#GET AWAY FROM HER DANDE

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

Jean as a Hybrid

genshin impact hybrid au

basic headcanons + x reader hcs

A/n: I don’t write for the women much so I’ll do that with Jean. Might do more for this hybrid au

More genshin content here: masterlist

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As a Hybrid

honestly out of all the animals that go best with jean I’d say it would be a lion

A lion really fits jean’s demeanor and personality well

A strong lioness hybrid that is the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius.

But like, Dandelion Knight - Dande-Lion, huh, huh, okay I’ll stop.

Her lion ears and tail would be the same color as her hair, that light blonde color

She’d definitely have more of a predatory instincts but she’s definitely learned how to control herself

She really does use her animalistic instincts to her advantage as a knight, but like many of the other knights who are hybrids (ex. kaeya, amber)

She does have fangs, you mostly see them when she smiles or when she growls

Being that jean has a kind and compassionate nature to her, she’s not the easiest to anger

Very much a softie despite being half big cat

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With You as a Hybrid

Jean, when it comes to you, her loving partner, she can be very protective of you

Protective to the point where she will keep you in the vicinity of her, she just wants to keep you safe and far away from danger

Though when you have to leave, she always waits for your return, she is very happy to see you again, you will get a smile and a faint purr from her

Despite Jean being as professional as they come with you being around, she’s learned to relax

Is very cuddly

Will have you in her lap as she works, her tail wrapped around your leg as a soft purr rumbles from her chest

Has a habit of grooming you with her tongue like a cat would out of affection

It’s a bit prickly because of the bristles on her tongue but it tickles

Has a habit of growling when someone gets a bit too comfortable with you for her liking, her hair will puff up in irritation to be more intimate

You’ve scolded her for scaring people off, she’d always apologize for her actions

So she is your protector yet your compassionate, loving and hardworking lover

[rudie-wr1tes]

Endless Passion- A Sandman Fan fiction

XI.  Premonition

Synopsis: In an attempt to find answers about Morpheus, Sabine questions the Endless's intentions of her sentence in the Dreaming. While venturing out to meet him, Sabine becomes familiar with the beauty and terrifying nature of his world. Morpheus has questions as well, soon realizing her ties to the Dreamstone copy are more than superficial...

The Endless confused Sabine. How fair was it of Lord morpheus to look into her deepest dreams and refuse her a glimpse of his own intentions? His cold and calculating presence frightened her at first. Then he showered her with gifts? Sabine checked the mirror reflection to complete the stain on her lips, a soft red. The day was growing brighter by the second, and her only goal was to demand answers. Her eyes met the wardrobe behind her. As tempted as she was to open it, she couldn’t fall for any more of his gifts, not yet at least. Her hands met the simple chest of drawers adjacent to her bedroom and pulled out more… Fitting attire. Arguing with a beautiful being in a ballgown wouldn’t do her arguments any good. That would be for another day. But she needed comfort- it was much warmer today than she hoped. A familiar black midi skirt and plum corset poplin blouse welcomed her. They fit her like a glove, without a single fray of cat hair glued to the material. 

As Sabine marched beyond the front palace doors, she was quickly approached by Mervyn at her side. 

“Good morning, Sabine!” He called out, “How are you feeling today?” 

Sabine paused then, and softened slightly at his presence. 

“Hi, Mervyn.” There was warmth in her voice, “I’m doing good today. How are you?” 

He leaned against the crook of his broom handle and rested his lanky limbs on its wooden branch, “Eh, I’m doing fine. Working hard, hardly working. Dream’s got me busting my hay around these corners as if I haven’t been for eons now. And don’t even get me started on the gardens out here.” 

“What’s wrong with these gardens?” Sabine asked curiously, “I don’t see anything wrong with them.” 

“Yep. Climbing dande-lions and ivy thorns.” Mervyn cringed, “Little buggers are out of place causing havoc to dreamers. He told me to warn you to stay clear until they’re gone.” 

Just as he said this, Sabine heard a not-so-little lion’s roaring call came from the nearest garden. She gasped, watching a man being chased through a trimmed hedge after what appeared to be a large beast with yellow petals for a main and green limbs for a body. Sabine covered her mouth- it was equally horrific and hilarious, as he continued running into what felt like forever away from the beast. 

 Mervyn grumbled a sigh as he formed his mop into a pitch fork. 

“We just had a new bloom of them two days ago.” He muttered, “They’re hot headed when they’re young. Once their blooms turn white, they settle a bit. Excuse me.” 

“Of course.” Sabine wavered, “Good luck with that.” 

“Thanks, kid.” He cleared his throat, leaping over hedges in record pace. Sabine couldn’t help but to laugh as he yelled, 

“Confound it, Hafsa! Leave the poor man’s undergarments alone!” 

She couldn't imagine how such a stone faced, monochromatic figure could bring such color and beauty to this world. 

A gentle flapping of wings broke her attention, as Evangeline drifted through the air onto a rose bush nearest to her.

“Miss Sabine!” She called in a  voice as soft and sweet as morning dew, “Miss Sabine! I received my first message from Morpheus for you!”

The sound of her wings and voice made Sabine’s shoulders tense at first. She was aware that the creature would be staying close, but she didn't anticipate how quickly she’d take to her side. 

“Hey!” Sabine smiled at her in the air, “What’s the message?” 

“His lordship has completed several tasks at hand for the realm and requests to meet you immediately!” She clicked in a proud tone, as if she finally remembered the exact message correctly. 

Sabine’s stomach flipped at the news. The sun was at its highest. 

“Wonderful.” Sabine flatly concealed her true tone, “But where does he exactly wish to meet? I know here in the palace, but out there?” 

“That’s fine.” Evangleine responded, “He told me to guide you. It’s only a brisk walk away from here, follow me!” 

Sabine stalled a moment to check over her shoulder.

In an idyllic spread of colorful blooms and vibrant grass, a cluster of prying eyes were spying. These figures she did not recognize, but reminded her of whimsical background characters during a fairytale ball. Their brightly colored outfits, powdered wigs, and rouged cheeks gave away whispered gossip behind brightly dyed lace fans. 

Some of the ladies hushed amongst eachother behind lace and velvet fans, giggling under their pairsols. Only a handful seemed to acknowledge her with subtle waves. 

“... Strange.” She muttered to herself. 

“Sabine!” Evangleine called out into the front courtyard, “Are you coming?” 

Sabien shifted her focus back to the task at hand, following her raven out into the warm sun. 

Crisp blue skies shimmered overhead. The front palace garden, aside from Mervyn taming a handful of Dande-lions, was similar in grace to the Garden of Earthly Delights. She wondered quietly if Bosch himself were a patron of the dreaming as mythical and other strange creatures, mixed in with humans, passed her by. A small group of children with bubbles and toys in the air ran past her, their laughter carrying warmth with them. Sabine continued forward with her march towards their meeting place, as a pit of dread formed faster in her stomach. They walked past all the whimsy, the wonder, and the bright colored enchantment of Dream’s palace, stopping at the entrance to a tree line. Evangeline waited on a fresh, higher up pine branch, a drop of unmelted snow in a wondrous forest. 

Sabine checked over her shoulder and did not realize how far they went. In a walk that felt like five minutes, it appeared miles were far between herself and the mystical pine forest. 

“He’s just one mile south of here!” Evangeline squeaked, “Just follow the path and don’t stray, and you’ll be just fine.” 

Sabine narrowed her gaze at Evangeline, “You’re not going with me?” 

“I can’t, Matthew is expecting me for training.” She sighed, “I’d love to go. This forest isn’t scary at all! You’ll be okay, miss.” 

Sabine stared into the entrance, feeling a sense of doom as a narrow dirt trail stretched for miles. He was growing near. 

“Thank you, Eva. Can I call you that?” Sabine asked. 

“Eva’s fine!” She beamed, “See you soon!” 

And with a quick flutter, she was gone. Sabine was alone, again. 

The first few steps felt normal. Sabine was pleasantly reminded of her hiking adventures with old friends during university. The sounds of distant wanderers felt familiar and reassuring. Pine fragrance was sweet and fluid through the air. She paid no mind to the dirt between her toes with each step. Birdsong and familiar animals rustling in the trees soothed her. Tall skyscrapers of green pines shining gold in the sun loomed overhead. She remembered hiking with her family as a child, feeling safe in a tent with her parents and her sister. Old, bittersweet feelings swelled in her chest. 

However, halfway through the mile, her hands grew cold. What was once a pleasant mist became a denser fog, and the sounds of familiar voices grew into a bitter silence. Not a single bird could be heard. Pine trees were frozen in time, as the atmosphere thickened. Sabine quickened her pace, crossing her arms as she walked. Her head was on a swivel as she paced forward, refusing to check for the rustling sound over her shoulder. 

“Morpheus, where are you?” She muttered. This pleasant dream was starting to remind her of old nightmares and unpleasantries. A twig snapped in the underbrush beside her. It was close. Her eyes widened, as she walked faster ahead, refusing to look back. Footsteps were following her ten paces behind, and she chose to ignore it. A hoarse voice called out her name. She refused to acknowledge it. There was a croaking laugh on faster feet.

“Come on, my child, join me for some wine.” It called. 

“Nope.” Sabine muttered, “Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope-” 

A long fingernail dragged on the edge of her blouse. This sensation alone was enough for her to bolt. Sabine fled as fast as her body could carry her, despite the dragging feeling of stumbling through quicksand. 

A raspy laugh boomed in her ears. Sabine cried out, running faster and snapping from her inner thoughts. The only entrance to a clearance was met with a comically large spider web that shimmered with dew. 

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Sabine panted. But there was no other choice. Her calves began to burn as she pushed her head down, sprinting at full speed through the finish line- feeling the wet spindles fall over her body and stick to her like glue. The strange nightmare dissipated into the fog, failing to pursue her in the warmer sunlight. Sabine, however, kept running. She forgot a moment about the ground beneath her and the purpose of meeting here, as she tripped over a loose tree branch and fell forward. A pair of strong arms caught her before her face met the cold, wet earth. 

Sabine gasped loudly as her face was inches away from the ground. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, as her arms were pinned back beneath a pair of much stronger ones. In the reflection of the puddle beneath her face, Morpheus was behind her in its reflection. 

“Must I remind you to stay aware of your surroundings, Sabine?” Morpheus uttered in an irritated tone, helping her stand back up on her feet. Sabine quickly shriveled out of his arms, fighting the sensation deep inside her that felt an alarming sense of safety within them. 

“I’m sorry? You ought to find a meeting place that doesn’t end with putting me into cardiac arrest!” Sabien retorted, “Sure, you can give me a golden latrine, but you draw the line at meeting me in the woods for Silent Hill?! And not some fanciful place like ‘The Aisle of Butterflies and Unicorns’? Or ‘The Beach of Tranquility and little Trepidation’?!” 

Morpheus’s resting gaze showed little amusement, but his gentle eyes betrayed him. Sabine quickly shuffled spider web matter off her arms, shuddering and shivering at the sensation. 

“Why did you go through that path?” Morpheus asked, “Evangline passed on my message to you.” 

Sabine was breathless, scrubbing the material off of her shoulders, “She said South and to stay on the path for a mile….” 

Morpheus raised his brow slightly, “.... She must have brought you in on the wrong end of this forest…. South is far this way. Did no one teach you your four directions in the Waking World?” 

Morpheus pointed then to a beautiful, radiant path that seemed neutral, with white butterflies flitting around branches and wildflowers beneath. 

“For fucks sake.” Sabine huffed, “No, not at all. We had google maps for that.” 

“Perhaps the next thing I can craft for you is a compass.” Morpheus observed, “To ensure this does not happen again.” 

A thin veil of sweat formed on Sabine’s forehead. Her hands balled into fists at his remarks. 

“I’m here now.” She remarked, “And I don’t need that. I can find my way just fine, thank you.” 

“As you wish.” Morpheus didn’t know why he even bothered. She was still so stubborn. 

In the small clearing, a collection of stones and balanced rocks welcomed her. Mist turned golden from the sunlight above, and the fog felt warm and heavenly. Morpheus offered a stone for the lady to sit, but she shook her hand, catching her breath. She rolled her shoulders back, her face held back in regal resolve. 

“Have you taken well to your new chambers?” He asked nonchalantly. 

Sabine laughed, but not because she was amused. This startled the Endless.

“I’m sorry.” She coughed, “I’m sorry. I’m just confused by you. You tell me all these things about how I’m supposed to stay here as payback. But then you give me everything I’ve ever wanted. Of course…. I’m enjoying it… But I don’t know how to feel about you.” 

Morpheus listened quietly, a dark ghost in the balmy forest. 

“And honestly I’m kind of pissed.” Sabine stammered, “I can’t find a better word for it because I don’t know how to trust you. You stepped deep into my head and you won’t let me know what you are. Are you bribing me?” 

“Bribery is not an objective for me.” Morpheus spoke coolly, “And if you see to it that your quarters are unsatisfactory and you see yourself a prisoner of this realm, I can make that change in an instant.” 

Sabine snapped her head back, eyes wide at his suggestion. 

“.... Kay.” Sabine stammered, “Did you not hear the part where I said I’m enjoying it?” 

“You did say that, but it does not appear you mean a word of it.” Morpheus rebutted, “I see you are frustrated and have not been given that same kindness in your past life, but things are much altered here.” 

Sabine pursed her lips and looked down at the ground. 

“I just don’t know how to trust you.” Sabine said in a lowered voice, “And trying to wrap my head around your intentions is driving me up the walls.” 

“You are afraid.” Morpheus observed. 

Sabine snorted, “Of you, yes. Of what you’re capable of. You made that thing that just chased me.” 

There was a long pause between the two aside from crows chasing a hawk overhead. 

“You should be.” Morpheus’s voice took a gravelly tone. 

Goosebumps shuddered down her arms and the nape of her neck at his tone. She could not meet his glance, as he lowered his face down to meet hers. 

“But that should not hinder you from seeking comfort in this realm. You are safe here.” Morpheus insisted, “And you do not need to wrap your head around anything. That’s what your time here is meant for.” 

Sabine swallowed, as she crossed her arms tight around her chest, “It’s going to take me some time to get used to this. You know that, right?” 

“Time is all we have.” Morpheus said, “And it is on your side- it passes differently than in your realm. It is much faster there.” 

Sabine leaned back against a bigger boulder. She could’ve sworn she felt it purr. Morpheus followed suit, barely brushing himself against its surface. His tone grew more serious. 

“The intention of you meeting here was not aimed to frighten you.” Morpheus then spoke, “But to ask how you obtained the Dreamstone copy.” 

Sabine let out a small groan as she ran a hand across her jawline. 

“That feels like so long ago now.” She sighed, “There’s a lot that was going on at that time and I vaguely remember it because of that.” 

“Try, then.” Morpheus insisted, “I have failed to track its true owner. The relic was never meant to be duplicated.” 

'There's a lot of things I blocked out during that time.” Sabine uttered, “Of course, you’d think with my study I’d be able to just figure out what was wrong by looking at my university notes. But it wasn’t so easy. Not with the nightmares that festered in my own head. I was staying up for hours to avoid them, so the lines were blurred.” 

“Understandably so.” Morpheus acknowledged. 

Sabine couldn’t shake the scrape of resentment for this. But given the time, it was out of his hands. 

