest of his praise, tugging you closer and grinning, meeting your eyes without hesitation.

He lifted his hand to your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek, the warmth of his gaze holding yours.

“I—“

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

You both jolted in alarm, your heads turning in unison toward the sound of the pounding on the bathroom door. Before you could so much as glance at each other, a gruff voice spoke up from behind the door.

“We’re in the weeds, Eggplant!” Zeff called . “Get your scrawny ass to the kitchen! And bring your damned girlfriend, we need all the help we can get.”

A long moment of silence stretched between the two of you as you both stared at the closed bathroom door, before your gazes drifted slowly toward each other.

Before you were both giggling under your breath, as you buried your forehead against his chest, a broad smile spreading across your lips as you clung to him.

“I suppose we’ve been summoned,” said Sanji, pulling back from you only enough to gaze down at you, still smiling. “Shall we, then?”

[perictione00]

Selfish

Ch 1: Surprise!!!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x reader

Warnings: a bit dark and graphic..?

Synopsis: You left the Jujutsu World behind the moment the source of your warmth turned cold. So what happens when you come face to face with that one episode in your life that you wanted to obliterate? Simple, you reap what you sow.

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Malaysia, 2014

It was a tiring day, your period wasn't helping either. You were just itching to get home, take a shower, and order from that new Mexican place your boyfriend had been talking about. It was a Friday, so you were getting excited about the weekend. For some reason, you were feeling so grateful, maybe because your life was finally normal and you were happy. It was all okay until you encountered a young boy in a wheelchair, with a curse engulfing his lower body. A world that you wanted to escape so desperately, somehow never failed to present itself in a situation that made you question your morality. But after everything you had seen, you were way past morality, so you ignored the boy like you did with every other person who needed you.

"Jayden", you called out for your boyfriend as you opened the door to your shared apartment. You assumed, that he wasn't home yet as nobody answered but the familiar cursed energy you sensed said otherwise. You felt dreaded as it wasn't possible, you had dodged every single mistake that could have given away your whereabouts.

"Please no", you prayed as you walked further into the apartment. You froze, as you entered your bedroom. The bed was soaked in blood as the lifeless body of your boyfriend was being violated by a curse. "No, no, no, no, no", tears spilled out of your eyes as you started screaming in denial. It quickly turned into anger as a certain raven-haired man standing in the corner declared his presence, "Surprise!!!". You attacked him with a punch straight to his face and he didn't budge, he didn't dodge the many punches you threw his way while crying your heart out. He did stop you, chuckling, "Aww, don't cry..did you actually love this one? C'mon now, you know you're not capable of that". He started cradling you in a hug, "Now let's get back to business.., remember the traitor who left me?.. yeah, yeah, the one I trusted the most, remember that person?", his hand slid down your hair slowly as he continued, "oh wait, you look a lot like that person..the one who abandoned me".

2005

On New Year's Eve, you told your mum about some weird dreams you were having for the past few days, and of course, being a typical mother, she blamed it on your choices of television series. But you knew it wasn't because of the few Supernatural episodes that you had seen in the span of two months.

From the beginning of time, you were used to seeing terrifying figures randomly, which were avoided at all costs as you were scared of what might turn out if they knew of your existence. However, your parents thought otherwise, resulting in child therapy, which wasn't working yet you pretended it did. You adapted to your surroundings being full of creepy creatures, ignoring them, and trying to live like a normal teenager. That was until the onset of some weird dreams and a malevolent presence under your bed. It was weird, as none of them ever came in close proximity to you. Hence, you started sleeping with your parents again. The nightmares didn't stop; in spite of that, you felt good, safe, and loved, no longer scared.

The peacefulness vanished on the first day of 2006, when you were alone in the house and someone was singing a broken melody. You were petrified as you saw a woman playing a violin emerging from a newborn's skull, singing while rocking to the rhythm in the drawing room, suddenly stopping, turning, and smiling unnaturally at you.

"You would make a beautiful cello."

You bolted as it proceeded to move crookedly in your direction. It was guffawing so loudly that you had to cover your ears. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you called your parents, whispering to them about how much you loved them, until you heard a frightening tune on a piano. The call was disconnected, and the door started melting while you tried to escape from the window you couldn't reach. The room started turning white, and you saw your reflection in the mirror, smiling at you. Your vision blurred as you fell into a slumber.

Waking up, your eyes adjusted to the brightness of a white room. You felt agitated at first, but slowly observing, you saw your parents sitting sadly on a white couch. Thank fuck, it was a hospital room. Their happiness and relief after your recovery from an unexplainable incident couldn't be measured. You were spoiled rotten with love as you woke up after a week of unconsciousness. In the evening of the same day, a bulky man in all black approached your family, discussing something before finally coming to you. He introduced himself as Masamichi Yaga and unfolded the world of Jujutsu sorcerers to you. Though your parents were sure he was a cult member, you felt ecstatic; you weren't crazy after all. With that came many days of convincing, resulting in your parents ultimately agreeing to admit you to Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College after checking its legitimacy a thousand more times. They were not ready to let you go, but they came around as you kept insisting with evidence.

On the way to the campus, the tough-looking man turned out to be a total softie who was explaining to you about your unknown technique and appreciating you for exorcising a grade 2 curse without any training. You were dumbfounded, but you were a sucker for praise, so you didn't question him.

After reaching the campus, you were introduced to your classmates, an almost gloomy Kento Nanami, and a total cutie, Yu Haibara. They were great, especially Haibara, who was currently showing you around the campus. After getting a hot drink, you both settled down on a seat. You weren't expecting to get along with anyone on the very first day, but Haibara's just so sweet that anyone can feel comfortable. He showed you your assigned room, and you guys called it a night.

However, later at night, your slumber was disrupted by a growling stomach at 3 in the morning. It was odd timing for a takeout, but you still gave it a shot, ordering a Zaru Soba with cola. You were surprised at how advanced the Tokyo delivery system was, as you got your delivery within 10 minutes. It tasted better than your expectations, and with that, you started brainstorming ideas to decorate your room, which was interrupted by a knock on the door. You ignored it the first time out of caution, but you opened it on the third knock. To your surprise, a literal god stood in front of you, and you didn't know how to react. "Hey..?", you broke the ice with an awkward greeting.

"I think the delivery guy confused our orders because we ordered the same thing, so I'm assuming this is yours", the Greek god said as he offered you your cola.

"Oh yeah, thanks..um..yeah", you were doing a great job continuing the conversation with your five syllables. Before you could close the door and save your ass from embarrassment, the guy asked for your name, and you told him. Shit, now you felt obligated to ask his name, and so you did. "And you are?"

"Geto Suguru"

Ch 2

[deadlymistletoe]

Unrequited

Pairing: Thranduil x F!Reader

Request: Anonymous asked: could you write something angsty with thranduil where reader is an elf in his kingdom but they've been friends for a long time and she loves him but never told him cuz she values thier friendship and thinks shes unworthy of him and she's starting to get sick and poisoned from holding the feelings in and he's getting really concerned thinking she might be dying 

A/N: Thank you so much for giving me my first request! I hope I did your idea justice! Sorry it took so long, I wrote most of it before getting writer's block and taking a break before going back to heavily edit it and changing quite a few paragraphs.

Genre: Angst/Romance

Description: Over the years you’d managed to fall in love with your childhood friend, and kept your feelings hidden, terrified of ruining your friendship, but now years of hiding your feelings are catching up to you, making you unwell.

Warnings: None?

Word count: 1408

You had always been close to Thranduil, since birth, practically. Your mother, a trusted elleth who dealt with the important archives in the palace library, had helped tutor Thrandiuil in subjects such as history, and geography at his mother’s request. And seeing as you were too young to be left to your own devices, and your mother already taught you, you became a class of two with the Greenwood Prince. 

It was safe to say not many others could say they’d been as close to the Prince as you were. And they definitely couldn’t say they knew him as well as you. 

As years passed and you got older, you and Thranduil only got closer. You snuck out together, you hid from your parents together, you laughed and played together. You cried together. 

You couldn’t say exactly when it was that your feelings for the Prince changed. Maybe it was when he made you a picnic to have on the balcony to cheer you up after some of the other young elves played a prank on you. Or maybe it was when he held you when you cried at the news of your mother’s death. Maybe it was when he spoke so eagerly on what he’d learnt on his trip to Lorien and you could only focus on the way his eyes lit up.

Maybe it was everything together. The only thing you knew was that you were steadily falling for the Prince.

But after a night spent lying awake, mulling it over, you realized that Thranduil could never know of your feelings.

Thranduil had only ever thought of you as a friend and you had no intentions of ruining that friendship. Even if he did feel the same, there was too much of a risk that it wouldn’t work out and your relationship would never be the same again.

