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2015

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2016

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harryupdates Harry and YN in St Barts today 😬

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2020

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2021

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yourinstagram It’s been hard to keep this one quiet, but now it’s pretty hard to hide. Harry and I couldn’t be happier to share our exciting news with you. We cannot wait to meet you little one and begin our next chapter together. The best is yet to come 🤍

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harrystyles Final month. We can’t wait to meet you, baby x

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harrystyles Faye Anne Styles. Welcome to the world, baby x

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2023

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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Marked By The Wolf

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: ~4.8K (ya waited extra-long; ya get an extra-long chapter)

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: It’s the night of the full moon. The plan? Invite Sy over to the cabin to keep an eye on him in case he shifts. WCGW?

Warnings: verbal fight, angst

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, guys! And I see y’all reblogging the masterlist for the series. And I thank you so much for keeping this story alive! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. Cuz ya girl was struggling with this chapter for many moons.

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Over the next day or so, you get to know Jace. You’d learned his full first name, but “only ko’u makuahine calls me Jason”. Growing up in Hawaii shaped the man he is today, and he misses home a lot. But with Walter in his pack, and being Faye’s godfather, he’s made his own little family.

For a while, it seems like he may be flirting with you. But that quickly fades into something else. You’re only mildly upset when he refers to you as kaikuahine. Firstly, because you had no idea what it meant. Secondly, because when you found out it meant ‘sister’, you had to remind yourself that you have a perfectly great werewolf boyfriend of your own already.

‘Calm down, girl,’ you thought, thinking of your eager beaver.

Walter notices the way your demeanor changes and takes your hand, leading you upstairs. Your confusion only amuses Jace, who seems to know something you don’t. Once you make it into Walter’s bedroom, you are spun against the door. He attacks your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh until you tangle your fingers in his chestnut curls. Your mind reels, wondering what’s gotten into him.

And then it hits you.

He’s…jealous!

Oh, this is too good. That’s twice tonight that he’s been struck with jealousy. Earlier with Sy’s thirst trap and now with your flirtatious nature. You are beyond flattered, but you refuse to let this man get too far gone. With your hand in his hair, you tighten your fingers and pry him from your neck.

Once his face is in front of yours, you notice his wild eyes where black replaces blue. He looks ready to eat you, and as much as you would like that, you decide to try and calm the beast within.

“Walter, baby? I need you to calm down for a sec,” you beg, both hands tangling in his hair to soothe his soul, “Come on back to me, baby.”

Blinking once, then twice, his eyes finally focus on you, and the trance is gone. His giant paws rush to your face and then to the tender skin of your neck where his teeth were grazing. He winces when you grimace at the feel of his thumb on your sore flesh.

“Pup, I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I was−”

“Jealous?” you supply, already knowing what this was.

“I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. It’s jealousy, sure. But it feels deeper than that. I felt the need to mark you as mine. You’re sort of a natural flirt, you know that?” he probes, a soft smile on his face.

“Well, I mean, I can see that. I guess I’ve never really thought about it. No one has ever brought it up,” you explain, looking back on all the times that men thought you were flirting with them but were just being nice.

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to make sure that Jace knew you were taken. He has an effect on women,” he expresses, “But it seems he only sees you as a sister, so I don’t have to worry about you two riding off into the sunset, now do I?”

“Wow, that was kinda bitchy. But also, incredibly hot that you thought I could be influenced by another big pretty werewolf,” you tease, leaning up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on the end of his nose before pushing back from the door so you could open it and leave.

“You think he’s pretty?” Walter shouts after you.

You laugh, swiftly jogging down the stairs to find an equally amused Jace sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, perfectly at home.

Trying to keep yourself from feeling embarrassed, you plop down next to him on the couch. While you are snuggling into his side, he chuckles and jokes that you should watch out for “the big, bad wolf”. Just as the words leave his mouth, Walter appears on the other side of you, having leapt over the couch. You’re officially squeezed in between the two large wolves, and you suddenly feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Between the warmth radiating from both men, the way they commented on the Forged in Fire episode playing in the background, and the long day finally catching up with you, you had no choice but to fall asleep. You remember leaning your head against Jace’s beefy shoulder after he splayed both arms along the back of the couch. At some point during the night, you awake to find yourself sprawled across both of their laps. Your head is in Walter’s lap and your blanket-covered feet are shoved under Jace’s thigh.

The television screen asking if you’re still watching illuminates the faces of the snoring wolves at either side of you. Walter’s hand on your shoulder twitches as he feels you shifting. Shuffling your ankles, Jace sleepily readjusts to give you room before lowering his thigh back over your feet. All of this was done while they were asleep as if it was second nature to want to keep you safe and warm.

And you weren’t going to complain about being in a literal wolf pile. Instead, you snuggle into your blanket and let yourself drift off again.

When you awaken, the mid-morning sun is flooding through the windows. You’re still on the couch, but no longer surrounded by your wolf-shaped furnaces. Getting up from the couch, you wrap the blanket around your shoulders and go in search of coffee.

Shuffling into the kitchen, you brush past where Walter is plating some waffles. You make it to the coffee machine and pour yourself a cup, adding in your sugar and cream and stirring it until it hits that perfect shade. Taking that first sip is nirvana. As the temperature of the hot beverage slides down your throat, you are warmed from the inside out. Now, you can officially say you have woken up.

You turn around to lean against the counter and are surprised to see both wolves looking at you and smiling. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just we were trying to get your attention, but I see Walter was right about you loving java. You have your priorities straight, is all,” Jace winks at you before sipping his coffee.

Walter chuckles and shoves a plateful of waffles, bacon, and eggs to one of the empty seats and nods for you to eat. “Don’t worry, Pup. I think it’s cute that you need your morning fuel before intelligent social interaction.”

“Thanks, Wolfie,” you hum, leaning in to peck him on the cheek before sitting down to tuck into your plate.

“And the nicknames are elevating my sugar levels as we speak,” Jace teases, expertly catching the waffle that Walter throws his way.

“Look, Jace and I have an idea. We just need you to put the pieces in motion,” Walter begins, explaining the plan to you while you eat. You stayed mostly silent, letting him lay everything out.

Jace pops in here and there with a few tweaks when he sees you start to feel a bit overwhelmed, “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, don’t hesitate. We’re there in case anything happens.”

“I guess I have a call to make. Oh, and do you fellas think you can go grocery shopping? I need a few things if I wanna make sure I have enough to feed all of you,” you lament, factoring in that Sy used to eat you out of house and home on multiple occasions. Might as well have too much than too little. You give Wolfie and Jace your shopping list and head upstairs to shower and make a very important phone call.

Early evening rolls in and you are relishing the smell of your pot roast with vegetables simmering as it permeates the first floor of the house. Wolfie has been at your side for most of the afternoon and even now because you’ve been like a chicken with your head cut off, anxious nerves making you fuss over every little thing.

And he couldn’t blame you for being on high alert. He did ask you to invite over your ex-fiancé during a full moon, under the guise of getting together for a football game, so that he and Jace could find out if Sy is a werewolf. ‘A simple plan,’ said no one in this situation.

Olivia was invited over to help you set up and possibly help you with cooking. But alas, fair Olivia has found her Prince Charming in Jace. And just as Walter said, he does have an effect on women. You have to stop and giggle to yourself as she throws her head back in laughter and touches his arm, her signature move. Great, those two can swoon each other all night while you try and keep the peace between a wolf and a hard place.

The roast was not going to cook any faster with you standing over the crock pot, so you step away from the kitchen and join the others as they sit in the living room. Jace and Liv sit on the couch as Walter sits in one of the loungers. Just as you sit down to rest your bones in the other chair, you notice the guys exchanging a look.

You hear the rumble of Sy’s old pickup and your heart drops into your stomach. You shoot up from your seat and adjust your turtleneck dress that hugs your body like a glove before walking to the front door. You step outside as Sy is pulling into the driveway. Swallowing your apprehension, you walk across the lawn to meet him.

Smiling as he exits his truck, Sy wraps you up in a bear hug. When he lifts you off the ground, you squeak, and he just laughs before putting you back down. You get a whiff of him, and you feel an instant urge to bury your nose in his neck, or his perfectly trimmed beard. Fighting that urge, you playfully swat at Sy’s meaty, flannel-clad bicep and try not to stare at his veiny forearms.

The man always had great arms; you would have complimented him on them once upon a time. But that was a long time ago, and even though you wanted to devour him where he stood, you weren’t about to let him know that. His head was big enough without you adding your horniness to it.

He steps to the truck bed and reaches a hand in to pick up a case of your favorite beer. He seems pretty pleased with himself and not at all nervous about meeting your new boyfriend. You should’ve known better than to think he would miss the opportunity to annoy your current beau.

You lead him inside where he immediately sniffs the air and exclaims, “Oh, my God! Please tell me that is your pot roast.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and nervously reply, “Um, yeah. It’s probably just about done if you want some.”

“If I want some? Of course, it’s my favorite meal,” Sy earnestly comments, and you can’t help but bashfully thank him.

A throat is cleared, and Walter appears at your side, planting a nuzzling kiss on your neck as he snakes an arm around you, making you giggle.

“Walter, this is Sy. Sy, this is Walter, my boyfriend,” you introduce them, smiling to yourself as they offer a hand for a handshake and exchange pleasantries.

“Pleasure ta meetcha, Walter.” “Likewise, Sy.”

They were still shaking each other’s hands until you realized they were having a staring contest.

“Seriously?!” you gripe, equally mad at both of them, “You’re both grown men, right?” You push through their still-joined hands and go into the kitchen.

Olivia rises from the couch and admonishes them as well, “Good going, guys,” as she follows you into the kitchen.

“What?” they say in unison, looking at the only other man in the room. Jace shakes his head, looking between the two of them and taking a pull off his beer.

Walter walks into the kitchen, already apologizing as he approaches where you are sitting at the table. He takes your hand in his and holds it against his chest. It’s less what he says, and more of how he says it. He sounds genuine and he means every word. You peck him on the cheek, forgiving him. Olivia makes sure to tease you about how cute you two are.

Sy saunters in once Walter exits, placing the case of beer on the kitchen counter before opening it, removing two bottles, and handing one to you. Clinking the neck of his bottle against yours, he uncaps his and takes and takes a long pull. Taking a long look at you, he leans back and surveys your level of anger, trying to assess exactly how mad you are.

“Walter seems nice,” he starts in that fatherly tone that always gets a smile out of you.

You shake your head and laugh despite yourself wanting to be mad at him. “You know, he actually is very nice. Just give him a chance to surprise you before you hate his guts, ok? That’s all I ask.”

“Oh, is that all? Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” he grumbles, pouting for a second. “Look, I’ll be on my best behavior like Church on Sunday if I can get some of that pot roast.” He turns those blue topaz eyes on you, and you’re putty in his hands, suddenly wishing Liv wasn’t in the room to watch that little moment.

You rise from your seat, dishing out some of the roast and potatoes and carrots onto a plate for Sy, and place it in front of him. You light up when he closes his eyes at the first bite. His groan of satisfaction is more than enough to signal that you did a great job. But the pat he gives your knee is so warm and so intimate that your muscles instantly react to his touch, wishing it lingered for a second more.