“.... It came to me one night. In trying to find a cure. I looked at cross cultural references, until I found online copies of ancient texts regarding the Dreamstone and its uses. And I just…. I felt this call. The vision I had of what I could use it for, it came to me so clearly, and nothing else seemed to matter. I felt like I was losing my mind trying to search for it. It got me in some bad corners of the online space amongst poachers and dealers of…. More illegal things.” 

“How did it call to you?” Morpheus inquired. 

“I understood it wasn’t going to solve all my problems, but it would at least point me in the right direction of a cure.” Sabine admitted, “A lot of online sellers were confused online. Many said I was chasing after a unicorn. Frankly, a unicorn chase would make more sense than my judgment at the time. I wanted it that badly, I would give anything to have it.” 

Sabine’s focus fixed beyond the horizon of perfect pines. Their green dulled to a soft gray. One thing haunted her memory in relation to it. The horrific cries of pain of her dearest horse on fire. The scalded flesh, with hair burning quickly into smoke. Exposed bone, melting through flames. Morpheus saw it too, bringing it forward to her. 

“What do you remember before?” Morpheus asked. 

Sabine did not respond. She looked at nothing, her memory blocked by that recurring nightmare. 

“That’s when the worst nightmare came in.” Sabine spoke, “My horse was on fire. Running through valleys of smoke and flame. Screaming for help, calling to me. And I had no way….” 

Her eyes widened with horror. Morpheus watched her pained expression, feeling his patience thin. He knew something was deeper beneath the surface, but there was agony in her. As Morpheus examined her soul, he could hear the screams of terror and sky high flames that scorched an entire city of tropical heaven. 

Sabine hadn’t realized she stopped talking until Morpheus broke her away from the nightmare. A horse whinnied in the distance to the same pitch, making her flinch. 

“I’m sorry.” Sabine uttered, “That is all I can say for now.” 

“That was a passing nightmare.” Morpheus insisted, “You must break away from it.” 

Sabine glared at him, “How can I, if it actually happened?”

He struck a nerve and he knew it. But it was the only way to help her remember. 

Sabine pursed her lips and shook her head. 

“That’s all I can tell you.” She uttered, “I’ll tell you more another day. I just…. I can’t. I remember that too well. When you’ve had the same recurring dream for three weeks before it actually happened…. It sticks with you.” 

Morpheus was not pleased, but he understood. He could easily pluck the memory from her head in one swift touch. But the idea of it breaking her would kill him. The copy was destroyed. It wasn’t going to cause anymore harm. All inclinations pointed to the work of something much bigger than some mortal. 

“You have faced a great deal of pain.” Morpheus said, “In time, I know your honesty will come to fruition.” 

Sabine’s eyes were glassy, but her voice did not crack. 

“You make it difficult to stay angry with you.” Sabine sniffled. 

“I try to the best of my ability after years of practice.” Morpheus replied in a soothing tone, “I also bring you a message.” 

Sabine watched as he pulled a pale envelope from the inside of his coat. 

“From who?” Sabine asked. 

“From your friend, Quinn.” Morpheus spoke, “She sought me out in the Waking World following our agreement.” 

Sabine turned her head to the side, sharp eyes growing like daggers, “What, so you knew she gave me this news sooner and didn’t tell me?” 

“You were in recovery.” Morpheus thwarted, “And protesting, remember?” 

Sabine held the letter, thumbing the paper. 

“Thank you.” Sabine replied flatly, “Was she safe? And about our practice. Was it still in business, even after what happened?” 

“She was confused.” Morpheus said, “And worried. But arrangements were made to preserve your practice in your absence. The details are in your letter.” 

Matthew squacked, landing in a nearby hanging branch. Morpheus turned to him, his pale cheek glowing in the sun. 

“Someone looking for you?” Sabine asked in a nonchalant tone. 

“It appears so.” Morpheus answered blandly, “I will excuse you to read the letter. Your memories are painful and it appears you need rest from them. I must attend to Matthew.” 

“Fine.” Sabine remarked, looking him up and down, “Can you at least point me in the right direction back to your palace so I don't have someone chasing after me again?” 

Evangeline called in a soft voice, landing on the mossy purring rock beside them. 

“I’m right here!” She beamed, “Hello, my Lord!” 

Morpheus softened slightly around the raven, “Yes, Evangeline, please take Sabine back to her chambers for the afternoon to rest.” 

“I’m right here.” Sabine interrupted, “And I don’t need a nap, I’m feeling just fine.” 

Morpheus ignored her protest, motioning to Evangleine as if Sabine wasn’t there, “guide her back down this well-lit path. Did Matthew tell you?” 

“Yes, I’m sorry, Sabine.,” Evangeline sighed, “I mix up my directions all the time. I’ll do better in the future.” 

Sabine shook her head, “It’s fine now. Don’t worry about me. Just guide me back.” 

As Evangeline started to fly away, Sabine looked back at the Endless. 

“I’ll see you soon.” Sabine said, “And next time you want me to unblock some trauma, please let it be a bit more tranquil.” 

Morpheus held back a smile as a spider web floated off her shoulder. He carefully took the sprig of white string from it. The action made her flinch at first, but she shivered slightly at his touch. In his hands, he molded the string into a small white gardenia, and placed it in her hands. 

“There is tranquility in every corner of my realm.” Morpheus responded in a warmer voice, “It takes a learned eye to see its beauty.” 

That was the last thing he said before returning into the mist behind her. Sabine stood, dumbfounded by the tiny relic, something so simple as a flower that made her turn to mush inside. She stormed off into the sunlight before the urge to throw it at his spike laden head, her footsteps trudging loudly through the earth. 

Evangleine blinked nervously, following along through the air. 

“My lady?” She asked, “My lady, are you offended by the gift he gave you?” 

“He offends me in every way.” Sabine grumbled, beelining back to her chambers, “As if I can’t stay mad at him for making such pointed comments one instance and making it hard to stay angry another!” 

The gardenia’s heady fragrance was but a reminder of the Dream Lord’s elegance. His silent nature and listening ears were gracious. But his stare…. The gaze of an impatient figure. When would the patience run out, she wondered to herself, as she stormed back into her chambers with Evangeline on her heels. His intentions of comfort were not in vain. But the looming threat of him tearing through her mind for answers felt frightening. 

[moonchildstyles]

imagine y/n is over at witchrry's house for the night and she can see his aura is (whatever color a sick person would have) and she questions if he feels alright. he'd lie and say he feels fine. well in the middle of the night she notices his skin is burning up so she gets up to put a damp cloth on his skin. harry would wake up and y/n would be like "you have a fever honey. should have told me the truth when i asked if you felt ill." and he's all shivering from the fever. he'd reach down to the foot of the bed and grab dandelion to help warm him up. he could use a spell to warm the bed up but he knows he shouldn't because that would make his fever worse. then y/n would ask harry if anything else was bothering him and he'd say his stomach feels a bit icky. so she'd make him some special tea to help sooth his tummy so it doesn't get worse and he physically gets sick. he's sit up in bed and sip in the tea. then right before falling back asleep y/n would re dampen the cloth to get it cool again and lay it across his forehead. y/n would wonder why he didn't just use his magic to make himself better but she knew deep down he loved the attention she gave to him and him being sick meant even more attention then normal so she'd not ask questions and happily take care of her sick flame.

Omg:( like maybe he doesn’t realize he’s really Sick until she wakes him up bc he’s feeling so hot and then that’s when he’s like oh:( so all of that wasn’t just being hungry or needing to nap or drinking more water it was him just getting sick:( BUT HIM GRABBING DANDE TO CUDDLE W BC HE HAS THE CHILLS:((((( OH MY GOD:(((((((( and he’s just got that fever high of just saying weird stuff that doesn’t make sense so her just chattering to her and saying whatever is on his mind while she’s petting his hair back and putting that cloth to his head:( I think he’d def fall asleep before she could give him any medicine but that’s okay it gives her a minute to put some tea together and maybe scope out some of his books and see if there’s anything she can make for him that doesn’t require jer to have any kind of magic ability bc she wants to do all she can:( and I can see maybe Bonnie pawing at the front door to come in bc she could feel h wasnt doing well so she came to cuddle w her dad and keep him safe:( but ur so right he loves the attention so while she’s sure he could poof away his illness or do something to enchant a smoother and faster recovery he doesn’t bc he likes having her all over him :(

[amelikos]

Some character notes and episode notes for HZ023, writing them down for future reference.

Friede being excited about knowing there is always someone stronger than him out there really reminded me of Dande in JN, when he was talking about being scared of having reached his limit and not being able to grow further until being defeated reignited his spark. I liked the similarities there. Friede used to call himself a genius but he really dropped that whole thing after meeting Cap, and he is much more open to changes and challenges.

The fact that the strategy to face Galar Fire is based on trying to calm it down rather than beating it is just really good. I liked how Friede, Liko and Roy all exchanged ideas and brought back Kabu's words to draw a conclusion. Liko also noticed that Mibrim was crying when they faced Fire before, so she thought that there was more to it than anger.

Friede reassuring Liko and Roy before they went inside the mine again was really cute. He encourages them, but he is still there to protect them. I also like that he mentioned that if Fire tries to do the dangerous attack that drains energy, they should immediately run away instead of being reckless.

The whole confrontation with Fire was good. They had trouble reaching it, Liko tried to talk to it and know how it feels. It was nice seeing her more determined and confident and taking a step forward. When Roy felt a bit unsure when they were facing Fire, she told him it was going to be okay.

"Fighting isn't all there is to being a trainer. Learning how Pokemon feel and showing compassion for them. That's my path as a Pokemon Trainer." I love that this is Liko's path and I can't wait to see her interact with more Pokemon and get to know them better. I love how she asserted her wish.

Oliva playing a part in helping Fire was cool, since they were probably friends before as they were both Lucius' Pokemon. Friede and Roy acting as supports to enhance Nyahoja's Leafage and not let it go to waste was good team play too.

Fire looking like it was crying because of the rain was a beautiful scene. Liko feeling like Fire has a gentle side to it and a strong desire makes me curious too. I wonder if it just wants to be reunited with Lucius again, and if it'll come to Liko's help in the future.

I wonder what Rakua is. Does it refer to the paradise Lucius and his Pokemon made for themselves?

Lucius' VA is the same as the narrator in the first minutes of the first episode of HZ. I wonder if that'll become relevant later on.

I wonder why Terapagos won't go back to being a pendant anymore. Perhaps the Six Heroes being awoken one after the other gives it strength to remain in that form somehow?

I'm glad Liko and Roy got to see Kabu again and showed him their progress. Roy saying that Fire specifically trusted Liko and went into the Pokeball was good too, I like how these two acknowledge each other's strengths. Friede meeting Kabu and thanking him for helping them was cute too. I like seeing Friede interact with other characters like that, we get to hear him being polite and formal compared to usual.

Liko being excited about adventure at the end! And Terapagos being hidden in Friede's jacket was cute too.

I wrote about it in a separate post, but Amethio's appearance at the end felt a bit ominous to me. He does prioritize things, though. Fire was not his objective so he didn't try to interfere. Conia pointed out that they have nothing to show despite coming all the way to Galar, but he is optimistic. They do have something to show for it, because they saw Terapagos (which implies that they were watching Liko and the others from afar when they were facing Fire). So while he wasn't necessarily trying to follow Liko and the others after being removed from the mission, now he takes it upon himself to chase them again and steal Terapagos. I wonder if we'll get to know a bit more about his character during the climax of this current arc? He seems stubborn about showing results and achieving something for the Explorers.

Both Amethio and Liko took decisions in this episode, in very different ways. It's interesting how he seems to keep falling more and more, while Liko is growing more and more determined and is finding herself in contrast.

Also, Amethio is often present whenever they come across the Six Heroes. He was there when Liko and Roy met Rayquaza, he was there for Galar Fire too. Terapagos also showed itself when he was around (and Amethio was the one who unintentionally triggered his first appearance in the first episodes when the pendant protected Liko). I wonder if he'll still be there somehow when Liko and Roy will meet the others Six Heroes.

Overall, cool episode! I love how Liko connects with different Pokemon and reaches out to them. I wonder how Friede and Amethio escaped from Fire though (will that be brought up in the future or not, etc).

I can't wait for Liko, Roy and Friede to meet Diana and to learn more about Lucius. Hamber (the butler from the Explorers) knowing Diana by name (as shown in the trailer for the climax of this arc) makes me curious too. I had a feeling that Diana knew the Explorers. Perhaps she was Gibeon's friend before?

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: the 10th doctor Realizing he loves you

you weren't the typical companion the Doctor ever had. you weren't mortal Sure you look like a human, acted like one and were even raised on Earth. buty you were from a distant planet that was Now Destroyed. you always Joke you were the "real life" Superman. being brought to earth on a space ship to go to earth for a second chance in life. and if you had "powers " Like Clark Kent the Doctor would of agreed but the Only ability you had was you aged slower. once you hit 20 you stopped aging.. and with your spiecies you wont age.. you will be alive. for tens of thousands of years. as long as you don't get murdered. you were the last of your speices. so when the doctor found you standing ontop of a table singing "Opps I did it again." he noticed you were completely different from humans. it was a small adventure saving the world from a Man eating Pudding that you joined the doctor and helped save the world and it took the doctor near the end of that jounrey to realize. you weren't human.

you also learned at that moment you were adopted. your parents never told you. those you figured you were.. it was just an unspoken conversation. the biggest Give away that they weren't your birth parents. was they weren't the same Skin tone as you.. and Genengically you knew- it didn't match.

but it was the first time it was spoken out loud. you decided to Join the Doctor on the Tartus when he said it could go Anywhere and Any time... that moment you realized you HAD to know how King tut acturally died. you loved Anicent Egpytain as a kid.. it came from the Brandon frasier Mummy movie. your frist love. being a Dorky Kid you read alot about the Boy king and there was so many different theories about how he died, inbreding being the most popular at the moment but it could of been because of an infection in his leg, from a wound he may or May not have got in battle, a Rotton Tooth, or his advsior Ai killing him so he coudl be with his wife.. who was also he's royal advisors granddaughter. but you were Dying to Know so the Doctor reached out his hadn and you grabbed it and ran off to Learn the mystery of the King..

the answer wasn't as thrilling as he died because of a chariot accident, or in battle. Or even because of Inbreeding (which you were leaning towards) it wasn't even because his Advisor wanted him dead so he could Rule.. Nope- he died From Disinterri and the Advisor and his wife couldn't have the King be remembered for that so they screwed with his body. you did get to see / Steal the dagger that was made from a meteorite. which- you had in your room. but the boy king wasn't as exciting- but then the doctor took you to Kalka a planet that you can breath under water and you forgot about the lame adventure. its been months. you were sitting in the Tarius it was raining accid outside. and the Tartus was parked in a cave as you read a book. the doctor was checking out the Tartus to make sure it was fine from the acid as you were reading yoru favorite book. you read it several times. it was a romantic book and the doctor snickere dand mocked you when you read it but you didn't care. you were at the heartbreaking part. your feet were laying over the arm rest as you were laying across the chair one hand holding the book the other having your mouth being covered by the other. Nod matter How many times you read the book it still stuns you at the part where the leading Man leaves. he chooses work over love and ditches the women he loves.. who he just married too. On their honeymood on a Island.