Besides, Thranduil needed someone worthy of him, who could rule beside him when the time came - not an archivist who’d never dealt with politics in her life - not someone like you.

So you buried your feelings as you continued your mother’s work in the library, drawing away from Thranduil ever so slightly.

By the time Thranduil had been crowned King after his fathers death, (a very hard time in which you’d spent hours holding the devastated blond - even more so after his mother left to sail not long after, only waiting long enough to see Orpher laid to rest in the garden and Thranduil take the crown) you’d mastered hiding your feelings, and as the days grew darker and Greenwood slowly transformed into Mirkwood you continued to hide them. 

And it was hard.

And as the days grew colder you could feel the years of holding yourself back, attempting to force yourself not to love him, catching up to you.

You tried to ignore it, pulling away from Thranduil, burying yourself in work, and brushing off any concerns your fellow elves may have with a breezy answer of how the cold must be affecting you.

It was a flimsy excuse, and you knew it. After all, elfs didn’t get sick from the cold like humans did. But it seemed to do the trick for a while at least.

Over the next month, you ignored the way your heart ached as you slowly felt yourself deteriorating. You ate less, forced smiles when you had to, cried yourself to sleep when no one was around to see. 

Your glow was fading.

And Thranduil knew it too. After all, despite the way you’d seemed to pull away from him over the past few years, he was still your best friend, and he could tell that you were hurting, and ill, and who knows what else.

At first, he’d tried to casually bring the topic of you up with your friends, and it eventually came back to him that you were saying it was because of the cold.

The cold didn't affect elves. But other things could… An unusual panic seemed to take over him as his mind ran over the few illnesses that could affect elves. What if you were dying? Was that why you were pulling away from him? You didn’t want him to know?

And so Thranduil left his study with a stubborn resolve to find out exactly what was happening to you.

You looked up from the book you had sitting open in front of you as you stared into space when the library door was opened with enough force that it banged off the wall behind it and the reason your heart was aching stood in front of you, looking far from impressed.

Thranduil was clearly far from happy as he scanned you up and down. His eyes were cold but you could see the concern, a bit of anger and something else you couldn’t make out mixed in.

You furrowed your brows as he stood there in silence. You had to say something, but you couldn’t say his name. It was too hard to be so informal when you weren’t being informal in the way your heart wanted.

“My lord?”

That did it.

“Don’t call me that!” The blond seemed pained by the title as he rebuked you. “After all this time, you're going to start calling me ‘My lord?’”

You didn’t get a chance to say anything as he plowed on. “I don’t know what’s happening, I don’t know why you're pulling away from me, or why you look like you're about to pass out and not wake up!”

You blinked as Thranduil listed off things you’d thought you’d been able to keep hidden from him. Your attention went back to the king as he finished his torrent of words with a sentence, a word, that snapped you out of your daze. “But I need to know, you need to tell me, because I'm your friend, and you’re supposed to be able to come to me when you’re not okay.”

You let your book fall to the floor as you stood up, an unusual display of violence towards a book on your half, and tried to blink back the tears that had begun to push forward. 

Unbeknownst to Thranduil, he had just put your problem into words, but it was too late to leave and pretend his words hadn’t just unintentionally broken your heart into pieces.

Suddenly you didn’t care if he knew. You didn’t care if the whole world knew. After all, he was the one who had said you needed to tell him.

Your heart pushed the rational part of your mind aside as your emotions reared up, ready to make you say words you might live to regret.

You couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, tears finally falling as you finally spoke of your problems to the one who had unintentionally caused them.

“Well that’s just it, isn’t it? I’m your friend, and that’s all I ever will be, although I'd wager not at all after this, when my heart yearns for more, and has done so for longer than you can imagine!”

You ignored the blonde’s shocked expression as the words kept tumbling out.

“You are my problem! You who could never love me the way I love you!”

You broke off as your brain finally caught up to what you were saying, tears still falling from your eyes.

You let out a sob as you realized you’d done what you’d feared, ruining your friendship forever and pushed past Thranduil, who was still frozen in shock at your outburst, and made for the door, fully prepared to gather you things and leave, when a firm hand wrapped around your arm, stopping you from leaving the room.

You shut your eyes in shame as you felt him turn you to face him, a gentle hand lifting your chin, you his breath brushing against your ear as he spoke in a low voice. “My dear Y/N, you have never been more wrong in your life.”

And his lips pressed firmly against yours, one hand still holding your chin, the other on your arm.

And as you melted into the kiss, your mind finally catching up with what was happening, a final tear, this time of relief and happiness fell.

What tomorrow would bring, it didn’t matter. You were content in the moment, and things could only get better with Thranduil by your side, not only as a friend, but as a lover.

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[tubbytarchia]

Just a bunch of Doc and Jimmy thoughts as to why I find them so appealing and endearing. I wanna draw them more but regardless I have too many thoughts on them to ever visualize them all. It's a lot and very self-indulgent. This is your warning

TLDR Jimmy in a father/son type of dynamic (as opposed to a romantic relationship) would do him good and Doc would be very perceptive and gentle and awesome about it

These are pretty much all reliant on a hypothetical scenario in which Jimmy is on Hermitcraft (after Secret Life?), temporarily or permanently or accidentally etc. I'm also gonna refer to Jimmy's relationships with Tango, Scott etc as romantic just for clarity

- Firstly I don't mind them as a ship, its all cool with me (cause I know at least a few of you ship them haha), but to me their absolute main appeal is the fatherly aspect. It being a father/son dynamic eliminates so many of Jimmy's struggles off the bat - ones that are prevalent in his romantic connections, mainly the inherent anxiety and inability to open up to his partners as a result (at least fully)

- Because of said anxiety, none of Jimmy's partners up to this hypothetical unexplained point of time would fully "get" him. Even if Jimmy trusts them, he's been conditioned to see himself as the faulty link by default and the people around him, however good they are and however much they COULD help, aren't the type to pick up on or be able to understand exactly what he needs (Tango's rather oblivious, Martyn's hot-headed etc), and Jimmy isn't exactly going to tell them in the headspace that he's in, he doesn't know how to. Yet Doc has had one, ONE notable interaction with him, and in that one interaction, even as Jimmy's just jokingly calling for Etho, Doc immediately and immaculately picks up on what Jimmy needs: "I want to take you into my hands and take you to a safe place"

- There's a quote(?) exchange that goes "You're free, (referring to a bird whose gate has just been opened), why don't you fly away?" followed by the bird "the cage is all I know". Sorry to use some "I'm 14 and this is deep" quote but that's just Jimmy. He needs time and gentleness, and a safe place that'd allow for that. A safe place to heal until he's ready to step out into the world of his own accord. He's helped out of the cage with patience and understanding, not by pushing him. Where Doc understands to be patient, some of Jimmy's partners post-3L would push - of course just trying to help but failing to grasp Jimmy's needs fully - or fail to realize there's (still) a cage there at all. Sorry what are we talking about again

- Add-on to the above points: Doc being able to pick up on Jimmy's wants and needs without verbalization. He'd be able to offer Jimmy desired comfort, and, comparing to Tango for example, without their time necessarily being cut short and without the failure to recognise that it's something Jimmy continues to need. (I've said it before but Tango's oblivious, and that's partially why he and Jimmy work well together, but it also means that he doesn't pick up on everything, especially when not near and soulbound to Jimmy, and by virtue of being a romantic partner, Jimmy's too anxious to ask for help too, because of previous relationship experiences). Doc would pick up on it all though, eliminating Jimmy's need to explicitly ask for help, because that's the one thing he's not able to communicate however desperately he's needed to to kickstart any kind of healing

- We all know how Doc gets when he's being a dad so. This father/son dynamic only means more softness and gentleness from Doc you know... Again, something Jimmy is in desperate need for!! And what he's gotten from people like Tango as well, but once again, this isn't a romantic relationship so Jimmy's feelings about physical affection are a bit different. Doc would have the utmost mindfulness of approaching Jimmy in any physical touch scenario though and never push or pressure. He always watches out for signs of discomfort, and will hardly touch him if he thinks that there's a chance it could upset Jimmy further. He understands that Jimmy needs time and patience and he doesn't want for him to draw more into himself, thus reversing any progress they might've made, especially if in Jimmy's current mindset, an even remotely unwanted approach could make him feel unsafe. If there are defenses that he's learned to and needs to keep up, then Doc won't take that away from him and give him space as needed

- When Doc IS to offer physical touch and such, he'd still have the utmost gentleness and pay attention to where he's situated near Jimmy just so he can ensure that he's using his organic arm to pat him or to have the organic half of his face towards him, not only to minimize intimidation but to also put them on more equal footing - If Doc can just look over and read Jimmy's eyes at any moment, he wants Jimmy to be able to see his too to help him feel more comfortable (and thus encourage opening up)