“Liv, can Sy and I have a second to talk?” you plead, hoping that she would give you some space.

“Sure. I’ll just go back to fawning over Jace. He’s so pretty I wanna cry,” she professes, patting your shoulder as she exits the kitchen.

Your eyes follow Olivia as she leaves, and then they snap back to where Sy is sitting smiling at you. And you know this particular smile well.

“Sy, why are you smiling at me like that? You said you would be on your best behavior and that smile is not your best behavior,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, “I know that smile got me to do a lot of things back in the day.”

“A lot of fun things come to mind,” he murmurs, bringing his beer up to his lips to drain before rising to get another and lean on the counter, “But that is not why I’m here tonight. Don’t worry, I’m only here to make sure my favorite girl’s being taken care of. I will be a perfect gentleman, even to yer old man.”

Rising from your seat, you finally open your beer and stand next to him. Taking a sip, you bump his shoulder with yours. “One question I have for you. Why did you agree to come over? I mean, you could have hung up the phone or cursed me out when I asked you over to spend time with me. At my boyfriend’s cabin. In the woods. Just saying that now makes me wonder what was going through your head.”

“Not gonna lie, I loved seeing you the other day. Even though you weren’t exactly pleased to see me, you still told me to be careful out there in the woods. Look, I like having you in my life. If that means I have you as a friend, it’s much better than not having you at all,” he confesses, and your world shatters around you when you look up into his eyes and see his sincerity.

You open your mouth to speak but the words won’t take shape and you’re left looking for the answer in his face. The eyes you got lost in a million times before. The lips you kissed every chance you got. Standing this close, you can breathe each other’s breath. If you only stood on your tippy-toes and leaned in, you’d be right−

“Am I interrupting something?” Olivia’s voice snaps you back to reality and you put some space between you and Sy. She walks in between you two to grab another beer. She gives Sy a look before turning her attention to you, “Your boyfriend’s wondering where you are, bee-tee-dubs.” She throws out her arm, gesturing for you to lead the way back to the living room instead of finishing your conversation. You miss her giving Sy another pointed stare before following you out.

The night goes on as planned, at first. You all watch a college football game, Walter’s alma mater vs their rivals, who just happen to be Sy’s alma mater. You and Sy met after college, and he mentioned having played lacrosse, but he’s never shown interest in football. Until tonight, of course.

It’s been a long time since you and Sy spent time together, but you know his temperament. And he’s off. He doesn’t look like himself either, as if he’s covering up something. With the way that Walter and Jace keep sharing looks, you see he is on their radar as well.

Olivia and Jace occupy the two loungers, so you are sitting in between Walter and Sy on the couch. How lucky! You’re in the perfect spot to listen to Sy rooting loudly for his team and making snide comments all because he doesn’t wanna sit next to you and your new boyfriend.

Walter, on the other hand, is quiet for the most part but trembling with anger. He’s letting Sy get to him, and you can’t stand it anymore. You’re suddenly jealous of Olivia who fell asleep halfway into the game.

You unwrap yourself from around Walter and turn to Sy. “Kitchen. Now.”

He doesn’t answer and mutely follows you, taken aback when you turn on him once you’re both in the kitchen.

“What the hell are you doing? You are being such an ass. I’m trying to hold out an olive branch, but you are not meeting me in the middle, Sy,” you snap, feeling like you could spit fire.

“And why did you even invite me? To parade your new man all over me? I thought maybe we could try and be friends, but now I see all you wanna do is remind me that I wasn’t good enough for you,” Sy erupts, his voice booming and full of rage.

“That’s not fair,” you gasp.

“All’s fair in love, Bug,” he cautions, sweat starting to drip down his forehead, “Look, I’m gonna go before either of us says something we’ll regret.” He turns and storms out of the kitchen before you can step any closer to him, but you are on his tail when he steps out of the front door.

You reach him, putting your hand on his shoulder as you try to stop him. He turns back to you, his eyes closed in a pained expression. His skin is flushed as he rips open his flannel, making it easier for you to see his Adonis belt just above his jeans. The bite mark is nowhere to be seen, having already healed. When he starts to hyperventilate, you try to soothe him by calling his name. Fast as lightning, Walter appears between you and Sy.

“Sy, you have to try and stay calm. You aren’t making this easy on yourself. Let it happen,” Walter holds his hands out, showing he means no harm as he tries to step closer to Sy. Walter starts to shift after removing his sweater and jeans.

“Back off, man,” Sy warns, feeling like he could explode with the heat beneath his skin.

“You can do this, just open your eyes,” Walter replies, before his mouth becomes a snout and talking is impossible.

But when Sy finally opens his eyes, they start to glow. His neck twists at a freakish angle, the sounds of bones crunching has you terrified. Reddish-brown fur sprouts out of his skin as his hands stretch into clawed paws. His confused screams are horrifying. Jace’s booming voice is talking over his cries, talking him through the transformation.

Doubling over, Sy grunts in agony as he falls on all fours. Letting out a howl, his jeans fall away as he transforms for the first time. You scream, taking a step back when he sniffs the air and he takes one step toward you.

Sy paces back and forth in front of Walter, seeming to weigh his options. Walter’s wolf form stands an inch or two taller than Sy as he puts distance between you and the new wolf.

Just as the tension is insurmountable, a throat is cleared, and you all look to see Jace standing in the driveway. Nonchalant, but his eyes keenly take in the scene in front of him as he nods at Walter. Olivia is at Jace’s side, dumbfounded by what she is witnessing. When she notices that rumbling sound coming from Jace is him growling, she throws away fear in place of curiosity.

The two wolves are kicking dust up with their feet, squaring off until Jace steps a bit closer to back up his brother. Sy had a chance of maybe beating Walter. But a new wolf up against two bonded brother wolves? No way in hell.

You step in between the three of them. Holding out your hands, you plead with them not to fight. Walter’s nose nudges at your legs and he huffs in Sy’s face. Walter shifts back, picking up his jeans to put back on, and crossing his arms across his massive chest.

Walter and Jace move closer to Sy as he snarls at them until he sees you, clinging to Olivia. Tears fall from your eyes and something inside of Sy breaks. Looking to you, he can see the fear on your face and you wonder if that is what causes him to want to shift back into human form. The two brothers talk Sy down, telling him how to return to human form.

Once his bones have settled and the whining howls stop, Sy is in the fetal position on the lawn. Shivering, sweaty, and scared. His clothes are ruined, but you think you remember seeing a blanket in the truck bed earlier. You ask Olivia to get the blanket while you caress Sy’s face.

Once the blanket is around his middle, you accept help from Walter to lift him up. Sy uses his last ounce of energy to push Walter away.

Coming back to himself, Sy refocuses his anger on Walter. “This has nothing to do with you. Gonna need you to step aside,” Sy fumes, cranky from the changes he doesn’t understand he’s going through.

“That’s just not gonna happen. Maybe if you weren’t trying to move in on what’s mine, I’d be sorry for what I’ve done,” Walter seethes, “After all, I’m the one that bit you.”

You and Sy are both in a state of shock but for different reasons. Sy just found out werewolves are real, and your boyfriend just referred to you as “what’s his'.

“You did this to me?” Sy’s rage peaks.

“Hey, hey. Focus on my voice, come back. You don’t wanna do this,” you trail off as Sy calms down.

His irises are back to their brilliant blue and you can see recognition in them. He looks tired, but he is no worse for wear.

“Can we get outta here? Go someplace we can just…talk?” Sy insists.

You think for a second about how pissed you are at Walter for being extremely callous about turning Sy, not to mention talking about you as if you were a piece of property to be owned. You turn to look back at Walter before answering Sy.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you affirm, putting one of Sy’s arms around your neck to help him walk back to his truck.

You watch Jace stand in front of Walter to stop him from following after you. “Let her cool off, you did just kinda refer to her as ‘what’s mine’, and generally women don’t like that outside of the bedroom.”

Olivia steps over to Walter, putting a hand on his shoulder, her expression calm and collected. “He won’t hurt her. He cares too much about her to do that.”

You get into the driver’s seat after putting Sy in the passenger side, not allowing him to drive. You caution a glance at Walter, instantly regretting looking at his mournful face. Turning the car on, you back out of the driveway and drive out to Sy’s place.

As you drive there from muscle memory, you look over at Sy now and then. The streetlights of the town dash across his solemn face and bare chest as he sleeps. You almost don’t want to wake him when you make it to his house, he looks so peaceful and not like his life has been turned upside-down. You wake him with the back of your hand smoothing down his face. He grabs it, lost for a moment before he sees your face and where he is.

You help him get inside and suddenly feel exhausted as well. You loiter in the living room while he grabs a glass of water from the kitchen. You didn’t really plan how you were going to get back to Walter’s cabin tonight. And if you’re honest with yourself, you don’t want to go back tonight.

Sy comes back out, gulping down water from his glass while holding the blanket low around his middle.

“Is it okay if we wait to talk? I’m tired as hell. I’ll take the couch if that’s alright?” You ask, sitting down on the couch and starting to move the pillows.

“You’re not staying out here. You’re sleeping in the bedroom. I’ll take the couch. I’ll grab you something to sleep in,” he rattles on, moving to the bedroom as you stand from the couch and look at your feet.

Sy comes back out to the living room. He’s barefoot, shirtless, and in a pair of grey sweatpants. He just can’t help himself, you think.

“I left you a shirt and some shorts on the bed. Let me know if you need anything, alright?” he advises, using a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the bedroom.

You laugh when you see Sy left you his Mötley Crüe shirt. While putting on the shirt and the boxers, you look at the bed and you know that you don’t want to sleep alone. You don’t care that this will only further complicate your relationship, but you need to not be alone right now. Your bare feet pad across the wood floor as you go back out to the living room.

Sy hears you and picks his head up to look at you. “You alright, Bug?”

“I don’t wanna sleep alone. I know that’s probably−”

Sy was already up and ushering you back into the bedroom before you could finish your sentence. You pull back the covers so you both can climb in. You enter first and then he slides under the blanket next to you. He lays on his back, you on your side facing away from him. You wiggle your body backward until you come into contact with his warmth. You reach back for his arm and pull it around you.

“Is this okay?” you hesitate, suddenly afraid that you’re asking too much.

“Yeah. S’ok,” he whispers, his breath fanning across your neck. If he notices the shiver that goes down your spine, you’re grateful that he doesn’t mention it.

“Good night, Sy,” you murmur, yawning at the end of your sentence.

“G’night, Bug,” he breathes.

As you drift off to sleep, you think how different you imagined this day ending. You didn’t expect to be in your ex’s arms tonight instead of Walter’s. But you did expect to be in a werewolf’s embrace. Sy’s breath evens out behind you, the rising and falling of his chest against your back is enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

To be continued...

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GOD OF WAR MASTERLIST

hello and welcome to my masterlist of all of my works for santa monica's god of war series! requests are open and feel free to send me a message at any time!