The doctor came in seeing you whip a tear awy from your face and seeing the cover of the book. he couldn't understand you re rereading a book, espically one that had a ending you always complined about- the leading lady Dumps her husband. who was trying to make amends for her second pick. you debut how she didn't really love him and how She was choose him because he worships the gronds she walks on vs the other guy. the doctor couldn't understand it.

seeing you smile weakly to yourself as you got to a Funny comeback someone said in the book. hte doctor couldn't help but feel his chest warm up. he hadn't noticed he felt differently towards you until last week. when you both visited a different Dimenison where King louie the fith was asking you to become his new wife. you declined saying you ahd the doctor. it wasn't abnormal for you Or him to just tell people you were togeher. on a mission. it was far simiplier then 'Oh we just travel time and Sapce togeher"

but this time. was different. this time the King made you prove that you were married to the Time lord.. The doctor noticed you get waves of bravery that sometimes your So brave and fearless he's stunned. And he can see the years of wisedom in your face. as you do something. and other times... you are scared of a big Moth and Shove him infront of you to deal with it. that day you were fearless and you pulled the doctor by he's jacket towards you as you kissed him. and Since that kiss he couldn't get you off his mind. you were like he other compaions in the past. the biggest thing that Seperated him from them. was the fact he woudl live on. when they died. and humans die So quickly. You on the other hand weren't going to die Quickly. your speices can live on for thousands of years.. it wasn't forever like him but over ten thousands years. of this? he barely hoped to dream. about Not being lonely. but he could see a real future. and that scared him. he wasn't meant to have normal things life a partner or stability but you weren't Nomral. and it was finally clicking into his mind how wonderful he's life could be. he already saw you as he's best friend. but now he wasn't so Sure if that was all.

he must of made a noise because before he could hide, or pretend he wasn't just watching you. you looked up from your book and saw the doctor. you smiled fixing yourself up from the chair, "Acid rain stop?"

"No dry as rain."

"Dry as rain?" you questioned as he smiled walking over to you reaching his hand out, "ready for a adventure?" you nodded your head as you reached up grabbing his hand. he's entire hand can cover your entire hand. the first thing you Did once 18. was go to a plastic surgeries to see if a doctor could make you rhands bigger. you swear at the age of 13 your hands stopped growing. you had tiny hands and the Moment anyone ntoiced how tiny your hands were it was A HUGE topic of conversation so much so that you felt uncomfortable about flashing your hands around. of All the things you wished you had different on you, slimmer, bigger boobs, none of that compared to your hatred to your hands.. then you learned that Hand transplant for comsic. Not a thing. the Doctor suggested other surguries which you refused as he suggested getting Long Nails..

Which you tired. for years in high school to grow your nails out. to make them long and fancy. but your nails were brittle. you always chipped them in the most inconvinent time and always right down to the quick. and having One short nail and nine long nails drove you crazy. then you figured. getting the Gel tips. would be the soultion.. but you did the math.. 80 dollars a month. MAYBE two if you can push it.. but then with the tip it was basically 90.. and 90 times 12 is TOO MUCH MONEY! SO you decided Short and trimmed nails and the just try to get over your insecurities. it wasn't a big deal till you met the Doctor. you mentioned it Once how you wanted hands transplants. cause your hands were So tiny ( you fit childerns gloves! with No issue)

The Doctor was horrified as he grabbed your hands asking why. and said how beauitful your hands were. and how he could never get use to you having someone elses hands. and how your little hands fit perfectly in his hands which. made your heart Glow. you had crushes before and had a few partners. But None of them EVER Made your heart glow by a sweet comment.

getting dragged up you got up as He and you walked outside hand in hand.as you walked outside to still be in the cave to see the rain started again.

"yea..I choose Life.!" you comment turning back as the doctor pulled you back as he speaks, 'You know you've been traveling with me now for two years. One earth."

"Really?" it couldn't have been that long. it only felt like yesterday you met the doctor as he wrapped your arm around his and held your hand with both hands as he spoke, "You still like it?"

"Do I still like traveling? and exploring? yea? Yeah, I love it."

"Not getting tired of me yet?" shaking your head weakly, 'Nah- you are anything but Boring Doctor. I would Never use the word boring to describe you."

"What word would you use?'

looking at him as you spoke, " Fascinating." The doctor grinned brightly at you as he nudged you, 'Anything else?"

"Wonderfully- humble." You both laughed as you spoke, "And what about me? what word would you use to describe me?"

"Beloved."

you laughed weakly shaking your head and looking at the rain. the doctor smiled weakly as he spoke, "I Love you Y/n?'

you turned to him speechless. "really?"

he nodded his head face, "yup."

"I love you too."

you btoh turned to each other as you stepped closer to him as he cupped your cheek softly as you shared a simple kiss

[oh-katsuki]

Jealousy (Connie x Reader)

phases of love collab | masterlist

Pairing: Connie x Reader

Summary: You take Sasha’s place. 

Content Warnings: Implied aot ending spoilers, smut, angst, character death (reader), some fluff, romantic sex, slight cockwarming, drugs / alcohol

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This hurt me to write so I hope it hurts to read. Thank you so much to @dande-lion​ and @eremiie who beta-read this and gave me so many suggestions because I didn’t like the way I worded it. I would not have been able to be happy with this without you, ILYSM

For @mikaberries​ collab! Thanks for letting me participate!

Connie’d never loved like this before. He can’t recall a single time in his life that he’s felt so truly connected to someone, so deeply ingrained in someone else’s being that he doesn’t know who he’d be without them. 

Connie had you wrapped in his body, dick buried in you so deep and legs intertwined so gently. His delicate fingers sunk into your skin as one wrapped around your waist, the other around your head. There was nothing rough about tonight, nothing exemplary or particularly outstanding except for the fact that he was hopelessly in love with you. 

Connie was infatuated with you. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel enough of your skin against his as he fucked himself up into you with steady flicks of his hips. You felt so good around him, hips grinding to meet his with gentle moans. He wishes he could have this moment forever, wrap it up and keep it in his pocket so he can feel it whenever he needs to. The way your gummy walls hugged him or how you breathed in low and deep sighs with each of his thrusts. 

“So beautiful…” He exhaled against your skin, pulling back to take the hand from your head and run his thumb along the plump skin of your cheek. 

You gave him a lazy smile, eyebrows furrowed together in focus and pleasure as he leaned in to kiss you. It was delicate at first, pumping into you slowly, keeping up his sluggish pace. Connie was taking you in, appreciating the feel of your lips on his and the way you tasted like sweat and sex and something akin to cinnamon. 

Connie wasn’t working towards a goal, arm wrapped lazily around your body, sticky with sweat while he admired your feel.That was the best way to put it— he was simply letting you both admire each other’s feeling, whispering sweet nothings, he just wanted to love you. So he fucked into you languidly, mind clouded over and head spinning. 

He could remember clearly every moment like this he’d had with you and he was about to lock away this one with the first time he saw you, your first kiss, your first time. He doesn’t know why this moment in particular strikes him so deeply, but the way you look and your cunt fluttering around him has his heart swelling with love and pride. 

You’re his. 

There was nothing to be discontent with, no doubt seeded in his heart about another man, no jealousy bubbling in his gut. You were only his and he knew it, he could feel it in the desperate little sighs of his name as you came closer to your high, heat building in your stomach as the candle beside the bed dimmed as it burned through its wick. 

The two of you had been like this for hours, Connie unwilling to let you go until he’d felt you come undone around him so much that he’s all you think about— you’re all he thinks about. He was already all you thought about though, already taking up the most space in your mind even when you weren’t creaming around him. Still, you couldn’t complain, so wrapped in his smell and feel that you let him keep rutting his hips into you, arms looped around his body and fingers digging into the muscles of his back. 

But it’s true, Connie’s love for you was incredible and you felt it with every stroke of his big hand against you, in the way your skin buzzed as if it were whispering its own sweet words between his. Words of praise whispered over the pillow, lips brushing past each other’s ear to mumble quiet “I love you’s” that rattle through each other's bodies like coins down a well. 

When you finally came undone in a steady rise, like water bubbling delicately over the edge of a too-full container, you whimpered, teeth sinking into the muscle of his shoulder. Your legs trembled as he held you tightly, slowing his movements and letting you bury your face into him, looking for anything to ground you as your body rolled. 

Connie loved your voice, the whine of his name that spilled from your lips and the way your cunt clenched around him, pillowy and soft. He loved you and with that profound knowledge, soon met his own high with a stutter of his hips, cumming deep into you as he buried himself to the hilt. 

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other, Connie unmoving within you as you panted against each other before your breathing fell into an even rhythm. How was he supposed to let you go? How could he be expected to pull out and let you pad to the toilet. It would only be a few minutes but he found himself dreading the moment you stirred in his arms. He’d let you meld yourself to him like this if it were possible. 

“You know that I’ve got to get up.” You chuckled into his chest, turning your head to glance to the nightstand. “And I’d like to get up before that candle burns through and I have to stumble through the dark.” 

It was growing dim, nearing the end of its life span as it casted a low light across the bedroom. Connie’s desk was faintly illuminated in the corner but you were focused on the way the light danced over his features, displaying the apples of his cheeks that rounded with his smile. 

“I know,” he sighed, pulling you closer, “just don’t wanna let you go right now.” 

“You big baby, it’s only a few minutes.” You say, peeling yourself from him and pulling him out of you gently. 

He was soft already, but the act itself was intimate and you could feel the way he started to spill out of you as you moved to the other side of the room, wrapping a robe around yourself before leaving the bedroom. 

Connie watched you as you left, admiring your hips and your figure as you receded into the darkness. How had he gotten so lucky? He somehow managed to snag the girl the entire regiment was crazy for, and– as you both moved through the ranks– managed to fall so irrevocably in love with you that he’s forgotten who he was without you. 

Still, he wouldn’t trade it for the world, wouldn’t trade you for the world. 

He was deep in thought by the time you returned to bed, discarding the robe and snuggling up beside his naked figure. 

Of all the things that had changed recently, you hadn’t. You remained the woman he loved more than anything, still smiling. He remembers the way you’d joke with your friends and squad, evenings spent laughing at a pub with all of the captains after your promotion. 

Every major event of his life had been spent with you and you both had made it out clean, more appreciative of the love you shared. Connie cherished every part of you, every fleeting moment with you. 

And he was certain that he’d do it for the rest of his life. 

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They’d suspected that Eren had gone awol. That he’d gone off on his own. Connie should have stopped him, they could have talked some sense into him before he fled to Marley, attacking a congregation of world leaders and forcing the Scout Regiments hand. 

You both had separated so quickly, each moving away from each other in your own individual squadrons without so much as a stay safe. You both always did. Connie couldn’t have imagined that you’d be one of the six who didn’t make it home. 

He couldn’t have guessed that the child would sneak aboard the ship and point the rifle toward Sasha’s chest. But Connie could have predicted the way you jumped in front of her, moving before you had time to think to shield his best friend from the shot. 

Connie would never forget the look in your eyes as your blood seeped and pooled onto the cold floor of the airship, his warm hands pressed to your cooling chest, covered in a thick layer of your blood. You looked content, the same look you’d flash at him before any expedition. You were at peace and you smiled up at him. A far too pleased smile for someone who was slipping from Connie’s hands faster than he could process— faster than he wanted you to. How could you be smiling? He was losing you. 

 It was like you to take a shot for a friend. You always put your comrades before yourself like that.

You and Sasha were both brave that way, the only difference being that today, Sasha would return home to her lover and you would not. Your body would stay in the morgue for the night before they placed you six feet below the ground in a graveyard not far from where you lived. 

How is it that you could be so close so far away at the same time?  He’d never get to feel your body against his again, never hear your laugh that rings like chimes on a spring day, and looking at your grave after the funeral procession, he could only think about how quickly your blood had cooled on the floor of the airship. Connie stared at the fresh dirt under the headstone, trying to bring anything but your lifeless eyes to mind. He tried to think of your smile, of the crinkle in your eye whenever he’d say something stupid, but instead he was reminded of the uncharacteristically stiff way your body laid in the airship and the wan tone of your skin as your precious years drained from your face. 

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As time passed jealousy bled into Connie’s life. Slowly at first, in the waning hours of the morning when he’d be awake and full of drink. He found himself thinking about you constantly, your picture flashing through his mind with startling clarity. 

He’d wake up in the middle of the night, grabbing at the sheets beside him– searching for you, wondering in his half asleep state where you’d gone, only to be reminded that this time you weren’t coming back to bed. You’d no longer take your trips to the bathroom and you were much farther away than a few minutes. Instead, he was reminded that he’d have to spend a lifetime without you. 

A lifetime without your presence. How unfathomable. So he buried himself in drink, in alcohol, in fighting a war he no longer had a reason to fight. It was bearable that way, his days without you. He was occupied. Working until his hands shook and his feet ached, then drinking to quell the pain. It was all he knew in those following days, working for a peace you’d never know, drinking to forget your time together, sleeping in hopes that he’d see you in another world. But the next world wasn’t for him. Life mercilessly kept him alive, despite his carelessness in the fight.

When the war finally ended and things came to a quiet halt, everything became harder. Eldia rebuilt its streets, patching up the wounds that battle had left on it, and with the power of the titans gone, Eldians were negotiating their terms of peace and fighting the good fight to total freedom. Connie found it difficult now to focus on anything but your absence. 

He’d move down the cobbled streets of Marley and be reminded of you at every turn, reminded of something you’d never get to see. He thought of your plans for the future and the way you’d agreed to marry him once peace finally came, but peace came and went without you. 

The summer months in Marley were the most beautiful. They brought couples and children and laughter. You’d have loved them. In between peace negotiations, Connie would let himself wander through the streets. Why he even bothered to go outside? He had no clue, but he still did it everyday without fail, wandering until he ended up in the same place he always did. He’d find a seat in the park and watch the couples, listening to the way the ocean sounded as it beat against the shore. 

It was supposed to make him feel better, supposed to remind him that things were okay now. But all he felt was unimaginable rage. A rage that grew brighter with each gust of wind and each rustle of leaves. Each happy chuckle of passing couples and each aimless laughter of stumbling children. Connie was jealous, perpetually and undeniably. 

He was jealous of the time the two of you never got. Jealous of the people who would spend their lifetimes with their lovers and get to cradle their children. Jealous of his own time, the years he had left ticking by slowly and twisting the knife in his gut with each turn of the month on a calendar. He was jealous of Marco who was no doubt with you now, jealous of Erwin and Miche and anyone they’d ever lost because they were with you.

Why did everyone else get so much time? What made them so different from you? Connie couldn’t understand a world where someone else deserved to survive to see the end when you didn’t, where people other than the two of you got enough time to live out their lives. 

Connie didn’t have that luxury and you surely didn’t either. 

The weight piled on, the greed, disgust, and envy weighed on his shoulders like boulders. A person can only take so much, can only struggle for so long under such a profound feeling. 

It was the day the negotiations were finished, the day the war came to a true end and Eldians were no longer discriminated against legally, that he broke. 

He fell to his knees in his temporary apartment after getting home and seeing the bare walls, the ones that lacked pictures because he’d never gotten to take any of you. You would have loved today, would have pulled him into the living room to dance or even invited all of your remaining friends to your shared apartment to celebrate. Connie could practically hear you telling him to appreciate the day, your voice chiming like bells in the recesses of his mind. It was haunting. 

“Fuck!” He shouted, slamming his fist onto the counter and collapsing to the floor as sobs wracked through his body. 

His friends had followed him to his apartment, worried for him. They had been for a while and today was the breaking point, watching him sway down the steps of the courthouse without so much as a word. They could hear him crying through the walls, hear the guttural cries that seemed to push through him so angrily. 