- Back to the "safe place" thing specifically, Doc would totally take Jimmy under his wing and thus also into his base - his huge and scary full-of-machines barely-resembling-a-house-to-any-degree base. Jimmy would be naturally intimidated by Doc and his base in kind, but just as he grows more used to big scary goat man, he grows more used to big scary goat man base. He'd be intimidated but not past the point of intrigue, and combined with his need to prove himself, Jimmy would very much try to study Doc's machines and learn the layout of his base etc. I'm tickled by the idea of no one understanding Doc's base as per usual, except this one lost guy he took under his wing

If Jimmy were to mess anything up (he inevitably would I'm sure) Doc would be all grumbly about it in the moment but never hold a grudge towards him. And Jimmy would either flee but quickly return and/or be very insistent on making it up to Doc, which Doc would refuse because there's no need

- Again, with Jimmy's need to prove himself but also out of genuine interest, Jimmy would very much try redstone whilst at Doc's. He'd ask Doc to be honest and not to praise his work just to be polite, but Doc would believe in him and find his efforts genuinely endearing and worthy of praise for the work that he'd have put into it. Not once would he have complimented Jimmy's work without meaning it. I don't think he'd be able to live with himself if he stooped to disingenuousness like that (though Jimmy wouldn't know that)

- Doc would be protective and rightfully so. If he were to see Jimmy bullying becoming too prevalent, he'd very much step in to say that that's enough of that. He might tease Jimmy a little himself, very lightheartedly, but otherwise not find much comedy in it. And we all know how he holds grudges if he's to single anyone out for going over the line... Jimmy would be opposed to Doc calling anyone out or anything of the like and Doc very much wants to respect Jimmy's wishes but... There's no way he isn't going to speak his mind at least out of Jimmy's earshot

- Doc has always understood that Jimmy's in need of help, but of course he can only entail so much without hearing it from the man himself. And when Jimmy does inevitably open up, Doc would be totally taken aback by the amount of things weighing on Jimmy's heart, and just out of disbelief he'd go "and you haven't told anyone??", which may make Jimmy curl in on himself a bit, but Doc would be quick to reassure that he's not questioning Jimmy's actions nor blaming him for bottling his feelings up, merely expressing sadness that Jimmy hasn't felt like he could tell anyone up until now. Doc would remember everything he's told with precision and keep it all in mind constantly. Very self indulgent but for example, Jimmy having felt the need to dress up as a maid as payback just to stay on SOS would make Doc pay even more attention to any potential signs of discomfort in Jimmy presenting himself to others or feeling pressured to do something etc

- Before reaching the point of being able to open up, Jimmy would inevitably tear up at some point when he gets stuck thinking about just how kindly he's being treated for whatever reason that remains a mystery to him. Even if he tried to hide it, Doc would immediately notice the unusual body language, or something like his headwing moving to cover his face. And he would become very panicked lol, quickly reassuring Jimmy about whatever he thinks caused the reaction, like his redstone attempts for example, only for Jimmy to be unable to express why he's really crying, but at the very least Doc would understand that there's more to it and will just do his best to comfort him regardless

- Jimmy has and will absolutely call people his dad as a joke, but when he inevitably refers to Doc as such by accident, he'd become embarrassed about it. It'd be awesome and cute I think

- Ok so Hermitcraft, of course Tango's there!! And with no death game looming over his or Jimmy's heads. Still, that doesn't erase Jimmy's anxiety even when he opens up to Doc about it. Doc would offer suggestions for how Jimmy could approach Tango (And maybe Pearl too), but if Jimmy expresses his inability to do so because of anxiety and such, then Doc will let it go and just comfort or reassure him for the time being instead. He'd ask if he should talk to Tango all menacing and Jimmy would be vehemently opposed to the idea lol. Doc would probably still take it up with Tango at some point and Jimmy wouldn't find out until much later into him and Tango talking again, at which point he'd become embarrassed that Tango had to deal with that (but of course there would have never been any malice involved and Tango can easily laugh about it). Added drama if we go with the idea that Jimmy's time on HC is limited which would only stress him out more about talking to Tango

- Doc would pay so much attention to Jimmy's wings' welfare. He'd ask Grian and do all kinds of research on his own too to make sure they're properly cared for whilst fully understanding their personal importance and potential intimacy that caring for them entails, giving Jimmy whatever space he needs whilst still keeping an eye on his wings. In a different hypothetical scenario where Doc is in the Life series and not much else is changed, he'd take note of Jimmy's wings being clipped (3L, LL), then growing (DL, LimL), and then becoming ragged (SL, with Jimmy's increasing hostility, restlessness etc)

- You are insane for reading till this point. Take my hand, we can be insane together

[gingerjunhan]

boyfriend headcannons - han hyeongjun

☆彡 EEEEEEKK it’s Jun Han time! :D 🩷

word count: 690 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: YouTube like is safe!!, all caps, (Hyeongjun’s) insecurities mentioned, eating mentioned, I love him, not proofread, lmk if I missed something

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obviously, I have a lot to say

here we go

first things first, Hyeongjun shows you how he loves you instead of telling you

there was some radio interview they did one time where the other members said he doesn’t say “I love you much”

so he makes sure to physically show his appreciation for you

what’s that? you were stressed from your workload? Hyeongjun made you dinner and cleaned up your place while you were out

you’re feeling nervous about a big job interview? he got you flowers to wish you good luck

stuff like that

I also feel like someone somewhere said that Hyeongjun is really good with dates?

idk maybe I’m gaslighting myself into thinking that

but he never never forgets anything!

birthdays, anniversaries, important events- he’s there

I also think a lot about the one Knock Down Debate that they did where Hyeongjun yelled at the others because they never pick up their phones when he calls them

so hey, at least he’s good at communication in that aspect

I don’t think Hyeongjun is one for pet names

I literally cannot picture him calling someone a pet name, but I could easily be wrong

if he did I feel like they would be simple

“honey”

“love”

“sweetie”

short and sweet stuff

he gets flustered easily if you call him something though!

I feel like it would be really easy to fluster him

STOOOPP imagine Hyeongjun meeting your pets

forget about your family- let this man meet your cat

okay but fr this man is sweating buckets meeting your family

he’s afraid that they would think he’s too quiet or too boring :(

but once they get to know him and once he warms up to them that’s obviously not true!

I mean, come on, look at the way that man can shred on the guitar. there is not a boring bone in his body

he’s a kiss on the cheek typa guy

no big fancy gestures

just something cute, simple, and sweet

he actually doesn’t strike me as a big gesture guy at all?

no wait let me explain

let me cook

not big on PDA, not the best with words, and he wouldn’t feel like his acts of kindness are very big

like, he let you hold on to kkito while he was away for a few days so you wouldn’t miss him- why are you crying?

ugh I wanna squeeze him :(

he will come to you with any sort of problem no matter how big or how small

he trusts you completely

he would literally be your friend first and your boyfriend second

Hyeongjun strikes me as the type to not need affection much, but when he does he’s a little nervous to ask

“Jun, what’s wrong?”

“I need a hug.” :(

you almost don’t hear him but y’all are so close that you can figure it out

you can basically read his mind

I feel like a relationship with Hyeongjun would go slow, and that’s okay!

why mess with perfection 😉

no need to rush first kisses or first I love yous

you’re just having fun together!

HE MAKES A PLAYLIST OF SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU 😭😭😭😭

“This song played in the restaurant during our first date.”

“This song was stuck in my head right before you kissed me for the first time.”

“This song was-“ STOP IT I can’t do this anymore

ALWAYS makes sure you’re taking care of yourself

making sure you eat meals and get enough rest

he’s so open minded!

I feel like he has strong opinions, but he’s chill with most things?

those two things literally cancel out but whatever

he buys clothes that he also thinks you would like in case you want to steal them 😼

pays very close attention to detail!

no new haircut or nail color goes unnoticed!

he draws little pictures of you in his sketchbook all the time :(

loving Hyeongjun is gentle, calm, and fun- like sitting in the grass on a sunny day

no pressure, no rush, just you two having fun being together 🩷

god I love him so much

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[schizoidcel]

Would you mind doing Zooble x Gangle alphabet bs? Just trying to see more of the ship on my fy yk? (Also just to clarify, bc I feel the need to say this and bc it’s commonly misunderstood, Zooble and Gangle are both ADULTS Zooble is 22 and Gangle is about 24 or so)

# ZOOBLE x GANGLE ☆

Yes ofc. I love these 2 luvlies they own everyone

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♡ FLUFF ALPHABET !!

warnings :: None except the fact that once again I didn't proofread. Also this has the old alphabet format I used

Activities - Their favourite things to do with one another is drawing, crafting, talking, literally just doing anything together or being near one another is their favourite thing to do with eachother

Boo! - Neither of them are too fond of suprises. Gangle finds them abit off putting, and Zooble finds them lowkey corny and annoying

Comfort - Gangle definitely makes it obvious that she's upset, it's definitely unintentional though, therefore Zooble knows whenever to comfort her. Though if we're speaking the other way around, Zooble dosen't like to talk about what upsets them too much, but if Gangle realizes, they'll definitely try cheering them up to the best of her abilities

Dance - I dont think neither of them are good dancers, nor like dancing that much, but Gangle definitely likes to dance secretely ..