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last updated: 03/18/24

kratos

headcanons:

opposites attract

his s/o comforts him

oneshots:

the rite of passage — it is a rite of passage in your family to learn to hunt. your father intends on teaching you.

atreus

headcanons:

his s/o is a valkyrie / jötunn

thor

headcanons:

his s/o is short

he and an old friend having feelings for each other

giving his s/o a massage

his s/o comforts him

thor with a young daughter who looks up to him

nsfw:

general nsfw headcanons

týr

headcanons:

dating týr

heimdall

miniseries:

the less time, the better — one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight , nine

the oldest child of kratos and faye, you're invited to asgard by odin after he shows up at your families home in midgard. upon arrival, you're greeted by a purpled eyed, cocky and seemingly miserable god— who doesn't know how to handle being beaten by a giant.

headcanons:

dating heimdall

meeting his s/o who isn't affected by his powers

braiding his hair

his s/o gets injured during ragnarök

he worries about his s/o

friends to lovers

cuddling with him

enemies to lovers

his s/o is mortal

his s/o acts similarly to him

nsfw:

general nsfw headcanons

freyr

headcanons:

dating freyr

he has feelings for someone kratos sees as his child

his s/o gets injured during ragnarök

taking care of his s/o while they're on their period

nsfw:

general nsfw headcanons

first time headcanons

baldur

oneshots:

i just feel you — baldur returns home from midgard, defeated that he still can't seem to feel. you reassure him that it matters not to you.

multiple characters

relationship headcanons with thor, modi and baldur

kratos and thor with an s/o that hates their appearance

dating magni and modi headcanons

#god of war #god of war x reader #gow #gow x reader #gow heimdall x reader #god of war heimdall x reader #kratos x reader #god of war kratos x reader #freyr god of war x reader #freyr x reader #heimdall x reader #thor god of war x reader

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๋࣭⭑⚝ hiii i'm sukanya and welcome to my blog yall!!! ‹𝟹

age: 18 (doesn't give you permission to be weird) sexuality: bisexual pronouns: she/her favorite colors: red, black, purple favorite flower: roses my hobbies: reading books, listening to music, reading books while listening to music, learning new stuff because of the aforementioned books, obsessing over fictional characters, cooking, dancing, stargazing at night by sneaking out at 3 am because my parents don't allow me to go at night as i will "catch a cold", slaying my enemies in a brutal show of blood and glory, coding.

fandoms i'm part of: the legendborn cycle, percy jackson, shatter me series, artemis fowl series, lord of the rings, the inheritance games, folk of the air series, sea of ink and gold series, six of crows, a good girl's guide to murder, divergent chronicles, the secrets of immortal nicholas flamel series, harry potter series, fantastic beasts and where to find them, twilight, the mysterious benedict society, married to magic series, miss peregrine's home for peculiar children, the gilded wolves series, royal secrets series, royal lies series, the splintered series and more

fictional characters i would sell my soul to at a discount the discount being free because i would never make them pay: briana matthews, selwyn emyrs kane, alice chen, juliette ferrars, aaron warner, nazeera ibrahim, kenji kishimoto, jude duarte, cardan greenbriar, inej ghafa, kaz brekker, avery kylie grambs, alexander hawthorne, jest, artemis fowl, holly black, hermione granger, ginny weasley, credric diggory, newt scamander, rosalie cullen, noor pradesh, jacob portman, josh newman, sophie newman, pip fitz-amobi, ravi singh and probably more but you get the point

things i absolutely adore: people becoming so excited when they talk about their favorite things, loving the absolute shit outta my friends, cooking anything and everything for those i love, listening to our shared playlist and explaining in great detail which part of the song is your favorite things i absolutely hate: anyone's opinions that disrespect someone's existence, identity, or interests, people forcing their beliefs and ideals over me, sexist and homophobic jokes in the name of "dark humor", people shitting on my fav book series after they dropped them halfway through, people who listen to jojo siwa

this is a blog for the legendborn cycle, i hope you enjoy your stay here!! i usually post theories or headcanons about the characters, and a few case studies too, all in all you will find a lot of posts about legendborn so here's a masterlist more for my preference than anyone else which i will keep updating time to time

-how do the legendborn highschoolers look like while studying -theory/analysis of bree's powers and emotional connection -found family in bloodmarked -my theory to why merlin's succumb to their blood -why do i think bree did not cheat on nick -me crying over faye's speech for bree -my expectations for oathbound -my love for sarah griffiths -questions about silver wall because why not -cestra vs tor analysis because i hate them both -how i imagine they all sound like -bloodmarked hot take -bloodmarked hotter take -shipwars in fandom when there are like 10 of us -my breesel specific playlist -an unnecessarily funny selwyn appreciation post chain

feel free to send me asks about anything legendborn-related, and if you just wanna talk we can talk on my sideblog @squirrel-in-the-woods ‹𝟹

random facts about myself because this is my blog anyways: ♡ when i was 8 my pinky finger was unfortunately cut into half by a door that slammed really fast because of a storm at that time, and my cut off finger was joined by inserting a rod in it. the rod is taken out but now i have a funny pinky finger that does not bend. ♡ i am multilingual, aka i can speak marathi, hindi, english, spanish (i cant get the accent right but rest is okay) and korean (beginner level, just enough that i can understand kdramas mostly without subtitles). ♡ i have a fear of heights despite that i am unusually interested in roller coasters and bungee jumping, however my parents refuse to take me to any of these because i will "fall". ♡ my mother is scared shitless of water, so i once made a joke of how i would love to drown in the ocean and was immediately enrolled in a swimming class and that is how my dreams of dying among the phytoplankton and starfishes were destroyed. ♡ i love all types of fruits but banana tastes boring to me now and i also do not like watermelon for some reason. mango, kiwis, muskmelon, apples, oranges, and pineapple are my absolute fav. ♡ i used to have waist-length hair, very wavy and very thick, it was gorgeous but i hated having to maintain that so i cut it off and got a boycut. after that it has grown to a small dora the explorer length hair and it makes me look really innocent so i like this look.

and ofc you cant forget the lovely moots: @napoftustar @thejudeduarte @you-are-my-king-now-cariad @isthataraccoon @technicallyeldritch @ackerbabezzz @batzswrld @archerons-elain @ficnoire2 @sweetestblacktea @bloodmaarked @okeyisenough @thevoidhasarrived @goosemeggs @gewoonaardig2 @massiveladycat @infamouslyclumsy @literally-mariah @simzmil @tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora @refreshinglyemodemons @sweetdeerart

༊*·˚hope your day is as pretty as your smile ;)

#this looked better in light mode on pc ngl #intro post #blog intro #introduction #pinned intro #booklr #the legendborn cycle #moots

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Hi Eleanor! Do you have any bridgerton fic recommendations? Love your writing!!

Hello Nonny!

I'm so pleased you enjoy my stories, that is sweet of you to say! Thank you! 💙 As for fic recommendations, build your blanket fort, get a beverage and prepare to never emerge because boy do I ever have some for you...

Do you want to feel like an artist is painting a mural across your heart, swirling colors of intense emotion from lust to anguish to redemption to joy, all of it blending perfectly into a sensation of bone-deep satisfaction? Then you need to check out the works of my dear friend @thebabblingbrookenook Masterlist here.

Brooke has crafted some of the most unique and heartfelt Benedict and Anthony stories out there, mostly modern AU and x Reader, delving deep into character psyches in a variety of breathtaking scenarios. I don't know if I can pick favorites, but don't miss:

If The World Was Ending - an apocalyptic Benedict love story

His First Muse - the most beautiful examination of Violet and Benedict's relationship you'll ever read

Wide Open Spaces - for some sultry Benedict friends-to-lovemaking

The Viscount Who Loved Me Too Much - an ongoing Anthony multichapter romance that is sure to surprise and delight

Or if your tastes are skewing a bit more...carnal, you must know about the incomparable @fayes-fics. Benedict smut queen and creator of the A&B manbread sandwich, her catalog offers so many steamy encounters with the two eldest Bridgerton brothers that you are at risk of developing bedsores while you enjoy them lefthanded 😉 But lucky for us, she plies her skilled pen to sweet romance and heartwrenching emotions as well. Masterlist here.

There are literally, literally too many jewels to highlight in the treasure trove of Faye's stories, but I highly encourage reading:

Lessons - the A&B throuple series of your dreams

Double Bind - an A&B love triangle series Faye sweetly crafted from my greedy little prompts

Second Son - a beautiful G-rated story of Benedict finding love and self-worth

The Things We Do For Love - Anthony. Benedict. Orgasms. Emotions. Just read it.

I have to cut myself off because I could list these forever...

Then if you're in the mood for some Viscount served up piping hot, pay a visit to our darling Bridgerton smut auntie @colettebronte My talented friend practices her own kind of alchemy, blending no-holds-barred kinks with fantastical settings and even a dash of history to create stories that are completely unique and entirely incendiary. The steam is....burning, the sweetness is real and the characterizations are always on point.

Her entire collection should be read, Masterlist here, but personal favorites for me include:

Lord Bridgerton's List - Thigh Riding - Just, read the whole List. Trust me.

The Queen and the General 4 - A powerplay threesome with Anthony and Simon. Need I say more?

Rise and Breathe - healing heartbroken regency Anthony through kink? I cannot wait to see where this series goes...

All The Time in The World - an apocalyptic Anthony series that I am salivating for more of!

I know so many talented fic authors, I could turn this answer into a novel. Search the #fic rec tag in my blog to see them all, but I would be remiss not to highlight these other incredible stories and authors:

@queen-of-the-misfit-toys is a stunning Bridgerton family writer, who knows how to make your jaw hit the floor, either from the delightful filth of her smut or the most heartbreakingly beautiful angst you could imagine. I recommend The End of All Things

@the-other-art-blog Just knocked my absolute socks off by imagining the most perfect origin story for My Cottage here

@fiction-is-life Is taking my prompts for angsty Benedict and delivering with a stunning series starting with Touchstone of Our Character

@urchintoast creates wonderful, lively imagery and has written some heartfelt and adorable Anthony and Benedict stories. I highly recommend Fear

And dear lord, the sweepingly beautiful, searingly sexy, deeply moving Don't You Remember by @captainbucky-yt is my most favorite Benophie retelling

I could type my fingers to stubs if I told you about all the fics I have loved, so please take this as a springboard and go enjoy everything these Bridgerbuddies have to offer 💙

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

#answers from el #fic rec #adore my moots

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Fanfic Suggestions

This is a masterlist of all the fanfics that I have read and give a "10/10 Would Read Again" Rating. I love these writer's works, and I believe they deserve the recognition. They inspire me and my writing, and I am truly thankful for that.

I am incorporating both Tumblr and Wattpad Fanfics. If it has a user, it's a Tumblr writing, and no user is a Wattpad writing.

