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sorcerous-caress · 11 months

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could u possibly do how companions would treat tav's kid? like in a situation where a tav had a child/younger sibling or smth. fluffy fluff all around

You know how sometimes fate aligns so that your past deeds follow you into the future? This request gave me a flashback to my old writing blog.

Companions reacting to Tav's younger sibling/child

[ bg3, fluff, several characters ]

[ Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Karlach, Laezel, Shadowheart, Minthara ]

Astarion

What on earth is that little gremlin following you around? Just make sure that no one feeds it after midnight.

To say he's not a fan is a huge underestimation, he signed up for a camp full of hot available single adults and not a daycare. How are you expecting him to be his usual self when a pg13 warning keeps chasing you around.

Whatever, he will just ignore the goblin-like thing. He can do that, how hard can it be?

Well...actually now that some time has passed, he has to admit that the little menace is really funny at times. Especially that one time he stole Gale's books to build a book throne in the mud, Astarion swears he could still hear Gale's heart shattering into a million pieces, what a fond memory.

What? Pfff, no, he isn't getting attached. He just...well was doing some trick with a coin to make it disappear, and the kid happened to be nearby, Astarion definitely wasn't trying to impress them.

Now the thing about picking locks is that it's better to teach them young. Think of all the small places, nooks, and crannies they could fit into, bringing them some loot and actually be useful.

And since he's already bothering to do it, might as well teach them how to wield a bow. Properly wield a bow, not like how Wyll does it no, it requires elegance only an elf is capable of and Astarion is the most expert here to train them.

Did you see that? They're actually getting better. He genuinely is impressed, so much that he doesn't register the smile of pride adorning his face, the excitement in his voice as he boasts about the kid's accomplishment and how they're clearly superior than the other crotch goblins.

Gale

Ah, children, truly the future of mankind. Humanity's hope and the ones who will carry the torch after us.

He is almost giddy at the idea of having an impressionable youth to teach, to steer and to spoil rotten like he was spoiled.

Will show off magic tricks nonchalantly, he definitely has a hidden agenda in trying to make the kid a wizard. After all who is better than him, an arch wizard, to teach a new curious soul about all the wonders of the weave? No magic is too advanced, everything is possible with imagination.

If anything, kids have the best imagination, better than adults do. Which is the argument he uses when you ask him why your little one can shoot invisible fireballs now.

He would love to read to them, he has all kinds of stories about heros, past legends and fables that will guarantee them a safe and sound mind. A healthy mindest to nurture then into a good kind hearted adult.

Even when his books end up the subject of the kid's abuse kind of a lot- Gale is nothing but forgiving. Cut the kid some slack, if anything, Gale is happy they are safe and sound.

Would make special meals for the kid during dinner time a lot, bunny shaped carrot cuts or soup with a sparkly finish. He can even teach them some basic recipes, cooking is a very important life skill afterall.

Wyll

He is very experienced with kids. Feels a bit concerned for the fact they're at camp all alone and volunteers to stay behind and watch them. And no, unlike the previous two, he doesn't try to indoctrinate them into elf supremacy culture nor tactically manipulate them into being a wizard.

He just lets them be a kid, plays ball with them. Shows them how to play fetch with Scratch. Overall a very cool and laid back older brother.

He definitely takes great inspiration from his own dad and how he raised him, offers the same advice and wisdom his own father shared with him.

Shows the kid that life is so much more than it seems, nothing is truly evil and nothing is truly good. Both can be found in each other. He treats the kid with respect and doesn't pull the older than you card unless necessary.

He wants them to establish their own being, their own character and carve their own path in life.

Definitely does whatever he can to keep Mizora away from the child. That devil cannot be trusted, and even while he knows the kid is smart, he doesn't want to leave it up to fate whether Mizora tricks them into a pact or not.

Halsin

The kid adores him and all of his animal forms. Halsin indulges them a lot and changes into whatever wildshape they deem the coolest that day to play with them.

When he looks at them, he sees a seed for the future. It requires care and nurturing to grow properly, and he is willing to make this world a better place for them.

Shows them how important nature is, how we should take care of the world just like it takes care of us. How we should respect the plants and the animals, how every meal is a gift and should be treasured.

He has a very fatherly vibe to him. It comes naturally, and he doesn't even have to try. Whenever the kid feels overwhelmed or scared, it's Halsin they run up and hide behind.

Also, when they get in trouble too because they know Halsin will take their side.

And he knows the kid is using him sometimes, but he lets it slide. Takes the kid on walks a lot, helps them make friends with the nearby cat that sometimes frequents the camp.

There is a potted plant they're both growing, a small shared project between the two of them. Halsin adores the look of happiness the kid has whenever the plant sprouts a new leaf and grows taller.

They don't have to know that it was Halsin's powers keeping it alive throughout the frequent changing of their camp and consistent travelling.

Karlach

Little soldier is what she calls them.

Picks them up a lot after her engine gets fixed, let's them ride on her shoulder and hang on to her horns sometimes. Even indulges them and pretends she is a robot that they're controlling.

Sorry Astarion, she can't stop hugging you. She's a simple robot, and the overlord kid on her shoulders demanded it.

While Wyll is the cool yet dependable older sibling, Karlach is the even cooler one who's very chaotic and would help the kid in their pranks and cause trouble a lot.

Ah, what the hell kid, sure you can pick up her great flaming axe and swing it around. Actually she will use a nearby table as a shield and you should definitely try throwing it at her.

It's not that she means to be a bad influence, it's just that she is extremely indulgent. That it circles back to being a bad influence without meaning to.

They want to only eat sweets for dinner and all day? Hell yeah little soldier she wants the same. They want to do it for the rest of eternity and never eat vegetables again? Sign her the fuck up because she is ride or die.

Oh yeah, your kid/sibling can swear now, thanks to her, you're welcome.

Jaheira

Is the one feeding them the vegetables, after telling Karlach off and putting her in the timeout corner.

It's not enough that she has a gaggle of children back home, but you had to bring another one with you to the camp? Oh cub, you and your own little cub are going to be the death of her.

If Halsin thinks he can hide them behind his bear form he better think twice, Jaheira isn't below putting the both of them in line if she has to.

She demands respect, and the kid definitely ends up giving it to her, begrudgingly or not. They understand she is the true form of authority in this camp and that they better do what she says and finish their chores.

They definitely see her as a grandma. She is secretly touched if they call her that but acts unaffected. She just doesn't want to let the kid down. She has to be strict because medicine never tastes sweet.

They remind her of her own kids backhome sometimes, she does get homesick a lot more with them around.

Shadowheart

No, she isn't emo. No, she isn't goth either. What is this kid talking about? They better know that worship of lady Shar is very sacred and not a passing phase she will grow out of.

You know how kids are overly curious and always ask these intrusive questions? Shadowheart is a magnet for that.

They just go up to her ,unannounced, and tell her about the recent camp news. She sips on her wine and gives the kid a glass of grape juice while they gossip.

Yes, she is a half elf. No, she is still as capable as an elf.

Wait, what did Astarion say about her? Really? Well, kid, thanks for being a snitch now. If you'd excuse her, she has urgent business to take care of.

She sees them and wonder if this is how her childhood was supposed to be like, if this is what she was missing out on all her life. Sometimes she can't help the burning envy at the back of her throat as she watches them be showered with love and care for simply existing.

But she doesn't let the bitterness get to her, not with how the kid looks at her in awe and admiration. She vows to be at least a decent example and not disappoint them.

Laezel

If left unattended, she will start a boot camp. Come one kid, get down, and give her 40 push-ups now.

What? She is just looking out for them. How else are they supposed to join the battlefield if they have no upper body strength?

Yes, the battlefield, why do you ask? Of course, she wants them in the front lines eventually. War is the perfect environment to raise a child, to make them strong and fast. You were very smart for bringing them here with you, she has to admit.

Bah, she scoofs at Karlach and Astarion's ways. It is a danger hazard at best. The kid needs to start with training equipment and not actual weapons. Her companions' lack of braincells does surprise her sometimes.

Well...she also does mention the fact that for them to graduate, they have to actually murder someone from the camp. You know, like how she murdered half her classmates when she was still in training.

She actually...does a good job at training them safely, she evaluates their weakness and strengths and gives them advice based on it on how to improve. She looks out for their well-being and shows them the most efficient way to end a fight.

But she's only joking? Right? Right???

Uh....did anyone see Gale??

Minthara

To put it in the nicest way possible, they are terrfied of her.

She thinks it's good because any sane person should be afraid of her. Frankly, she'd be concerned for a possibility of brain damage if they weren't.

They avoid her, and she barely pats an eye over it.

Although she was always the first to act whenever they were in danger, completely beheading the enemy with her sword before they could touch a hair on the kid. Still she doesn't care for the fact the child is drenched in blood and just saw someone get murdered.

She thinks they should get over it. The sooner, the better. Life is full of murder and blood, you'd be only dooming them if you don't let them see things for how they really are.

Drow culture for raising their children is very brutal, most of them die young and even the ones who do make it alive, don't live as long as the surface elves do.

Each drow carries deep scars from childhood, both on body and mind. Minthara wasn't the exception.

She tolerates your young out of respect for you. She tolerates what she deems as disobedience and disrespect from them.

You're not sure if they'll ever stop fearing her, but you also know that you can trust her to be there for them. To not hesitate a second in saving their flesh no matter what the cost is.

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l0velylecter · 2 years

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how the cod:mw ii men show their love for you

— how the cod:mw ii men show their love for you + reference gifs ! rating : g for general and safe for work ( sfw ! ) pairing : reader / simon ‘ghost’ riley, reader / john "soap" mactavish , reader / alejandro vargas, reader / captain john price, reader / kyle "gaz" garrick , reader / phillip graves ( note : while descriptions show gn! reader but gifs used for reference shows f! reader ) tags : kissing, hand holding, hugging, fluff, pure fluff fandom : cod mwii warnings : no additional warnings

01 |Even when he’s sore from the field or flat-out exhausted from month-long stakeouts, Soap still finds the strength to carry you on his back whenever you’re together. You can be out for a casual stroll when he asks if you’re tired, even if you just left the house five minutes ago. He will always make an excuse to hoist you up his back, wanting to be as close to you as possible. He says it makes him feel strong, but not only that, but it's also because he loves how it always catches you off guard. He can start running or jumping, and he loves to hear you squeal, especially when he can use this as a chance to squeeze your ass playfully.

02 | It could be because he’s worried, he misses you, or because he loves you, Alejandro is always reaching out for your hands. He loves to intertwine your fingers together even as you sleep. Whenever he has to reassure you, Alejandro will bring your hands to his lips and kiss them — gently, softly, whispering sweet nothings to you. He will also absent-mindedly stroke your palm with his thumb, humming to his favorite tune. And when he has nightmares at night, you would always be quick to reach for his hand, letting him hold it even as you kiss.