Connie’s stomach was twisting in painful knots, it was years of being tired, years of missing you crumbling all at once in a crescendo of anger and unimaginable grief. He was sick, his heart wrenched in his chest, hammering against his ribcage, something your heart could no longer do. 

It was sickening, how his bones wracked and how his shoulder shook with every shuddering sob. His own walls were finally let down and his veiled emotions crashed over him appallingly fast. How did he carry around this weight, this grief, for so long? 

Connie couldn’t pick his head up from his hands when his friends came in, ushering themselves past the entrance to crouch on the floor with him, Jean’s arm bracing his frame and helping to keep him upright. They let him cry like that for a long while, letting the sounds echo through an apartment that should have had you in it. 

They all missed you, but they had already done their mourning. In doing so, they’d left Connie behind to fend for himself. Left him alone like you had. 

“She’s watching from somewhere, Connie.” Jean’s voice piped up, low and reassuring.

“Y’know-” Connie choked out, sniffling. “Everyone talks so much about this a-afterlife.”

Another sob wracks through him. 

“About his place where the dead go once they’ve finished their time here.” He was shouting now, voice rising. 

“I just wish that maybe there was some fucking proof that she’s still there.” His fists balled up against the floor. This time Connie doesn’t try to stop the cries to talk, he pauses to let himself sob before speaking again. “Because right now I can’t find a single reason to believe she’s out there and I don’t know what I’d do if I never got to see her again.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to move on? How do I carry this weight? How can I keep taking steps forward when she’s not at the end?” Connie’s eyes snap up to Jean, his hand coming to grab his wrist. 

His eyes were pleading, crying for an answer, something, somebody to tell him that there was something to look forward to. That you would be at the end of this stupid game called life. His  voice came up from the deepest recesses of his body. Eyebrows pulled up in anguish, eyes glassy with tears that refused to let up as he peered into his best friend’s eyes. Connie knew he couldn’t answer, knew that there was no one secret to getting through this, that he’d have to power through on his own. But he was so angry, so exhausted from fighting. 

“Why did it have to be her!” He gasps, eyes going wide as realization courses through his shaking body. “Why didn’t she get more time, why didn’t she get to fucking see today?! Why was it me? _____ would have known what to say today, would have had the perfect words. I’ve never had them, never had anything to say.” 

Connie inhaled deeply, blinking until limpid tears decorated the fabric of his uniform. “I need her here. I need her.” 

That was the last thing he said that night, letting himself cry on the floor in the company of his friends who tried in vain to calm him. He raged against fate, body heaving in tremendous sobs that left his chest feeling emptier than before, inhaling in great pulls because with each cry he could feel the water flooding his lungs. Invading, violating, and wretched with every wail. Everything served as a reminder for his jealousy, ugly and painful in its existence. 

Connie knows you’d have hated this. 

Could you see him right now? Were you watching in the months to come as he hit his lowest low before slowly starting to pick himself back up, finally formally forgiving Gabi even though he hadn’t blamed her for a long while. 

It took a long time for him to gain that semblance of normalcy and once he returned to Eldia from overseas, he went straight to your grave, finally able to face your name scrawled on the headstone once again. Connie hadn’t expected it, but with time the jealousy faded into a dull ache. He spent hours in the graveyard that day, staying with you until the sun had long set over the horizon and the air nipped at his skin. Connie would take any time he could have with you, even if it was like this. And as he sat there talking about the newfound peace, he hoped you could hear him. 

He was filled with regrets about you. He wishes he had made you laugh more or studied the way you threw your head back in a smile because after so many years the memory had faded to little more than a silhouette. Connie wished he had taken pictures of you, kissed you on the day he met you, married you. But he couldn’t.

Connie wondered if you were watching him all the time. Did you watch his healing, the way he picked himself back up after being shattered and broken for so long. Maybe he’d glued part of you to him when he patched himself up, maybe he still gets to carry some of you with him in the corner of his heart he knows is reserved for you.

Did you see the day he met her? The woman he’d marry one day. She’d caught his eye because she reminded him so much of you, especially in her smile. Connie couldn’t help but think you’d had something to do with it, some cosmic influence that led her to him. 

He thought of you on his wedding day as his bride moved down the aisle, radiant in her beauty. Connie loved her the way he loved you, deeply and honestly. He thought of you the day his first child was born and on every day after that because he saw you in every part of his little girl. He saw you in the way she laughed and the way she ate, the way she stood up after scraping her knee to keep running. 

Connie told his wife about you, about the love he lost, and his daughter thought of you as family, despite never meeting you. Your name fell from his family’s lips so often that it was like you’d never left this world in the first place. 

He healed, Finally, time began moving again and that sickening envy slipped from his veins like melting ice. He was no longer jealous. 

He still goes to your grave, every Sunday. He brings his family and sits his daughter on his lap to tell stories about you, about every aspect of you. Partly because he wants her to know, but also so that he can remember. It’s like a prayer, uttering your name as they sit in the grass that had long grown over the dirt with such reverence, such adoration. 

The wind moves through the trees, shaking leaves from their late summer bloom and Connie swears he can hear you laughing, deep and rich and so like you. 

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[shoftiiel]

bound to you: 7

"i am blind okay!"

synopsis: y/n is the new girl in town, she would like to escape from her past and begin a new life without any romance drama, but what happens when she caught the attention of a certain boy who happens to be one of her brother’s best friends.

word count: 1k

warnings: cursing, that's it i think

a/n: sooooo, this is not proof read so there migth be more than one mistake or typo

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“Are you serious!” riki still couldn't believe it. he had lost all hope of joining the dance team, it is safe to say that he was more than excited. “y/n, y/n how do I look?” he was as nervous as he was excited, he was just a kid, you found him cute.

“y/n, look someone is coming” he started doing tiny jumps “is it him?”

“i dont know”

“how come you don't! it's your brother!”

“I am blind okay! I am not wearing my glasses” Riki just groaned.

A tall boy approached you, when he got closer you could see that it was not your brother, still a small smile appeared on your face. “hey y/n! what are you doing here?”

“well sunghoon you see, i am the reason you are doing this audition”

“oh so you must be the kid from japan” he looked at riki who was hiding behind

“y-yes, that's me”

“wheres jake? you asked, you were confused because he was the one who told you to be there at 6, yet he was late.

“Him and Jay are coming, are you nervous?” sunghoon asked you

“me? why?”

“it's the first time you are meeting Jake's friends, isn't it?

with the riki situation you had forgotten about that part, but that was not important, you had to be there to support riki

“oh look here they come” Riki said as he saw two people walking towards you.

one of the two boys was your brother, the other one was a blond guy, his hair was probably bleached, from what sunghoon told you you assumed he was Jay he was so attractive, where the hell does Jake get hot friends?

“and who you might be?” the blond guy said to you in a flirty tone, to which Jake reacted in not the best way.

“hey hey, fuck off jay” it was weird to see Jake react that way “she is my baby sister, stop it” if he has known you were his little sister he wouldnt have said anything.

“where is heeseung?” Jake was already annoyed by the fact that his friend had tried to flirt with you, but the fact that one of the team members wasn't there irked him. Jake could be a nice guy who gave off golden retriever vibes, but when he was angry he turned into a different person. “He said he had something to deal with he’ll be late” Jake just rolled his eyes and turned his gazo to riki, who was more scared than nervous, the jake that you had described to him was nowhere to be found.

“lets go inside” that was the only thing Jake said, the other two boys followed him, riki just looked at you, you gave him a slight nod, it might be a small gesture but it definitely calmed him. Once you were all inside de dande studio, Jake pulled out a chair and gave it to you, he smiled at you, how was it possible that it was the same boy who was about to kill his friend no less than 5 minutes ago. Sunghoon noticed the small gesture, he was definitely going to tease him about his soft spot for you later.

“All right kid” Jake was looking at Riki. “Let's see what you got, from what my sister told me you have quite a background, so let's just start with a quick warm up and then we'll let you do some improvisation, okay?

Riki just nodded and they began right away. It was your first time watching riki dance. It's safe to say that you were mesmerized by him, he was eating the dance floor and it was just the warm up. You knew Jake better than anyone, you could tell he was also impressed by riki. When Riki finished his improv, the other 3 boys in the room were clapping, the big smiles in their faces could not be hidden, it was safe to say that riki was a new member of the team.

“Thank you” Riki mouthed to you. “you deserve it '' riki's smile just grew bigger when you said this.

They were all talking and congratulating Riki when Jay approached you, “hey” you tuned yo him “ummm, sorry about earlier, i had no idea you were jake’s sister”

“oh it's okay jaja”

you were talking with jay when you heard Jake's voice, he is being overprotective again, you thought, but it was not the case “y/n we are going out to celebrate our new member, you coming? “

“oh no i can't, i have somewhere else to be” he gave you what you call the dad look “maybe next time”

“alright just text me when you get to your dorm, of if you need anything”

“yeah” you just said as you were walking toward the door, you had the art club meeting. You were sure it had ended by now, but probably Junwon and Sunoo were still around. When you opened the door you bumped into someone.

“oh sorry” you just said and continued walking. You didn't realize that the boy you bumped into just stared at you, it was the same voice that he had heard before. He was sure, but who were you? how come he had never seen you before?

“Lee heeseung!” jake yelled “you better have an explanation, why are you late”

“Who was that?” Jaked rolled his eyes for the thousand time that day “she is my sister, she is off limits got it”

“And who is this?” heeseung pointed at riki,”he is the new member of the team” he was very confused, he skipped practice one day and suddenly jake has a sister and the team a new member?

“So why were you late?” sunghoon asked him, “ummmmm i had to talk to a professor about my grades” he lied through his teeth, jay who was the only one who knew the real reason was shocked, heeseung never lied, why was he not telling the truth? Did he find something?

“ So we have a new member!” He said trying to change the subject, “you should have seen him, he is a dance machine” everyone was praising riki but heeseung’s mind was somewhere else, should he tell jake that his sister is the owner of the sketchbook he found? Did Jake have any idea of what his sister is going through?

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Three Fics Tag Game

I was tagged by @anonymousdandelion for this game: name your most popular fic and two “hidden gems” that haven’t circulated as much. Most Popular Fic: Untitled Goose Fic. (G / 2,908 words) Summary: It's a lovely week in the South Downs, and Crowley is at war with a Horrible Goose. I wrote this fic shortly after Untitled Goose Game released, when it was at peak popularity-- and when the Good Omens show was only 4 months old, so fandom was buzzing. I actually hadn't even played Goose Game yet, but I watched some Let's Plays to get an idea. This was one of those glorious fics that fell nearly fully-realized into my head, I think I wrote the whole thing over the course of two or three days. It's also probably the closest thing to a 5+1 that I've written. I'm still really proud of it, and I wish I could recapture the comedy tone for some of the other WIPs I have planned, but no luck yet.

Hidden Gem #1: One Step Forward (T / 3,630 words) Excerpt:

It's not going to work.

It's been two days. Two days of Aziraphale scouring his collection, desperately searching for any hint on the nature of Crowley's curse or how to break it. Two days of practically sleepless work on the dragon's part, and they've got nothing to show for it.

Crowley's time is almost up. This time tomorrow he'll be nothing, just a snake slithering on its belly in the dirt, and there's nothing he can do about it.

Bile rises in his throat at the thought.

They'd known it would be difficult going in, of course. King Lucifer is known far and wide as a master of the magical arts. Even Aziraphale had admitted that breaking one of his curses would be a challenge. But he'd also been sure that they'd find something.

Aziraphale is still trying to put on a brave face, but Crowley can see how his posture has changed. The dragon has curled in on himself more and more as the hours tick past, his ears drooping, his feathery tail tucked tight against his side. He won't admit it out loud, still gamely muttering about how there are “plenty more books to check, dear fellow, don't worry,” but Crowley knows.

This isn't going to work. Part 2/3 in my Fantasy AU where Aziraphale is a Dragon and Crowley is a thief. This bastard of a fic got 95% done and then my brain refused to finish the last few paragraphs for nearly a year. I'm still chipping away at Part 3. Hidden Gem #2: Erosion (G / 1,234 words) Excerpt: "Look, kid," she said. "Earthbending isn't like your wishy-washy, sissy waterbending. Water constantly shifts and flows. It's always moving, so it's not that hard to move it where you want it. Earth is completely unyielding. If you show the slightest hesitation, it will crush you and grind your bones into dust. Do you have the patience? The stubbornness? The pure iron-clad balls to take on the might of the earth itself?"

She was shouting, and Korra had to fight not to flinch back from the authority in that voice.

"Yes!" she said.

"What?"

"YES!" she shouted back.

"PROVE IT," the old woman said, and turned away. When Korra moved to chase after her, a giant wall of earth rose up to block her way. It seemed the conversation was over. A short fanfic I wrote for Legend of Korra, back when all we had was a single promo image of Korra standing and looking over the city. As a result, this ended up being a complete AU, but to be honest I think I still like my version of old lady Toph better than what we got in canon.

I think most anyone I would tag has already been tagged by Dande, so I won't add anyone else, but feel free to play along if you like!

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Supporting Satoshi - an examination and comparison of JN36 and XY121

Part Two: Dragging your friends into sandstorms is also not a recommended way to treat depression but at least this one worked

So back to journeys, where Satoshi has just lost three battles in a row and a sandstorm is luring people in over in Hoenn.

Goh is immediately excited about the prospect of a pokemon hiding in the sand and goes to ask Satoshi about coming along. It's a fun note of Goh's character devlopment that his immediate wish is to go together. Goh at the start of the season would easily have abandoned Satoshi to go research on his own, but it doesn't even cross his mind for a second in this episode. Great work Goh!

Satoshi's not doing too hot. He's curled up in a corner talking to himself about how he's dropped a whole class. Goh tells him to cheer up, it was only a few battles, this does not work. Another similarity to the xy episode.

We can see more of the root of the problem here, that Satoshi fears he won't be able to live up to his dreams and that trying is fruitless. Now I know we're on the jp dub but I really wanna shout out the english, because in the english dub satoshi says "Battling (Dande)'s a dream I should get out of my head, I don't deserve it."

"I don't deserve it", like I don't think there's a clearer way to represent the issue here than this line. He doesn't "deserve" to battle Dande, he doesn't even deserve to dream about it.

Goh dismisses these ideas and drags Satoshi out to Hoenn to go find the pokemon in the sandstorm.

They get to the sandstorm, Goh's excited, Satoshi's still upset. Back to the tried and true method of "just don't be sad"! Which of course, does not work.

We can already see the similarites to Serena in Goh's actions. Both try their hardest with genuine intent to cheer up Satoshi using methods that work for them. (You can argue Serena was trying a bit harder here since Goh had alternate motives at play). However, what changes here is what they do afterwords.

The problem of dismissing someone's negitivity as not like them remains and I'm still salty about it, but at least in this senario Goh is affirming Satoshi's postivity and not getting upset with him while he's actively upset. It's marginally better but the problem remains.

But that's not why I love this episode. What matters to me is what comes next.

Despite the distraction, Satoshi's still caught up in his eariler problems. He hasn't actually resolved them, so he can't let them go yet.

The boys make their way through the sandstorm, Goh rescues some people from the sandtrap, its going alright. At least until we run into flygon. Or more specfically, until Goh asks Satoshi for his help battling Flygon.

This is Satoshi's expression when Goh asks him for help. Despite agreeing, he's clearly hesitant about this. He doesn't feel confident in his ability to battle the Flygon. He's so out of it he forgets the type match ups, and uses electric moves on a ground type, which of course are ineffective.