Hope y'all enjoy ❤️

🔥- 18+/Mature | ☔- Sad

Scream

Lovers Lane (C.M.M) 🔥

@msgorillagripcoochie's About You Fic (C.M.M)

@n-slayaaaaa's Calls I Can't Make Fic 1 2 3 (E.L) | (C.M.M) 🔥

DC Comics

Knight Wolf and Little Robin (J.T)

Lost Cause (J.T)

Control (C.K)

@tinkerbelle05's Maybe We'll Get Through This (J.R)

@asonofpeter's Where You Go Masterlist (J.R)🔥

@oneshots-heaven's The Motel Room Masterlist (D.G)

Vampire Diaries | Originals | Legacies

The Original Daughter (E.M)

Cursed Witch (K.M) 🔥

Damon's Daughter (D.S)

Avatar

@avatarkv

@cryinginthemoonpool's A Forgotten Birthday ☔ (Sully Family)

Harry Potter

Infinity (F.W) 🔥

Evermore (S.S) 🔥

Endgame (S.S) 🔥

Stranger Things

Ho Hey (E.M)

Julie & The Phantoms

Somethin Stupid (R.P)

Boy Meets World

Capsize (S.H)

Oscar Issac + Characters

@melodygatesauthor (O.I)

@sweetly-yours-and-mine (O.I)

@bastardmandennis's Pretty When You Cry (J.L) 🔥

@ivystoryweaver's With You Masterlist (Moon Knight System)

@mooooonnnzz's Miguel O'hara & Daughter Action 1, 2, 3, 4 (M.O)

Moondust (Moon Knight System)

@m00nsbaby's Why Won't You Love Me? (Moon Knight System)☔

@lockleysfav's Haze (M.O)🔥

@januaryembrs's Last Knight In SOHO Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@bastardmandennis's Even If It's A False God (M.S)🔥

@ohmystaxk's Goodbye, My Dear Stranger Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@alwritey-aphrodite's I'll Be Back Again To Stay Masterlist (S.G)🔥

Marvel

Pistol (H.B)

Freaks | Runaways | Heroes | Humans (P.M)

@anonymousewrites's Portal To My Heart Masterlist (L.L)

Shadow & Bone

Stain of Red (The Darkling)

@midnightlilium's Reborn Masterlist (The Darkling) 🔥☔ * Not as explicit as other content on this app*

@kasagia's I'll Be Back For You Fic 1 2 (The Darkling) | (K.B)

@moonlightgrisha's Moon Summoner Masterlist (The Darkling)

Actors

@yawneneteyam's All Things Connected Masterlist (J.F)

@babybluebex's Bad Idea, Right? (J.Q) 🔥

@anxiouslymalicious's Losers Club Plus One Masterlist (R.T)

New Girl

A Summer's Day (N.M) 🔥

Bridgerton

@bosbas's Love In Bloom Masterlist (B.B)

@nikkisheep's To Be Alone With You series (A.B) 🔥 1 2 3

@bellatrixscurls's Arranged Marriage (A.B) 🔥

@bellatrixscurls's Exquisite Weather Today, No? (A.B) 🔥1

@fayes-fics's A Beneficial Arrangement (A.B) 🔥

@marwritesgood's Illicit Affairs (A.B) 🔥

@dreamwritesimagines's Enamored Masterlist (A.B)

The Second Born Bridgerton & The Second Born Bridgerton's Wife (B.B)

@homeofthepeculiar's I Know You So Well Masterlist (B.B)🔥

Criminal Minds

@dr-spencer-reids-queen's Criminal Minds Series Rewrite Masterlist (S.R)

@fortheloveofwonderland's Me & You & Everyone We Know - Masterlist (S.R)🔥

Jensen Ackles + Characters

@zepskies's Take Me Home Masterlist (B.A)

@zepskies's Masterlist (Jensen + Characters)

@luci-in-trenchcoats's Home Sweet Not Home (J.A)

@lamentationsofalonelypotato's You Call It Madness But I Call It Love Masterlist (S.B)

@anundyingfidelity's Blood, Sweat, & Tears (B.B/S.B)🔥

@syrma-sensei's Hush Hush Behind The Shield (S.B)🔥

@anundyingfidelity's I'm A Ruin 1, 2, 3 (S.B)🔥

@wayward-dreamer's Pillow Talk (S.B)🔥

@princessmisery666's Please Don't Leave (J.A)

The Rookie

@xxchumanixx's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/J.N)

@chiefdirector's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/Chenford)

@fluentmoviequoter's Rookie Masterlist (T.B)

Percy Jackson Series

@woodlandwrites's Mind Over Matter (L.C)

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Faye/Suoh Family

Updated: The family will be redesigned and a new appearance is coming soon...

Prince/Emperor Longwei Faye/Suoh

Princess/Queen Mizuki Faye/Suoh

Princess Kazumi Samaria Faye/Suoh

Prince Cryo Sahir Faye/Suoh

Prince Doku Jiro Faye/Suoh

Princess Fuj Adalie Faye/Suoh

Prince Daichi Caesar Faye/Suoh

Princess Eimi Maren Faye/Suoh

Princess Kazuya Aiden Faye/Suoh

Prince Chikao Sage Faye/Suoh

Prince Keitaro Faye/Suoh

Princess Aiko Faye/Suoh

Princess Hikari Faye/Suoh

Prince Tsuyoshi Faye/Suoh

Princess Li Jing Faye/Suoh

Prince Shen Faye/Suoh

Princess Kira Faye/Suoh

Prince Getsumei Faye/Suoh

Jade the Pet Moon Rabbit

Longwei's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Mizuki's appearances 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Kazumi's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Cryo's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Doku's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Fui's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Daichi's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Eimi's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Kazuya's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Chikao's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Keitaro's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Aiko's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Hikari's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Tsuyoshi's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Li Jing's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Shen's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Kira's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Getsumei's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Jade's appearances | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

#oc info #Faye/Suoh Family #Mild Secret Au #Mild Secret oc #masterlist #Faye/Suoh Families Masterlist #upa

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OC Masterlist

OCS CARRD

Band of Brothers

Valerie Harmon - Once a bright-eyed university student, fascinated by all things art history, Valerie's life in France is thrown into chaos by the Nazi invasion, severing her from her family back in Vermont. A chance encounter with an Easy Company Captain reignites previously forgotten hopes of ever seeing home again, but even this is not without its trials.

Camille Whitney - Following the death of her youngest brother on the Western Front, Camille puts her nurse training to use and accompanies Easy Company on their journey through Europe. Utterly family-oriented, she finds new brothers in the men around her, but none could replace the one she has lost.

Faye Warren - An aspiring journalist, driven by the legacy of her father, Faye finds frustration in her line of work, constrained by the expectations thrust upon female writers. In a last act of desperation, she chases a story all the way from London to Nazi-occupied France, hoping to find an opportunity amongst the men of Easy Company.

The Pacific

Anna March - After her family is rocked by horrendous tragedy, Anna finds herself permanently changed by the time her childhood friend, Eugene Sledge, returns from war. Both irrevocably scarred by the events of the last few years, they must come to terms with the new people before them whilst still struggling with old, long buried feelings.

SAS: Rogue Heroes

Diana Fayed - Adopted out of poverty by an infamous army general, Diana’s whole life has revolved around proving her worth and becoming the soldier her father believes she can be. Overlooked and dismissed by her superiors, she finally finds a place among the unruly ranks of the newly formed L Detachment, a group that will prove to be her biggest challenge yet.

Masters of The Air

Abbotts' Angels - Flying their bomber 'The Seraphim', the ten members of the Angels crew couldn't be more different from one another if they tried. But when war brings them together, they will forge a bond so strong that not even the destruction wreaked by conflict could tear them apart.

Frances 'Frankie' Bevan - A qualified aircraft mechanic and member of the WAAF, Frankie has spent her entire youth fascinated by all things mechanical. Her latest posting at Thorpe Abbotts promises to be no different from her previous jobs at first, but the 100th Bomb Group are nothing like the RAF pilots she's used to, and Frankie's about to learn that the pain of war will find you no matter where you are.

Georgina 'George' Aarons - Frankie's best friend and a telegraph operator at Thorpe Abbotts, George's budding romance with the pilot Curtis Biddick was only ever going to end in tragedy.

Susie Lamb - A Captain and driver in the Auxiliary Territorial Service, Susie has a reputation for being perhaps the most disliked woman in all of Thorpe Abbotts. However, as the sixth of eight children from a near-impoverished family, it becomes alarmingly clear that the answers to her present lay in her past, and she's not quite the woman everyone thinks she is.

Gwen Dastrup - Chicago native and daughter to Danish immigrants, Gwen's dreams of becoming a published historian are dashed by the breakout of war, and she volunteers with the Red Cross, becoming a clubmobile girl at Thorpe Abbotts. But when she catches the attention of John Brady and RAF Captain Michael Fenton, she is torn between choosing the man she loves and the easiest route to achieving the career she's always aspired to.

#band of brothers #the pacific #sas rogue heroes #hbo war #band of brothers oc #the pacific oc #sas: rogue heroes oc #sas rogue heroes oc #sas: rogue heroes #band of brothers fic #the pacific fic #sas rogue heroes fic #masters of the air #masters of the air oc

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whump-card · 11 months

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This Death That I Chose: Chapter 2

1613 words

CW: fear, panic, fever, bad caretaker, derogatory tattoo, pet whump

First, Masterlist, Next

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Tao sat in Faye’s “waiting room,” a once-upon-a-time mudroom, long since cleared of the previous residents’ boots and jackets. He kept his arms crossed tightly to keep from fidgeting them, but that left his knee to bounce instead.

On either side of him sat Vic and Becca. Becca had understood quickly, of course. She had taken a single scan through the Conservatorium report before nodding up at him, her eyes dark and fierce. Vic took a little more explaining, but once Tao got over his squeamishness and uttered the phrase sexual slavery Vic had joined them in sitting solemnly, silently, waiting for Faye’s verdict.

When Faye finally did appear, stepping out into the waiting room with a grim expression, the three of them watched her with bated breath. She kept them on their toes a moment longer before she spoke, wiping her hands on a flowery dish towel.

“Whoever released him from the Conservatory was a fucking idiot,” she announced, “He needs to be on IV antibiotics for a couple more days. Back to pills after that. A couple weeks and he’ll be fine. I mean, his arm will still be broken, but… relatively speaking.”

“Thank you, Faye,” Becca said, “I don’t know what we would do without you.”

“Aw, shucks.” Faye’s tone was sarcastic, but the praise brought a slanting smile to her face.

“When can we talk to him?”

“He’s still pretty delirious, but that might actually make things easier if you want to try talking to him now.”

“That feels…” Becca shook her head, “Dishonest, I don’t know if I want to do that.”

“Screw honesty,” Tao stood, “I want to know what this guy’s deal is, and I don’t think he’ll tell us if he has a choice.”

“Tao…” Becca warned.

“You heard him in the interrogation room!” Tao argued, “He thinks his presence is putting us in danger. He isn’t going to tell us anything about himself, not willingly. What if he’s from nearby? What if he has family and friends that are still alive? What if they’re here?”

“The chances of that are so slim,” Becca pointed out.

“I’m with Tao,” Vic cut in, “We should use this.”

“Faye?” Becca looked to the doctor for her opinion.