03 | Just like everyone else, Price needs to be reassured, but he often acts like he doesn’t. As a captain, a leader, and a soldier, he’s always so used to just keeping everything inside. It’s not easy for him to admit defeat, and it's even worse to accept that he needs support. So his silent cry for comfort would always be through a bear hug, and it was in these moments, did you saw the love and trust he has for you reflected in the way his arms firmly hold you in place: your bodies warm and content against each other.

04 | With how kind, easygoing, and down-to-earth Gaz is, you can’t ever imagine him with a playful side. Thankfully, you’ve gone past his cool and calm exterior to discover that he’s a child at heart; so whenever you both feel on edge: either from exhaustion or the aftermath of a terrible argument, he’s always trying to cheer you up through the most creative ways. One of your favorites was when he created a makeshift water fountain in the park using the drinking taps to splash you with water, knowing that you’ve been feeling down lately with how much he’s been leaving for work. It’s good that he’s left behind a lot of good memories for you to replay in your head when he's not there, reminding you just how much you're loved by the soldier.

05 | As much as you complain to Graves about him having such a big mouth, you enjoy your little banters. Playful arguments are a way for you and Phillip to entertain yourselves. He loves how you keep him at his toes, and you adore how he’s the only person who can drive you crazy. He’s a cocky, smug, and arrogant bastard, but he’s your bastard. Besides, a little bicker here and there does wonders for the relationship and often spices things up — " You want me to shut up? Then make me, commander."

06 | It was hard to feel loved around Ghost, it was almost as if he didn’t exist. With him always away on missions, you barely spoke to each other, and as the days grew, you were starting to drift apart. The fear of having him fall out of love constantly haunts you, even while you sleep. So to one night catch him, stroking your head, gently, softly, as if not to wake you and get caught; it kept you going. Knowing that deep down, he cares. And that he was just too afraid to show you. So staying as still as you could, you pretended to sleep. So that in the midnight hour, when only the moon is awake as his witness, Simon can indulge in his feelings for you without guilt.

07 | Always too nervous in expressing what he feels around you, König resorts to saying ‘i love you through small gestures, one of them being: running his hand down your hair. He’d give your scalp a gentle caress when you’re suffering from a headache and kiss your hairline goodbye before he gets up to leave. He also thinks it’s safer than a hug because sometimes he gets too excited and needs to settle for a head pat to avoid crushing your bones. The soft strokes of his thumb remind you that when a man with the size and strength of König is this tender with you, there’s no way in the world he doesn’t love you.

a/n : and another round of fluff !!

imagine the men of cod : mw ii getting their pictures taken with you

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cyberspacesociety · 3 months

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Being the goddess of the mind means all your emotions are amplified. The care and patience for her when she runs to you. The anger towards your brother for hurting her. The despair you feel for not being able to love her son because they're his too.

Even though your a goddess you feel hopeless sometimes. You can tell shes still afraid. You often hear your love waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares. You can hear the child your trying so hard to learn how to love crying from the memories of him. You can tell shes hiding something but thats okay, she will tell you eventually right?

As you wait you think over your thoughts. A lot of them have anger attached, anger toward your brother, anger for how he struck down your twin, anger for your love, anger for the child who bears his face but is terrified of him. But theres also love, the love and adoration for her, the love for her son, the child you have learned to adore.

You finally learned what she was hiding, she told you. You're becoming a mother. The very thought is both exhilarating and terrifying to you. If your brother finds out both she and the baby are in danger. It won't be safe for her with you.

Its a hard decision isnt it? Choosing between keeping her close and sending her away. It will have to be her own choice. The thought of her returning to his realm scares you. You fear for her safety and the childrens. He is ruthless and will do anything to achieve his goal.

You asked her. She told you her plan. Soul has promised to keep her and the children safe. She promised to write. And you still have a few weeks. Right? You asked her. She told you that theres maybe a week left until she must leave to be able to get to Souls aid safely.

She left last night. She and the child. The castle feels empty without them here. You know your keeping them both safe. One day you'll be able to see them again. One day you'll be able to meet your child.

A few months have passed. Shes sent you weekly messages. The most recent one wasn't from her. It was from Soul. An additional item was included. A small picture of them all, your love holding your baby son with his older brother peeking over the side of the bed.

Their hair has grown out to its natural brown again. You know how much they hate it. You remember them telling you how it makes them look more like him. You remember the genuine smile when you helped them dye their hair black like yours. You remember the smile across both you and your loves faces the first time they called you mom.

You wrote back as you always do. You thanked Soul for the photo. For the bit of your home. You hold the photo close. You framed it with the pressed orchid she sent in one of the letters. It sits on your bedstand.

She wrote to you again. Shes back in his realm. He attacked Soul. You want so desperately to tell her to come back. To bring both her and your children back to you. But that would put all of them in even more danger. Including your little boy. He just turned 6. She includes little messages from him now. Sometimes you get messages from his brother.

They sent you a letter. He found them. Your little boy saw it. He saw her get taken. By him. Your oldest wrote. They wrote about how scared they are. They're only what 12? 13? They have no clue how to raise their little brother. They beg to come back to you. To take everything and run back to you. But they cant. Because he still doesn't know that your boy is yours.

It pains you as you write back telling them to stay in his realm. You include a list of what you did to help raise them. As much as you want to bring them to you and hide them away from him it would never last. He would find them eventually.

The letters stopped coming. You want to go find them. But theres only one explanation. He found them. You hate the thought but its the only explanation.

You saw them again. Its been so many years since you saw them last. Their eyes are split yellow and purple. The purple one bleeds. You want to pull them close and ask what happened. But they are with a group. Theres a black haired man with them. One who bears her face. Her smile, her fear. Their brother, your son.

They chose to stay to 'save' Netherums child. You wait until their companions fall asleep to enter. They give you a sad smile. You give them an offer. More of a connection to you. You make them promise not to forget their brother. Not to hurt him. They accept. You ask for their name and for his. Shebert they tell you, Sherbert and Rae.

You got to speak to Rae. He didn't recognize you. Hes never met you after all. Not to mention his memory was tampered with. He won't remember you, you knew he wouldn't. You try to be as kind as possible. You remove one of the eyes from the frame. You end the communication.

You cry for the first time in years that night. Your children are reunited but without you.

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crying-fantasies · 9 days

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Within you

Masterlist

If Sideswipe relationship with his human is based on "Take my breath away" then Sunstreaker's part of the story is based on this song (I still don't remember who started the whole "Streaker likes David Bowie" but the first blog I found talking about that was @rocksinmuffin if my memory is correct).

Within you and the whole Labyrinth movie was created before I was even born, first time watching it as almost a baby gave me the impression this song was centered in how the goblin king was mad at Sarah, maybe even hated her, again, I was a child, one very messed up by Disney and the idea of "married happily ever after", so imagine Amy flabbergasted face when my cousins translated the son for me, like "so he hated her this whole time and still wanted to marry her?".

Just to then hear him say "How you turn my world, you precious thing".

I didn't get it, nor David Bowie's acting, but then I watched it again as an adult after realizing my love for Henson's work back again, just to be smacked in the face by the whole deep meaning of a suffering man as Jareth, while not telling her that he loves her, still does tell how much it hurts him to love and court her (incorrectly, mind you because it's obvious Jareth is suffering to give the message) but don't have the very same love back for him.

Creativity crashed onto me while my niece was watching the labyrinth, asking myself if the brothers each should've a different lover, but with the fact of split sparks gave another deep meaning, of course everyone can love someone different, but the idea of twins courting the same interest seemed more interesting for me as many others did before (and also, two boyfriends).

Within you was the right decision for Sunny.

Sunstreaker affection for his human partner started from disgust because organic, of course, but Sunny, no matter what he says or how he acts, loves his brother, so if we want Sunstreaker to interact with a human then Sides needs to be in the picture.

It starts small, a little "oh, now he is bringing strays, great" that soon morphed to him smacking Sideswipe's helm when he almost dropped you "Do you want to clean organic insides from the floor?!" but still being very gentle by his own standard to grip your clothes and put you on a safe enough place, cleaning his digits afterwards as if you carried some disease, what an idiot.

Taking time he gets familiar with your presence, but then there is this itchy thing on his spark when he sees you, the itch keeps going, silent like a mouse surrounded by cats, but growing like mold, like a forgotten seed trying to catch a glimpse of sunlight, when it does, he makes double takes, going through the many levels of grief (because how could such a perfect being like him feel even an ounce of affection for a fleshie?) and currently in the stage of depression before noticing the way Sideswipe looks at you while scoping you away from your old computer for things to finally connect and make sense.

Also sending him back to the stage of anger morphed into rage (directed mostly to you due to his own reason of not really hating his own brother).

Sunstreaker anger reaches new levels that has everyone looking twice when his usual sour but accepting EM field twisted to such hatred, Ironhide almost got to the decision of getting the human away, "just let him deal with whatever is his problem" he said while trying to make you go with Ratchet's group of humans but choosing not to interfere when Sideswipe gave him the most woeful optics he has ever see once noticed what he was trying to do.

Later on the thing gets worse and Sunny is splashed in the face in the same way Blurr did (the world doesn't move around me FUCK) Just tht he did when he was finally separated from Hunter and got a very needed moment with his own thinking.

Does he get a very hard moment on it? Yeah, it's even pointed that he suffered from it since he feels bad for Hunter and not having the strength to at least say goodbye, tell him "hey, we did it", and dealing with his feelings on that matter, Sunstreaker couldn't, and that makes the fact of him trying to put himself straight the most painful as every other autobot, while not saying out loud, still can't easily trust in him again.

Sunstreaker is trying, but only time will tell if it's even worthy to try and heal a wound that is sure to leave a permanent scar.

Sideswipe loves Sunstreaker, they're brothers, they'll forever have one another, and Sideswipe has you, if only for a bit, and Sunstreaker also has to make amends with you, maybe to at least talk like decent people in company of one another, he will take whatever you throw at him because he knows Sideswipe liked you, just to realize his brother now loves you, Sunstreaker doesn't only see it, he feels it, near enough to his brother again to feel that tingle now tremor inside the bond.

He knows it's great, he feels it and his own spark resonates with the same feeling, he is happy for Sideswipe even when the idiot has yet to talk to you directly about the courting, but no matter how much Sideswipe tries, Sunstreaker doesn't know how to have a normal chat with you, or at least have you not reacting like you are about to kill him.

"You look great today"

"As if"

Your story with Sunstreaker is full of hatred directed to you for things you never did to him, the brothers fear such feeling will never fade away as Sunstreaker tries to seat beside you, looking at his pedes, trying to make small talk, say things he knows would rock the world for anyone, when words just don't work because Sunstreaker is always the one being fanned over and not the other way around, actions fade easy as all you center on him is that he is doing it a certain purpose to make you cry like before.