Satoshi continues to self loathe, berating himself for not thinking. His hat begins shading his eyes when this happens! He gets caught up in his mistakes and begins to feel as though everything is hopeless.

Now, Goh doesn't do any of the 'no don't say that, you have to believe in yourself' stuff here. Instead, he keeps battling. He instead redirects the focus back to the fight, which is sort of the more pressing issue. It's also a good way of dealing with the problem as well! Goh's actively strategizing, looking for the next step to take. By doing that he's telling ash, indirectly, not to give up yet because there are still concrete steps to take, and that things aren't hopeless!

Satoshi is still paying attention to the battle though, and picks up on Goh's strategy. Goh and Satoshi also share a glance with each other when Flygon disappears under the sand.

Messon gets beaten and recalled.

and Satoshi begins to spiral. He gets so caught up in his previous losses that he visibly flashes back to them. He panics over what's dangerous for the pokemon, and the footage flashing specifically shows Riolu's losses and it being in pain after being attacked.

Both Pikachu and Goh call out to Satoshi in concern after he falls over and doesn't get up. Satoshi's body langauge is imporant here but unfortunately image limit. He's not clentched up, his fingers are loose. even when he grits his teeth, the rest of his body language all together reads as though he's gone slack. Unfortunately, Goh's attention is pulled away by the Flygon attacking again, and the battle resumes with Rabbifoot.

Satoshi protests Goh's strategy, still afraid that battling in too close is dangerous. Goh turns to him for a moment, but has to keep his attention on Rabbifoot. This actually pulls him out of dazed body langauge, as he tense and clenches his fists when Goh starts to put himself in danger. He's concerned for Goh and Rabbifoot!

Satoshi wonders what Goh's thinking, and he's not even looking at the battle anymore. He's just staring at Goh intently.

Or at least, until Rabbifoot successfully executes the strategy, and uses the meteors as part of ember. It's a wonderfully animated sequence, and it works! Goh's proud and excited, all the pokemon jump around happily, and Satoshi just sits there dumbfounded, though visably relieved as well (eyebrows are no longer drawn together) before he begins to laugh.

But Goh's not done helping out Satoshi, and this is what sets this and the xy episode apart, this is where everything comes together.

Goh does what he does best, a big dramatic monolouge. He tells Satoshi that he learned all those tactics from Satoshi, it's the first thing he tells him before he even explains.

Goh tells Satoshi plainly that he does know how to do this, he's a good battler and he can succeed when he remembers to work with his pokemon in tandem and doesn't get caught up in things. And he tells him this right after he proves it to Satoshi's face.

Satoshi learns from examples, from doing, and Goh uses that as best he can. He gives Satoshi the example first, and then explains it later.

And the visual symbolism is incredible here because as Goh tells this to Satoshi the sky clears behind him.

I cry over this part everytime. What better way to show that Goh has helped free Satoshi from the mental fog, that his words have cleared the way for him.

And of course, Goh keeps a smile on his face the entire time.

He continues to talk about working together with his pokemon, something Satoshi was neglecting to do because of his fear of not being good enough and letting those pokemon down.

Satoshi reflects on this, adjusting his hat so it hides his eyes as he does. However, he's in control of this now, actively holding the hat in his hand, symbolizing that while he's still upset, he's in control of his emotions now!

Goh specifically kneels down to meet Satoshi at his level and speak to him directly, he puts them on equal ground.

He talks more about strategy, and then he says a line I adore.

"Battling sure is complex, isn't it, Satoshi?"

Goh doesn't like battling, we know this. We know his only interest in it is as a means to an end and because he cares about Satoshi. And he says this because he's showing Satoshi how much he's learned from him. To really drive home that he attributes everything he just accomplished to Satoshi. All that trust and skill and work! Not to mention the fact that this is a call back to what Goh said after Satoshi won the Flutes in episode seven! Incredible, truly!

And Satoshi laughs and flops over, to which Goh worries. But Satoshi is smiling again, truly smiling. He calls himself stupid, the self loathing hasn't gone away entirely, but he is smiling, and he's staring up into the sky happily. There is no shade over his eyes anymore!

He finally addresses his pokemon again, with words similar to what he said in xy, and of course his pokemon love him and lay down with him. It's really cute <3.

And thats where the episode ends! My goodness, do I adore this episode. It's beautiful and i think about it all the time.

It's about finding new and crazy strategies to win, and when talking things out or distracting him doesn't work, Goh tries a new strategy that does! If he can't use ember and win with one strategy he'll try another. can't cheer up Satoshi with one strategy? try another.

What sets them apart is that Goh keeps going and stays by Satoshi's side, where as Serena got caught up in her feelings and ran off. Goh visbly takes Satoshi's way of learning and expressing things into account, and Serena doesn't make it that far.

There's so much care and effort that Satoshi and Goh share and it means the world to me. I can't wait to see what other moments they'll share in future, and what other parallels will be drawn!

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings, Thank you so much for reading this all.

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Poplar is seriously the best Galar character and I fricking love her, they nailed her anipoke characterisation so well as well like ashjfsjfhgfshsgf.

She being the scary youthful grandma who hosts random tournaments and Kibana would love to run away from but can't because he's scared of the consequences from Poplar safjhgsgfshsf. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Also this cake is full on Alola inspired and I love our Alola Champion son.

sOh how dead wrong you were Gou. So dead wrong. asjhsfgjhsf.

Also loved how well the episode showed that Kibana and Dande are friendly rivals, even when Kibana suggests that Dande might have ran away from this Poplar Tournament, he meant it AS A GOOD THING sajhfgsgfs. Like, he'd do that if he could. He's got so much respect for Dande I love it ahjfgshjg.

Aaaah, loved so much about this ep that I'm actually enjoying Gou's scenes for once, thoooou Sarunori is starting to get extremely repetive and tiring by now. I hope they'll change it up soon, not only did it take the screentime away from his other Galar starters, he's just causing trouble. Gets old fast :'D ANYWAY, all in all loved the ep, I'm willing to ignore those few instances I didn't like asjhfsgjfhg.

Edit: Oh, also, Shinohara-san draws the best faces and best Pikachu and I'm so glad he got to direct the animation on this ep ♥

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Lambient Nights ~ K. Bakugou

Author's Notes ♡: Hey guys, it’s me, ya girl and I’m back with another collab this week! I really loved this masquerade idea and I hope I tackled it in a modern way. It’s kinda all over the place but the smut was immaculate (ha sorta ).･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.! This is nice and heated, I liked making Bakugou his common aggressive self with a bit of tenderness so ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ. I hope I did a decent job with this wonderful idea , I tried to make a modern masquerade but I feel like I failed 😅 anyway I hope you enjoy reading this and much as I did writing it ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW!!! (◎_◎;)

Semi public sex, female oral, Big Dick Baku , Dom! Bakugou, name calling , Bakugou cursing as usual

Word count : About 2.2 k!

Paring(s) : Katsuki Bakugou x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Number 2 Hero GorundZero!

Youre invited to the annual Midnights Masquerade

Meet around the back at the Twili Castle

Have your masks and outfits ready

Make sure you bring a friend or that special one tonight ~

Madam Midnight

Bakugou lets out a deep sigh, setting the dark paper down on the counter as he let out a growl, sparking up his kitchen counter. “Damnit!” He yelled as he glared at the mocking note. With a huff, he picked up his phone, calling up some of his friends. “Shitty hair, did you get one of these things too?” Bakugou yelled as his red haired and laughing counterpart answered his question “Well hello to you too Bakubro! I did, I'm planning on inviting Mina , she said she always wanted to go to one of those Masquerade Balls, She'll probably leave me for the girls anyway! Why don't you bring that one girl.. What was her name, Er Cassy? Carie? Camie? Yeah Camie! Why dont bring her?” Kirishima rambled. “ Hell NO, she's been dating some guy from their old highschool, that big wind brute. They've been dating, and me and her were a fling a while ago , why they hell would you even say that?” Bakugou huffed as Kirishima laughed once again, stopping his yelling blonde friend. “How about [ ]?” Kirishima said as the blonde on the other side fell silent, making the red haired friend call out to him again, a grunt falling from his lips as Kirishima questioned him again. “Sooo…[ ] ? what about her?”Bakugou responded with an uncommonly quiet tone “She probably would, but not with me..” Kirishima stopped and tried to figure out why his usually confident friend was so self conscious “Why do you say that? She'd probably love to go with you!’ With a deeper sigh Bakugou continued , “Yeah She’d love to go to that shitty thing , but it's stupid.” Kirishima couldn't help but laugh at his friend's conflicted feelings. “Bakugou, ask her and tell me what she say and we'll see you guys tonight okay?” Kirishima sia dand before his explosive friend could argue anything with him he hung up, prepared to deal with the aftermath of his best friend.

[ ] hearing her phone ring from her bedroom , running from her bathroom up the stairs to the room,she saw the iconic “angry pomeranian” lighting up her screen. With a laugh she picked up the phone. “Well hello Katsuki, how are you today?” A grunt on the other line made her laugh harder as the blonde finally spoke. “What are you doing later?” He gruffed out as [. ] stopped, biting her lip as she thought about the context of his question. “Hmmmm nothing, I’m probably gonna cook later and just hang out with Mina. Why? Aww Katsuki are you finally going to admit you like me?” With a crash coming from the other line she heard Bakugou yell. “OW. HEY DUMBASS I DONT LIKE YOU WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE” with a howling laugh she calmed down and waited for the reason the angry blonde called her in the first place. “Sigh..well since you’re not doing shit, coming with me to this shitty masquerade party” [. ] squealed out as she hopped off her bed as he told her the details and who’s masquerade it was. “YOU of all people got an invite to Midnights’ Masquerade? Count me in! I’ll be your date!” With a sigh Bakugou agreed to pick her up at 8:00. As they hung up [. ] couldn’t help help the giddy feeling pooling up in her stomach as she got dressed quickly, heading to the store for her outfit for the night.

Promptly at 8:00 , Bakugou pulled up to her house, sighing as he looked at himself. All black everything, he hated the suit jacket Kirishima kept trying to give him so he decided to go with a vest and opt in a black button up instead of the white one the shop had. Looking down as he scrolled through his phone he heard a door shut as heels clicked down the driveway of the rather pretty house he was in front of. Looking up from his phone he saw one of the prettiest sights he’d even seen. Sure he’s seen his fair share of women of all types and ways of life but something clicked seeing [. ] come from her door. A long black low cutting dress framed her body as long curls fell down her back. She ran to his car and got in, dramatically falling against the seat. “Who knee dressing up took work” she said as she looked at the usually angry blonde beside her, that unusually head a unreadable face. “What?” [. ] said as Bakugou snapped out of his trance, grumbling as he stepped on the gas, headed to the mysterious mansion on the invite.

“Look at you mamas!” Mina called out to [. ] as she hugged her, the two laughing together as they took in their appearances. “Look at YOU, even with the mask on your adorable Mina! Where are the other girls at?” [. ] laughed as the pink girl took her hand. “The others are inside. We can let the brutes talk to eachother.” She said as she gestures to Kirishima and Bakugou, walking into the mansion. “This place is huge..it’s nice though” Kirishima started as he looked to Bakugou who was paying him no attention, watching the duo of girls walk into the main doors, vermilion eyes staring at the girl he came with. “ Yknow if you want you could catch up to her?” Kirishima suggested as the blonde let out a gruff. “Shut up. Let’s get this shitty night over with.” Bakugou said as Kirishima laughed, running to join his bestfriend. Throughout the night Bakugou joined his friends, the group of them talking about work, and watching their significant others wander and dance around the hall. While the others drained on about their life , Bakugou couldn’t help his rage boiling over as he watched [. ] roll her hips onto Mina , the two laughing and enjoying the night.

As he watched Mina go for a different girl to hit on, he saw a mystery man walk up and put his hands where minas were, letting her continue her actions. With pops of explosions coming from his hand he stomped to the girl, snatching her away from the guy as he took her to a nearby room, shutting and locking the door behind them. “Uh is there something wrong here Katsuki?” [. ] said with a slight slur as the older and towering blonde stepped to her.

“What the hell was that!? You let that extra put his dirty hands all over you, you’re here with me no one can touch you but me” He growled out as [. ] scoffed, stepping right back to him. “Like you care now Katsuki , I was with Mina not some random” She said as she tried to get past him. Grabbing her arm , Bakugou turned her back to him as he put her onto the bed in front of them. “Oh no sweetheart, there was a nobody touching you, and it seems you want me to let everyone know how much I actually care about you.” He started as she looked at him confused. “I’ve liked you since last year you dumbass..and now here we are with me admitting this stupid shit with you under me” Bakugou said as [. ] blinked , a slow grin coming to her lips. Unknowing to him , the incident he witnessed was planned out by her devious friend herself. Mina let it be known that she , Kirishima and everyone knew the hidden feelings he had for her, and giving him a little show should spark him and his feelings to be admitted. And they were right.

“Oh Suki..I’m glad you’re finally admitting it. Now shut up and make me yours”

And with that fateful sentence, Bakugou pinned her arms to the bed, kissing her lips quickly as she let out a gasp , wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Deepening the kiss, Bakugou crawled over her, picking her legs up and wrapping them around his waist. Pulling away Bakugou smirked , pulling the dress up and off of her revealing the orange and black lingerie underneath. “Well damn baby, seems you wrapped my gift up already..you planned this shit didn’t you?” Bakugou snarled as [. ] bit her lip and giggled, opening her legs wider. “Why don’t you unwrap it” she said , revealing that the underwear had an opening through the crouch, revealing her glistening and puffy lips to the hot head. “Fuck…” Bakugou whispered as he pushed her legs up and opened. “Can I have a taste babygirl?” He said as his voice dropped octaves , causing a shiver to go down [. ]’s spine. Shaking her head for permission, Bakugou snapped his wrist, lighting the straps off of her underwear and pulling them off. “Hey!” She started as she was soon cut off from complaining when a warm mouth sucking at her clit. “F-fuck...Suki” she moaned out as Bakugou smirked, popping off her clit. “Shut up shitty woman , I’ll buy you as much shit as you want. Right now I wanna fuck you so the whole place know who you belong to..I want you fuck you silly yeah? So be quiet or I’ll make the after party even worse” And with that he continued, sucking her clit , soon putting a thick and warm finger inside, then another, rolling his tongue diligently again her nub as she whimpered and moaned out, pulling the blondes hair as she rocked her hips against his lips, Bakugou letting out a growl as she sped up his actions, doubling down on his actions as he felt [. ]’s hips jerk, her orgasam flooding her senses as she screamed out as it hit, her pussy gushing as her body fell down onto the bed. With a smirk Bakugou snapped up, pulling her clit up as he came from off of her. “Geez you made a mess slut...Ready for the main course?”

He laughed as he rubbed at his tent in his pants, a spot forming on his dress pants as he pulled his zipper and pants down, showing his throbbing and heavily length. “Well sheesh..I know you were packing but geez Suki...you’re gonna split me in half with something like that..” [. ] laughed nervously as Bakugous’ smirk widened “or I’ll give you a nice stretch. I promise, you’ll be nice and full..and I won’t hurt you okay?” He said as he leaned down to kiss her temple “only if you want it” he finished off with as [. ] smiled softly. “Of course I want it , I’m just surprised. At least your attitude matched what your packing” she laughed as he rolled his eyes, grabbing her hips and flipping her to her stomach as she gasped. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you like the good little bitch you are” He said, pulling her closer as he smacked her clit with the head of his dick, grunting as he slid between her wet walls, moaning out as the girl underneath him whimpered, pushing her hips to meet his.