Faye shrugged. “I’m a surgeon, not a shrink. As far as I know, talking to him won’t kill him, so,” she stepped aside and waved to the door behind her, “Have at it.”

~~~

Lark lay in a bedroom upstairs. Faye had removed his shoes, but nothing else, and covered his legs with a light blanket. To avoid overwhelming him, Becca and Vic agreed to wait outside the open door while Tao talked to Lark. He approached slowly, and Lark stirred at the sound of his footsteps. He opened glassy, feverish eyes and they rolled around the room before finding Tao sitting at his bedside. He stared at Tao, his expression blank.

“Hey,” said Tao softly, “What’s your name?”

“Lark,” the young man whispered.

“Okay,” Tao decided to test a theory, “What’s your real name?”

Lark inhaled and his mouth opened and closed, about to form some word – before he stopped and frowned a little.

“Lark,” he echoed.

Almost.

“Where are you from?” Tao took a different approach.

“The Capital.”

“Where did you live before that?”

Lark’s eyes drifted closed.

“No, no before.”

The Capital was only eight years old. ‘No before’ was impossible. Tao sighed. He had another idea. A cruel one.

“Lark,” he deepened his voice, and picked up just a hint of a southern accent. Imitating the voice came disturbingly easily, given how many propaganda videos he’d seen. “It’s me. The Commander.”

Lark’s eyes snapped open and locked onto Tao, and he sucked in a breath.

“Yessir, m’sorry sir,” he mumbled.

Tao’s heart twinged, but he continued.

“I need you to tell me where you lived before you came to the Capital, Lark.”

Lark’s breath came fast, and his good hand twitched where it lay on the covers.

“Poverty. Ruins. You saved me,” he whispered fervently.

“Tell me what your name was back then.”

“Didn’t have one.”

Tao frowned.

“What made me bring you to the Capital?”

“Your grace,” a weak, crazed smile crept onto Lark’s face, “Your gen… generosity, your kindness…”

Tao sat back. Propaganda. It was all propaganda. He needed to dig deeper. He stood up and leaned over Lark.

“We’re going to play a little game.’

Lark’s devoted smile quickly dissolved into a twist of fear, but Tao continued, convinced his idea would work.

“I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to answer as fast as possible, alright?”

Lark nodded hastily.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Tao took a moment to collect his thoughts. Then he began.

“What’s your name?”

“Lark.”

“Where do you live?”

“The Capital.”

Who do you serve?”

“You, Commander.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Y-yellow!”

“Faster! What’s your name?”

“Lark!”

“Where do you live?”

“The Capital!”

Who do you serve?”

“You, sir!”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Yellow!”

“What’s your mother's name?”

“Mari-” Lark’s breath hitched as he caught himself.

“Marie? Did you say Marie? Tell me!” Out of excitement, Tao unintentionally raised his voice and leaned in closer. Lark pressed back into the pillow and a heartbreaking mewl of terror escaped his lips as he clutched at his broken arm.

“Please don’t, I’m sorry, please!”

Tao jerked back, immediately awash with guilt. “Shit, I’m sorry-”

“Stop it!” Becca marched in. “You’re terrorizing him!” She grabbed Tao by the arm and pulled him away, taking his place.

“Lark?” she spoke gently, sinking down into the chair, “My name is Becca, you’re safe.”

Lark’s eyes stayed trained on Tao, bright with fear, his chest heaving with panicked breaths. Tao pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, feeling ill. He should have known it was a bad idea. It made sense in the moment, but if he had just stopped to think…

“That’s not the Commander, the Commander is far away from here. You’re with the resistance, we’re going to take care of you,” Becca soothed, “We’ll keep you safe.”

Her words only agitated Lark more. He shook his head.

“No, no, he knows where, he’ll come for me, I can’t stay-” Lark started to laboriously push himself upright with his good arm, as if to get out of bed. Becca pressed a hand to his shoulder.

“No, Lark, we’ll protect you, you need to rest now.”

Lark flopped back onto the pillow, but he didn’t stop struggling. He weakly thrashed his legs, kicking off the thin blanket.

“He’ll kill you all,” he sobbed, “He’ll kill you all!”

“Shh, shh, he can’t find us,” Becca tried to soothe him. Meanwhile, Tao was frowning at Lark’s legs. The boy’s kicking had caused the hems of his loose pants to ride up, exposing his calves. There were odd dark lines running up the sides of his legs. Tao reached out and caught a flailing ankle. Lark gasped and fell still and silent at the touch, his feverish stare finding Tao again.

“What are you doing?” Becca snapped.

“Just looking…” Tao frowned. The line wasn’t just a line, it was dense, half-inch-tall text that started just above Lark’s ankle and ran up the outside of his calf, on both legs.

I AM A GOOD PET. I DO WHAT MASTER SAYS. I NEVER TALK BACK. I LET MASTER FUCK -

Tao yanked the pant leg back down, covering the heinous words that followed, and fixed the other leg as well. When he looked up he saw Lark was flushed bright red and looking away; so he knew it was wrong, at least he wasn’t that conditioned.

Becca stood and moved to Tao’s side, concerned by his horrified face.

“What is it?”

Tao lifted the pant leg and turned Lark’s ankle to reveal just the first sentence. Becca’s hand flew to her mouth.

“Is that a tattoo?”

“Yeah,” Tao confirmed grimly.

“Shit!” Becca turned her back on Lark, hiding her face in her hands. “Bastard, bastard…” she mumbled.

“M’sorry,” Lark’s bright eyes were back on Tao, “Please, I’m sorry, please don’t break it.”

Tao dropped Lark’s ankle like a hot coal.

“No one’s… breaking anything,” he growled. He grabbed the blanket and threw it back over Lark’s body.

“Stay. Rest,” he ordered. Lark nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Becca shuddered and grabbed Tao’s arm, dragging him out of the room.

“That was a fucking disaster!” she exploded as soon as they were out of earshot, on their way down the stairs. “I can’t believe you two talked me into that!”

Tao and Vic, following behind, exchanged a glance.

“I’m really, really, sorry Becca,” Tao said earnestly, “I didn’t mean to scare him that bad, I just… I had a dumb idea and I ran with it.”

“‘Dumb’ is an understatement!” Becca whirled to face him in the once-living room, now-intake room. “That boy’s been through an unbelievable amount of trauma, and you used it against him!”

“He did find out the mother’s name,” Vic pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, ‘Marie,’ that’s super helpful,” Becca said sarcastically, “We can just look up all the Maries in the phonebook and call them, ask if they’re missing a son.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Tao was getting a little desperate. “It won’t happen again.”

“Fucking promise me Tao, right now,” Becca raised her voice, “That you won’t pull any shit like that, ever again!”

It was sinking in, just how badly he’d screwed up. Lark’s terrified face flashed through Tao’s mind, causing painful twinges of guilt in his stomach.

“It won’t,” he said, his voice low and deadly serious, “I promise.”

“Good,” Becca huffed, “Because if anyone fucks with him again, I’m bringing down hell.”

~~~

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visionsofmagic · 2 years

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Hi!! I don't know if your requests open, but if so, can I please request Sindri x fem!Reader?

Like, Reader is the eldest daughter of Kratos and Faye and she and Sindri are in very good relationship, but still not in romantic, since they are afraid to confess to each other. Maybe someone will want to help them?

Thank you!!

sindri x fem!reader

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tags: fluff, falling, atreus being tricky and playful, using of y/n, touching. enjoy! [I hope you, especially you - anon, will like this one because it was cute to write. ^^ and thanks for requesting! sindri needs more attention!]

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since you were in a good relationship with both brok and sindri who were one of the dearest friends of yours the moment faye, your dear mother, had passed away. you were so focused on atreus, your little cute brother, you even couldn't realize your grief. atreus needed a good support by his side since kratos, your father, was being a complex person in these kinds of situations. he was sad too, you knew it. three of you had a grief, yes, but, you still had a connection - a bond. you were a family.

the family you had increased its number as you met more friends on your way to the mountain – your path you promised to go with your father and little brother for the sake of faye. With time, you met sindri, brok, freya and mimir who literally helped you in most cases. you liked all of them one by one and you were having fun while creating a friendship with them, not being so cold to them like your father did. also, being the big sister of atreus, you had to be a supporter for him instead focusing on your grief more since it was what your father doing but well, in colder way. so, when you met new people, you were so glad because finally atreus found others to speak, to clear his mind and get a support to his grief since sindri and brok were friend of your mother. with them, not only atreus but you found peace and well, a good relationship.

however, one person was different for you. yes, you liked each of them but your liking for that certain person felt different. you liked freya, a good company, understanding you very well. you liked brok, he had funny jokes. you liked mimir, he had a father posture like your father did, giving you support in missions. but, the way you liked sindri, it was different – you not only like having good time with him, but you liked him; how he walked cutely around the realms, how he appeared with his little work shop whenever you go, how he had a golden armor which was your favorite color that looked good on him, how he kept give you little smiles he had, charming ones enough to make you giggle to yourself after remember him.

as your liking became more visible to you, you couldn’t help but try to hide it more because whether he liked you in that way or not was a mystery for you. he sure showed how he was having fun talking to you but you guessed it was the same as he was talking with atreus, his other close friend. You believed he only liked you friendly even if you could see his little shy giggles, eyes that looking to other directions when you praise his works, or more of these. your mind was telling you that he liked you too but the fear you held in your heart was making you hide your liking or even asking him anything about this situation.

you spent your life like this, missing sindri and become so happy whenever you see him, trying to hide your happiness but someone already knew it and that someone came to your side while you were sitting on the edge of tyr’s temple, looking at the sky and thinking about sindri again. you knew how you could enter inside, see him with working brok but you didn’t want to disturb him since he had his own jobs and you missions. and well, it was rare time to take a great rest to clear your mind.

when you began to think about the adventure your journey brought within, stranger man and so on, you heard atreus’ cute voice right behind you, making you jump in surprise. “don’t do that!” he just smirked ‘till he began to talk about, well, specific someone – sindri. he looked at the sky, putting his hand behind him, acting like a mature boy than a kid which you watched with a smile ‘till he told your relationship with sindri. “c’mon, y/n,” he said, rolling his little blue eyes, “we already know you like him and it’s okay. I think he likes you too.” you just rolled your eyes like he did, shrugging, you said, “and how do you know liking someone little one. you are just eleven years old.” he gave you a furrowed, leaving you while saying, “and you are the grown one, huh?” the last thing you saw was the smirk on his face.

as time passed, you and atreus kept those little moments in which atreus refers to your liking on sindri while you became shy or angry about it. then, one day, all these things turn into something else as you were picking some vegetables from freya’s garden with atreus while your father and freya had a discussion about something you didn’t pay attention to. to make dinner, you suggested to pick fresh vegetables and freya gave you a garden’s map that had good ones on which was close to his house.

as you kept searching for the correct vegetables, you heard atreus’ voice. “y/n!” he showed you a tree that had red apples on it. he asked if you could pick one for him to eat since he was small to reach. you chuckled, nodding to him, you accepted the offer, giving you your basket which he wanted to continue what you were doing. the moment he left, you picked some rocks around the garden to put under the tree because it was really big to reach. finally finishing putting rocks, you got up, raising on your toes to reach the nearest apple to pick. then, you heard sindri’s cute voice behind you suddenly, making you lose your balance and fall into the ground, on your ass.

having a humuliating moment, the heat was raising on your face when you looked sindri who looked concerned. the moment the apple you tried to reach fell from the tree, hitting your head with a ‘thump’ sound, sindri reached for you, giving you a hand to get up but because of feeling so shy and bad, you just got away from him a little, not getting up yet. “I – I was trying to pick, well,” you took the apple that was lying on the ground, showing him to sindri, “this one.” chuckling nervously, you touched your head that was hurting.

sindri gave you a cute smile, like he was referring to that it was okay to fall down, and then, his hand touched yours that you kept on your head. he even caressed your hand and hair, saying, “are you okay? It was quite a fall right there.” seeing his reddened face, your anxiety decreased slowly. he felt the same as you felt; shy. without saying anything, you got up as he took back his hand, leaving you enough space to get up after an intense eye contact you two had. “thank you, sindri. I am well, don’t worry.” you shrugged, “I was picking some vegetables for the dinner and atreus, well, he asked for an apple.” you showed the apple to him but he had a surprised expression on his face. “atreus? was he with you?” you nodded, furrowed, you asked, “why?”

sindri looked at the apple for a certain time before replying, “well, he said you needed my help, so, I came. but I suppose, you didn’t need my help after all. what a playful kid he is.”

nodding to him, you realized the plan of atreus which has failed. “indeed, he is.” a silence occurred between you ‘till you asked him to join you for the dinner. he declined, saying he needed to work with brok to create a weapon for kratos, your dad. you just nodded, ready to leave him with a cute wave, feeling sadness because right there, you felt so wonderful, his hand on yours. it felt good and you were selfish enough to want to fall down again if it meant he would touch you again.