"I move the stars for no one", Sunstreaker could be showing you the beauty of late Cybertron's most intricate pieces of art and you would be thinking if he is going to make an offhand comment for you at any moment, not realizing he is letting you see them through his own databank, displayed for you to see in one of the most intimate displays of affection a cybertronian can do for a loved one, free vision to his precious memories, Sunny would try to give you ride once the war is over, trying to sound as soft as he can push his vocalizer and too close to imitate a purr with his engines, door open and inviting, he knows you had a long day shift, you're slow and the strange coloration under your eyes is too evident, he hates it, as it shows you're exhausted, but no matter, you keep walking, in any other occasion Sunstreaker would have abandoned you there for make him look like a fool, whatever, but he can't, he wants to, all he does is get into root mode and walk slowly next to you, commenting that Sides will never stop pestering him if something happened due to your foolishness and he was near the place.

"Your eyes can be so cruel", Sunstreaker, being like he is, guided by your rejection continuously, returns your hatred if only to protect himself, because how could you do this to him, "just as I can be so cruel", but he does understand, his anger more similar to a sad mech that is just a click away from scoping and shout at you to stop it, because you're hurting him.

Within you is a song about love, longing, but also heartbreak, Sunstreaker fits good in here.

"I can't live within you".

It will take time, a very good amount he hates with all of his being because every moment you stay in your stupid bubble of self-preservation the brothers have a day less to cherish due to your stupidly short lifespan, but apparently all has it's own reward for him, as one day he does shout at you, this time, however, is to tell you, he may have needed real psychological help with all of his trauma, but while pouring his inner hell to he last person he wanted to see him like that, he finds your gift in front of him again, patched up, offered more than a peace symbol, more like a proposition.

"I, I can't live within you"

#reader insert #transformers #x reader #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers idw #angst #transformers x human reader #tf sunstreaker #idw sunstreaker #transformers sunstreaker #sunstreaker #tf sideswipe #idw sideswipe #sideswipe

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allwaswell16 · 1 year

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My favorite One Direction fics that take place in a dystopian universe as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

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(E, 13k, angst) In a world in which love has been outlawed, two boys meet and fall in love at first sight.

💥 it's time to find your wings again by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 12k, prison guard Louis) His fascination for supernatural creatures had turned into something most closely resembling loathing over the years, due to the many stories of their evildoing, and although he still doesn’t believe in hanging them for their crimes, he does believe in keeping the town safe.

💥 my love will never leave you by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 10k, established relationship) In a world where memories are used as currency, Louis will do anything it takes for Harry to get better.

💥 never coming home by rainbowsandgucci

(M, 8k, war) Later, after the lantern has been blown out and their emotions have been sated, Louis presses a kiss to Harry’s chest, and whispers into the darkness. “What if you hadn’t come home?”

💥 across the river is where my heart is by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(G, 8k, girl direction) She remembers carefully raising her hand and waving—her little heart beating hard in her chest, as if she had done something dangerous, something forbidden, even though back then she could not understand the true divide the River made amongst them.

💥 Simple Gifts by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 6k, grief) the fic where Louis realizes the end of the world doesn't mean you stop living

💥 Rebels (series) by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt

(G, 5k, rescue mission) In a world ruined by environmental catastrophes and extreme wealth concentration, attacks against the government and the rich that started out as local riots but became a global movement.

—Rare Pairs—

💥 I Built A Home for You, for Me by aimmyarrowshigh, thediamondskies

(E, 70k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) In the year 2114, Nick Grimshaw is the voice behind the morning broadcast for a new England’s BBC—the voice behind the Counsel heading an England that has regained international supremacy through colonialism and violence, and domestic supremacy through the oppression of its people.

💥 Aftermath by StormDancer

(M, 11k, Zayn/Louis) In that other world, when Louis hadn’t won Zayn in a card game. When the chains around Zayn’s wrists that kept him with Louis were emotion, not gold.

#ficrec #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #ficsfor4am #trackinghome #tracksintheam #hltracks #1dsource

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karmasuna · 2 years

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how you fall out of love

- ft childe, scaramouche, diluc, albedo

CHILDE

he’s the ultimate family man. he cooks, he cleans, and is a loving brother to his family. what is there not to love about him? maybe except for his penchant for violence that more often than not leaves him coming home all beaten up, but it’s something that can be overlooked when he litters your face with apologetic kisses after you patch him up.

the problem is that there’s never enough of him to go around. you barely see him as it is when you’re both home- but after he becomes a harbinger, it can’t be helped that he’s sent on even more expeditions all across tevyat.

it’s not easy, barely being able to see your lover. every goodbye with him feels permanent, heavy with the risk of finally losing him to a particularly cruel fight. the two of you try your best to keep in touch, but it’s just different when you can’t hold him in your arms the way you so yearn to.

keeping the flame burning brightly is hard, especially when you’re separated by an icy blizzard. Eventually it gets harder to even recall how his touches feel, harder to remember how it feels to be loved.

in the end, your passion doesn’t beat the storms. the letters become shorter, becoming more scarce between and eventually die out, ending with a final letter that you send, sealed with the last kiss you ever intend to send his way. it starts and ends simple, “thank you for loving me.”

childe does not put up a fight. after all, how could he? he understands more than anyone your frustrations, knows how hard it is to be separated from your other half for so long. if letting you go means you’ll be able to find solace, then maybe it’s for the better.

you don’t cross paths after saying your goodbyes. rarely could he ever find time to spend with you in the past as lovers; it is just the same as friends. your occasional encounters are filled with empty promises of meeting up to reminisce, but it’s more than obvious to the both of you that regardless of how much you may love each other, what you had with him will stay in the past.

SCARAMOUCHE

sometimes he’s just too rash, too prone to anger. you’re lucky enough to be on his good side most of the time, but on a bad day not even you can escape from his wrath.

being with him is stressful. it’s a constant rollercoaster of anxiety, not whether he’ll wake up the man you fell for or just the cold side that everyone else knows him for.

over time you don’t even know why you’re with him anymore. watching him leave for work in the mornings makes you let out a sigh of relief, where getting into bed with him for the night just feels like sharing with a stranger.

eventually you pack up your clothes, walk out, and never look back. It’s odd- there’s no goodbyes, no arguments- nothing. it’s like you never knew him when you cross paths, just two strangers who’d never loved each other.

DILUC

the uncrowned king of monstadt. everyone’s had a crush on him at one point or another- so how could you complain when you can call him yours?

it all gets a little much sometimes. there’s no doubt he’s the man of the relationship. It starts small- little questions about where you were going, quickly escalating into having to know every single detail about your life.

it’s hard to breathe. he likes to be in control, to know that you’re safe and still love him. having to utter the same three words every day to him as he leaves for work in the morning is meaningless now when you don’t feel that way anymore.

he likes being in the know, but it isn’t the same for you. all you can do is sit at home and look pretty when he comes home, questions about how his work went falling on deaf ears day after day. you give and give but get nothing in return, and eventually all the love you can give runs out.

the glances you share now as you cross paths are searing, brings back memories of how it felt to love him. it’s vivid, happy moments that will be burned into your memory for the rest of your life, you’re pretty sure. but there’s no point in staying when you’ve become more of a plaything for him to pamper than equals, and that’s just the unfortunate truth of how your relationship ends.

ALBEDO

in the beginning, you were content.

neither one of you were looking for much- or so you thought. there’s a mutual understanding between you and albedo. an unspoken agreement, that all you needed was each other. no extravagant dates and surprises that were meant to make you flush like you’re high school lovebirds- it’s just you and him, sharing quiet kisses in the cloak of the night.

it's hard to say when it all started. perhaps you’re the selfish one here; wanting more than what you’d originally agreed on in the beginning. your lover seems perfectly okay with how you are right now, and it feels wrong to say otherwise. sometimes it feels more like you’re roommates than lovers.

you’d accepted the fact that he probably loves his work more than you, and was okay. as long as you still had a place in his heart, you didn’t mind being second best. these days you can’t help but feel that you’re not even on his mind at all- all he spares you is a smile and a nod when he comes home for the day. it feels like conversing with an acquaintance when he’s supposed to be so much more to you, when he should be your sanctuary but just isn’t.

things aren’t much different even now that he’s gone. you return home to an empty apartment, slipping into bed alone at night. the yearning slowly fades away, and slowly but surely you become content in the solitude.

his footsteps are familiar as he walks towards your market stall, yet his presence foreign and prickly as he wordlessly comes to a stop in front of you.

there is no warmth, no words exchanged as albedo hands you his items, and some mora as payment. no longer a spark as your fingers brush against his, an unspoken emotion in his eyes as his eyes flicker up to yours for a brief moment before he leaves. nothing stirs in your heart as you watch his figure disappear around the corner, as if your years of shared memories were nothing but obsolete relics of the past.

there is no more love between you and albedo, or perhaps there never was in the first place.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #diluc scenarios #diluc x reader #childe x reader #childe headcanons #albedo x reader #albedo imagines #albedo headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche headcanons

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sunkissedlucida · 2 years

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beautiful boy

Miles Quaritch x baby! Miles Socorro x deceased! Reader

— Life has lost its color to Quaritch since your recent passing. He continues to mourn over the loss while raising his infant son. But one night and a John Lennon song later, he feels a little more hopeful for the future.

A/N: Been simping for this man longer than I knew what love was. Guess I'm adding another fandom to my list!

Miles wakes up in the middle of the night. Flood lights of the base peek through the slightly open curtains. The starry night sky of Pandora remains visible during early hours like this. He looks over to the crib beside the bed, where he sees his baby boy fussing and crying.

"Shh," says Miles, still half-awake. "You're okay."

He sits up with a grunt. He walks over to the crib and reaches out to hold his son. The baby squirms and wails under his hold, reaching for comfort.

You were always a light sleeper, so you would usually wake up before him when the baby cried. You'd comfort him better than the colonel could. But now you're gone, leaving your husband half of what he once was. One of the few people keeping Miles together is your one-year-old son, who is also his namesake. Your little miracle and greatest joy.

The baby's diaper needs changing, so Miles puts him back down to get a new pair. His hands are shaking from exhaustion, but he manages to change the diaper without much struggle. Afterward, his son's cries diminish to whimpers and sniffling. Miles carries him and walks over to the couch. He sits down, sighing at no sight of tissues on the coffee table. He moves his hand under his shirt and uses the fabric to wipe the snot off his son's nose. If you were here, you'd be complaining about how he couldn't just look for one in the cabinets you painstakingly organized. What he'd give to hear you again.

It's been months since your death, and nothing has changed for the better to him. The world stops turning whenever the baby cries, and he can barely bring himself to eat. With his wife gone, it feels like he's not doing anything right anymore. It's simply harder to get through the day.

Miles looks down at the little one. "What's wrong, Junior? Had a nightmare?"

He looks back at his son's wide, glassy eyes. His lip quivers like he can read his father's mind. The infant nuzzles his chest with a tiny fist gripping his shirt. The sight tears his heart to shreds, knowing things can't go back to the way it was. No form of revenge against who or what killed you can bring you back. It's a lesson he learned the hard way.

"I miss her too, kid." Miles holds Junior tighter, placing kisses on his forehead.