“Fuck yes..take this dick baby” Bakugou said as he started to push his hips against hers, spreading her ass as he watched him disappear between her legs, his pride growing as he heard her little noises and moans spurring him on to go faster and harder. As she threw her hips back to match his Bakugou reached down and rubbed her clit from behind, her walls closing tighter as she screamed out at the sudden simulation, her eyes rolling back as he smacked her ass and soon after reaching up to pull her hair back to him, her back against his chest as he continued to rub her clit, pumping into her as his other hand slid to her neck, keeping her against him.

“Take it pretty slut, let them know who’s doing this to you...you’re close, I can tell by how tight you keep getting..let it out baby..and I’ll make you feel even better once we get home” [. ]’s mouth dropped open as she moaned out, Bakugous name fumbling from her lips as he bit down on her neck , pushing her over the limit.

With a whine of Bakugous name she came, falling forward as she shook in oversimulation. As she clamped down on Bakugou it pushed himself over the edge as he came into her, grunting as she get even tighter “Fuck..you wanted me to come in you hun? Damn..to know my girl was such a little cumslut..I’ll have to remember that for later” He chuckled as he pulled out of her. “Let’s try to wrap this little party up..then I can give you the real show later..”

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tumblr doesnt want you to see this but I’m going to keep trying bestie! nostalgic for summer and thinking ab citrine h bc when am I not let’s be real 🙃 him and sunshine ending up in a cute little beach town for a weekend or even just a day trip like he would be in his element. like it’s all old gingerbread-y houses (do you know what I’m talking about asdfj with the pretty trim and stuff!!) and he loves all the pastel colors of the siding and the fun colored doors and the striped awnings on the old bed and breakfasts:( and him being very diligent about sunshine wearing sunscreen bc maybe he can’t get burned but he knows she can so he’s always reminding her and helping her (let’s be real he just wants an excuse to touch her) and he makes them little matching crochet cover ups bc they just perfectly fit the vibe:( and honestly what sparked this whole thing was thinking ab riding on a tandem bike with him like :((( sunshine is steering bc she has the most recent experience with the mechanics of a bike but he’s back there pedaling away and pointing out pretty trees and flowers and shops they just have to look in bc those sunglasses are perfect for you, sunshine!!! or that teapot is incredible, look at the little bunny on it she looks just like dande!!! and just having the best day and going back to the beach with a bunch of fruit they picked up from a local farm stand to watch the sunset! they’re all snuggled up on a towel and he’s counting every new freckle she got in the sun today and he’s glowing even without his glitters and she’s getting chilly so he’s doing the thing where he warms up his hands:( and feeding each other bites and sweet kisses and Polaroids taken during golden hour I’m HURT 🐢

stop stop stop:(((( I have some ideas for them going to a beach town together like getting to relieve some malibu memories for him like getting high on the beach and listening to the radio and taking all of those polaroids and jsut spending time under the sun and :( sooooooooooo lovely and summer and his vibes :( the idea of them sharing fruit tho????? yeah im going CRY:(((((((((( soooooo sweet :(

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Betrayal -- Epilogue

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Betrayal Chapter 20 - Epilogue

Written by: JuliaFC

Beta: @itsagrestebug and MyImaginationFlows

Summary: The story comes to an end. Thank you for reading! (810 words)

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Written for the "Snippet July" challenge of the Miraculous Fanworks Discord server @miraculousfanworks AND for LadyNoir July @ladynoirjuly Day 31 — Forevermore/pound it. Let me know what you think!

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"Pound it!" called the superheroes as they all moved to bump their fists together.

Ladybug looked at her team. "Thank you so much everyone for your contribution. We wouldn't have succeeded without the intervention of each and every one of you!"

"I haven't helped much," said Thueban Jameel with a little sigh and a pout.

"You're joking right?" asked Ladybug. "If it weren't for you, Volpina would have succeeded in stealing Su-Han's staff. I owe you the safety of my identity, of my family and of all my friends."

Thueban Jameel blushed at the praise. "Thank you, Ladybug. But I couldn't help when my bro was sucked into the vacuum!"

Ladybug put a hand on his shoulder. "You did your best. Pigella and I arrived and attacked the akuma immediately after Chat Noir was sucked in, so it's understandable that you waited to see what would happen. It was actually a very good move. As the Snake, you need to force yourself to take a backseat. And even more so as the Peacock holder."

"Thank you, Ladybug," said Thueban Jameel, lowering his gaze.

As all temporary holders returned their Miraculous to Ladybug after detransforming, Chat Noir watched Pegabug bring Rose back to the Liberty and then come back to the alley they were hiding in to detransform. When Su-Han, Alya, Nino and Adrien met again the bluebell gaze of Marinette, the girl had the Miraculous of the Peacock and of the Turtle in her hand.

"Alya Césaire," she said, looking at her friend with a decisive frown, "this is the Miraculous of the Peacock. It provides the power of bringing emotions to life." She put the brooch in Alya's palm and smiled. "I'm giving it to you permanently; you will use it for the greater good and, one day, return it to me."

Alya gave her a grateful look. "Thank you, Marinette. I'm honoured to don such a prestigious and powerful Miraculous." She pinned the brooch to her white t-shirt, making sure that it would be hidden from the view by her orange shirt. Duusu appeared in a twirl of light.

"Hello, Mlle. Alya, it's a great pleasure to see you again!" said the indigo kwami, circling Alya excitedly and making her giggle.

"Okay, okay little fella. Jump in my pochette—" she opened her small orange side bag, signalling to Duusu to hide inside. "—We'll have a chat later and you'll tell me what you like."

Then, Marinette turned to Nino. "Nino Lahiffe," she said, handing the green bracelet to him, "this is the Miraculous of the Turtle. I'm asking you to become Carapace full time."

Nino's eyes lit up and his smile could have rivalled Adrien's in brightness. "Thank you, Ladybug. It's my honour to accept!" He fist-bumped with the turtle kwami who had appeared in a buzz of light. "And it's nice to have you permanently, little dude. We'll have fun together!"

"You're breaking about a dozen rules, Marinette," came Su-Han's voice from their right. Marinette frowned when she darted her gaze to the older guardian, but her frown disappeared when she noticed the smile on his face. "But I trust you," said the man. "You made unconventional choices in the past, and you've never failed to amaze me."

"Thank you, Master Su-Han."

Time passed, slowly but surely. Lila had left the Collège in a very suspicious haste, which confirmed to Marinette and the team of her involvement with the new Papillon.

Triggered by Ladybug and Chat Noir's suspicions, the Police started an investigation to discover what happened to her, but the cunning fox was too clever and was able to cover her traces very effectively. The only one who really paid the price of Lila's machinations was Jacques Vouche, who ended up being arrested for forging a fake contract between his diner boat company and Prince Ali. He claimed the involvement of Lila Rossi in it, but unfortunately, he was never able to prove it and Lila got away scot free.

As expected, Ladybug's and Chat Noir's testimony cleared Nathalie of all charges; the older woman took on the duty of looking after Adrien as his Legal Guardian, assisted by Gérard 'the Gorilla', until the boy turned 18.

Marinette and the team proceeded on their bumpy road towards adulthood, between akuma attacks getting more vicious and manipulating by the day, and new challenges in life and at school. But with the guidance and the mentorship of Su-Han, Marinette matured into a confident Guardian and a powerful leader.

She didn't know what the future would entail to her, or when and if they would manage to defeat the new Papillon. One thing she knew for sure though: Ladybug and Chat Noir would always be there to protect the citizens of Paris. Whatever the challenge, they would face it together, or die in the attempt.

Together, until the end of time.

Fin

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Author's Note

That's the END! Yes… T_T even this one is over, i can't believe it I managed to evite a chapter every day for this snippet challenge! I'm super proud, I didn't think I had it in me! Now I'll need to catch up with A LOT of sleep, my coffee will miss me…

Scratch that, I have a few friends' birthdays to think about :DAnd the WIPs that I neglected… AND my beta work…

*ARGH*

Well… I love it anyway ^-^ wouldn't like it in any other way!

I hope you will like this epilogue and leave me a comment, either about the last chapters or about the story as a whole. I can't believe how much love this story has gotten: thank you so much everyone, over 200 comments, wow!

Now in August I'm going to publish a few stories for the birthday of friends (some will be NSFW, so sorry for those of you who still can't read them, there will be other stories for your eyes, worry not!), continue my neglected WIPs, AND try to publish a certain sequel that is way overdue. Sorry guys, unfortunately this challenge overtoom my life for a month!

Thank you all for following me during my mad writing marathon. I love you all!

Until next time, a big massive hug and… bug out!

[flowercrown-bard]

A new us will begin (10/ ?)

word count: 6k

AO3

part 1   / part 2 / part 3  / part 4  / part 5 / part 6  / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 11

Slowly, the snow began to thaw as winter melted into spring.

Dandy had only asked him to stay for the cold months. There had never been any talk of Geralt staying any longer than that.

He did it anyway. No one mentioned it and maybe it was just Geralt’s imagination, but when the first flowers bloomed and Geralt was still with the troupe, the smiles they gave him were warmer and when Nadine hugged him one morning, before he went away for a bit for an easy contract, it felt like a hug that welcomed him to the family.

It took a while to convince Dandy that the contracts Geralt took while the others performed, were nowhere near as dangerous as his fight with the skullwarg. It took even longer until Dandy’s worry for him turned into giddy curiosity.

Dandy kept insisting that Geralt had to give him all the details of his hunts, so that he could stop worrying about him. Geralt gladly obliged.

There was a fluttering in Geralt’s chest like a bird’s wings, when Dandy first announced that he was going to write another play, this one about monsters and witchers.

Watching him work was like watching the sky change colours when the sun rose. Breathtaking, no matter how often he got to witness it.

Sometimes, Dandy dictated the lines his mind created to Geralt or one of the other players. Other times, he wrote them down himself, in a scrip that Geralt had never seen before. The rest of the troupe knew how to read it though, for Nadine read over Dandy’s scripts with a critical eye and gave suggestions where she saw fit.

More and more often, Dandy also asked Geralt for his opinion on what he was writing. His mouth formed a surprised “Oh” when Geralt reminded him that he didn’t know how to read what Dandy wrote.

From then on, Geralt spent most of their evenings after the performances or the fight scene rehearsals with Dandy, who taught him patiently how to read the way he did.

“Here,” Dandy said, when he was satisfied with Geralt’s progress on recognising individual letters. Out of a pocket in his coat, he produced a single sheet of paper and handed it to Geralt. “This was the first thing I ever wrote.”

Geralt hesitated, before unfolding the paper carefully. “You always carry this with you?”

Dandy hummed in affirmation. “I almost left it for my parents to keep. They were so proud when I finally learned to write and read. My mother actually cried and my father hugged me so tightly I thought he was going to break my back.”

A soft smile spread across Dandy’s lips and his fingers gently ran over the paper, tracing the word he had written there decades ago.

It did something strange to Geralt’s chest. “Why did you keep it then?”

“As a reminder. Of my parents.”

Geralt’s hands clenched and unclenched, not knowing what to do.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, placing one hand over Dandy’s. “I know you never mention them, but…if you want to talk about it…”

Dandy’s sudden laughter startled Geralt.

“Oh, no no, they aren’t dead or anything like that.” Dandy turned his hand to guide Geralt’s fingers to the thing he had written there. “Here, read that.”

Geralt did as he was told. “Leon Nowak, Baron of Whitecoast?” Geralt looked up at Dandy to see if he had read it correctly. Dandy beamed and pressed a kiss against Geralt’s cheek. It was a fleeting little peck, nothing more, but Geralt wished it would linger, wished he could just lean down and steal a real kiss from Dandy.

Instead he ran his fingers over the name again.

“Who is that?” Geralt asked.

“Oh.” Dandy waved his hand around, accidentally – or perhaps not so accidentally – swatting Geralt’s chest in the process. “That’s me.”

Geralt’s brows shot up. “You’re a baron? I thought you said you weren’t rich?”

“Well, it’s true. I’m not. My parents are.”

Geralt’s jaw clenched. “They didn’t disinherit you, did they? Because you’re…”

“No. Gods, no they would never do that.” Dandy looked affronted by the very notion. “If I wrote them a letter asking for money, they wouldn’t hesitate to send me a small fortune They even offered the troupe their patronage, should we ever be in need of it.” He let out a small, content sigh. “But I don’t want that. Don’t get me wrong, having money is nice and I love visiting them and not sleeping in a wagon or an inn for once. But I like earning my own coin. Even if it’s not nearly as much as they could give me.”

Geralt gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re good at acting. You seem happy when you’re on stage.”

“I am.” Pride tinged his voice that made Geralt’s heart flutter like a hummingbird’s wings. “It’s really important to me being able to do that.” He let out a short laugh. “I can’t say my parents weren’t worried when I announced that I wanted to travel, but they have supported me every step along the way until I could support myself.”

Geralt ran his fingers over the bumps and dots that were Dandy’s name once more. “They taught you how to write.”

“Eh, not exactly. They had no idea that this kind of script even existed. But they have wealth and influence and they love me enough to use it to get me the best tutor they could find. A sorceress, if you can believe it.”

Geralt’s breath hitched. “What? Sorceresses don’t just become tutors. They are at court or work for the lodge or –“

“Yeah, believe me, I have no idea why Philippa agreed to teach me.”

Geralt’s heart skipped a beat and his blood turning cold. “Philippa Eilhart?”

Dandy drew back in surprise. “You have heard of her?”

“I know her.” I asked her if reincarnation could be possible. I asked her if you could still be alive.

A strange expression flickered over Dandy’s face. “That makes a lot of sense, actually. She talked about you a lot. I always wondered by she kept insisting that should I meet a witcher I should go with him.”

Geralt’s mind was racing, unable to grasp what Dandy was saying.

“She said…that’s why you reacted like that when you found out I was a witcher.” The realisation hit Geralt like a punch, leaving him breathless. “When I told you who I was, you said you needed to think, but you didn’t hesitate to ask me to come back.”

Dandy scooted closer again. “I did. But, Geralt, believe me, I didn’t just ask you to come back because Philippa had told me to. I mean, that was a part of it, sure, but I also wanted to get to know you. And I’m glad I did.”

“I-yeah. I’m glad too.” His thumb caressed Dandy’s knuckles, a soft, soothing motion that was more for Geralt’s benefit than Dandy’s. There was too much to think about, too much he didn’t understand. How long had Philippa known that Geralt’s theory of the reincarnation had been true? And why had she agreed to tutor Dandy without telling anyone who he was?

Knowing that the sorceress had a hand in Dandy’s life, perhaps even orchestrating the way his life would go, left Geralt with a sense of unease. Especially since it was Philippa. The sorceress had never done him any intentional harm, but not once in the long time they have known each other, had she been open about her goals, always playing a different game than anybody else.

“Geralt?” Dandy asked tentatively, when Geralt had been quiet for too long.

Geralt forced himself to snap out of his crushing thoughts and put as much teasing as he could in his voice as he said, “I just have one more question. Why Dandy? Out of all the new names you could have chosen for yourself, why this?”

Dandy let out a bark of laughter, burying his face in Geralt’s shoulder. “I know. It’s a terrible name. In my defence, I didn’t exactly come up with it myself. Technically.”