Emotions - Gangle is more open than Zooble, but Zooble makes sure to also share their emotions with Gangle once in awhile, as to not make her worry about them

Future - Both of them are unsure, but they definitely want to keep being together after they get out one day

Gifts - Gangle definitely is the main gift giver. She loves giving Zooble things she crafted or drew, and I imagine Zoobles room also being lots of abstract things so they fit in perfectly

Hold - GODDD THEY CAN HOLD EACHOTHER SO WELL since Zoobles body is kinda a mish mash and Gangles body is very flexible thanks to the ribbons she can just wrap them around their body. It's perfect.

Ideal - Their ideal date is definitely a quiet place. I feel like both of them don't like people that much, so I think dates behind closed doors is where they're most comfortable

Jealousy - I think neither of them would get jealous that much, Gangle definitely more than Zooble, but again it's unlikely because they trust eachother alot

Kisses - Kissing is a . hard situation for both of them. While Gangle kind of has a mouth, Zooble dosen't really, so Gangle usually kisses Zooble anywhere on their head

Love - Again, mostly its gift giving for Gangle, and words of affirmation/quality time for Zooble

Melt - I think it's just when. Like whenever Zooble compliments Gangle she dies abit inside /pos

Nicknames - Gangle sometimes calls Zooble a corny nickname, and even if Zooble gets inner shivers from it, they can't help but get flustered abit everytime. Zooble also likes to call Gangle a petname only when it's them two hoheha

Obvious - The crush they have on eachother you can DEFINITELY see more clearly on Gangle than on Zooble. But you can see how Zooble gets abit more nervous when near Gangle

Pets - ... I don't really know how u could have pets in this place . But they'd definitely have a cat together

Quiet - They LOVE being in comfortable silence with eachother

Romance - Gangle is a sucker for romantic stuff in secret I feel like, though Zooble not really. But I think that both of them aren't "romantic" all that much, you get me ?? 😭

Safe - I think the fact that Zooble always stands up for themself is what makes Gangle feel so safe around them !!

Tend - While Zooble only gets slightly worried, while Gangle gets over the MOON worried whenever Zooble even gets a scratch ...

Unique - I think. Their "contradicting" personalities is what attracts them both to eachother most 💁‍♀️

Variety - I feel like Gangle would like the same old things, while Zooble is a bigger fan of trying out different stuff. So I like to think that for example, whenever they try a new thing out (like a new activity to perform), they do the same old things in eachothers room after they're done with it

Wash - Does the concept of stinking even exist in this place . Either way, both of them would be clean people, but Zooble definitely has a stricter routine than Gangle. If it were the real world, they'd so do eachothers nails

XO - Both arent a big fan of PDA. Zooble dosen't want to deal with teasing or looks, and Gangle would get too flustered, they'd rather have eachother for themselves privately

Yearn - I think when they miss eachother, they don't show it that much, as much as they want to feel eachothers presence

Zzz - Like I said back in the cuddling point, they definitely sleep like that whenever they sleep together. They're adorbs

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ׂૢ་༘࿐ Thank you for reading! ♡

I tried my best wit this. hope u likesy luv 🌚

[eldritchelfwriter]

Thoughts on a Shadowheart who kills her parents and trying to off-ramp from religion

"Reaching for you," the Dark Justiciar one shot spin-off of Shadowheart Begins is out and I have thoughts!

TW: Religious trauma

In the one-shot, Shadowheart misses the TWO possible off-ramps from religion: Nightsong and parents. HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?

Well, look, none of these fanfics are claiming to be textbook to real life, but real life can sure be useful to draw on. Because in real life, I missed several "off ramp" opportunities to leave religion and often people will ask me "why did you not leave sooner?"

The thing is, it's not just a matter of believing a thing and then not. It's so much more than that. When your entire identity is wrapped in a thing, you will be rebuilding from NOTHING. Right from "who even am I" - a question Shadowheart is continually struggling with, and that's even with the memory wipes aside. It is a really big thing to do, bigger than most people can really conceive of.

There was ONE major thing that made it possible to off-ramp when I did, that was not present at any other time. And that was, having a legit alternative support system available to me.

Consider this: a religion that, whether deliberately or not, kept me emotionally stunted with scarce internal resources to draw on, and made me very reliant on the religion and the people in it. If your only friends are either people inside the religion, or people you have made, as a point of pride, obnoxiously aware of your religious affiliations to the point of massively losing face, then where do you go? I was lucky I found some people where it was safe to be, with all my angst and questions without judgement, and who didn't need me to profess any which way or settle on any particular answer to support me in my problems and questioning.

Same for Shadowheart - the only people she has known and respected up until the nautiloid were Sharrans. She has been given thoughts and teachings that intentionally weaken her ability to push back against it. But at the same time, the post-nautiloid events give her the opportunity to build a new social support system that, depending on how you play, can give her sufficient internal resources to make that big decision against everything she knows.

And according to the internal game mechanics, points you accrue that build up things like TRUST and RESPECT have a signifcant impact on which way she goes. (Seriously, look up "nightsong points." There are specific decisions that accrue them leading to that big moment that influence what she would choose without interference).

So coming back to the one shot, how do I justify all the events up to the Gauntlet of Shar happening, and then Shadowheart making a different decision to in Shadowheart Begins?

So first, I don't. So it's not a spoiler to say my thoughts on that. But it's simple: Shadowheart reveals to everyone that she is a follower of Shar, and everyone (except for Tav) through act 1 and 2 was not as cool with it as she might have hoped. Thus, her support system is too weak. And the fastest way to drive someone deeper into the arms of their religion is to mock them and make them feel silly. So she misses off-ramp one and is pushed that little bit closer into the arms of Shar.

Why she misses off-ramp two is addressed in the fic so I won't explicitly say it here, but this post will probably give you some ideas, that may or may not be as written!

[bigball-thefrog]

hi!! do you think you could write something where the reader has similar powers to Kyoshi from Avatar and like Zoro or any other character sees them use their power for the first time since they don’t really like to fight. Thank you!!

Hello!!!! Sorry it's been so long, I've just finished exams and am now on holiday for the next three weeks so I could only finish your request now. I hope it's close to what you wanted that you enjoy it

Warnings/Tags:

None just fluff

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Narrator POV

Shit shit SHIT!! Was all Zoro thought as he ran in every single direction as he tried to find you. It was like any other fight they had whenever they went to these islands but this time you got separated and were alone with particularly strong enemy. Usually Zoro would trust his Nakama to be able to fight and defend themselves but you? Zoro saw you as this pacifist that wouldn't and couldn't fight and just waved a bunch of fans around for a distraction, so you going against an enemy twice your size worried himself.

He eventually found you near a cliff which worried him even more. He heard you had some kind of power so that must've meant you had a devilfruit, and if you have a devilfruit and you're near the ocean then that's not good. He ran towards you even faster, drawing his swords so he can protect you. But then he stopped, the guy trying to attack you was.. Stuck? He had his feet embedded in the ground and couldn't get them out, how the hell did he do that? And all you were doing was just standing there with your fans in your hands, what on earth were you doing?? But then, you took a step back, breathed in, embedded your own feet into the ground like it was sand then raised your hands and opened the fans. You then threw your hands down and aimed your fans at the ground in front of you. There was a small gust of wind but nothing else what on earth was that supposed to do??? But then the ground started to shake and Zoro fell down.

Zoro looked back at you confused and saw that where you aimed your fans was now cracking and breaking apart. The enemy you were fighting was also on the ground, but you? You were standing still like it was nothing. You once again raised your fans then swung them and pointed them right at the enemies face another gust of wind blew and hit the enemies face and suddenly the cracked piece of land started to fall and the enemy was sent into the ocean with an entire piece of land as well. The ground stopped shaking and you lowered your hands and sighed. You took your feet out of the ground and turned to walk away, when you saw Zoro you perked up a little. "Oh, Zoro! When did you get here?" you asked and tilted your head curiously. Zoro had an expression of shock and was still on the ground looking at the piece of island you just broke off like it was nothing. "What. The fuck. Was that?!!" Zoro asked as he looked back at you. You just chuckled and smiled, "That's my power. Haven't you seen it before?" "No I have not! I thought you hated fighting!" "Oh I do hate fighting but I know sometimes it's necessary for mine and my friends protection." "Wait so does everyone know about this?" "Yes" "Then how the hell did I not know?!" "Now that I think about it, you're always either lost or asleep whenever I actually use my power..." Zoro went beet red when you pointed that out, of he misses out on that stuff thanks to his sence of direction and when he's asleep.