He whispers, eyes brimming with tears, "Mommy's gone now, but I'll never let anything happen to you. Stay strong, alright?"

The child calms down and snuggles into his shoulder. Miles strokes his soft curls, closing his eyes as the two sit in silence. His calloused hands envelops his son like a blanket. Later, soft snores put his mind to rest. As his body relaxes, the tears finally stop threatening to fall.

The silence haunts him. It reminds him of how you'd fill it by playing your favorite song before bed. It is old, but it is a classic, as you would say. Miles hums the tune to himself, trying to keep the memories alive even though you're not here to show him the right notes.

"Close your eyes,

Have no fear,

The monster's gone,

He's on the run, and your daddy's here."

As he rubs the infant's back, he wonders if his son will remember that song. Will he grow up to carry the same love for music as you? Maybe one day, when he's older, he'll tell his father that you were the reason why he fell asleep every night. That the melody made him feel safe and brought him comfort. A reminder of the love that he had, and one that would always be there.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy."

He's not sure how long he's been humming the song, but he realizes he's singing out loud. He hears the familiar lyrics coming from his throat.

The baby stirs in his arms, smiling as he snuggles closer. Miles smiles too, looking down at his son and crooning,

"Before you go to sleep

Say a little prayer

Every day in every way, it's getting better and better."

The world around him disappears. All that remains is the happiness he feels at being loved by someone he created with you. Something tells him that things are going to be okay, even if it's not now. Someday, both of them will be alright. For now and always, they have each other.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy."

#colonel quaritch #avatar quaritch #miles quaritch #quaritch x reader #avatar #avatar movie #miles socorro #spider socorro #spider avatar #sunny writes

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neptunes-blue · 7 months

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CORPSMAN’S PRAYER - VINCENT KRAWCZYK - THE PACIFIC

short summary: Vincent Krawczyk graduates from Illinois’s Naval Hospital Corps School after first enlisting on the 8th of December, 1941

warnings: implied child neglect (sort of?), sailors get drunk and slip off chairs

(Main) characters: Vincent Krawczyk (oc), Terence Flynn (oc)

word count: 1.8k words

notes: this is like. The only time ever I will post my writing… if it disappears tomorrow I have succumbed to my shame and deleted this 😔. I had to format this on my iPad with no idea how any of this works…. Also if you see spelling/grammar mistakes no you didn’t I was too scared to share this to a friend to proofread ☹️ (looks at the ‘art blog’ in my bio hmmmm)

🚢

Grant me, oh Lord, for the coming events;

Enough knowledge to cope and some plain common sense. Be at our side on those nightly patrols; And be merciful judging our vulnerable souls. Make my hands steady and as sure as a rock; when the others go down with a wound or in shock. Let me be close, when they bleed in the mud; With a tourniquet handy to save precious blood. Here in the jungle, the enemy near; Even the corpsman can't offer much lightness and cheer. Just help me, oh Lord, to save lives when I can; Because even out there is merit in man.

If it's Your will, make casualties light; And don't let any die in the murderous night. These are my friends I'm trying to save; They are frightened at times, but You know they are brave. Let me not fail when they need so much; But to help me serve with a compassionate touch. Lord, I'm no hero—my job is to heal; And I want You to know Just how helpless I feel. Bring us back safely to camp with dawn; For too many of us are already gone.

Lord bless my friends If that's part of your plan; And go with us tonight, when we go out again.

— Navy Hospital Corpsman’s prayer

When Vincent was 5, he woke up in his home to nothing.

When he tried to focus on where he imagined the hallway, there was nothing but black. And from the kitchen he heard a faint drip and nothing more.

It’s hard to recall a memory in the muffling black dark. It’s more of a feeling really, cold icy dread that travels down your spine and keeps you at a standstill.

Vincent still remembers how his body— much smaller in his youth, chattering with fear on the dusty couch. Too scared to call out for his parents.

10 years later, he’d brought up the memory at the dining table and was flattened by his father’s admittance to a fuzzy memory where he forgets to take him off the couch and into bed.

Currently, Vinny is 19 and fumbling with the neckerchief of his dress blues. His brow knotted while Terence Flynn shined his shoes.

“Vinny, how in hell are you gon’ take care of your wife? 20 and you can’t tie your own kerchief?”

Krawczyk swivels to face Flynn like you would in drill. His face in a crooked smile.

“20 in a week actually. I thought I told you yesterday that I was 20 next week.” He says in a voice dripping with a very matter-of-fact tone, a crooked grin plastered on his face.

“I’m gonna start praying for your future wife.” Flynn half-snorts, rolling his eyes.

Vincent listens to Terence’s back click as he stretches, taking a ‘well deserved’ break from his shoe-shining; it was a lousy attempt to seem presentable and handsome for graduation. Terence Flynn, mousey-faced and dark-haired tucking away at least some of his antics for today.

Vincent had complimented how nicely Flynn’s chevrons were stitched once. Terence had flushed red and muttered ashamed that his mother had sewn them on for him.

Within each stitch a gentle kiss of a mothers love tucked under the dark fabric of the Navy’s pride— that’s what Vincent imagined anyways. He had responded with a quiet ‘oh’ and looked at his own chevrons that still had stitches leaking from the edges of blue fabric.

Krawczyk tried to stare back into the mirror and ignore the eruptions of jealousy that burst across his face.

Men dressed neatly in their Navy dress blues begin to leave barracks, putting away shaving kits and slicking their hair back with their caps in hand.

“Bu-ddy?”

Terence whistles and clicks his tongue, already standing at the door out of barracks.

“Christ!”

Vincent glanced at Terence and then back at himself in the mirror before quickly scampering after his friend. Finally figuring out the intricacies of his neckerchief while his shoes hit the plywood floor.

Vincent's rowing team had been best in Missouri, he was the best batter in baseball, captain of the swimming team, and one of the top boxers in school.

It didn't count for much, all his trophies and awards were in a box underneath his bed.

Krawczyk wouldn't know until after his enlistment had ended that his parents had pawned his gold medals off when he'd left for the Navy. Vincent would understand when he came back. Forgiving, sweet, war-torn Vincent who would believe his family was going through tough times.

His photos remained in the box however– the same crooked grin even as his face matured. Collecting an inch of dust.

The winter wind had calmed to a soft breeze (thank the lord) and Chief took to the stand saying speeches Krawczyk seemed to block out with his anticipation.

Rows of navy men with their chests puffed out with the boyish pride that never left them even as men. Preparing to leave for war with the promise to serve and a prayer for survival.

Thomas Murray, a tall, gawky man with blue eyes and blonde hair had been a surgeon before all of this; Chance Henderson always wanted to be a doctor who and thought this was the quickest a cheapest way to get there; shy Samuel Davis who blushed easily and hated using the communal showers was plain kind-hearted and liked the idea of helping wounded; Dayton Bishop was smart and steady-handed, he was suited to the role of a corpsman with square eyes and a handsome jaw.

Terence had smirked at Vincent when he told him he joined up because he thought it’d make him popular with the ladies.

Vinny had roared with laughter, telling him that he’d, ‘never even get a nice girl to look his way’.

Flynn had tried to counter him, reminding Vinny that he had a girl— ‘A girl that left him’, he had responded with. Flynn wanted to argue but Vincent turned the topic too quick.

‘Colours, present arms!’

Vincent was beaming.

The whole thing felt like his High School graduation but fancier. And if it wasn’t an important ceremony he wouldn’t have stopped himself from laughing but, he’d be lying through bared, grinning teeth that he wasn’t pouring over with pride.

He (rather excitedly) stepped onto the stage, shaking hands with the CPO and then to the SCPO who passed him his graduation paper. Vincent was only able to glance at his name ‘Vincent Phillip Krawczyk’ scrawled in the middle of the paper before he had to ‘calmly and mild-manneredly’ walk across the stage.

"I solemnly pledge myself.”

"I solemnly pledge myself…” The bright faced men echoed.

“Before God and these witnesses.”

“To practice faithfully all of my duties.”

“As a member of the Hospital Corps.”

“As a member of the Hospital Corps…”

The band marched out soon after the Corpsman Pledge, Anchors Aweigh cutting through the dewy morning air and sending out that good ol’ Navy pride. Vincent could’ve sworn he saw Terence’s eyes water as he muttered the lyrics under his breath.

“STAND NAVY TO SEA, FIGHT OUR BATTLE CRRYY!”

Flynn roared, hopping from bar stool to bar stool— hand on heart while the other swung a bottle of beer.

Davis was bright red, with 7 drinks too many he had joined Terence in his performance. Vincent clapped, repeating Terence and Davis’ “So vicious foe steer shy-y-y-y!”, despite not having even one drop of alcohol that evening. The rowdy sailors had scared off most of the other bar patrons. Dayton sat smartly as ever, Murray was playing craps with the increasingly drunker Chance and the other boys— Mark, Jones, Sutton, Kidd, Freeman, West, Patrick… were either pink-faced and whooping or challenging the other to another game, drink, or bet.

“Y’know, back in my home-place, Missouri I used to drink like there wasn’t a God!”

“Anchors aweigh my boys! ANCHORS AWEIGHH!”

Dayton didn’t seem to be really paying attention to Krawczyk’s yammering.

“My pal, Nate, he drank beer like it wasn’t a Wednesday afternoon. Never trust a usual mild-mannered Missouri man, we might all seem pleasant but as soon as he gets a drink too many he’ll sock you right in the face if you even mention his favourite sport team’s rival team— I nearly got socked in the face for it once, can you believe it?”

Vinny bursts into laughter, not really taking note that Dayton didn’t join in.

"Farewell to foreign shores, we sail at break of day-ay-AY-AY!”

“You’re not drinking.”

Vincent perks up when Dayton speaks.

“Yeah— yeah, no, I'm not a drinker," Vinny shrugs. "Christian, I keep it to special occasions." He finishes, grinning.

“Uhuh. Isn’t this a special occasion?”

“Someone has to be sober enough to hold caps when you all retch whiskey in the bathroom.”

Dayton shrugs, swirling his brandy on the rocks.

“Drink to the foam, until we meet once more! Here's wishing you a happy voyage HOME!”

And with the end of the second verse, Flynn missed the barstool he was jumping to by a foot and cracked his head on the side of the counter.

The sand was soft at Nunn beach.

Vinny liked beaches, he liked the waves, how the seawater dried on his arms and left white salt stains on his skin. He even liked nursing his good friend after slamming his own face into a bench, who now had a rapidly growing lump above his right brow.

The sun had sunk halfway under the ocean, sending out stretching wands of orange light that sparked crashing waves yellow. It turned his and Flynn’s faces amber and made his bruise just slightly more obvious.

“Finally put those corpsman skills to good use.”

Vincent was grinning— Terence was not.

He reached into his wrinkled blues, pulling a silver rosary over his head, careful to not bump his tender lump. Terence cleared his throat, trying to clear the shame in his voice.

“My gal got it for me but you know uh. We broke up”

“She left you.”