“y/n,” he said, sounding so fragile and confident at the same time which caused you to look at him curiously. “I, well, when atreus said you needed my help, I felt – good. I left the brok which he cursed me a lot,” he left a nervous chuckle, “I am glad if I help you even if a little bit and well, I really want to help you whenever you need.” he then looked into your eyes, directly, making your breath go faster, “I want to be your side even if it isn’t for my need. I think – I think I have a liking on you.”

and that moment, you felt a great happiness on your chest, making you smile wide enough to hurt your mouth. blushing, you closed the gap between your bodies, touching his beard with a confidence boost you had, caressing it and making sindri’s eyes go wider, his cheeks go pinker which you watched in pleasure. “I have a liking on you too sindri and yes, I would like to have you on my side even if it is not for a need.”

smiling to you, he found happiness like you did and you spent a great time together ‘till atreus came to call you for dinner. when you left sindri for the dinner, giving little kisses to his cheeks, you knew how he would come any time you missed him or he missed you because now, you knew how both of you liked each other.

in that dinner, atreus smirked widely. indeed, his plan worked very well.

the end.

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imaginesandbandfiction · 2 years

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Fezco's House Part 2 — Satellite

A Euphoria Imagine

Pairing: Fezco x Reader, a teeny hint of Fezco x Lexi

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Brief mention of attempted SA,

Summary: Even though Fez was the one to break things off, he can't stay away.

A/N: Part 2 is finally here!!! Sorry, it took forever but in better news, Part 3 (an epilogue) is already done so that will be up next week. Shoot me a message to be added to the taglist! This is based on Satellite, my personal fave Harry's House song.

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Things with Lexi were good. She was sweet, funny, and awkward in the most adorable way, but the fluttering in his stomach never blossomed into anything more. She drank Diet Pepsi and leaned against the counter, and he couldn’t stop comparing her to Y/N. He missed the way she had draped herself over every aspect of his life; the store, the back room, the couch, his bed, his mind… the only thing she hadn’t managed to infiltrate was his pants, though it had taken a lot of self-control on his part to stop that from happening.

When things went down with the cops and he missed her play, his world was turned upside-down and his budding relationship with Lexi fizzled out. Ash was rushed to the hospital, and when Fez tried to follow the paramedics out the door, it took two officers to hold him back.

“That’s my brother!” He yelled through the knot in his throat, thrashing to try and escape their grip. When he realized he was stuck, he deflated and whispered, “That’s my fucking brother.”

When they got to the police station, he was so desperate he would do anything to get to the hospital and see Ash. He almost confessed to everything, but thankfully, they had left him in a holding cell for nearly six hours before letting him make his phone call, which gave him enough time to work through his anger and frustration and develop a more rational plan. As soon as the cuffs were off, he took a swing at the wall. The crack of his knuckles against the brick was satisfying, and for a minute, the pain drowned out all of his other emotions, but when the pain faded away, they came flooding back with a vengeance. He collapsed on the metal bench attached to the back wall and dropped his head into his hands.

“Fuck!” he screamed, trying to release all the tension that had been building up since the police busted his door. Everything was falling apart. Trusting Custer had been a mistake, and it had ruined the business his grandmother had built. His family legacy. He had failed to protect Ash and Faye, and he was so fucking stupid because he let things with Lexi go further than a few minutes of flirting at a party. He hadn’t wanted Y/N involved, why was Lexi any different? (Because you don’t love Lexi, his subconscious supplied helpfully). For the first time in fifteen years, sobs wracked his body. When he stood up twenty minutes later, the concrete floor was stained with blood and tears. He paced up and down the cell, pushing through the guilt and his fears for Ash, and came up with both a short-term plan to make it out of the station as quickly as possible and a long-term plan to get out of dealing for good. By the time the guards brought him his phone, the bleeding had stopped and he had calmed down enough to be able to talk without his voice shaking.

He called Laurie and traded her three of his top clients so that she’d use her resources to get him off clean, and within the hour he was released from the cell.

“Defending a domestic violence victim, my ass,” the officer had said with a frustrated grunt as he opened the cell doors. Faye was waiting for him in the lobby of the station with her knees pulled up to her chest and tear-stained cheeks.

“What should I do now?” She asked him.

“I don’t fucking know, Faye,” he snapped. Her startled look and wide, innocent eyes softened him, and he rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry, I just can’t think straight right now. Just… I’ll have an officer drive you home, ‘kay? Stay there ‘til I tell you it’s safe. I gotta go see Ash.” Her head perked up at that, but a furious glare from Fez was enough to stop that request in its tracks.

When he burst through the emergency room doors half an hour later, the nurses tried to patch up his bloody knuckles, but he waved them off. His hands had been in worse shape before, and he was more concerned about his brother.

“He’s stable,” the doctor said as he led Fez up to the ICU. “For now, at least.”

He spent four days at Ash’s bedside, refusing to answer his phone unless it was business-related. Late on the fourth night, Ash’s eyes fluttered open, and Fez was so relieved he climbed into the hospital bed and held his brother like he used to when they were kids.

After three weeks in the pediatric ward, Ash was released on strict bed rest. Faye took his recovery seriously, driving him to his physical therapy appointments and following the doctor’s outpatient care instructions to a T. Fez knew she felt bad about Custer betraying them, and even though he had forgiven her, he couldn’t blame her for wanting to feel useful.

Even though Custer was dead and Ash was predicted to make a full recovery, the pressure in Fez’s chest remained. Logically, he knew that the worst was behind them and he had plans to ensure that the future would be brighter, but he still felt a strange sense of dread, like the universe wasn’t entirely done fucking with him.

As winter melted into spring, he got a copy of the Girl's Lacrosse schedule from Jules and snuck into the back row of every game. Although he couldn’t keep an eye on Y/N 24/7 without it seeming suspicious, it was pretty easy to blend in with the crowd. Seeing her every week was enough to keep his anxiety in check. If she was out on the lacrosse field, that meant she was safe and healthy.

The first time he saw her in her lacrosse uniform, his heart nearly stopped. Her black shorts had gold trim that stopped just an inch above her knees, and she had a white, long-sleeved t-shirt on under the matching tank top. Black and gold ribbons were braided into her hair and tied in little bows at the ends, and there were two black rectangles painted under her eyes on her otherwise makeup-free face. She looked so athletic, and even though he knew nothing about lacrosse, he knew from the way the crowd cheered as she darted back and forth across the field that she was good.

So he watched from afar, telling himself that it was for her protection and not because he physically could not stay away. He hovered in her orbit, out of sight but never out of reach, and life went on.

Until prom night.

Fez closed the store early. He’d made enough by 3 pm to pay the rent on his apartment for a full year and was eager to go home, check on Ash, and smoke a blunt with Faye. When the dance was over, Jules and Rue showed up, giggly from the booze they had snuck in (and, in Rue’s case, whatever pills she had taken), and joined the smoke sesh.

During the third episode of Meerkat Manor, Jules’ phone rang.

“Hey, Y/N!” She answered, her tone bright and happy. When she spoke again just a few seconds later, her voice dropped an octave. “Wait, what? Hold on, slow down, where are you?” Rue sat up and stared at Jules with wide eyes. “Stay there, okay babe? We’re coming to get you.” Jules turned to look at Fez to confirm that he could drive, but he wasn’t on the couch anymore. She turned around, scanning the room until she found him by the front door with his shoes on and keys in his hands. “Stay on the phone with me, just so I know you’re safe, okay?”

Rue climbed into the backseat and Jules sat up front, directing Fez to the rich neighborhood on the other side of town. Eventually, they found Y/N standing on the side of the road, barefoot and still in her prom dress. The tires squealed as Fez pulled over, and he was the first one out of the car.

“Where the fuck is he? I’ll fucking kill him,” he growled, pacing back and forth in front of the car as he turned his head from side to side looking for that goddamn football player.

Jules was the first one to notice the blood dripping down Y/N’s leg, visible through a giant rip in her dress.

“Did he…?” she asked as she approached her friend.

“Tried to, but no,” Y/N answered, shaking her head. “When he started to… well, it doesn’t matter what he was doing. I managed to kick him a few times so he’d get off of me, but he tried to grab me when I started to run, and his nails did that when I shook him off.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Jules cooed, leaning in to wrap Y/N in a tight hug. Y/N melted into the embrace, letting the weight of what had just happened to her fully sink in. Fez stood by the car, squeezing the key fob in his hand until he could feel its indentation branded into his skin.

Rue dug around for something that could be used as a makeshift bandage and emerged triumphant with an old T-shirt. Once it was tied securely around Y/N’s thigh to stop the bleeding, Jules and Rue helped her get settled into the passenger’s seat before Fez drove slowly, carefully, his knuckles white around the steering wheel. The girls chatted as he drove to Rue’s house, but he couldn’t unclench his jaw for long enough to speak.

Once Jules and Rue were gone, an eerie silence settled over the car.

“Guess drug dealers and gangbangers aren’t the only people who can hurt me,” Y/N said after a few minutes, turning to look at Fez with a wry smile.

“‘M sorry, I--” Fez started, but Y/N continued, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“You wanted me to be normal, so I tried it, and I almost got raped. So can we stop pretending that this is working for either of us and go back to being friends?” Fez’s eyes flicked off of the road and locked on hers for just a fraction of a second, but she recognized the shock in his wide eyes. “I know you’ve been coming to all my games, Fezco.”

“What? Nah…” Fez’s voice was unnaturally high as he responded.