Geralt chuckled. “It’s not a terrible name. I think it suits you.”

Dandy poked a finger in Geralt’s side with a little growl. “Don’t let Mika hear you say that or I’ll never get to hear the end of it.”

Geralt gave a questioning grunt to which Dandy replied with an overly dramatic sigh.

“You see, when I joined the troupe, I wanted to give myself a stage name.”

“Naturally.”

“Exactly! Good to know we’re on the same page.” Dandy stopped poking Geralt, instead sprawling his fingers across Geralt’s side. “I wanted to call myself Dandelion. You know, sort of as a little wink to my given name. Dande-Leon, as it were.”

Geralt didn’t even try to supress the snort. “That’s a terrible pun.”

“Ah the others agree with you there. No one appreciates my remarkable wit and humour.” He let out an exaggerated sigh. “They kept teasing me about being all posh and a dandy when I first joined and somehow that name stuck. Oh, you wouldn’t believe how indignant I was when they started calling me Dandy, but…it was also nice. I’ve never really had friends that would tease me before. Maybe it was because no one wanted to piss off a baron or maybe they thought they needed to be extra careful with me because I’m blind. But the way the troupe talks to me and teases me…it makes me feel like I really, truly belonge.” He nuzzled closer into Geralt and Geralt wasn’t sure if he imagined the stifled sniffle. “And to be fair, Dandelion probably wouldn’t have been the best name.”

“I think it would be a fitting name,” Geralt said softly, stroking Dandy’s hair soothingly. “It’s always the yellow flowers with you, isn’t it?”

The words escaped him without thinking. Dandy’s brows furrowed in confusion, but then he snorted.

“I wouldn’t know about that, now, would I?” He tightened his hold on Geralt.

Geralt hummed in contemplation. “It still fits. My friend always used to wish on Dandelions. Just small things that would come true anyway. ‘I wish for the next performance to go well.’ Or ‘I wish that Roach will start recognising me as a friend and stop trying to bite my fingers.’”

Dandy’s shoulders shook with a chuckle. “Those sound like great wishes. Did they come true?”

“Hmm. He always said they did. But I am pretty sure he just snuck Roach treats behind my back until she started liking him.”

“Sounds like a wise man. If Roach didn’t already love me, I might have tried the same thing. But why would Dandelion be fitting for me then?”

“Because being here with you is everything I could have wished for.”

“You did it!” Dandy beamed with pride. “You read your first play!”

Geralt grunted, but Dandy’s joy was contagious. “With a lot of corrections and help from you. And it was a short play.”

“So?” Dandy nudged Geralt with his shoulder. “You still did it. I can’t believe you really learned to read like that for me.”

“It’s important to you.”

“It is,” Dandy agreed softly, before a sly grin spread over his face. “Now that you’re able to read my scripts, you will be able to learn the lines for your first role.” Mirth brightening his voice and he twirled his cane in excitement.

Geralt made a noise not unlike a startled horse. “My role? I don’t think so.”

“Ah, but my dearest Geralt,” Dandy drawled his name and leaned forward with a shit eating grin. “You promised me you’d play with me if I joined your lessons.” That cheeky bastard.

“I meant the lute.”

“Well, I didn’t. And I don’t have a lute.” He nudged Geralt playfully. “Now come on. I’d love to see you act.”

Geralt put up some more token resistance, but he still joined one mock-rehearsal the players put on, all of them cheering for Geralt to join them and read the lines of the witcher-character.

He felt ridiculous, trying to mimic the actors’ dramatic gestures and way of speaking. It hadn’t taken long until everyone agreed to never have Geralt act on an actual stage, but between his laughter, Dandy assured Geralt, that that was the funniest performance Dandy had ever had the pleasure to listen to.

From then on, the only times that Geralt read lines and tried his hand at acting, was when he helped Dandy practice his own lines by reading the other parts.

Geralt closed his eyes and hummed softly, as Dandy played with his hair.

It was a peaceful moment. Had anyone told Geralt a couple of months ago that he would get to have such moments again, he would have laughed in their face.

And yet, here he was, with Dandy, the man he fell in love with more with each day they spent together. Every morning when he woke up holding Dandy close, his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. Every time, Dandy laughed at Geralt reading his lines, Geralt wanted to taste that laugh with a kiss. Every time Geralt practiced reading the script Dandy had taught him and Dandy squeezed his shoulder with pride, the words ‘I love you’ burned on Geralt’s lips, begging to be spoken. He thought maybe, Dandy already knew.

It was moments like these, that Geralt was sure that he knew Dandy felt the same way, telling him with each touch he gifted Geralt and each word spoken softly between them.

It felt simultaneously strange, so familiar and right, lying with his head in Dandy’s lap, as if he belonged there.

The soft tug on his hair was soothing and nearly enough to lull him to sleep, but Geralt fought his heavy eyelids, unwilling to let this moment be taken away from him by sleep.

Softly, Dandy hummed the melody of the lullaby Geralt had taught him. It was a little off, since Geralt himself hadn’t been able to sing it right, but the melody was just as tender and tearing at his heart as it always had been.

Eventually, the song faded.

“What’s on your mind?” Dandy asked quietly, his fingers never stopping.

Geralt hummed quietly. “Who says that something’s on my mind?”

“There always is.” Dandy’s voice was full of fondness.

“Thinking about you.”

“A very good thing to think about,” Dandy teased and he tugged lightly on Geralt’s hair for emphasis.

Geralt didn’t know if it was the comforting feeling of Dandy touching him or the tone of his voice that loosened Geralt’s tongue and make him ask the question that had been burning at the back of his mind for months.

“Where did you get the inspiration for that play? The one about the pirate?”

Dandy’s hands stilled.

Months ago, Geralt would have begged him silently, please, remember me. Please remember that you loved me.

Now though, that voice inside his head was quiet. Geralt awaited Dandy’s answer with mere curiosity and not that desperation from before. Dandy didn’t need to remember his former feelings for him. It was enough that he was trusting Geralt and holding him dear enough to lie with him as they did now. Even if it turned out that it wasn’t what it had been before, it wouldn’t be any less perfect for it.

“I don’t know,” Dandy said finally. “It just came to me. Sometimes you just start writing and have no control over what comes out and it just felt right, writing that.”

Strangely, Geralt’s heart didn’t sink at that admission. Instead, he gave an acknowledging hum.

“Inspiration is a strange thing,” Geralt repeated what he had said once before, decades ago, when Jaskier had tried to explain to him why exactly it was so inspiring about watching Geralt fight.

Dandy let out a quiet laugh and resumed his ministrations.

“It sure is. And lately, I’ve found that I am chockfull of inspiration.”

Celebrating Belleteyn with the troupe was even more opulent than the festivities Jaskier had always dragged him too. And yet, it was nothing compared to the celebration that came about a week later.

The players pulled all the stops to make Dandy’s birthday truly unforgettable. With food, music and wine to spare, it would have been hard to believe that they were not-so-humble actors instead of nobles, if it weren’t for their total disregard of manners as they celebrated.

Dandy was blossoming in the attention like a flower in the sun. He was filled with so much palpable happiness that Geralt didn’t have the heart to refuse when Dandy grabbed his hand and asked him for a dance. It wasn’t one of those complicated danced with far too many steps to remember, that Jaskier had loved so much. It was but two people swaying in place, holding each other close. Geralt wasn’t sure if Dandy had chosen this dance because learning the steps to any of the elaborate dances was exhausting work for him, or because he liked holding Geralt close just as much as Geralt loved being near him.

That feeling in his chest was warm and fuzzy while they swayed and when Dandy rested his head against Geralt’s chest, he was sure he must hear his heart fluttering. Dandy’s hands on Geralt’s shoulders wandered a bit, playing with his hair and Geralt’s hands on his waist twitched in response, tugging him impossibly closer.

They slowed until they were barely moving anymore. Geralt couldn’t tell which one of them brought the dance to a halt first. All he could focus on was Dandy’s closeness.

Ever so slowly, Dandy lifted his head off Geralt’s chest, one of the hands leaving their place on Geralt’s shoulders and wandering up to cup Geralt’s cheeks.

Geralt leaned into the touch, like a drowning man leaning onto a piece of wood to keep him afloat. In this moment, he knew Dandy��s touch was the only thing keeping him from drifting away, from drowning in the miserable life he had led before Dandy.

“Geralt,” On Dandy’s lips, his name sounded almost like a plea, like a whisper of awe. “Thank you. For being here with me.”

“No place I’d rather be.” He had never meant anything more in his life. A soft smile spread across his lips. “My Dandelion.”

A small gasp escaped Dandy. His hand slowly trailed down until his thumb brushed against the corner of Geralt’s lips.

It wasn’t enough. Geralt wanted more, more, everything. He wanted Dandy. He wanted him to know that he was everything to Geralt.

Had their faces always been that close or had one of them moved closer?

Geralt’s heart sped up when Dandy tilted his head up a little. He was so close. All Geralt had to do was lean forward and capture Dandy’s lips in his.

“Geralt.” This time there was no mistaking that it was a plea.

They were so close that their breaths mingled. Geralt leaned forward and –

He froze, just before their lips could touch. He couldn’t do this. Not now. Not like this, with Dandy trusting him so openly to not even have his cane with him, just Geralt to guide him. But he couldn’t trust Geralt. Not when he lied and kept secrets and pretended that they were nothing more than two men who had found each other out of pure chance when there was something so much bigger and more terrible going on.

He pulled back and pretended that his heart didn’t shatter when Dandy’s face fell.

“I think we should join the others again,” Geralt said, his voice rough. “I’m sure Kara is sick of playing that slow song by now.”

“Oh,” Dandy said, his lips pressed into a thin smile that couldn’t hide his disappointment. “Yeah. You’re right. Still got a birthday to celebrate.”

Geralt led Dandy the few steps back from the makeshift dancefloor to the other players.

It shouldn’t have hurt when Dandy let go of Geralt and grabbed his cane again. The ache in Geralt’s chest dulled to a numb throb as Mika whisked Dandy away and brought back the smile that Geralt had stolen from Dandy.

Seeing Dandy happy again – singing and joking with his friends, letting them show him how much he meant to them – was beautiful, but Geralt couldn’t keep dark thoughts from creeping up at him.

He did his best not to let them show, to put cheer into his voice or not speak at all when it became too much, but Dandy noticed anyway. Of course he did.

Dandy didn’t mention it in front of the others, but he did take Geralt’s hand in his, holding it tightly and running his thumb over Geralt’s knuckles in a comforting gesture that soothed Geralt’s whirling thoughts, even though it wasn’t enough to fully keep them at bay.

“Do you want to get away for a while?” Dandy whispered, while Mika and Kara challenged each other to a drinking contest under the shouts and hollers of the others. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. I just don’t want you to feel bad.”

Geralt’s throat grew tight. “I don’t want to ruin this for you. This celebration is yours, you should enjoy it.”

“I’d enjoy it much more if I knew you were comfortable too.” Dandy squeezed his hand. “It’s fine if this is all a bit too much for you. I don’t mind going somewhere quieter. You know I love being alone with you just as much as I do being the centre of attention.”

“It’s not- it’s not that. It being too loud and too much. I-“ His voice broke off. He couldn’t say it. Not here, not while his friends were cheerful and happy.

Dandy let him take his time but Geralt could read the burning question on Dandy’s face. If it’s not too loud and too much, am I the reason why you’re miserable?

When Geralt didn’t continue, he tugged lightly at his hand. Geralt followed without any resistance, as he always would.

They didn’t walk far, simply putting some distance between the celebrating actors and themselves. They were still close enough to hear the cheering and singing, but it became background noise, same as the wind in the trees or the birds flying up above.

They sat down in the grass, Dandy laying his cane across his lap and pulling Geralt close, until his head leaned against Dandy’s shoulder.

A tremble went through Geralt’s body, as Dandy put an arm around his waist and held him tightly. So often, it was Geralt holding Dandy protectively, whether it was in his sleep or when sitting next to each other while talking. So rarely did Geralt get to feel like he was the protected one, like he didn’t need to carry the weight of the world on his own shoulder. But here Dandy was, offering to share the weight or at least have Geralt tell him just how heavy it was.

And so he did. The words came haltingly, as if a rope around his neck grew tighter with every attempt to speak. Dandy waited patiently for him to gather the courage to share his burden.

When he finally did, it felt both like he could breathe again freely for the first time that day, and as if the words were cutting into his own flesh.

“Today is the anniversary of a…friend’s death.”

Dandy stilled, his only movement came from his free hand plucking out grass nervously.

“Jaskier?” He asked, hesitating.

Geralt blanched. “How do you know that name?”

Dandy’s hand on his waist twitched. “It’s the name you said when you were hurt.” His voice was tight, but soft. “I don’t know if you recognised anything around you, but that’s the name you called out then.” He hesitated. “You say his name in your sleep too sometimes. Did you know that?”

Geralt’s mouth went dry. “I…what?”

A strange smile appeared on Dandy’s lips, too small to be a real one. “Just before you fall asleep. And sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, because you pulled me closer. You always ask me not to leave. And you always call me Jaskier.” The smile was still on his face, but now the stinging scent of salt pierced the air. “He must have been really important to you.”

“He was,” Geralt said quietly. “So are you.”

“But not like him.” Dandy let out a strained laugh that held no humour. “I don’t… I shouldn’t say that. Especially not today. I’m sorry. I should be comforting you. I didn’t mean to…to make it about me.”

“It’s always been about you.” Geralt only realised how his carelessly spoken words must have sounded, when Dandy winced and his hand retreated. Geralt’s hand shot out to stop him from pulling away. “Not like that. It…it’s complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

Geralt’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s not Jaskier who died that day. Not exactly.”

Different expressions flickered over Dandy’s face, as if he couldn’t decide which reaction to settle on. Finally, the uncertainty and confusion won out.

“What do you mean?”

An iron fist enclosed Geralt’s heart, squeezed until he thought he would burst. He couldn’t tell Dandy. He couldn’t put that knowledge, that burden, that pressure on him.

But with every second that Geralt hesitated, something crumbled in Dandy’s expression more and more. Geralt couldn’t begin to imagine what was going on in Dandy’s head, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be anything good.

Jaskier had sometimes cried in Geralt’s arms, thinking he wasn’t good enough, he was too loud, too much, too annoying for anyone to like him enough to stay with him for more than a night.

Yarrow had sounded so broken when he had asked Geralt to be his friend and then he had died alone.

Dandy was his own person, with his own struggles. And with his own doubts and the doubts of all the lives before pressing down on him. Geralt ruining his birthday, the day that should be a celebration of Dandy and nothing else, must have only made things worse.

The only thing Geralt could do to try and make this right, was tell him the truth and hope he didn’t destroy Dandy’s life with it.

He took a shaky breath.

“There was someone else. His name was Yarrow. He was…” Jaskier. You. “someone I met on Belleteyn.”

“Oh.” Dandy’s brows drew together. “You met during the feast of lovers. Is that what he was to you then?”

“No. I think he could have been. Or maybe we could have just been friends. Anything would have been better than what really happened.” When Geralt broke off, trying to find the right words, Dandy remained quiet, giving him all the time he needed. Time. The one thing Geralt hadn’t had with Yarrow. “We met in prison. I- We were both alone. He asked me to be his friend. I gave him some light and – I said we weren’t friends.”

Dandy’s breath hitched.

“Geralt,” he said slowly, a palpable tension in his voice. His body was rigid, not daring to move a single muscle. “You asked me about my first play. Geralt, why did you ask me about that play?”

