#I hate the /he would risk it all including your safety just to be with you/ trope like she needed that job bruh don't get her into trouble?

[http-numbah5]

Turkish Dizi girlies where do you watch your stuff for free without signing up?

[kingdomhate]

Them Falling in Love with you Scenarios

A\N: This includes Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker and Anakin Skywalker. (I might add Kylo Ren if you guys want.)

Obi-Wan: You were his first Padawan before Anakin, and you two had a great relationship. Trust, love and compassion. Obi-Wan had felt as though you were special and strived to protect you always. After taking on Anakin, he had his hands full therefore the communication was very limited, including times where you guys didn't talk at all for a specific day or two. However, Obi-Wan always apologized and told you what had happened in order for you to get some closure and for the two of you to move on with it.

He knew he loved you when he saw how long you were willing to talk to him and how long he was willing to stay on for you. And how much he would risk in order to ensure your safety.

Luke Skywalker: A fellow farmer on Tatooine in the field of moisture, you two had a good amount of things in common: wanting to get off Tatooine and explore and that you both hated farming. Luke more often than not, would find himself staring at you whenever he desperately needed an answer, he would look at how gorgeous and smooth your skin was and how beautiful your hair seemed to be, everything about you made him feel like living was worth it. Of course he took you with him on Jedi trainings and everything just because the concept was foreign, he knew that you wanted to explore and because you were his best friend, of course he wasn't going to leave you.

In a battle with Stormtroopers you got hit and swarmed repeatedly with blasters and almost died, Luke, thankfully, was there to slice them before they could do any more damage to you. He immediately took care of you, apologized profusely and cried. That's when he realized he loved you, when you almost died.

Anakin Skywalker: You and Ani had been friends as long as you could remember, coming over to Shmi's for a chance to play, talk, whatever. You and Anakin were inseparable, sort of like Velcro. Where he goes, you go, what he does, you do. And so it continued like that for years, once he became a Jedi, he insisted you be trained as well, and here you were, a Jedi Master, trained under the Anakin Skywalker.

In his anger and rebellion, followed by his descent to the Dark Side, he almost killed you, and although Obi-Wan had saved you by cutting his arms\legs off, you still felt yourself die with him, and that's when he realized he loved you.

[7ndipity]

I thought about something and I can't help but laugh 😆

I'm absolutely terrified with spiders and I really hate wasps. Sometimes, when I see a spider on me, I slap it away with a hysterical scream. So imagine if the spider lands on one of the members!🤣 our poor Hobi🤣🤣 he would be sooo terrified!🤣

I know it's not nice to do that but I'm really scared whenever I see a spider. Sometimes, I even cry and can't breathe correctly. I've panic attack if the spider is bigger than a nail. It's weird but I can't control my fear. So sometimes, I just slap them away to protect myself.

Spider Landing on Them

Warnings: Mentions of spiders(obvi), just crack

A/N: I was the same way when I was younger(still kinda am, tbh). Like I can appreciate them for their design/role in nature and all, but I really don’t want them on me.(Also, I wrote this as a crack post, cause we need a laugh.)

Masterlist

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Jin: He would be screaming and flailing all over the place, you’re risking your own safety trying to get close enough to help him.

Yoongi: I feel like he’d be pretty chill about it, just knocks it off or moves it to a plant like it’s no big deal. Uses it as a metaphor on the next album.

Hobi: He’s flipping the fuck out just like Jin, screaming so loud that he’s setting off car alarms. Needs about three days to recover.

Namjoon: If it's just a lil guy, he’ll be cool and move it to a plant or smth. If it’s big tho, he’s swatting and cursing all over the place, probably breaks a lamp.

Jimin: He goes through about fifty ideas of how to get it off him(a few including a flame thrower), before just swatting it and running.

Taehyung: Legit fakes a heart attack and plays dead in hopes it’ll run away in shame. If that doesn’t work, he just swats it.

Jungkook: He kinda likes bugs, so I think he’d be calm. Gives it a name, takes it to dinner and drops it back at home. They’re going out again on Friday.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi, can I request break up to make up (angst to fluff) story with Jake Kim? It was when Jake running an illegal toto, that time Jake was super busy that he neglected his s/o & his s/o hated that he running an illegal bussiness, then they broke up. After he got out from juvenile, he looked after his s/o to say sorry and try to win his s/o's heart back. Sorry for my bad english & thank you in advance 💙

Anon, your english is pretty fantastic. And even if it isn't, don't apologise for it!

Thanks for the ask and so sorry for the delay!

Jake Kim x Reader: To the end

Gambling arc to juvie release

"I have to do this for Big Deal."

"But this isn't what Big Deal stands for!"

"It's what I need to do for us to survive."

You hate that Jake never looks at you. Not once. Like he's already made up his mind. You were meant to stand with him to the end. He promised.

"You know how much Sinu would hate this!"

"Sinu isn't here anymore." Jake's words hit you like a gut punch.

He catches your lower lip trembling. Those lips he's kissed a thousand times before, and wants to kiss forevermore. Your touch, your taste. It's seared into his memory.

"You're going to ruin other people's lives including your own. I can't watch you do this," you whisper. He's going down a path you cannot and will not follow.

Countless shows and movies and books have misled you. You thought a break up would be screaming, tears, anger. All you feel is empty. Helpless.

Like the Jake Kim you know is slipping between your fingers and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

"I don't want you to neither," Jake holds your hands, thumbs brushing your knuckles. He memorises the feel of your hand in his.