“We broke up!” He insisted, with a huff. Flynn turned from Vincent and admired the carving of Christ. Hanging by his hands on the silver cross, intricate swirls that seemed to grow from his hollow body and border the cross he was strung across. It seemed to glimmer white in the setting sun.

“Take it. A parting gift. Or an apology— I don't care. Or really believe in that crap anymore anyways”

“Don't call it crap.”

“Sorry.”

Vincent tenderly accepted the gift from his friend, thumbing the cross.

“Tell me a story, Vince.” Terence’s voice was flat, eyes glued onto the horizon instead of his friend.

“Well. Once me and my pal Nate thought it'd be funny to throw rocks at the school greenhouse.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#oc: Vincent Krawczyk #hbo war #the pacific #Hbo war oc #The pacific oc #Ww2 oc #Original character #i had to hype myself up to post this #AGHHH #might drop the occasional vinny lore like how he isn’t actually religious #but this is probably all the proper writing I will release from the depths that are my google docs #I don’t really like sharing my writing but i hope you enjoy nonetheless 🫡

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mrsaguapapi · 1 year

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Ch 1 Ch 2

Chapter 3

Eyes Wide Shut

The Vibe:

La Llorona-Carmen Goett

I sit on the balcony of my therapist's apartment, I can hear the busy city streets below us and the fluttering wings of birds in the sky. We've been doing this for a few weeks now, and each session brings me closer to healing but it's only an inch at a time to a mile-long worth of trauma.

I sit in my seat obviously unable to see the sun but I can feel the warm summer heat grace my face. My therapist hands me a joint and I take a deep inhale, feeling the familiar calming effect of the ✨jazz lettuce✨. She is definitely an "out-there" professional technically no longer licensed but she continues to work with associates of Japan's underground crime syndicates; she for whatever reason, relates well to us criminals (both past and current). She was a small, unassuming woman who has been described to me as a 'Sweet gal, with tired eyes and a perpetually weary expression'

We sit in comfortable silence for a few moments before my therapist speaks up. "So, Ari, what's been on your mind since our last session? How have the nightmares been lately?" My therapist asked

"They're back," I admitted, throwing my head back and exhaling dramatically "It's like I'm reliving everything again."

She nodded. "Tell me about it. What's been coming up for you?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "It's always the same thing. The night I had to take out the Hive. In my dreams, It's like it's all happening again, and I can't stop it."

My therapist leaned forward, her eyes never leaving mine. "You need to lay it all out on the table, Ari. You can't keep pushing it down and pretending it never happened. It's always going to be there, lurking in the background until you deal with it head-on."

I knew she was right, but it was hard to hear. I didn't want to relive those memories, to feel the pain and the guilt and the shame all over again. But I also knew that I couldn't keep living like this, trapped in my own head, reliving my nightmares every night.

"I know," I said finally. "I just... I don't know how to start."

"Start with the beginning," my therapist said gently. "Just lay it all out, explain it to me as if I have never heard of the Yakuza"

And so I did.

My father was an assassin, a highly skilled one at that. He was on a mission to take out a house of child sex traffickers, most of their victims were between the ages of 10-16. I was 1 years old at the time, I learned later in life that I was the daughter of one of the trafficked children. She died of malnourishment just days before we were saved; they planned to raise me into the sex trade as I was a "Rare Find" in the Japanese child trafficking market, and , not many black children were involved.

Fortunately for me, my father Tanaka found me. All of the children that were saved were going to be home with families in the area except me. I was deemed unwanted by the community because of my color. He without a word took me and raised me as his own.

My father was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. He had been orphaned and living on the streets at a young age but managed to work his way into the yakuza and up the ranks; eventually, he became a respected member of the criminal organization.

He was a solitary man who preferred to keep to himself, but when he took me under his wing, he became a dedicated and loving father. He was tough on me, and he taught me what he knew, albeit not the best practice to teach your daughter the *art* of assassination. When I went blind he was nothing but caring he got me Yukio for additional support, but he did not let up on me one bit, he treated my blindness as an obstacle, not a disability.

Despite his gruff exterior, my father had a deep love for me, I think I was the only one that understood him. He was fiercely protective of me and would do anything to keep me safe. We were inseparable, and even when we weren't working together, we spent all of our free time together. Granted, we did a lot of...questionable things. Assassinations, kidnappings, drug deals. You name it, we did it. But I cherished every moment I had with him.

"You say 'had'?" she questions, "Is he no longer with us?"

I take another hit from my joint and try to hold back some of my tears, "I'm not ready to talk about it yet, is that okay?" I exhale and sniffle a bit

"Of course, would you like to continue, or do you need a break?"

"I'm okay," I say

"Proceed" she gave me the floor once again.

Together we climbed the hierarchy of the yakuza, and he eventually became a boss. There was pushback about me being a member of the Yakuza due to my blindness but I soon proved to be a force to be reckoned with. We ran an empire together for a few years before the night of my merciless execution of the Hive. The night I became Kokushibyō, the Black Death.

The Hive was a clan of assassins from a rival gang in Japan. They were known to be ruthless and cunning, and they specialized in kidnappings and assassinations of rival gangs and political figures in Japan. One night, they kidnapped the daughter of one of our allies, the Yakuza boss called Nomad. As a sign of good faith, my father sent me and my team to retrieve the kidnapped girl the boss.

But things didn't go as planned. We were ambushed and my entire team was killed. It was just me left to finish the mission by myself. I was outnumbered, but I manage to take out nearly 100 men on my own and retrieved the child before reinforcements came.

I killed so many people that night. And the worst part is, I didn't feel anything. I was just...numb. Like I was in a trance," I say, my eyes filling with tears.

That night changed everything for me. I was traumatized by the experience and realized that I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't be an assassin, not after what had happened. So, I retired from the business, much to my father's disappointment. But he understood, in his own way. He loved me, and he knew that I had to do what was right for me. I found a love for cooking so I moved out here and built my restaurant. I'm living a good life, I love my business, and my dog, even this Jujustu stuff is kinda cool, and yet I still feel empty, worthless, and scared.

"Scared of what?" She asks

"That I'm a monster..."

"Ari, you are not a monster. The fact that you feel remorse for your actions and worry about your impact on others shows that you have a conscience and are a caring person."

"But I killed so many people that night. I don't think I can ever forget what I did."

"It's understandable to feel that way, but you have to understand that you were doing what you had to do to protect someone. You were acting in self-defense and defense of others. It's not like you went out of your way to harm innocent people."

"But I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the violence and the power I had over them."

"That doesn't make you a monster either. It's natural to feel a rush of adrenaline and excitement in situations like that. It's important to recognize those feelings and work on managing them, but it doesn't make you a bad person."

I sigh and wipe my tears, "Thank you, I needed to hear that"

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The Vibe:

Jaded-Ms. White

After another 20 mins, we wrap up our session, and I Uber to Jujustu Tech. I've been at this now for about 6 months and it's honestly not so bad; working with these kids brings me joy, and reminds me of me and my father when we would train together.

Bittersweet

Today, I prepare for my training sessions with the teachers and other sorcerers. It's become a weekly routine for me and just about everyone has had at least one session with me. I take pride in my ability to train others in combat and weapons, despite my blindness.

Atsuyu, however, refuses to come back. I think I may have scared him a bit. He probably thought he would have the upper hand with me since I can't see, but I've become an excellent swordsman through years of training.

Shoko is a regular attendee and we've become good friends over time. She may not be the best fighter, but I've seen improvement in her skills.

Ijichi is another regular attendee who surprised me with his combat skills. He may appear timid at first, but he's actually a powerhouse in combat.

Mei Mei and the principal have also come to a few sessions. It's been fun working with them individually and seeing their progress. Overall, I enjoy these training sessions and the opportunity to share my skills with others.

As for Gojo and Nanami not so much. Gojo claims he's the best jujutsu sorcerer and doesn't need any help or notes. Typical Gojo. As for Nanami, he's been completely silent since our fight months ago. I'm afraid I might have crossed a line with him. He hasn't said a word to me since that day. It's been bothering me, but I don't know what to do about it.

I put Yukio on her leash and stepped out of my apartment, I couldn't help but feel the sun beating down on my skin. It was one of the hottest days of the summer, and I had to come up with a way to combat the heat. I decided to wear a pleated mini skort and white cropped top, paired with a set of white heels that strap around my ankles. The outfit was minimalistic, yet practical enough to keep me cool. My hair was braided up into long box braids, a protective hairstyle for the heat.

On my back was a mini backpack, which had all my training attire inside. It was Sunday afternoon, and I had to make my way to the training rooms. I was so engrossed in my thoughts about the new dish I had been experimenting with that I didn't even notice someone was closely approaching me until almost too late.

I take a deep breath to steady myself as Mr. Nanami's scent fills my nose. Evergreen and lemons. He always smells like that. "Mr. Nanami," I say, trying to keep my voice even.

He seems taken aback that I recognized him. "You knew it was me?"

I nod, even though I know he can't see it. "Your scent is very distinct," I explain. "Plus, I remember your voice from our fight."

There's a moment of silence before he speaks again. "I see," he says, still sounding surprised. "I apologize for startling you."

"It's okay," I say, shrugging it off. "I was lost in thought, so it's not your fault."

I hear him take a step closer to me. "What were you thinking about?" he asks, his voice low.

I hesitate for a moment before answering. "A new dish I've been experimenting with," I say. "I'm thinking about adding it to the menu at my restaurant."

There's a pause before he speaks again. "What kind of dish is it?"

I grin, excited to talk about my cooking. "It's a fusion dish," I explain. "A mix of Japanese and Jamaican flavors. Jerk chicken with a miso glaze."

He lets out a small awkward chuckle. "That sounds interesting."

Is he nervous?

"Did you need me for something?" I ask curiously, as I bend down and unleash Yukio. She goes to her usual spot by the window.

"I owe you an apology," he says suddenly. "I underestimated you as a fighter and let my pride get in the way. I've been avoiding you for the past six months because I was ashamed and embarrassed."

I am taken aback by his words. I never thought he would apologize to me. "No, Mr. Nanami, it's me who should apologize. I went too far in our sparring session, and I'm sorry."

He chuckles, "We're both apologizing to each other, it seems. Let's just call it even and move on, shall we?"

I nod, feeling relieved, "I'd like that," I say smiling

"Great," he says, "Well, while I'm here would you mind training with me today?"

"Yes!" I say maybe a little more excited than I should have. I calm down and smoothly say "Uh yea. Just let me change into proper clothes real quick."

He clears his throat, "Of course" he responds

I quickly gather my things and head to the women's locker room slipping into my athletic attire, feeling the smooth fabric against my skin. The outfit is lightweight and easy to move in, perfect for my training sessions. I slip on a pair of sneakers and throw my hair into one giant braid.

When I return to the training area, Nanami is already there, warming up with a few stretches. I take a deep breath and walk over to him, ready to get started. We ease into my training routine practicing our punches and kicks, working on our endurance, and building our core. I take a step back and observe Nanami's form, listening to his movements.