"At least I know you're safe when we get into fights... You've been making me worry about you..." Zoro mumbled as he scratched his neck. Your face went smug and he looked at you confused, "What's with that face?" "I never knew you felt that way Zoro. I've never heard you say something so soft and sweet~" You teased. Zoro went beet red and frowned, "I was only saying I was worried because I didn't want you to be an liability to the crew! It's not sweet and I'm just happy you're not just a little pussy like I thought you were!" Zoro retorted to your teasing. "Yeah yeah... Don't worry, I won't tell the rest of the crew about how much you secretly care about me~" You teased again. Zoro went redder and looked like he was about to shout again so you bent down and held out your hand, "Come on, let's get back to everyone else to see if they need any help" Zoro calmed down and took your hand to get up. Once up he sighed and nodded, "Right, let's go see if anyone needs help." Zoro went of in the wrong direction so you just laughed to yourself and grabbed the back of his shirt, "This way big boy." Zoro went beet red again and just let you drag him back to the others.

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Something short again this time but I will post again soon and I've got an idea for an Usopp oneshot next that I hope you will all enjoy.

Kelly🐸

[bangtaninborderland]

TGM SPECIAL SCENES- THREE

Pairing: JIMIN X YOONGI || 18+ || 3.7K WORDS

Warning: mxm, sub!yoongi, mean Dom!JIMIN, cock stepping, overstimulation, degradation, hair pulling, anal play, use of vibrator, nipple play, honestly this is so smutty, Yoongi gets off on Jimins foot, subspace, aftercare.

A/N: this honestly got so freaky I don’t know how we got here I loved writing mean Dom jimin and subby yoongi you WILL get more trust me. Jimin is about to be mean mean.

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Jimin blew out a breath, dropping himself on the bed. “So Hyung how do you want this to go?”

Yoongi hummed, sitting at the head of the bed. “Well, I thought you could show me your whole…”

“Now Hyung you’re asking to see my hole? At least take me to dinner first.” Jimin laughs, lightening the atmosphere.

“Shut up, Jimin.” Yoongi throws one of the small decor pillows to the younger, the item brushing against his face before dropping to the floor.

Jimin picks the pillow up. Sliding it under his head. “You have awful aim.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, picking up another pillow, this time his throw harder, calculated. “How’s that for aim.”

“Ouch!” Jimin shouted as the zipper hit his eye. “That hurt.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi mumbled rushing round. He lifts Jimins face in his hands, thumb brushing over the small red mark forming underneath his eye. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, hyungs sorry.”

“Hey, Hyung, it’s okay you didn’t mean to.” Jimin takes the elder's hands in his own, reaching up to smooth out the frown turning down Yoongi's lips. “I’m okay.”

“Let me get you some ice, at least.” Yoongi begins to walk away, hand nearly slipping out of Jimins.

“Yoongi stop.” At the sound of his name, Yoongi paused. Something in him leaning into jimins words. “Come here.”

Jimin observed the elder, watching for any discomfort. When he found none he continued. “Sit beside me.”

“Okay.” Yoongi sighed, perching himself on the end of the bed, little ways beside the Dom.

“You did not mean to hurt me, I am okay, it was an accident and you’re forgiven. It was a little mark, nothing serious. I still think I look pretty good, don’t I?”

Yoongi nodded, jimin had to stifle a laugh at the doctor's pout. “You do.”

“Okay then, that’s that. Now, how do you want this to go? Are you okay to go through with it?”

Jimin lets yoongi think, not wanting to rush. Even if it was a “challenge” he still took his interactions with everyone in the house, sexual or not, seriously. “I’m okay, I was thinking you know…you could just be yourself?”

Jimin was surprised, never taking yoongi as someone who’d want that. “Be myself? You want to do it as a scene?”

“If you’re okay with that.” He reassured.

He definitely didn’t object, in fact, he was more so a mix of curiosity and excitement. Still, he didn’t let that prioritise itself, ensuring Yoongi was comfortable was imperative. “I didn’t think you viewed yourself as submissive Hyung, is this something you want to talk about?”

“Just want to try it is all.” Yoongis cheeks were a light shade of pink. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No. I want to, you remember the traffic light system?” Jimin checks, finger drawing small circles on the elder's hand.

“I do, green, yellow and red.” He answers.

Jimin smiles, pleased. “Good. How about you take your clothes off and get comfy on the bed? I just want to grab a few things.”

Yoongi wastes no time, standing up and stripping. it doesn’t take him long to find a comfortable position on his back, guessing that’s how Jimin would want him, easy access and all.

“Fold your clothes.” Jimin directed from someone in the corner of the room, Yoongi sighed at the thought of having to get back up again so he shook his head mumbling a small “They are fine there.” they were his clothes, it didn’t matter how he left them.

Jimins voice grew heavier. “Yoongi, I wasn’t asking. Every minute it takes you is a minute you’ll be punished. Remember you have the right to safe word any moment something feels uncomfortable.”

“Sir yes Sir.” Yoongi retorted sarcastically, pushing his naked body off the bed to fold his clothes. He was met with a hard gaze from Jimin, Yoongi shrunk into himself a little at the sight. This side of Jimin was intimidating, and powerful.

Jimin walked over to him in long strides, hand gripping Yoongis chin, forcing the elder to look at him. “Make another sarcastic comment like that and I’ll have you bent over with a red ass. Seeing as you like the name so much, for the rest of the scene you can call me Sir. Do you understand?”

Yoongi shuffled as much as he could, eyes focusing anywhere but Jimins face. “Yes.”

Yoongi nearly whined as Jimin dug his nails into his cheeks. “What was that?”

“Yes Sir.”

Jimin tapped his face lightly, releasing his grip on him. “Good boy, fold your clothes and lay on the bed. Don’t make a sound.”

Even if he didn’t admit it out loud, Yoongi was sure Jimin noticed the way his dick twitched at the praise. Not wanting to give the Dom a chance to comment on it, he turned, busying himself and folding his clothes. He didn’t look back, he didn’t need to, he heard Jimin walk away, returning to whatever he was doing with the equipment in the corner.

Yoongi finished swiftly, pretty proud of the smile pile of clothes. Small things, he held a chuckle to himself, resuming his earlier, comfortable, position. If he wasn’t as horny as he was Jimins bed would be a pretty good place to sleep, music comfier than his own. “So you know how to listen.”

Yoongi bit back a snappy comment, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t entirely sure he could take Jimin seriously when he was like this, especially knowing how soft the younger actually could be.

His thoughts stopped as a slap to his thigh had him shrieking. “You know I have my rules Yoongi. I don’t tolerate disrespect and whilst we are in a scene you are my submissive, it’s not only my responsibility to ensure you are safe and content it is also my responsibility to make sure you don’t forget who is in control.”

Jimin trailed a finger up the elder's pale thigh, edging dangerously close to the top of his cock. “You won’t roll your eyes or speak unless spoken to, you will address me correctly and you won’t cum until I say you can. Colour?”

“G-green.” Yoongi thrusts his hips despite his attempt at keeping himself still, this earned him another slap, this time to the opposite thigh. “Sorry.”

“You’re learning aren’t you, Hyung?” Jimins voice was laced with a playful disrespect as he muttered the honorific, finger closer to the doctor's ribs.

Yoongi shook his head, the name not feeling right. “Not h-Hyung.” He stumbled over his words, not caring enough to make an effort.

“You want me to call you something else?” Jimin smiles, nail trailing over the doctor's nipple. He marvelled at the way it hardened instantly, it was just perfect how the others body was so responsive, so in tune with his touch. “How about baby?” He chuckled when Yoongi shook his head. “My slut? Doll? Pretty whore?” He tried again, all of which earning another no. “You wanna be a puppy like my Tae Tae? Maybe I could bring him up here, let him teach you how to behave.”

Jimin couldn’t hold back a coo as yoongi whined, his nipple a fierce red from the continuous touch. “What about baby boy?” Yoongi flushed a light pink, legs tensing momentarily. “You like that do you? Baby boy?”

“S-stop teasing.” Yoongi sighed, wiggling as to relieve the light throbbing of his cock.

“Oh is my baby boy getting brave now?” The Dom pinches his nipple, twisting it for a second before releasing it. Barely long enough to bring Yoongi any real pain but enough to have the other whimpering. “You’re like a kitten, soft one moment then spiteful the next. Never mind, I’ll have to just train you right.”