“I can see you, dude. I’m not blind. The lights on the field aren’t that bright.” He pulled one of his hands off of the steering wheel and scratched the back of his neck, which was slowly turning red. “I think it’s sweet.”

“It’s just… y’know, after everything with Ash… I dunno.” He trailed off, wishing for once that he was better with words so he could give her the answer she deserved. She reached over the center console and grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know that she understood.

“I know, Fezzy.” The silence that filled the car for the rest of the short drive was comfortable and Y/N didn't let go until Fez pulled into her driveway.

On the Saturday after prom, Fez’s heart nearly stopped again when Y/N pushed open the door and sauntered into the store. He was transported back to last summer, and adrenaline started pumping through his veins as he remembered feeling the wind on his face as he chased after her on his bike, the softness of her t-shirt when he got close enough to grab it, and the sweet sound of her laughter ringing in his ears as she sped up to escape his grasp.

Y/N made a beeline for the counter and raised her eyebrows when she saw the bottle of Coke sweating droplets of water onto the linoleum.

“For me?” She asked, flashing a wicked grin and holding a hand to her chest. “I’m touched.” In one swift movement, she scooped up the soda and hoisted herself onto the counter, swiveling so she faced Fez instead of the door.

“Shut up,” Fez mumbled into his chest, trying to hide the bashful smile on his face. Y/N pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them, looking up at him with adoration shining in her eyes. “I sent Ash to your house ‘lready.”

“I’m not here for drugs.” Y/N’s face softened into a shy smile.

“Oh yeah? Why you here, then?” Fez crossed his arms and peered down at her, faking confidence that he did not feel.

“‘Cause I fucking missed you, dude.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, playing at nonchalance, but her teasing tone and the slight blush tinting her cheeks gave her away.

“Missed you too.” He reached out and poked at the haphazard bun her wet hair was twisted into. “Didn’t miss your wet hair drippin’ all over my store, though.” She giggled and felt all of the tension leave her body; his joke cut through the heady air between them and loosened up the uncharacteristic sincerity.

The bell above the door jingled and they both turned their gazes toward the sound. Ash stopped in his tracks, rolled his eyes at them, and then made a beeline for the back room, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath as he went.

Fez started sitting in the front row of the bleachers at all of Y/N’s lacrosse games with whoever was there that day; a permanent rotation of friends swapped in and out depending on the day, but Fez was a constant, and sometimes Ash tagged along, too. But everyone showed up for the state championship match against San Diego High School. It’s a close game, and everyone is on edge, feeling responsible for whether the team wins or loses. The coach pulls Y/N out for a water break towards the end of the second half, and Cassie and Maddy cheer as she walks by, waving their glitter-covered sign. Fez is distracted by the blush creeping up Y/N’s cheeks at all of the attention but manages to throw thumbs up her way before she sits down on the bench, turning to face the field instead of the audience.

When there are only four minutes left on the clock, and East Highland is down by one point, the coach calls a time-out and pulls one of the girls off the field.

“Y/L/N, you’re in,” he shouts, waving a hand towards Y/N as the other girl exits the field. Y/N doesn’t have time to look back at her friends before the ref is blowing his whistle and the game resumes. She can hear them, though; Jules is wolf-whistling so loud that the rest of the audience’s ears keep ringing even after she stops. Y/N’s adrenaline spikes as she chases after the ball alongside her teammates. A girl from SDHS gets possession, and Y/N’s heart clenches as the girl takes a shot, but the East Highland goalkeeper manages to block it, and cheers erupt from the home-team side of the field. There’s less than a minute left in the game and no time for errors. The goalkeeper passes it to one of Y/N’s teammates, who fumbles it, but Y/N is right behind her and manages to scoop up the fallen ball before anyone from the other team can. East Highland’s fan section roars with excitement, somehow they’re even louder than they were before as she takes possession. She pauses for a split-second, debating whether or not to get closer to shoot an easier shot to tie up the game or go for the two-pointer from where she’s standing.

“Why doesn’t she just throw the fuckin’ ball?” Ash mutters, looking between Y/N and the clock with uncharacteristic, frantic energy.

“‘Cause shootin’ from where she at is risky, but the shot’s worth 2 points. If she moves closer, it’ll only be worth one, so she gotta decide what to do,” Fez answers, having picked up a thing or two after a whole semester of attending the games. He refuses to take his eyes off Y/N, so he misses Ash’s look of confusion.

Y/N glances at the clock, which decides for her, and she flings the ball at the opposite end of the field. It soars into the top-left corner of the goal just as the ref blows the whistle to signal the end of the game.

Time slows down, and she thinks she’s hallucinating, that there’s no way she made the goal, but then it speeds back up again as her teammates crowd around her, crushing her in a group hug.

“You did it!” Her best friend on the team, Holly, screams as she wraps her arms around Y/N and starts jumping wildly.

“We did it!” Y/N yells back, letting herself get swooped up into the mob of sweaty, pulsing bodies dancing in the middle of the field. The audience holds back for a few minutes, watching the team celebrate with broad smiles, and the coach approaches the group of girls with the Gatorade dispenser in his arms. He pops off the top and dumps it over the girls in a bizarre school tradition, and Fez and Ash share a confused look, but shrug it off as Y/N is in the middle of the circle, shaking her wet braids back and forth, shrieking with excited laughter.

The girls disperse a bit, making room for their families and friends, and Y/N turns to her friends but her eyes skim over their happy faces to lock on Fez’s slightly watery eyes (seeing her shoot the game-winning goal had him tearing up, though he’d never admit it later). Her face lit up and her lips spread into the biggest grin he’d ever seen, and suddenly the crowd parts around him. He runs, though Fezco O’Neill doesn’t run, as a rule (unless he’s running for his life), and nearly knocks Y/N over as he skids to a stop in front of her. Before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s got his arms wrapped around her waist and he throws her into the air above him, spinning her in a few lazy circles before letting her body slide down his until her tippy-toes touch the ground. She’s dizzy from the spinning and high off of her win, so her brain’s lagging a bit, but then his lips crash against hers and she’s giggling against them. Fez’s eyes flutter shut and he pushes against her back to bring her even closer. He has to stifle a moan as the sweet-and-salty taste of sweat mixed with orange Gatorade hits his lips.

“I’m literally drenched in Gatorade right now,” Y/N mutters between kisses. “It’s gonna ruin your shirt.”

“Don’t care,” Fez breathes into her mouth, and he feels her lips twitch upwards into a smile as he presses his own against them, harder this time. They’re only vaguely aware of the world around them, everything is distorted as faceless voices sound like the adults in Charlie Brown (“Please tell me somebody got that on video,” Cassie squeals as the rest of the group approaches. “Yep, caught the whole thing,” Jules says with a giggle, still pointing her phone at them), but when someone clears their throat and taps Y/N on the shoulder they break apart, albeit reluctantly.

“Not to interrupt this heartwarming moment, but, uh, Y/N, Coach Carrolson from Stanford wants to talk to you,” her assistant coach says, scratching the back of his neck and flashing an apologetic smile at Fez.Y/N nods and leans in to give Fez a quick peck.

“Don’t move!” She tells him, pointing a finger at him before turning and sprinting over to an official-looking lady wearing a black pantsuit and holding a clipboard.

Rue nudges him with her shoulder, and when he turns to look at her, his face is bright red underneath his freckles. She wiggles her eyebrows at him and he shoves her lightly, too frazzled to think of any other response, but the blissful smile on his lips as he watches Y/N chatting with the Stanford coach tells Rue everything she needs to know.

“Somebody’s in love,” Jules sings, leaning her head on Rue’s shoulder and poking Fez in the shoulder.

“Shut up,” he mutters. He’s never been in love before, so he’s not exactly sure what it’s supposed to feel like, but if it’s anything like the pure, sugar-sweet happiness swelling in his chest, he thinks he’s going to like it.

There’s going to be an after-party, of course, because there’s never been a party that the students of East Highland didn’t like. After talking to the Stanford coach, Y/N gets swept up by the rest of her teammates. But before they leave the field, she jogs back over to her friends and

“I gotta go, but Ashley’s having a party later to celebrate,” she says, squeezing Fez’s hand to reassure him that she hadn’t forgotten about the moment they just had. “I’ll text you the address, okay? It starts at nine.”

“‘Aight, we’ll be there,” Fez agrees. He doesn’t try to hide the dopey smile on his lips and Y/N smiles back.

“Good. See you later!” She pressed a quick kiss to Fez’s lips and waved at the rest of the group before disappearing back into the crowd of uniformed girls.

Later that night, Fez, Rue, and Jules walk in just as the party is starting to get wild. Their eyes are immediately drawn to the living room, where Y/N is standing on the coffee table, gesturing wildly with a bottle of vodka as she explains the rules of some drinking game to the small crowd gathered around her. Loud music is pumping through the speakers, so they can’t hear what she was saying, but Fez can tell that it’s bossy, and heat flares up in his stomach.

She turns to glare at someone on the other side of the circle and catches Fez’s eye. A smile explodes from her frown and she hops off of the table, pushing her way through the crowd until she’s in front of him.

“Fezzy!” She exclaims when she is close enough for him to hear. “You came!” After setting the bottle of vodka down on the floor, she throws her arms around his neck in a quick hug, then settles at his side. He keeps one arm loosely draped around her shoulders.

“‘Course I did, ma,” he says through a chuckle. “You think I’d miss this after comin’ to every game this year?” Y/N shrugs, ducking her head to hide her embarrassed smile. “You’re a fuckin’ superstar, dude.” Fez uses his free hand to poke her cheek, coaxing a giggle from her.

“We’re gonna go grab a drink,” Jules says, giving the two of you a cheeky grin and wiggling her eyebrows before pulling Rue into the kitchen.

“But I wanna know what happens next!” Rue whines

“They’re our friends, Rue, not a sitcom!”

Y/N turns to look at Fez and they make brief eye contact before looking away, trading nervous smiles. Rue, always so eloquent, had brought the elephant into the room, front and center. After a few moments of quiet, Y/N turns to look at Fez again.

“Dance with me?” She asks, looking up at him with a hint of uncertainty behind her usually-sparkling eyes. Fez turns to look at the mass of sweaty bodies and then back at Y/N with a defeated sigh.

“Only ‘cause it’s you askin’,” he answers, shaking his head. With an excited squeal, she leads him into the living room but stops at the edge of the makeshift dance floor. She loops her arms around his neck and takes a step closer, leaving a few inches of space between their bodies.

“This okay?” Fez shrugs in response, letting his lips twitch up into a smirk.

“Could be better.” He wraps his arms around her waist, letting them cross behind her back so the distance between them shrinks. Her excited giggle is like music to his ears and he makes a vow to himself

They sway to the music for a few songs, letting the beat guide their bodies. She rests her cheek on his shoulder and he tucks the top of her head under his chin

“I think we should have a redo of Halloween,” Fez says eventually.

“Yeah?” Y/N asks, forcing herself to keep her face neutral as she pulls back to look at Fez. He nods.

“But, like, properly this time. I’mma take you on a real date. Buy you flowers, all that shit.”