As I stand behind Mr. Nanami, I can feel the tension in his body when he throws his punches. I can sense that his form is wrong, and I can't help but want to step in and help him.

"Stop" I semi command, "Your form is wrong," I say stepping towards him. "Is it okay if I help position you?" I ask gesturing my hands

"Sure" He responds

As I reach out to fix his form, my hand brushes against his arm, and I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I move him into position, adjusting his stance and correcting his form. As I do, I can feel his body tense up at first, but then he relaxes under my touch.

There's an unspoken tension between us, and I can't help but feel a rush of emotions. I'm not sure if it's the intimacy of the moment or if there's something more between us. But I push those thoughts aside and focus on helping him.

After a few more adjustments, I step back and let him continue the routine. Eventually, we wrap up our training session, and Nanami and I move into a cool-down workout to relax our muscles. As we were stretching, he asked me for some feedback on his performance.

I take a deep breath and think for a second before I replied, "Mr. Nanami, your punches are powerful, but your form is off. You need to relax more, be more fluid." I pause for a moment before continuing, "You're a tense fighter," I replied. "That's great when you're on the defensive, but you need to be more adaptable. You have to be able to make fast, small, delicate movements; adapt to your opponent's movements, not just overpower them. I hope you don't mind me saying this but I think you could benefit from some more regular training sessions," I said, tentatively.

"I agree, Ari. I can see that I have a lot to learn from you. Your combat skills are impressive, it's almost inspiring." he says

I couldn't help but smiles and blush at that little statement, I turn my head away before responding, "Thank you, Mr. Nanami"

We exchanged a few more pleasantries before parting ways

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After Nanami left, I spent another hour training with my karambit blades. The sound of metal clashing against metal was music to my ears as I worked on my techniques. However, my concentration was interrupted when I heard a commotion somewhere in the school. It was distant, but it was enough to catch my attention. Weapons in hand I make my way to the commotion with Yukio close behind me.

As the sound of chaos and destruction filled the air, I could sense that something was terribly wrong. Suddenly, I heard screams and the sound of glass shattering. I rushed to the source of the noise, with my blades up in a defensive position. As I arrived, I hear two people in the heat of a vicious fight. From the sound and smell of it, it was Nanami and.

Yuji?

But he sounds different and he smells different.

Could this be the cursed spirit that lives inside him? Sukuna....

Nanami was trying to contain Yuji as best as he could but was eventually kicked into a wall completely stunned. I knew I had to act fast to save him," Yukio Stay' I command before approaching. With a burst of adrenaline, I charged forward and slashed at Sukuna with my karambit knives. The sound of metal clashing against bone filled the air as I fought to keep him away from Nanami.

Despite my blindness, I could feel the tension and power of Sukuna's attacks. But I also knew that I had to protect Nanami at all costs. I could hear him groaning in pain, and I knew that I had to do everything in my power to keep him alive.

For the first few moments, I felt like I was holding my own. I was able to dodge Sukuna's attacks and land a few strikes of my own. But soon enough, I realized that it was a lost cause. Sukuna was simply too powerful.

Despite my best efforts, I found myself getting worn down. He was relentless, and I couldn't keep up. My movements became sluggish, and my attacks lacked their usual precision. It was as if all my training and experience had been for nothing.

Sukuna's attacks were powerful and relentless, and I could feel my strength fading fast. I knew I needed to do something, anything, to protect Nanami. So, I made a quick decision and used my body as a shield while yelling at Yukio, "YUKIO GET HELP! AGHk-" Sukuna's cursed energy hit me hard, and I felt the searing pain of his attack, but I held on tight, refusing to let go. I can hear Yukio running out barking for help as Sukuna continues to attack me several times back to back.

Hopefully, I can buy him some time.

Sukuna surprisingly stops and takes a step back, "I admire your tenacity, little warrior," Sukuna chuckles, feeling the power struggle within Yuji's body. "You fought with such ferocity, even to protect someone who you barely know"

"Fuck off!" I hiss

"Ha! I like your spirit, girl," Sukuna says, amused. "You fought like a true warrior, and I was honored to spar with you."

Breathless and defeated, I lay on the ground, waiting for Sukuna to strike me down. But to my surprise, he stopped and spoke.

"You're quite skilled, for a human. But despite your amazing skill you fight at a disadvantage, you have the potential to be so much more." I hear him grunt in irritation, "Damn brat. I don't have much time doll, I can feel the brat fighting back for control, so before I go I'd like to leave you with a parting gift."

"Keep your fucking gif-" I say before getting snatched up by my hair. I scream out in pain as he forcefully holds my head back. I then hear him bite his hand and hold it over my face. He began to drip blood onto my face and into my mouth. He held me so tight that I couldn't fight back. He then practically throws me down to the ground, I couldn't react in time so I hit the concrete hard. I try to raise my body and stand but stumble back down to my knees as I start to feel an intense rush of euphoria coursing through my veins. It's a feeling I've never experienced before, and for a moment, I'm lost in its intoxicating embrace.

But just as quickly as the feeling comes, it's gone, replaced by a searing pain in my eyes. It's like someone is squeezing them in a vice, and I can feel a burning sensation spreading through my head.

I try to rub my eyes to ease the pain, but it only seems to make it worse; fortunately, the pain finally subsides after a few minutes. I blink several times in disbelief. Colors and shapes begin to form before my eyes, and I realize that I can see. At first, everything was just a blur of colors and shapes. I couldn't make out anything clearly, but I could see light for the first time in years. It was overwhelming and painful, like needles poking into my eyes. I squinted and rubbed them, trying to adjust to the sudden influx of visual information. As my eyes gradually adapted, the shapes and colors began to coalesce into recognizable forms

I looked down at my hands and saw them in a whole new light. I had gotten used to not being able to see them, but now they were right in front of me, and I could see every detail. The lines on my palms, the curve of my fingers, the scars and calluses from years of training. It was overwhelming.

"What did you do," I asked with tears welling up in my eyes starting to freak out from this sudden miracle.

Can you call it a miracle?

Sukuna smirks. "Until we meet again, little warrior" With that, Sukuna's control over Yuji weakens, and he disappears, leaving Yuji in control again.

The Vibe:

YKWIM?-Yot Club

I couldn't believe it, I had my sight back after 10 years. But it was too much for me to handle all at once. The light was blinding and everything was too vivid. My senses were heightened to an almost unbearable level. I could smell every single scent in the air, hear every single sound around me, and feel every single texture on my skin. I was completely overwhelmed and overstimulated.

The taste of blood was still in my mouth and it was even stronger now, like it was amplified along with my other senses. I was hyper-aware of every drop of blood on my skin and Mr. Nanami's as well. I couldn't even stand the sound of my breathing. It was all too much.

Feeling like I was about to lose control, I closed my eyes and covered my ears with my hands. It helped a little, but I could still feel the overwhelming sensations. I needed to take a moment to collect myself before I could face what was happening.

Yuji approached slowly, his voice shaking as he spoke. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anyone," he said, his eyes filled with tears. "I couldn't control myself. Sukuna took over."

I could hear the fear and remorse in his voice, but I couldn't bear to look at him, "Please stay back, Yuji," I said, my voice shaky. "Please, just stay back." I tried to stand up, but my legs felt weak and shaky, and I stumbled.

Nanami grabbed my arm, using his other hand to support himself as we leaned on each other. "We need to get out of here," he said, his voice strained. "Yuji, help us." Nanami placed his hand gently on my shoulder, trying to calm me down. "Ari, it's okay. Sukuna is gone now. Yuji is back in control," he said soothingly.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes, feeling a little more in control of my senses. I could see Nanami's worried expression and Yuji's somber one. I looked down at my hands and saw them shaking, covered in my own blood and Sukuna's.

"I... I can see," I said, still in disbelief. "It's been so long." Suddenly I hear barking and someone running. I look and see Yukio and Shoko.

Shoko rushes over to us and immediately starts checking on Nanami's injuries, quickly working to stop his bleeding and stabilize him. She then turns her attention to me, I'm still visibly shaken and overstimulated from the sudden return of her sight.

Shoko starts talking to me in a soft, soothing tone, trying to calm me down and assess my condition. She asks me questions about how I'm feeling and what I'm experiencing, and I try my best to answer her, though my mind is still reeling from everything that's happened.

After a few moments, Shoko administers a sedative to help me calm down and rest. As the medication starts to take effect, my senses begin to dull, and the overwhelming sensations start to fade away.

I feel a sense of relief wash over me as I start to relax, knowing that Shoko is here to take care of us and that we're in good hands. After I've calmed a bit I stand and pick up Yukio; as I hold my dog in my arms, tears streaming down my face. Yukio nuzzles into my chest, and I can feel her little heart beating against mine. For a moment, I forget about the chaos that just happened and the pain in my body. It's just me and Yukio, reunited after all this time.

I bury my face in her fur, taking in her scent and feeling her warmth against me. It's a small moment of peace amid all the chaos. And for that, I'm grateful.

Shoko and Yuji look at me with concern, but they don't say anything. They know I need this moment with my dog. After a few minutes, I finally pull away from Yukio and wipe my tears, "Where are the others?" I ask

"Come I'll take you to them," Shoko says

Yuji helps Nanami up and we all walk to regroup with everyone else. We make it to the infirmary where the others were, fortunately, it was only a few of us; Nanami, Yuji, Shoko, Panda, Inumaki, Nobara, Megumi, Ijichi, and myself. No one is dead, just a lot of injuries. Everyone checks in with each other nursing each other's wounds. I stay with Nanami as Shoko attends to Nanami's wounds; she wraps up with him and moves to the next person.

As I look at Nanami, tears begin to stream down my face. "Is everyone going to be okay?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nanami looks at me with a reassuring smile. "Yes, we'll all be fine. We'll recover quickly don't worry" he says.

"Okay," I say beginning to feel nauseous because of the strong scent of blood

Nanami puts a hand on my shoulder. "Ari, are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

I shake my head, my eyes still brimming with tears. "No, not really. This was extremely triggering for me. The smell of blood is making me sick and I'm feeling pretty overstimulated and a bit manic. I need to go home." I confess.

"I don't think you should be alone right now. I'm worried about you." Nanami responds, "What can I do to help?"

"Can-Can you help me get home?" I ask weakly

"Of course" He raises out of his seat and grunts a little from the pain before standing, "Come" He puts his jacket over me and Yukio while wrapping an arm around me to help me walk, I sense he needed the help too, "I'm taking Ari home," he said with a tone that said don't ask questions. Everyone looked concerned but nodded in agreement.

Nanami leads me to his car and opens the door to the passenger side and help me in my seat; he even went as far as to buckle me in. He then climbed in next to me and closed the door, grunting slightly, and began to pull out of the parking lot of the school. The drive was about 20 min, It's almost overwhelming to see everything in such detail after being blind for so long. As we drive down the road, I can see people walking on the sidewalk, cars passing us by, and buildings towering up to the sky. We arrive outside my home and although the rides calmed me down a bit I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that I had been carrying with me since my encounter with Sukuna. I didn't want to be alone right now, not after everything that had happened. So, I turned to Mr. Nanami and simply say, "Stay with me? Just for the night? I don't know why but I don't feel safe."