As always, Jimin never missed anything, especially not during a scene so Yoongis' reaction to the pet name was noticeable, his lips turning up at the corners. “You like being called kitten do you?”

“N-no.”

Jimin hummed, pinching the other nipple. “Do you want to correct that?”

“Ah yes yes.” Yoongi gasped. “No Sir.”

“You say you don’t like it but you’re smiling all prettily there baby boy. It’s okay if you like both, I’d never judge.” Yoongi relaxed a little at that, the reassurance doing wonders as he nods. Jimins feels a thrum of pleasure shoot through him, there was nothing better than seeing a submissive happy. “So good. I’m going to start now, it won’t be anything special today. I’m going to put a vibrating plug inside of your ass and then I’ll let you fuck your cock into my hand, I’ll decide how many times I want you to cum, and ask permission before each orgasm. Is that okay, what’s your colour?”

“Yes Sir.” Yoongi was thankful for the quick explanation, the cautiousness replaced by a mix of anticipation and excitement. “I'm green.”

“Good, turn over onto your stomach, head down ass up. I’ll open you up with my fingers before putting the plug in.” Despite how excited he was to have Yoongi wrecked underneath him, nothing mattered more than comfort and safety. “I’m just going to the table, I’m right here with you.”

Yoongi shuffled around, eventually finding a comfortable way to situate his head, he felt a little exposed, Jimin had been fully clothed but still, he didn’t feel any less. Jimin was an amazing Dom.

Yoongi stiffened as he felt a wet finger press against his rim, taking a deep breath to relax. “Arch your back a little more baby boy.” Jimin commanded softly.

Yoongi did his bed, stretching as far as his body would let him. He let his eyes flutter close as Jimin began opening him with one finger, his heavy breathing turning into soft moans as the Dom added another and another before declaring him ready. “I’m going to put the vibrator inside, don’t move and don’t make a sound.”

Yoongi nodded, knowing a response wasn’t necessary. He felt the bed shift but Jimins touch didn’t leave his body, whether it be a finger touching his thigh or a leg brushing against his. It was comforting, a sense of security he never knew he wanted. He let himself fall into it, Jimin would take care of him.

He bit his lip, stifling his noises, as the toy was pushed inside of him, a thick butt plug shaped in the right way, resting against his prostrate. “All done, turn over.”

The doctor cursed under his breath as the toy shifted inside of him, laying down only seemingly making it press deeper inside of him. “Too deep,” Yoongi whined, lifting his hips from the bed.

Jimin eyed him for a minute, eyes lingering on his cock as he decides what to do. With a firm grip, he tugs the doctor's cock, finger pressing over the tip, nail scratching the sensitive skin. “Awh is it too much baby?.” Jimin teased, chuckling at Yoongis' nod. “Too bad I don’t care. You take what I give you, nothing more, nothing less.”

“But-“ Yoongi began to protest, silenced by a slap to his length.

“Stop whining, you’re pathetic.” Jimin revelled in the way Yoongis lips twitched in a smile, clearly enjoying the scene. Still, Jimin thought it best to check. “Colour?”

“Green, so so green. Don’t stop.” Yoongi pleaded, eyes wide. “Please”

“Oh, baby boy, I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and begging me to leave your poor little cock alone.” Jimin laughed, once again digging his nail into Yoongis's cock. “Im going to start now, for the first one, be silent.”

“Yes, S-sir.” Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back. The vibrations inside of his ass started slow, almost too slow but he knew with jimin being able to change it on the control that wouldn’t last much longer.

The doctor gasped as the Dom wrapped a firm hand around his cock, pumping the head. “Look at you leaking so prettily.”

Yoongi bit back a whine, grabbing the sheets as though it would ground him. “Let’s make this quick hm?” Jimins hand sped up as did the vibrator, the sudden change slightly overwhelming.

Yoongi let himself fall into the pleasure, heartbeat racing as he felt his orgasm build, his throbbing cock desperate for release, the toy in his ass stretching him deliciously as it pressed against his prostate.

“You want to cum?” Jimin asked, palming the tip of Yoongis cock. Chuckling when the other nodded enthusiastically. “Cum for me.”

Yoongi didn’t need to be told twice, he let go, his orgasm exploding within him just as Jimin pulled his hands away, his cock still spurting against his stomach. Yoongi looked at Jimin, wanting an explanation for the ruined orgasm. “W-why?”

Jimin turned the vibrator down, shifting back into his previous position beside Yoongis legs. “Just because you get to lay here and cum multiple times, doesn’t mean you’re going to get to enjoy it. I think I’ll use you for my pleasure today.”

Yoongi hissed as Jimins hand made its way to his cock again, already overly sensitive. “Let’s make you cum again hm?”

Jimin didn’t give him time to recover, flicking the vibrator up to the middle setting before using one hand to massage yoongis balls, the other still wrapped around his cock. “Maybe for the next one, I’ll let you fuck my thigh. Would you like that kitten?”

Yoongi nodded, head muddled with pleasure. “Please.”

Jimin hummed as though contemplating. “Maybe, depends on how fast you cum.” He jerked his hand fast, essentially knocking all the oxygen from the elder as he gripped the sheets, willing himself not to run from the overstimulation.

“Ji-Sir please.” Yoongi stuttered, noticing his mistake. “Sorry, just, ah fuck too much.” He felt himself wanting to cry, the continuous stimulation making him want to scream.

“Careful there, Kitten.” Jimin warned, hand lightly squeezing Yoongis balls. “Don’t wanna get yourself punished.”

“no Sir,” Yoongi answers, more of a moan than anything. “G-gonna cum.”

“Such a good boy for telling me. You can cum.” Jimin praises him, he did deserve it after all.

Yoongi couldn’t keep still this time, hips bucking upwards as the vibrator continued to rest against his prostate. Cock pulsing as he cum again, this time a scream muffled by a pillow accompanying it.

“There, good boy, so good.” Jimin talked him through it, this time with a hand holding his cock up, the other palm rubbing the angry red tip. “So beautiful.”

“H-hurts.” Yoongi teared up, trying to run from the stimulation only to be trapped by Jimins frame. “Pl-please no more.”

“You look so pretty crying baby.” Jimin smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on the doctor's face. “Are these tears all for me?”

Yoongi attempted to nod but couldn’t, every limb felt on fire, in the best way possible. He was blissfully fucked out.

Yoongi gave it another minute, allowing the other to catch his breath before standing up. “On your hands and knees on the floor.”

It took Yoongi a second to move, and his movements stumbled. Jimin was right beside him, ready to catch if necessary. It was beautiful the way Yoongi presented himself.

“So gorgeous, your ass is perfect.” Jimin spoke more so to himself, reaching to pull the vibrating plug out. Yoongi argued with a whine, his ass clenching around nothing as the toy was removed. “Look at you, so desperate for more despite already coming twice. So greedy baby.”

“Please, please” yoongi begged, unsure of what he was asking for exactly, just wanting something, just wanting Jimin.

“Okay, baby. On your knees, let me see your pretty cock.” Jimin helps him sit up, Yoongi spreading his knees giving jimin a full view.

Jimin circled him. “Look at you.”

Yoongi loved the feeling this position gave him, like prey being chased by a predator.

Jimin stepped forward, coming to press down on Yoongis cock, the doctor whining, eyes wide. “You’re so pathetic, get off like this, I want you to cum like this, beneath me.”

“T-too much.” Yoongi sobbed, still rutting against the pressure of Jimins foot.

Jimin raised his foot. Colour?”

“G-green,” Yoongi whined, pressing his cock against jimin as much as he could.

The Dom laughed, pressing down on the others cock again. “Look at you, so useless, only made to be fucked.”

“Wanna cum.” Yoongis hips stuttered, still, he continued fucking himself against jimin.

“No one is stopping you, baby boy, make a mess of yourself.”

Yoongi was breathless, his orgasm at its peak. “Sir will be happy if I cum again?”

“Sir will be very happy.” Jimin assured, a hand reaching to grip the hair of the other. “Cum for me pretty boy.”

With the added touch Yoongis orgasm snapped, dribbles of cum shooting across the floor lazily. The doctors' frame slumped against Jimins leg who thankfully was ready to catch the others weight. “So good for me baby boy, so proud of you. Let’s get you cleaned up hm?”

“Yes sir,” Yoongi responded, his tongue heavy.

“Not Sir anymore baby, just Jimin.”

“My jimin?” Yoongi asks teary-eyed.

“Yes.” Jimin laughed. “Your Jimin, let’s get you into a nice warm bath.”

Yoongi felt himself being lifted to his feet, a towel wrapped around him, he tried to help but his mind was floaty, nice. Jimin sat him atop the toilet seat as he ran a bath for him, adding one of the bath bombs he knew Yoongi liked. “It’s all ready.”