“You don’t have to do that, Fez. I like you for you, not because I want a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but I want to. You’re more than just some girl, y’know? Wanna make sure you always feel special.” A flush creeps up Fez’s neck and onto his face.

“Yeah?” Y/N’s eyes are shining as she smiles up at him.

“Yeah.” Y/N reaches up to cup one of Fez’s pink-tinted cheeks and the heat from his body melts into her skin, leaving a glittering tingle in its wake. This time, when their lips meet, it’s soft, sweet, and full of promises. Knowing that no matter where life’s ups and downs will take them, gravity will always be there, tethering them together.

Taglist: @kittygreen16

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judyfromfinance · 1 year

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~Masterlist~

God of War: Ragnarok

Olden Times. Modern Thinking. (Heimdall/Modern!Reader) : You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

Chapters : 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Dead to Me. (/Reader) : ‘The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb’, it was one of your favorite quotes. It meant that found family can often mean more to you than the family you were born with. The ones you share blood with. And often times it would get shortened down and paraphrased into meaning the exact opposite of what was initially intended.

But after coming back home from your year long stay in the Devildom, your house and family in shambles, it is no longer your favorite quote. The water of the womb that you shared with your sister meant more to you than any blood spilled between you and those 7 demons in hell.

Female Rage. (/Reader) : Despite being some of the most powerful demons in the world, for all intents and purposes, they were still brothers.

Annoyingly so, but you loved them regardless. Making anything and everything a competition was a common occurrence in the House of Lamentation.

So when the brothers asked what sin you most associate with, you did as you always do in a house full of conniving demons. The one thing you can count on to slip them up.

You told the truth.

Things I’ve said to my cats that apply to the boys.(Just a silly post)

Asmo is not on his ‘real hot girl shit’. (Another silly post)

The Boys

Nymphology. (Homelander/Reader) : He was fucked in the head. You knew that.

You were fucked in the head. He knew that now.

God, you were perfect for each other.

#masterlist #finally got around to making one #I do everything from my phone so I hate the way it looks #obey me!#the boys #god of war ragnarok

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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♥️ Euphoria Related Masterlist ♥️

Before requesting, take a look at my Masterpost to gain more insight into my DNI and requesting guideline lists. Take a look at my Prompt List for some ideas regarding request too!

Faye:

Everything Has Changed: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: Fezco and the reader have been friends since childhood. She watched Ash grow up and she watched Fez take over the (dangerous) family business, she's been around through it all. He was a leader and she was his side kick, his sounding board, his go-to person other than Ash. They were family and always have been. The reader wasn't familiar of Laurie and her relevance in her best friends life until one night, Fez get's an urgent call from his friend Custer. Everything that follows, let's just say is Custer's fault"

Faye NSFW Alphabet

Faye Fluff Alphabet

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Nate Jacobs:

Soft Nate:

Summary/Request: "can you do a nate jacobs x fem!reader of just soft nate? any setting works, i just love soft nate"

Sister Sister:

Summary/Request: "Yeah i want a headcanon about being nate sister, Sorry i didn't specify"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Platonic!Ashtray:

Gameplay:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Fluffy blurb with fez where the reader and ash play video games all day"

Angry Visitor:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "i was wondering if you could do some more platonic ashtray fluff?"

It's A Girl:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Fez and Reader figuring out Ash has a crush at school. I can see Ash being like “I don’t like her!”

Graduation:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Could you do a fluff blurb with either Ash graduating with the reader, fez and Lily."

Scared Straight:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Could you please write something like this with fez x reader and ash? I'm begging you at this point, I'm at the first stage of grief lmaooo"

Mary Poppins:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "reader x ashtray (platonic) where they have a movie night and he starts thanking her for basically being his mother and always protecting him"

Grocery Run:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Just a funny blurb where fez sends ash and his girl out to the grocery store and they come back with random shit😂"

The Talk:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "you and fez having “the talk” with ash after finding out your pregnant with fez’s baby? i feel like even though ash knows he’d still be the cringing uncomfortable child hearing it from two parent figures"

Hurt:

Summary/Request: "could you do an imagine (or blurb if you prefer) of a deal going wrong and fez girlfriend somehow ends up hurt (nothing too dramatic tho) and fez and ash feel all guilty and get protective and so :)"

Shorty:

Summary/Request: "Can you do a mother figure to ash where your at a party and nate keeps bothering you, fez was going to do something but then ash did something instead!"

Jealous:

Summary/Request: "platonic!ash x reader where the reader is fezco’s gf and she just found out she was pregnant so ash gets a bit sad and jealous and they just reassure him that he’ll always be priority?"

Bullied:

Summary/Request: "maybe ash gets bullied at school bc fez didn't come to his eight grade graduation because he needed to help Lexi and then they have an argument when fez comes home?"

Say Yes:

Summary/Request: "Can you do a fez one when he try's and figure out how to propose and ashtray just make fun of him"

Expecting:

Summary/Request: "A fez x reader. Reader Announces that she is pregnant to fez and ash. Just lot of fluff and cute family vibes"

Favorite Kiddo:

Summary/Request: "Hello! Once you start writing requests I’d love to see some platonic ash with reader<3"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Other:

Cold Hearted Snake:

Summary/Request: "can you write about the cassie x nate and lexi x fez and just the tension between them once they realise that both the sisters are dating the people who absolutely hate each other"

Not A Throuple:

Summary/Request: "for a request it could be a elliot x reader x rue where Elliot and rue are both dating her but they aren’t dating each other?"

On The Roof:

Summary/Request: "Lexi and Fezcos first kiss on the roof of his shop?"

In Need of Comfort:

Summary/Request: Fezco x reader and Elliot x reader

Family Affairs:

Summary/Request: "Hii, can you do headcanons about being Fezco and ashtray sister?"

Edgy:

Summary/Request: Fezco x reader and Elliot x reader

Double Life:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Elliot x reader; Platonic!Maddy x reader

#euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria hbo #euphoria charcters

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askaalaska-vdeppressed · 2 years

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The Path of Life Is Filled with Zany Bards Ch8

Sooo

Yeah, This is kinda short I had to get back in the groove of writing this story hope you enjoy (also i'll probably update Broken but Golden too as a prize for second place)

Masterlist

Summer had rolled on steadily week by week. Being farther north meant the heat was not so intense as to cause one to suffer, only discomfort. It was mildly frustrating in a way. The heat was enough to be uncomfortable and make one not want to venture outside of a breezy shaded spot, however it was not reasonably hot enough to use as an excuse. You circumnavigated this as best you could by trying to spend any time you needed to outside early in the morning. Which was how you found yourself creeping up the path to the stables in a barely visible morning light.

A blue calm shrouded your surroundings. Mist or fog rather sat still in the high grass of the fields. Insects and creatures starting there day as you did, proclaiming there songs into the silent morning atmosphere. Swift work was made of extracting two horses from their stalls—the grey draft for yourself and the sassy roan that Faye preferred. You tied them out by the posts and diligently set about bounding them in the leather and wool of blanket and saddle, pondering all the while your new found friendship with Faye.

She was one of Addisons daughters who happened to be near your age. You had found her to be incredibly comforting for a stranger. Addison had scolded her on your first meeting—when she had proclaimed rather bluntly that your coco and taupe colored dress made you look like a molded piece of bread. Her father had just stood there aghast for a moment before beginning to berate her, only for your laughter to cut him off. It was nice having someone say what they truly thought to you with no hesitation. Genuine people had been few in and far to come by in the wealthy circles your family danced in.

You had quickly found a repour with Faye and you ended up giving her the dress as a gift in jest. She had even proclaimed she would wear it someday.

“I’ll save it for something special” she had commented as she had held up the garment. “I can’t save it for your wedding since your already married, but perhaps if we ever have a party” You giggled as she folded the dress to be put away

“You can be the prettiest mold in the room” you retorted.

“Damn right!” She had turned to you, a grin, cheeky as could be filled her face.

Lost in your work and mind you failed to notice the girl sneaking up behind you until two hands gabbed at your waist, causing a curt and clipped yell to pass your lips.

“Faye you-“

“Just making sure you’re awake” She innocently replied, sauntering over to the other side of her horse.

“Can’t have my favorite boss falling off and getting mud in her hair or gasp even her clothes, we only have so much soap in the house.” Caught up in her teasing she had failed to notice you had taken a large flake of hay. Waiting for her to finished before throwing it up in the air and coating her in pieces of straw and grass.

“You little!” She didn’t have time to finish the insult as you hopped on your steed and began galloping away from her. Laughter filling the morning sunrise, as you rode off through the field. The sound of hooves thumping behind you became louder as she chased in pursuit. When she finally was neck and neck with you, you laughed even harder. The straw so thoroughly ingrained in her hair that it clung to her still as the wind whipped it about too and fro.

For just a glimmer of a fraction of a moment you weren’t a wealthy countess, or a reluctant wife or a successful trader. You were just a girl, smiling and laughing with a friend in the morning sun. Just this little moment of carefree splendor, it made you think perhaps that it would all be okay. Maybe not today or the next, but someday it would end up being all right. You could live with that you supposed.

“Y/n I don’ know about this, you know me and I don’t really fit in with these sophisticated types.” Faye had whined in your ear as the carriage pushed nearer and nearer your old home. You had been invited for a party to commemorate the summer solstice by your parents, and you had readily accepted it. Your older sister—who you had not seen in some time—would be in attendance with your first niece and her husband in tow. You had never actually met her husband, you had been away for business purposes, going in place of your father since he needed to be in attendance at the wedding.

Excited at the prospect of seeing your family and new niece, but reluctant to face your family alone you had strong armed Faye into attending with you.

“It’s okay Faye, you won’t have to leave my side. Just sit, look stoic and I’ll answer everything for you, it’s honestly what they would expect from you if you were my real maid.” You had come up with a simple story to sneak Faye in with you. She was your personal maid—hired by Julian to keep you well and happy while he was away.

Julian

Your mind flicked over to his face in your memory. The bright and striking eyes. The way the light of the morning sun had bounced of his hair the morning you’d said your goodbyes. You wondered what he was doing now? Sleeping in to stay up late for his next performance? Playing merrily in a town square for any who would pass by on the way to there errands? Perhaps he was simply walking in the woods on his way to the next adventure.

Yes you could picture that. The gentle sway in his step as he walked through brush and bramble. The freckles of light plunging down from the tress playing every so carefully with his countenance. Plucking out a tune to keep himself company as he went along. With only the forest and it’s inhabitance as his audience. And perhaps the creatures of the woods would stop a moment just to listen to him.

It occurred to you that Julian hadn’t actually played for you before he left. For all you knew he was dreadful at it. But, it seemed unlikely to you. Julian just seemed the type to have art weaved in his soul.

During all of your reminiscing your face had gone sour. Deep creases framing your furrowed brows as you stared into the seat of the carriage.

“Are you alright? You look like you want to throw up and scream at the same time?” Faye had asked in her blunt as always fashion. It snapped you out of your mind fog.

“I’m okay, just…” You looked out at the scenery, turning back ever so surely to the moss and greenery you grew up around.

“….missing home I suppose”

#jaskier fic #jaskier x reader #jaskier x y/n #jaskier #slow burn

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