At first, he hesitates to answer but finally just nods yes in response, bringing me a sense of relief.

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What should Ari do now that she has her sight back? I think it's time for her to have some fun!

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aro-laurance-zvahl · 1 year

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A Dance Under The Stars A Garroth/Zoey Oneshot

Summary: Garroth and Zoey share an impromptu dance as night falls.

Helpful Context: A moment from my rewrite. Takes place sometime around season two, near the end or post. Lynn is the name Lillith Garnet has in my rewrite (her full name being Lauralynn Garnet), and while Garroth and Aphmau are coparenting they are not romantically involved at this point

While I didn’t incorporate Aphmau seeing it, thank you @freddiefagbearsdiner for plaguing me with the wonderful image of Garroth and Zoey dancing

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The stars were just appearing across the sky as Garroth and Zoey made their way down the path from Aphmau’s house, having just joined her and Lynn for dinner. The night was peaceful and the town below them was quiet, most noises they heard coming from the wind and wildlife.

Garroth was usually one for silence, he enjoyed the clarity it provided his senses, but something about being with Zoey made him want to speak, “I’m sure Aphmau already told you, but dinner was wonderful,”

Zoey gave him a small smile, wondering when she would get sick of compliments to her cooking, “Thank you, it’s always nice to know it truly is enjoyed,”

“Your cooking actually reminds me of my mother’s, it’s...it’s nice,” Nice did not begin to describe the nostalgia Zoey’s dishes occasionally captured, but it was the only word that Garroth could think of.

“Really? Was she a big cook?” Zoey nearly pounced into the opportunity to learn about Zianna, memories of her always seemed to bring Garroth more joy than pain compared to the rest of his family and her bloodline was truly fascinating.

“Oh yes, she practically lived in the kitchen. It...it was her happy place I think,” Garroth’s words trailed near the end, voice getting a little quieter as bittersweet memories from the kitchen flickered through his mind.

Zoey could feel the sad edge to the statement, something rustling just under the surface which she would help him face another day, “Did she ever teach you how to make anything?”

“No, not for a lack of trying though. I...I just never took that time. My days were often filled with lessons and the free time I did have I just...I didn’t want to spend it in the kitchen so she always cut me loose,” Garroth tried to keep his tone light, as if he was making fun of the restlessness of his child self, but the regret plaguing his words was hard to miss.

“Was there anything she did teach you?” Zoey tried to pull him away from the feeling, hoping whatever he could think of might bring a smile to his eyes.

“...Dancing. She was...very insistent we all learn how to properly dance with a girl. I was somehow the best at it between the three of us,” Garroth didn’t think that was all too impressive though, considering how Vylad had nearly lost a tooth and Zane could never stop stepping on people’s toes.

However Zoey’s interest was piqued, part of her wondering why she had never even considered the fact he would have skills like that, “You know how to dance? Ballroom dance I’m assuming?”

“If I remember any of it, yes,” Garroth doubted he did, at least doubted he remembered anything beyond simple steps.

“...Will you dance with me?” Zoey stopped in the middle of the flat part of the path, suddenly overcome with a need to see this man dance like a noble.

Garroth had to turn back and step over to where she had suddenly stopped, a look of confusion on his face from her request, “Here? Now?”

Zoey nodded, this was the flattest part of the pathway down and was safe from foot traffic because of the time, anyone coming up would be doing so because of an emergency, “Yes here, yes now. I want to see how good you are,”

“I-I can’t just start dancing, I would need some music,” Garroth stammered out his reasoning, still not over the nearly out of the blue request he doubted he could fill.

Zoey reached out and tugged him a step closer, determined to get him to dance, “That is a problem I can solve,”

Zoey rested a hand on his shoulder and pulled one of his hands into a waltzing position and then started singing to continue to try and get him to dance with her. The song was an Elvish one, he was able to make out the occasional word from what Zoey had been teaching him but most of it held no meaning to him. Her efforts were rewarded thoughts he finally relented, his other hand resting on her waist as he tried to fall into the flow of the song and give her the dance she had somehow roped him into.

And so they danced. Garroth knew it was not his best, probably for a large variety of reasons ranging from their ballroom floor being an uneven path to years of rust on the skill. He couldn’t help but think if he was back in O’Khasis the dance wouldn’t have lasted three steps before getting corrected and criticized to the point of insult, but he wasn’t in O’Khasis. He was with Zoey. She didn’t seem to mind any of the mistakes, a smile clear on her face as she continued to sing after they had found a beat.

Even when Zoey had stopped singing, the song being done or the rest of the words escaping her, they still slowly swayed. The hand that was rested on her hip was now instead an arm wrapped around her waist that had pulled her a step closer to him, while her hand placed at his shoulder had turned into an arm wrapped around his neck with her head placed against his chest. Their other arms were no longer held in the rigid position for the ballroom style dance, instead held loosely at their sides with their hands more comfortably intertwined together. The moment felt nice, felt solid.

“You have a beautiful voice,” Zoey felt Garroth’s chest move with his words, though he said them soft enough to where only she would hear if they had an audience.

The compliment made her heart feel warm, she had heard the exact same and similar variations of it throughout her whole life but something about it coming from him felt so powerful, “You’re a good dancer, didn’t even step on my toes,”

Garroth let out a soft laugh, the fact he was able to clear the low bar was nice at least, “I’m sure you’ve danced with better,”

“No, I don’t think so,” Zoey shook her head enough for Garroth to feel, her hand squeezing his as they continued to sway to no music, “No dance has ever felt better than this,”

Their soft swaying eventually also stopped, leaving them standing and leaning into each other under the rising moonlight. Zoey was the one who started to move away first, lifting her head from Garroth’s chest and loosening her arm from around his neck. He started loosening his own arm from around her waist, however Zoey’s hand moving to his cheek caused him to pause.

He met her eyes and was able to understand the silent questions that this was. He wondered if she didn’t dare say it out of fear, thinking he would reject her and it would harm the moment they were sharing. That was not the case, he leaned into her hand and a little bit downwards, asking his own silent questions of Meet me? Kiss me?

And she did. She lifted herself enough to brush their noses together and pressed their lips together. The kiss was soft, simple even. There was no desperation or fear laced into it, nothing looming over them other than the night sky. It was nice, it filled Garroth with the feeling of ease Zoey always seemed to fill him with and his arm securing itself around her waist brought Zoey the feeling of safety Garroth was always able to provide.

The moment was truly far from ruined, it was now rooted securely into their hearts as something to remember, to cherish. Though it did have to end, both of them pulling away and taking slow breaths and pink cheeks. Garroth wasn’t quite ready to let go of the moment though, leaning down just a little more to press their foreheads together.

Zoey didn’t want it to end either, it felt too good to end now and she felt comfortable enough with taking a risk to keep it, “If you...if you’d like, you could spend the night with me. Stay the night, stay for breakfast, and then we can do your elvish lesson,”

“That...that would be nice,” Once again the word nice seemed to fall flat compared to what he really meant, but from the smile on her face he thinks she understands anyway.

They finally separated, arms unwrapping from around each other but hands still intertwined as they continued down the hill and towards Zoey’s house. Something new had just started. They would talk about it in the morning, perhaps even share another kiss, but for tonight they would find comfort in how this felt easy despite being scary, unlike so many things in their lives. It wasn’t even that becoming something together was what felt scary, so maybe it wasn’t scary at all. Maybe they just had to learn how to feel excited again.

#minecraft diaries #mcd #garzoey #garroth ro'meave #mcd garroth #mcd zoey #why write and post anything that could give context to my rewrite when I can just write garzoey??#me? writing? wow

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shamelessrabbithole · 2 months

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i was reading your previous asks and wanted to add something to them! okay so, the hotel thing being the same he ‘shared’ with other partners is something that i find a bit uncalled for! i have noticed he has a ‘path’ of doing things with his partners (bringing them to the same places, doing certain instagram posts, travels etc.) which imo is what makes it hard for him to keep the relationship going, it always ends up in a break up and he never changes ways of doing things so at some point he should realise that everyone is different so he should focus on the person, creating new memories, experiences (in different places and such) and also change something about him or the way things are dealt. i also think he’s very pretentious, im not saying that you can’t like art or be into things that make you ‘profound’ (does it make sense?) but the way he shows it and acts about it gives it off as him trying to fit into that category cause he knows it’s cool. he knows he good looking and that + being into those things make people fall for him over and over. he kinda knows how to make people fall all over him and to me that feels like he might be lacking a bit of proper identity (which can happen when you are a child actor) i think about this one post he made in the past. it was post-work out. he was naked and took a picture that hinted he had nothing below but still wouldn’t show it all (thankfully) and commented how it seemed like he was a fuck boy but he isn’t. to me, he really is that but knows it’s not a good look to be so direct about it but still wants to show off (maybe back then he tried to get someone’s attention like that. who knows!) he seems pretty immature when it comes to that, trying to get girls attention in specific ways. he never looked genuine to me, maybe when he was younger (around s1/2 of shameless) but he probably noticed people were all over him and the ‘power’ his looks had and never looked back from it. which is also why i think noel is the type of person people want to be ‘serious’ with (to reference the other ask!) he seems more serious about his life and relationships. he doesn’t seem to enjoy ‘chaos’ or the need to show off to people. it might be because he’s older or because he grew up in a different setting/family, who knows! i feel like if i had to choose which one of them i would rather spend a day with in a room, it would be noel cause i definitely feel safer when i think of him/see his interviews. he’s genuine, comforting and i don’t sense him being a try hard. i think the fact that frenny’s actress adores him and sees him as a proper uncle shows how lovable and ‘safe’ it feels to be with him. i also started to notice how cameron’s smile started looking less genuine as he grew up, i look back at pictures he took with the casts or even with noel in season 3/5, those looked very soft and charming. from there on i just got the ick from it because it looks like he always has to impress someone and show off.

The hotel thing is definitely something that feels repetitive in a way that would upset a new girlfriend if she was blindsided by it. I agree.

I think some of the pretentiousness you see in Cam makes him off-putting, so I'm not sure I'd agree that he "uses" it to make people fall for him over and over.

Being an actor from a young age and the way he was raised have a lot to do with the kind of person he is today, for sure. It's different from how Noel grew up in significant ways, that's also true.

And I've noticed Cam's smile having a disingenuous look to it often, as well. Especially with fans.

As for how serious he is about his life and his relationships, I don't know. I think he's outgrown that "fuckboi" desire for attention, but not entirely. He strikes me as a guy who's recently entered his thirties and is career-focused and financially savvy; not so much looking to settle down, but is quietly enjoying his life to the fullest while he can.