Yoongi stepped in carefully, watching as jimin undressed himself and slid into the bath, behind him. He lent back on Jimins chest, enjoying the way Jimin had wrapped his arms around him. “You did so well today, I’m so proud of you. How do you feel?”

“‘m good.” He breathed. “tired.”

“You surprised me, baby.” Jimin placed a kiss on the back of Yoongis head. “You never expressed interest in being submissive.”

“Is-is it bad?” Yoongi mumbled, slightly shameful.

“No no.” Jimin was quick to reassure. “Not bad at all, you are a beautiful submissive.”

“It was weird.” Yoongi admits, hand dragging through the water. “I never thought I’d like it that much.”

“How do you feel about that?” Jimin questioned.

Yoongi contemplated for a moment, he was sure he liked it, and would do it again. “Happy?”

“Would you want to try scenes with the others?”

Oh. “Uh- maybe.” Yoongi frowned.

Jimin noticed his tone. “What’s wrong?”

Yoongi didn’t know. “N-nothing.”

“Hey, talk to me, what’s going on in your mind?” Jimin brings his hand to draw shapes across yoongis thigh.

“I don’t think I’d want to do it with the others.” Yoongi admits.

“That’s okay, not every one wants that. It’s okay if it was a one-time experience.”

“No, I uh.” Yoongi stalls. “Just- just with you.”

Jimins mouth falls into an ‘o’. “How did you feel today Hyung?”

Yoongi stiffens. “Good.”

Jimin observes for a moment. “How about we stick with baby for right now?”

Yoongi nods almost fast enough to hit Jimins head. “Yes please.”

“Okay, baby it is. Now tell me, what did you feel when we started the scene?”

“Nervous.” Yoongi admits. “I’ve never been one to be submissive.”

“So when did it change?” Jimin asks.

“When you started calling me baby boy, when um, I was calling you Sir and you were just taking care of everything. I didn’t have to worry or think, just listen.” It was nice to just listen, nice to not worry, Yoongi thinks.

“That’s good baby, really good. You mentioned you’d only want to do this with me, which is entirely okay. I'm wondering why do you think that is?” He’s careful with the wording, not wanting to cause Yoongi any offence.

“It feels good with you. You’re a mean Dom.” Jimin laughs at that, Yoongi smiled at the sound. “I don’t think I’d want anyone else to see me like this.”

“You know they will right? Because of the recording.” Jimin explains, unsure if yoongi had forgotten.

“I know, it’s different seeing it through a screen.” Yoongi answers. “I’d like to do it again.”

“We can discuss that. I’d be happy to.” Jimin wouldn’t say it again but yoongi truly was a beautiful submissive. “I’d be honoured to.”

“I-uh-like it when you’re mean. I think I would like to try random scenes, I wouldn’t mind you being dominant when you think I need it, just, I don’t know, put me in my place sometimes.” Yoongi feels ashamed as he admits a want he had once Ignored.

“I can definitely do that, I already know your limits. It’s okay to want and need these things baby, it isn’t bad and you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. How about we start off with something small? I’ll drop honorifics whatever I think you’re in that headspace and you can either correct me, tell me to call you Hyung, and I’ll stop or you can ignore it and I’ll continue. That way I can be sure it’s something you actually want at the moment and that way you’ll have a chance to change your mind.”

Yoongi hums, a light shiver running through him from the lack of warm water. “I’d like that. I could still have a way to tell you yes or no without directly saying it.”

“Correct baby. Never forget you can always safe word.” Jimin knows he knows but the reminder is still necessary. “How about we get you washed and dry? We could watch a movie and cuddle?”

“Yes please, and food?” Yoongi asks, voice hopeful.

Jimin giggles, bringing yoongis hand to his lips. “Of course baby.”

[edosianorchids901]

In War With Time

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "take my hand"

Constantinople, 1204

Hands over his ears, Aziraphale pressed back into the corner. He slid down the stone wall and to the rug. Shivering, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Screams echoed outside, and he hunched his shoulders, covering his ears more tightly. That muffled the noises, the agonized cries and clash of swords. The sounds of a city being sacked.

He ought to be used to this by now. Over his thousands of years on Earth, he’d certainly seen plenty of war. And long ago, when he wielded a flaming sword, he’d been in battle himself.

But no. He never got used to it.

He huddled tighter, frozen in place. Couldn’t afford to move, to risk drawing attention. Maybe if he stayed still, no one would notice him. They might simply pass him by.

The door banged open, loud enough that he heard it even with his hands clamped over his ears. He snuck a quick peek without moving, and whimpered. One of the crusaders stood over him, in blood spattered armor, wielding a dripping sword. The man smiled, raised the sword—

And then crumpled. A different figure stood in the door, a figure dressed in tightly fitted black clothing. Unmistakable.

And yet, how could Crowley possibly be here now? Must be a hallucination, wishful thinking.

The hallucination’s lips moved, but Aziraphale couldn’t make out the words. He just stared, everything spinning, confusion roiling inside him. Had he been hit in the head, and simply didn’t remember? Or was this due to shock?

But even if it was merely a hallucination, he wanted to hear what Crowley had to say. Slowly, he uncovered his ears.

“We need to go, now. It’s not safe here.” Crowley—or the hallucination—looked around quickly, then stuck out a hand. His other hand clutched a broom, which must be what he’d hit the crusader with. If this was happening. “Come on, angel.”

Aziraphale just stared. Perhaps none of this was happening. He’d wondered if he was having a bad dream when the crusaders first laid siege to what was undeniably a Christian city, and this was simply more proof. It didn’t make any sense for these people to be attacking Constantinople, any more than it did for Crowley to be in the middle of a war zone, trying to save him. All imaginary.

“Aziraphale!” Snarling, Crowley stepped closer. “Look, I know you’re in shock or something, but there’s no time for you to be in shock. Take my hand.”

Aziraphale stared at the extended hand. He couldn’t move.

“Look at me, angel,” Crowley said, voice suddenly much softer. It was so shocking a change that Aziraphale automatically met his gaze across the top of dark glasses. Intense golden eyes gazed into his. “That’s it, at me. It’s Crowley, I’m right here. I need you to trust me, and do as I say. Take my hand.”

Trust him? A demon?

Dazed, Aziraphale took his hand. Crowley pulled him to his feet, then towards the door. Aziraphale resisted a little, not wanting to go anywhere near the screams, and Crowley sighed. “I get it, okay? I don’t wanna go out there either. But I’m gonna stop time, and that’ll make it a little better.”

Aziraphale managed a nod. Crowley snapped his fingers, and the world ground to a halt around them.

Having time stopped did make it a little better. As they rushed through the city, Aziraphale kept his eyes fixed firmly on Crowley. He only caught glimpses of the siege. People frozen while fleeing, assailants chasing them with weapons raised. Bodies in the streets. Flames, oddly still.

By the time they made it out of the city and into a small boat, Crowley was struggling for breath. As soon as they were afloat, he waved a hand. The screams resumed, far off in the distance.

Wheezing, Crowley slumped over against the side of the boat. Aziraphale took his hand again—he’d let go only so they could get the boat underway—and squeezed. “Crowley? Crowley?”

“M’ okay. Just… exhausted.” Weakly, Crowley squeezed back. “Takes a lot out of me, keeping time stopped for that long. You all right, angel?”

“Um. Better, now.” Still a bit dazed, Aziraphale glanced back towards Constantinople. Rather a lot of it was on fire, smoke billowing into the air. But as they drifted downstream, he couldn’t hear the screams anymore. “Awfully sorry about, well… thinking you were a hallucination. The entire thing was just awfully confusing.”

Crowley cracked an eye open. “You thought I was a hallucination?”

“I’m afraid so.” And oh, he still did not feel very well. Shaky, he moved to sit close beside Crowley, pressing to his side. “I-I thought perhaps I was imagining the whole thing, really. The crusaders wanted money, it seems, but that they would actually attack the city that first sought their help…”

“Nnnh, yeah. Humans for you. Sometimes, they’re terrific. Other times…” Groaning, Crowley straightened up a little. He brought his free hand up,  stroking damp curls off Aziraphale’s brow. “You looked bloody terrified. Did they hurt you?”

“No. I managed to hide.” Guilty wrenched through Aziraphale’s tummy at that. “I suppose I was a bit of a coward.”

“Nah, you weren’t. For my money, it’s better not to get stabbed.”

Aziraphale found it difficult to disagree with that. But he was still confused about one thing. “What were you doing here, anyway? I know you weren’t on assignment to observe the war. You’re supposed to be in England.”

Crowley flushed slightly. He looked away, over the water, and sighed. “Came to get you.”