Geralt closed his eyes, focussing all of his attention on Dandy’s hand in his, praying it wouldn’t be the last time that he would get to hold it, knowing that there was little chance Dandy wouldn’t tear it away when he knew what Geralt had hidden from him all this time.

“Because Yarrow and I were friends. In a different life.” His smile turned bitter as he quoted the final line of the play. “Long before I ever met Yarrow – lifetimes before – I was friends with Jaskier.”

“Friends?”

Geralt winced. “First and foremost friends. But also so much more.” His voice broke and he was sure Dandy could feel the tremor of his hand. “And when he died… I couldn’t let go of him. Somehow he came back to me, only the gods know why. He wasn’t the same, but he was. Yarrow wasn’t a bard. He was an artist. But he was Jaskier.”

When he opened his eyes again and glanced at Dandy, afraid what he would find, he saw Dandy’s lips tremble. “Geralt. Why did you call out Jaskier’s name when you were hurt? It was… it wasn’t just you being delirious, was it.”

“No.” Geralt’s throat grew tight, the noose around his neck becoming tighter with every word and yet, he kept going. “When I woke up, I thought I saw him. It was you, of course, but…”

“But it was also him.” Dandy’s voice was completely void of emotion. “Geralt, you don’t think that I’m Jaskier, do you?”

It wasn’t a question. Not really.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt whispered.

This was it. This was when Dandy would pull away his hand as if burned and tell Geralt to leave.

Instead, Dandy’s hand tightened its hold on Geralt, clutching him almost hard enough to hurt.

“What are you sorry for?” Dandy asked carefully.

Geralt looked away, unable to watch Dandy’s face twist in anger.

“I’m sorry because I couldn’t save them. Jaskier, Yarrow, all the other ones. They…they all died. I could have prevented it, I could have done something, but I didn’t even know who they were and then I saw you and –  I couldn’t let you die. Not again.”

Dandy’s face did something complicated. The hand not held in Geralt grasped his cane so tightly that Geralt could see the white of his knuckles.

“Geralt, please answer this honestly. Why did you agree to stay with me?” He blinked furiously, but the salt smell only got stronger. “Is it just because I look like him? Because a play I wrote was similar to something that happened to you? Because while you’re with me you can imagine that I’m someone else, someone more important to you?”

“Dandy.” The name tasted like a storm on his tongue, waiting to get unleashed. “You are important to me.”

“Then why? If you think I’m Jaskier and you loved him – if I am important to you, why didn’t you kiss me?”

“Because I love you.”

There was no storm. Only the frightening calm, the fear of what was to come, the terror of having already destroyed all there was.

Geralt’s breath came ragged, while Dandy stilled completely.

“I love you,” Geralt repeated, his voice breaking on the last word. “Which is why I can’t kiss you and lie to you.”

“Because... you only love me because I am him?” Dandy looked so small, so helpless.

Geralt closed his eyes, letting his face fall. “That’s exactly what I was afraid of. That you would think that.”

“It’s not the truth then? You didn’t love Jaskier?”

“I did,” Geralt said sincerely. “I always will. I would have loved him in any lifetime. But I also love you. For being you.”

Geralt shifted so that he was no longer sitting next to Dandy, but facing him.

“I love watching you go on stage and silence an audience with your performance. I love listening to you sing with your friends, as if music was more beautiful to you when shared. I love that you still hum that lullaby for me all on your own, even if you still get the melody wrong.” His voice became thick with emotion, but he couldn’t let himself stop. Not before Dandy knew it all. If he still decided to leave then, at least he would know what Geralt saw when he looked at him. “I love that you fiddle with your cane when you’re nervous or content. I love that you wear ridiculous hats and curl your hair. Jaskier did none of those things. And I love them still, because they are a part of who you are, my Dandelion.”

He prayed Dandy would still be his after this. His friend, if nothing else. Because no matter what, Geralt would always be Dandy’s.

Hesitantly, his free hand came up to Dandy’s face, hovering just above it, close enough that Dandy would be able to feel its heat. For a terrifying moment, Geralt thought Dandy would jerk away, but then he leaned into the touch, turning his head just enough to press a kiss against Geralt’s palm.

“Dandelion…” The name was naught but a breath on Geralt’s lips. A breath like the one a drowning man sucked in when he realised that he was saved.

“Are you sure?” Dandy asked softly.

“That I love you? I have never been so sure of anything in my life.”

“That I’m Jaskier. I- please, Geralt, I need to know that you are absolutely certain.”

“I am. I’m sorry.” Even while he said it, he could see Dandy think of every interaction they ever had, viewing it all in a new light. Dandy’s lips parted and Geralt could practically see the pieces of Dandy’s life slot into place, creating the same picture Geralt had seen since he had met him.

Philippa telling Jaskier to go with Geralt, should he ever meet him. The inexplicable burst of inspiration that had driven him to write his first play. The nearly immediate trust he had put in Geralt. The rhythm he sometimes tapped out and that Geralt just so happened to recognise.

Perhaps there were more puzzle pieces that Geralt had never seen. Strange memories that Dandy had never shared with him but that made more sense now than they ever had.

Whatever details of his life Dandy was thinking about, Geralt could see the moment the uncertainty changed into total conviction. For some reason Geralt couldn’t dare explain, Dandy didn’t draw back, didn’t yell at him, didn’t push him away. Instead, something soft and warm spread across his face; the sun breaking through the stormclouds.

“And you love me.”

“With all my heart.”

“And when I die, I will come back to you again?”

Geralt’s insides went cold. “Dandy, don’t- I’m not going to let you die.“

Dandy’s quiet laugh interrupted him. “That’s sweet, but I’m afraid it’s inevitable. Just, tell me. Will I come back?”

A muscle twitched in Geralt’s jaw. “I think so. I’m sorry, I don’t know why or how, but somehow we are bound to each other. You always come back and sooner or later I find you.”

“That’s good. I would hate for the man I love to be alone again.”

“Dandy –“

He never got to finish what he was going to say, for Dandy let go of the cane, finding the back of Geralt’s neck again and bringing him closer to him.

Their first kiss was little more than a tentative brush of lips against each other, Dandy searching him and Geralt not quite believing what was happening, not yet understanding that he could have this.

Dandy pulled back again, just enough to be able to speak. “Geralt? Just to make this clear, I love you too. I love that you saw me at my most vulnerable but you still don’t think that I need help in everything I do. I love that you are a terrible storyteller and an even worse actor. I love that you tell me of your contracts and help me with rehearsals even so. I love the way your scars feel beneath my fingers and I love the way you don’t let me go in the mornings, even when you wake up first.” He drew in a breath and pressed their foreheads together. “I love that you can love me for me.”

Geralt let out a wet laugh, unable to blink back the burning in his eyes or fight down the tightness in his chest.

“You just had to make a better declaration of love than I did,” he said, too full of emotion to even attempt a teasing tone.

“Of course.” Dandy darted forward, stealing another kiss that felt more like a gift. “You know I can’t let a chance to be dramatic pass by.”

Geralt hummed, his hands tracing Dandy’s face, his thumb caressing his bottom lip.

“And that’s another thing I love about you.”

“Careful,” Dandy said teasingly, pressing a kiss against Geralt’s thumb. “If you keep making such dramatic declarations yourself, I might consider putting you on stage again in the role of a lover.”

“The point of theatre is that it isn’t real,” Geralt repeated Dandy’s favourite opinion. “This is real.”

Dandy surged forward, pressing a sweet kiss against Geralt’s lips.

“It’s better than any play I could ever write.”

[whumpinator]

Summer Of Whump- Day 9.

Day 9: Animals. 

Story: Strange Little One

Character: Gaius. 

CW: Slight unreliable narrator, eye whump, implied animal death,  

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The bear was larger than anything he’d ever come across before. A huge scar ran across its face, just barely missing the black merciless eyes. The paws of the animal alone looked like it could bat either of their heads off without issue and the thing was snarling, drool dripping out from between sharp yellow teeth. Gaius didn’t exactly cower behind Dande, not exactly, but he did position himself in a manner of deference for his mentor’s skill and experience. Yes, that was it.

“Must we fight it? Perhaps if we ignore him, it will go away.” Gaius said nervously, looking at it. Dande stood calmly. Older members of the tribe had questioned whether or not it was time for the old wolf to retire, but they didn’t see her in action. With sharp instinct and battle-strategies for her battle-strategies, Dande’s cleverness more than made up for where the functions of her body were beginning to slow with old age.

“He has smelled food and will attack the tribe to get it” Dande explained patiently. “We must keep the tribe safe, always.”

She looked at her apprentice “We don’t necessarily need to beat him, mind. Just make the food more effort than it is worth.”

And with that, she sprung into action. Gaius followed her without hesitation, dodging the angry swipes of the bear paws and sinking his teeth into flesh. Clinging even as the bear rose, howling in pain. A wild shake finally dislodging him, thrown hard into rough ground. Gaius got up, shivering. His bite had barely done anything, nipped the beast at best and now Dande was fighting alone. Jumping up and down, trying to nip its vulnerable eyes. With a shout, Gaius shifted into his more humanoid form. The knives hanging at his waist were dangling trustily and he grabbed them, rushing towards the creature screaming, trying to emphasise his height and power.

Dande nodded appreciatively. They would get so much more done with the combined forces of a  man and a quick wolf. She ran around to attack the bear from the back, while Gaius took her place aiming for the bear’s face.

He missed.

The well-sharpened blades cut a large jagged line across its chest and it bled with sluggish abandon, absorbed by the matted brown fur and bouncing onto the snow. Gaius heard a yelp as Dande was thrown off the same way he was, a minute earlier. With a panicked heartbeat, he realised

“This bear is starving. We can’t turn him away with a few bites and wounds, anything would be worth the sweet food that lay within the confines of camp.

We can’t dissuade the creature.

We have to kill it.”

The thought flashed flashed across his mind like lightning, but it distracted him long enough. He jumped back just in time, but the claw struck him in the face, effectively cutting the skin there. Blindly, Gaius swung his knife. He aimed true. He felt the tool pierce the animal’s eye and remain there, held true by soft flesh.

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#5

Fatin is surprised to find Leah half hazardly flung over the guest bed in the condo she shares with Dot when she gets home from a lunch meeting. Leah goes to school at the university about 30 minutes from their place. Though she lives on campus, she's often hanging around the condo, so much so that they even made her a spare key. It's not unusual to find her asleep, she's just usually on the couch or in one of the girls beds waiting for them to come home. Rarely does the guest room get used, unless the entire Unsinkable 8 crew is in town. So seeing Leah camped out, bag on the desk, jacket and jeans thrown on the floor catches Fatin off guard.

Her location begins to make more sense as Fatin slowly creeps closer, careful to not wake her up. There's a box of medicine on the night stand and crumpled up tissues all over the other side of the bed.

Fatin reaches out to check Leah's forehead for signs of fever. She's warm, but it's probably low grade at best. Leah groans at the sensation, slowly blinking to see Fatin above her. She mumbles, "my roommate kicked me out. Finals are in 2 weeks and she doesn't want my germs around."

Fatin laughs lightly as she take a seat, "and what makes you think I do?"

"Ha. Ha. It's just allergies, it's not contagious." She's silent for a moment before she quietly asks, "can I stay here please?"

A large grin forms on Fatin's face, if Leah was asking permission to stay here, then she really must be going through it. "Of course sweetie." She leans down and places a quick kiss to Leah's temple. "Get some rest. I'll come check on you when Dorothy gets home."

A couple hours later Dot enters the guest room with Fatin close behind. She moves to check the meds Leah's been taking and scoffs, "no wonder she's miserable, this shit doesn't do anything." She leaves the room but Fatin lingers a few minutes to see if Leah needs anything. When it's clear the girl isn't gonna wake up, Fatin leaves quietly closing the door behind her.

When Dot gets back from the store with proper medication, Fatin insists she take it to Leah. "Dottie, could you make your special homemade chicken noodle soup tonight, for Leah?" Dot smirks, knowing full well how much Fatin loves the soup herself.

Leah's awake and furiously blowing her nose when Fatin opens the door moments later.She's a bit embarrassed and covers her face while groaning. Fatin sits next to her and pulls her hands away. "Dorothy got you the good stuff." She winks, handing over the new drugs and a glass of water. Leah happily accepts, downing the pills in one swallow. "She's also making you soup!" She adds climbing up the bed to sit against the headrest. She motions for Leah to lay on her lap, a position she loves and constantly does during their movie nights.

Fatin gently strokes Leah's hair. They stay like that for the next hour or two. It's not until Dot greets them with a hot bowl of soup that they move. Leah sits up and Dot places the bed tray over her. Soup, water, some crackers, and some more meds to take before bed. Dot pulls up the desk chair to join the party without disrupting the bed. The last thing any of them needs is hot soup spilling all over.

They hang out for a while as Leah eats, catching up on the backlog of gossip since they last got together. With finals quickly approaching, Leah hadn't been around as much. Having papers to write, and tests to study for.

It hurts Leah to laugh too hard, triggering a coughing fit. Fatin rubs her back until she calms down enough to stop. She yawns shortly after and Dot announces they should leave to let Leah rest. When Fatin moves to get up Leah grabs her wrist. "Can you stay? At least till I fall asleep?"

"Sure thing, just let me take this to the kitchen first." Fatin grabs the tray and exits the room.

It's about 10 minutes before she returns, wearing pjs and carrying an extra pillow. The way Leah smiles at her, despite how grumpy she's looked all day, gives Fatin butterflies. She situates herself under the covers and allows Leah to curl up to her. The girl's head tucking into the crook of her neck, an arm draped around her waist, and legs tangled between hers.

Leah quietly thanks Fatin for all the care she's provided for her all day. Humming with content at the feeling of Fatin's nails drawing up and down her back. She's asleep in no time.

Fatin doesn't leave right away, wanting to make sure Leah was in a deep sleep before risking moving. She leaves the room for a moment to fetch some more meds, a fresh box of tissues, and another glass of water. She places them all on the nightstand on Leah's side of the bed.

As much as she wants to cuddle back up with the girl, she knows they'll both sleep better apart. That way Leah doesn't feel like a burden getting up every few hours cause she can't breathe. She leaves a little note on the nightstand, kisses Leah's forehead, and reluctantly leaves the room for the evening.

 Take these after 2am. Wake me if you need anything! Good luck trying not to dream of me 😉 ❤Fatin

126 notes • Posted 2021-01-14 00:54:48 GMT

#4

The way I nearly had a heart attack seeing these trending topics next to eachother ☠

251 notes • Posted 2021-09-10 02:51:22 GMT

#3

My favorite thing about The Wilds is the fact the cast is largely unknown. I absolutely get way more enjoyment watching first time/lesser known actors play characters. It's so much more believable.

419 notes • Posted 2021-01-05 01:05:11 GMT

#2

Fanfiction Cheat Code: If you really like something someone wrote and wish there were more fics like that, be specific in your reviews. Highlight particular lines, motifs, tropes, and such that you really enjoyed. Writers will often keep that in mind when writing new work. 

687 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 13:47:28 GMT

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PSA: Fanfic is FREE! and writers choose to spend their valuable spare time to write these stories to share with you. It is an ABSOLUTE PRIVILEGE to get to read these fics, and anyone demanding people write more, update quicker, etc is truly a fucking asshole, and you ACTIVELY make people NOT want to write.

2054 notes • Posted 2021-08-09 20:35:28 GMT

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