#shameless tea #shamelessrabbithole #ask me stuff #ask me anything

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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i’m having shining nikki sagau thoughts everybody beware. so first of all like i remembered that elves canonically exist in miraland (idk if we ever mentioned this before) and there’s elves or at least elf-like creatures in teyvat…… i’m connecting the dots (<- they’re not connecting shit)

second of all. the new skins. “sailwind shadow” and “blossoming starlight” are SUCH designer’s reflection names like if i opened up shining nikki and saw those there they wouldn’t even be out of place. idk about everyone else but i think it would be cute if sailwind shadow was bandit. i have more to say but i need time to put my thoughts in Order - teddy anon

shining nikki!!

honestly despite red being in my head on and off, i didn’t even CONSIDER sailwind shadow and that is a tragedy. i have his skin but didn’t do the quest relating to it yet (it’s a costume he wears for a play right?) but the entire thing with this event. god he’s so perfect.

blossoming starlight is probably just klee but higher energy and less fear, and while i don’t doubt the power of klee dps i do doubt your conscience allowing you to bring a child into battle, double so after red split. she’s just. a little girl. so we move on.

sailwind shadow. i’ll choose to interpret him as a mix of the dagger bandit and kaeya himself, which makes for a fun little guy in my opinion. always trying to sneak you off to somewhere “more interesting than sitting around all day, no?” and thinks that the others are being far too uptight. does he understand the gravity of the hunt? absolutely. but whereas red (and the two archons) want to keep you safe in the cave you’ve made home, he’d much rather whisk you away down a path in the forest.

less for combat, i’d imagine, leaving that to nikki and the others. has quite a few stories to tell, most made up but some gathered from his weak memory. dislikes kaeya, but less so than red, surprisingly. he seems to view him as having no other choice, that he’s “already conflicted enough without that fake touting him about as their sword.” he views kaeya with more pity than anything else.

he and red have a.. strange relationship. at their cores, they are diluc and kaeya, but that affection is hidden beneath the several layers of trauma painted over. they both worry for the other in their own ways—he checks red for injuries from afar when you all regroup after a fight, and red makes sure to make chicken mushroom skewers when he’s having a bad day—but it’s still a tough trial. it’ll probably go quicker than diluc and kaeya, but you’ll have to wait a while before they connect properly.

in his early stages, he’s not all that dissimilar from red. clingy and always hesitant to leave, but does do more to try and keep your attention on him. he’s kaeya at his core and the costume is from a play, so he’s got quite a few tricks up his sleeve to prolong his stay.

(these tricks commonly include starting to tell you a story only to reveal that the ‘ancient artifact’ is one of fischl’s arrows, or red’s rings. your laughter is enough to keep him stealing them back—anything to be the source of that shine in your eyes.)

less prone to violence than red, and definitely safer to take out in public after everything’s over. at worst, he’ll make a passing comment, but is too worried about his image. what if you see him sneer, or if the other person sees and tells you? no no no, it’s far safer to just pull you away again, even if he has to lie as to why. you’ll understand if the crowds are getting to him, or if he feels trapped indoors, right? you were meant to be amongst nature anyway, so if anything he’s just doing you a favor, surely.

(he doesn’t often leave your side as you sleep, but he did see red in the middle of.. taking care of some things once. while he prefers to keep his hands clean—it’s awfully hard to lie to you, and he doesn’t think he could stay quiet if you asked—he doesn’t look down on red’s choice of problem solving. he recognizes the person beneath his boot anyway, hands slightly twitching at the memory from earlier today. when the two of them return to camp by morning, he lets red do most of the talking, only adding in the small half truth of “just having some fun” when prompted. he did his best to wipe his sword clean of any unsavory stains, but does keep it safely in it’s sheath whenever you’re around.)

however, just because he’s less violent than red doesn’t mean the source of said violence went away. he still gets jealous, and if he finds his theatrics don’t make you laugh as much as they used to, he‘ll begin to panic. are you growing bored with him? are his stories getting predictable? do you look down on him for running away with hunters with you instead of staying like the others do? he promises he’s not just dead weight! please, what does he have to do? do you want him to be more like barbatos? he can’t quite help you fly like he can, but he can try to pick up a bow! do you like red more? he’d really rather not get blood on his outfit, but anything for you. anything, anything at all… just keep your attention on him for a little longer. please?

#m1d : [chats]#teddy anon #and teddy!!!!!!#the shining nikki saga #kaeya is so whimsical we love men haunted by the horrors of their past #sailwind shadow… literally What Is His Name #i keep defaulting to ‘shade’ but idk if that only sounds good cause i chose it-#he’d literally lose his shit if you wanted to give him a name by the way. red would rationalize it as for convenience and not think of it—#cause he’d hate to be a problem and changing it once he could speak would just be more problems—but shade? loses his mind #reads into it 10 times over #still replays that memory sometimes as he watches you sleep #he doesn’t sleep btw. always watching you; either to make sure you rest easy or for his own enjoyment… unclear. the others are too afraid to #ask at this point tbh. he probably needs to but the occasional nap when one of the others takes you out is enough for him #he’d normally hate to see you walk away from him but you’d worry if you saw him looking sleepy so for these select times he allows it #worse attachment issues than red. red would be fine if you disliked him for his violent acts and would be content knowing you’re safe #but shade? not a chance in hell. if you show the slightest signs of thinking anything less than highly of him it’s like his whole world #falls to pieces. his first days—when he was conscious but couldn’t let you know—were literal hell.#being dismissed? you might as well have ripped out his nails; it would have hurt less.#once he managed to convey to you that he was also splitting it was a lot easier. he couldn’t talk yet but you were holding conversation with #him anyway (nikki had told you this made the splitting process easier and you were inclined to believe her).#he is. so pathetic i love him. god he’d probably cry if you even suggested he was doing something wrong.#sailwind shadow #he gets his tag :)

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Nighttime talk

Cw: talk of wanting kids, angst with comfort, divorce and separation conversation, talking about past and panic attack, mentions of child neglect(?)

Sfw

Oc: Cole Lowell x Gn!reader

"Cole…"

You murmur staring up at the ceiling. Your hands feel clammy, your heart thumping in your chest wondering if bringing it up would be okay.

You heard him turn over, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to his body. He couldn't help but give you a loving kiss on the shoulder. His fingers intertwined with yours. His voice was groggy upon just waking up.

"Mmh?"

You got cold feet.

"I- never mind,"

He yawns again, leaning his body against you and kissing the back of your neck.

"No, tell me."

… Your mouth went dry for a second to gather up the courage.

" Do you… want to… have kids with me?"

His blood ran cold. You felt him clutching your hand with his.

Your heart tremors in your chest. It was stupid of you to even suggest it knowing that he has been through this before.

"Sorry Cole-"

He cut you off, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"No…It-it's, not you…"

The memories were still clear, his ex-wife's face twisting in horror, witnessing her beloved husband becoming something else in front of her eyes. Someone had snuck into the house wielding something that could harm his wife and pups. The intruder’s blood painting his red fur.

He blames himself…

For not telling her, keeping this side of him a secret till it was too late.

"I- I don't know if I'm a good father…" he squeezes your hand tighter. Having his pups ripped away from him at such a young age as his mate turns her back on him hurts.

She left him with no home, He had to stay with his father and mother, his brother and sister. He begged and whimpered for his pups, Only to never see them again. Sometimes he lays awake at night wondering where they are, he doesn't know if his heart could take it if he knew.

You felt claws starting to dig into your skin. Cole's breath getting heavier and heavier, his canines starting to grow in, his eyes beginning to blaze red.

"Cole, Cole shh…shh… it's okay." You put an hand on his shoulder while your fingers in his hair bumbing through his red hair, in an attempt to soothe him, his breathing slows focusing on the way your hand combs through his hair, focusing on your scent, safe and familiar... He regains a little bit of himself. his eyebrows furrow realizing what was happening, he clenches his teeth and frustration bringing his to his face

"Sorry...I-I never wanted you to see me like this... "

his eyes are red and puffy with tears, his lip quivering, the side of him like this your heart breaks, you brush his hand away to cup his face wiping the tears with your thumbs. He doesn't stop you, his sour face softening the moment your soft hands caress his cheeks.

"I'm…"

he chuckles, his half smile was only for an instant before drooping into a frown hesitating for a moment, before finishing his sentence, wrapping his arms around you.

" I'm so pathetic…"

He clutches your night shirt bringing you closer to him. Your hand leaves his face wrapping your arms around him. Cole tries hard to fight the tears. your fingers brush against his back as you whisper.

"Cole… I would never leave you, I love you"

His breath hitches, his eyes widening filling with tears. He knows you love him, but hearing you say it. Hearing the words coming out of your mouth....

His whole body shakes head collapsing on your shoulder, you press your lips against his skin trying your best to comfort him, enduring the sharp pain of his claws on your back as he breaks down in your arms.

He's so scared, he never really got to be a father for very long. He remembers how happy he was when he got to hold his two children in his arms.

He would give everything to have that experience with you, not the person who left him with nothing. sometimes he wishes you were the one he would come home to after working hours that his old office job, giving you a loving kiss before helping you with dinner. Getting ready right beside you in the morning, or seeing your cute bedhead and you're sleeping face when he had to get up early.

His heart swells just thinking about it, remembering how snugly that gold ring he bought fit around your finger, how soft your lips were when he stood back up to kiss you. He doesn't want to lose you! Even thinking about it makes him want to throw up.

"Please… P-please don't l-leave me!" Cole mummers You could just barely hear from his choked sobbing.

Running your fingers through his red hair you wait for him to finally calm down, however, he doesn't let go, you don't either.

You continue stroking his back, comforting him for however long he needed you. His sobs reduced to whimpering, then back to silence, your soft warm hold, your deep breathing calming him back down.

Cole holds you for what seemed like hours. You almost assume your husband had fallen asleep in your arms only to hear him whisper.

"I-I want to have kids with you, too."

You felt butterflies in your stomach. Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could say anything, you felt his lips on your neck, he lays another kiss atop your collarbone you felt a 5:00 shadow scratch you as he buries his nose in your chest.

His eyes were still red from crying, but Cole looked better for the most part, his face flushed his ears turning red, perhaps from what he said.

He couldn't help but smile when he sees you yawn.

"Sleepy sweetheart? Sorry for keeping you awake, I could have just answered yes or no."

You shake your head.

"It's ok baby, you did nothing I shouldn't have brought it up"

"No don't say that," he says pulling himself up Till he's face to face with you this time running his fingers through your hair.

" I'm not mad actually... I'm... Happy, haha- really happy... just scared. I do want kids, I just need a little more time."

You cuddle up against his chest, hearing his heartbeat quickening.

" take all the time you need." you hum

"heh, I won't make you wait too long," Cole says resting his head on top of your head.

The both of you enjoy the closeness of one another, the security of being in each other's arms putting you to sleep.

#Sorry for the weird formatting Google Docs as a bastard #oc:cole #Angst #hurt comfort #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf oc #gn!reader #New fav #Lore importance

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