He said it quietly, so quietly that for a moment Aziraphale thought he’d imagined that, too. But he hadn’t, and he managed a faint smile as he curled up against Crowley’s side to rest.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Hello. If you are taking requests, can you write to yandere husbands Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Percival Graves, Severus Snape?

hi anon! thank you for the request, i hope you like it

i won't write great about the fantastic beasts characters because it's been a long time since i've seen it but i tried my best, i hope you enjoy! :)

Gellert Grindelwald

i feel like this man is possessive as hell

more of an isolating and protective yandere

he doesn't want anyone pressing a finger to any hair on your pretty little head

above all else he is driven and charismatic so after his obsession develops, he will immediately sneak in there and manipulate you

but he also wants you to depend on him, that way you will never leave

he wants to make you his whether or not you know it

he fills and indoctrinates you into think all muggles and wizards supporting them want to hurt you, that he's only trying to protect you because you're so special

he almost wants to curse you for gripping his heart so tightly, for controlling him without even knowing it

he has few qualms about killing in front of you but he'll try not to, just not very hard

when it comes to the wedding, he might try and convince you by inventing a false prophecy that if you don't he'll die

you wouldn't want to hurt him so, will you?

he doesn't like physically telling you how much he loves you, instead he'll say things like "We belong together." or "You're very special to me."

he does make an effort to keep you protected and feeling secure

and he doesn't like other people talking to you too much

if you also had a deep connection with Dumbledore then Grindelwald would make sure to server that tie, whispering lies about him wanting to betray or hurt you

as far as kids go I think he would them to keep his lock on you and to further his line but I'm not sure how deeply he would care for them

if any of them favoured your features however I think he would grow especially fond of those children in particular and teach their sibling to hold them in higher esteem

i think he would grow quite clingy over you, always keeping you on his arm when it's safe

Albus Dumbledore

this man already has a mischievous spirit and high charismatic presence so i feel like he could get you to trust him easily enough

after that he puts in all the works, fixating on you being in his life and drawing away for just long enough to keep you longing and missing him

he wants you to want him too, unlike some of the other yanderes who don't care so much about making your relationship real, he needs it

he would give you gifts in forms of sweets particularly so you associate them with him

he will insert himself into the most intimate parts of your life so you can't escape him

he doesn't want another lover to let him down like Gellert did so he manipulates what you can and can't do whether that be your friend suddenly avoiding you or you start feeling mysteriously ill out of nowhere

as a husband he is attentive and will likely bring you to live at hogwarts by his side, never leaving his sight

he doesn't lock you away though, he doesn't need to when he has you safely among the school

how much trouble can you get up to under his watchful eye?

he gets a certain thrill when there is danger about and you crawl into his protective hold

if you start teaching he will encourage it in fact, liking the way you integrate your lives together

as far as children goes he doesn't really want them, your always surrounded by them and watching grow, if you really want one then he won't mind you giving some extra support to some of the kids or being particularly parental but other than that he's not fussed

he is a regretful man and so i think he also makes a point to make sure none of those regrets include you even if his antics get quite obsessive, giving you flowers almost everyday and smothering you with affection as soon as he wakes up even if you're still asleep

if you ever died he would want to go with you and enjoy "the next great adventure" by your side

he doesn't intend to live without you

Aberforth Dumbledore,

in his school years that instead of negotiating, he preferred to settle things by duelling and combat

therefore i imagine he would approach this in a similar way

unlike his brother, he does not dedicate himself to winning your affection or charming you, he may very well attempt at developing a love potion or just take you away

he was not above using underhanded tactics against his foes and you would see this in how he interacts with you, for example he might use polyjuice potion to gain your trust in someone you are close with's body

he doesn't care how he gets you, just that he does get you

i think he could very well be a punishing yandere if you do not give in to him

as for the wedding i think he would want a small ceremony if any at all

potentially could use influencing spells such as the imperius curse if he won't get caught

i could see him wanting you to have a daughter with him so he could name her Ariana to honour his sister

whether or not you are a wizard/witch yourself, he is far more powerful than any other and he knows it

legilimency is frequent in your relationship, he doesn't see much point in asking you something if he can just know it already and the more he finds out the harder he falls, your thoughts infiltrating his brain is what fed his attraction to you in the first place

he will hold a grudge if you try to escape and will make the effort to make sure you watch while tied up as he blocks off every possible exit you could make

eventually his trust will be earned back but it might take a year or longer

Percival Graves

this one was a bit trickier because out of everyone i know the least about him but i think he would be a calculative yandere...precise

he is ambitious and serious

he does care about what you want and is willing to develop a romantic or platonic arrangement but he will always see you as his

if you're not married to him then you won't be married to anyone at all

he will trick people carrying romantic interest to you with rumours and lies about you until you come crying to him, he likes to comfort you and will do whatever it takes to feel your warm body in his arms

he will consistently take you to work events and slowly make you dependent and close with people connected to him and only him

he doesn't mind how long it takes until you get to the point where you accept his advances, he can wait

all because he knows it's necessary and once you are together then he will never have to work so diligently for it ever again

the wedding will seep of extravagance and he will keep the ceremony intimate

this is for you and him, no one else

he doesn't particularly care if people try and convince you to leave him, he dispels any of your worries by telling you they are poisoning your mind

he knows them better than you do, he assures, listen to him and no one else

he won't be a very bloody yandere i don't think

he's got too much at stake and he knows that if you ever found out about it then everything would be over

i don't know whether or not he would care for children, i think he would prefer to keep a small family

Severus Snape

this man has already lost one woman he believed himself to be in love with, he doesn't want to lose another one

and if anyone takes away the person he is infatuated with then there will be hell to pay

he has the dark lord on his side now but he is also a skilled potions master, if someone gets to close to you he can easily slip an extra helping into their cup or food of something less...appetising

enough to maim them seriously, maybe in an indistinguishable way

he will only resort to murder as a last stitch attempt

he can't lose you, he refuses to

he won't propose, he knows he won't accept no as an answer anyway and will force an agreement, perhaps threatening those you care about so he can keep you

as far as archetypes go i think he would be on the eliminating side of things

Lily chose James over him and so he simply won't give a choice this time

doesn't have the energy for such things

he doesn't have time for it and he's not lenient either

surprisingly he's not too possessive, he will keep a keen eye on the friends you choose but won't hurt them if he thinks he can trust them enough

he's not particularly fond of children so i don't think he would push the subject but if you wanted them i could see him begrudgingly complying

when he sees harry he is still furiously raging at the sight but it will be subdued if you have children of your own

i could see him locking you away once the war is started no matter what side he is on

Voldemort killed Lily, he will have no problem kill you too if you're on the side of the order

whichever side of the war you are on, so will he

[creatureofsunandsky]

I trusted none of them with the Fool but carried him myself to the sled, loaded him, and clambered up afterward to sit beside him.

--

I saw her swallow. “As an apprentice, the first cleaning of an injured man is one of my tasks.”

“As his friend, it’s my task. Please.”

--

I rose and before he could touch the Fool, I took the rags and medicine from him. “I’ll do it,” I told him.

--

Another, saner part of me was saying softly, “Fool. Fool, it’s all right. You are here with me now, and they cannot hurt you anymore. You are safe here. Oh, Fool. You are safe. Beloved.”

--

Feared that it would alarm him to be touched and feared even more that it would draw me tighter into his misery and wake my own. But at last I took the three steps that carried me around the table. “Fool. You are safe here. I know you can’t believe it just yet, but it’s over. And you are safe.” I stroked the broken hair on his head, rough as the coat of a sick dog, and then pulled him closer to cradle his head against my sternum. His clawlike hands came up and clutched my wrist, and he held himself tighter against me. I let him have his tears. They were the only things I could give him then.

--

He rose and groped his way around the end of the table to where I sat. His hands felt for me, found a shoulder, the side of my face, and then fluttered up to my head and the crown there. He lifted it slightly, and then, with no self-consciousness at all, measured the length of my hair. He walked his fingers down my face, touching the break in my nose, the old scar, the scruff of beard on my chin. If anyone else had done it, it would have felt invasive. Insulting. But I knew he was comparing what I looked like now with what he recalled.

He cleared his throat once more and after a pause he added, “You’re a handsome man still, Fitz. Not as pretty as before Regal broke your face. But you’ve aged well, I judge.”

--

"But what matters, as I started to say, is that I want you to feel safe. So tell me. What can I do to make you feel safe?”

His grip on the knife loosened. “You aren’t irritated with me? Annoyed at my weakness?”

I was startled. “Of course not!”

“You went away so abruptly. When you didn’t come to tell me yourself, I thought … I thought you had wearied of having me depend on you for everything.”

“What would make you feel safer?”

“You do. Being here.”

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Fool's Assassin/Fool's Quest Robin Hobb