I'm protecting you, he reasons. It's for the best.

He forces the words out, "I think this is the end of the road for us."

How odd to think only a couple days ago you woke up in each other's arms. You thought your love for one another was so obvious, that everyone could practically see a love heart pulsating overhead.

Yet now, so suddenly, you've reached a dead end.

"...If that's what you want," You can't bring yourself to remove your hands from his, to sever the last of your connection.

Big Deal is too dangerous. Your safety is a risk Jake cannot take. The gambling racket is a burden he needs to shoulder. Alone.

"It is," he lies, and lets you go.

He never meets your gaze even as you leave.

It's easier this way.

.

.

"Please Jerry, just write down what I say and deliver it to Y/N."

Even with the visitor's barrier between them, Jake could feel the displeasure radiating off Jerry.

(When Big Deal initially found out about the break up, no-one said a word. They didn't need to. The disagreement with how their leader has handled his own personal relationship was written all over their faces.)

And maybe Jake should let sleeping dogs lie, Jerry certainly thought so. But after ending up in Juvie, he feels like he owes you an explanation. Or at least an apology.

Shame that you are right to the bitter end. The lives he's dragged down with him weigh heavy on his conscience. That young kid - Jiho. Members of Big Deal including Brad, Jason.

What a mess.

.

.

Juvie gives Jake a lot of time to think.

That the quicker you forget about him, the better.

But the thought of forgetting you. Of referring to you as in the past, history, done. Of your face and smile and voice fading from memory. It hurts him more than he can bear.

Every night, drifting off to sleep in a room full of other delinquents, he would allow his thoughts to wander.

What are you doing with your life now? Are you still fretting over your grades? Have you been spending your spare time with friends? Did you go to that new cafe in the end? See that film you were excited for? Have you found someone that could actually make you happy? Do you still think about me? Do you remember the times we had? Do you miss me like I miss you-

Jake imagines the lilt of your voice as you respond, eyes bright and full of life, smile beautiful and beaming.

Other times, the masochism takes hold and under the cloak of darkness, Jake gives into the fantasy of you both living a normal life. An alternate universe where there are no complications, and you are both two kids that simply fell in love.

Eventually, dawn breaks and in the cold light of day, there is no escaping reality.

.

.

"Hi Jake,"

"Y/N?"

It's you. Really you. Is this a nightmare or the most perfect dream? Jerry had delivered the letter and this was the last thing Jake expected. Did he not make it clear enough how dangerous this is for you?

"Yeah... Jerry pulled some strings so I could visit you."

Oh. Well Jerry kept this quiet.

Awkwardness and tension lingers in the air. Neither one of you had spoken or seen each other since that night nearly a year ago.

"Y/N..." Strange that your name feels rusty on Jake's tongue when you are constantly in his thoughts.

"Fuck you," Your vitriol catches him off-guard. Eyes full of fury, lips turned down, "You promised we're a team. You promised you wouldn't leave me out."

You slam the letter against the screen, "This is bullshit, Jake Kim. And you know it."

"How do you not understand this?" Jake's voice starts to rise in frustration, "The danger with Gun and the crews? This is for the best-"

You cut him off with the one and only question that matters to you. That frayed the edge of your sanity for months on end-

"Do you still love me?"

The question stuns him. He considers saying otherwise but he can't refute this. After everything, denying it feels like one lie too far.

Jake doesn't offer anything but a lack of answer is enough for you. For your spark of hope.

"I'll wait for you. I'll see you when you get out."

Your intentions are laid clear. Jake doesn't say no.

.

.

You don't visit again.

However, you give snippets of your life faithfully delivered by Jerry.

It starts as a few sentences, then develops into paragraphs, and finally into pages.

Snapshots of you. Your life, your thoughts. A little like how it used to be.

Jake hears your voice each time he reads your words. Thinks about your furrowed brows or dimpled smile that accompanies. He reads each letter over and over again, until they're dog-earred and turning brittle at the creases.

Even the ones full of anger and hurt.

He responds whenever he can. Treasuring the stationery rewarded for good behaviour, greedily hoarding it all to write back.

Over the weeks and months, the ice starts to thaw.

.

.

On the day Jake is released, the rest of the crew greet him with smiles and signage and "Good to have you back, Sir!"

You're also there. Standing next to Jerry and Big Deal, like you have always belonged.

"Welcome back, Sir," you tease, easily slipping back into old habits.

"You actually waited for me?"

"I said I would."

Of course you did. But Jake couldn't blame you if you changed your mind.

.

.

The conversation continues in his bedroom. Away from prying but well-meaning ears.

Jake has missed this. Being around his things, his crew, his street, you.

"I love you, you idiot. For better or worse."

The underlying tension still remains though you see no point in withholding the depth of your affection.

Jake takes a moment, running your words through his mind. He still needs to ensure you truly understand what being with him means.

"You know how dangerous getting mixed up with Big Deal is, right?" he attempts. You cut him off with a sharp look.

Seriously. If he starts this shit up again. Who does he take you for? Some innocent little girl?

"Fine, fine." Jake holds up both hands as a sign of surrender, before he finally says those words you have been dreaming of:

"I love you too."

(He wonders if he would ever regret this moment of weakness and selfishness, but he sees your smile and knows he could never regret making you happy.)

The tension breaks.

Jake slips easily back into his old habits too, snaking his arms around your waist and capturing your mouth in a kiss.

He has missed this - being yours, most of all.

When you break apart, Jake doesn't shy away from your gaze this time. He intends to keep his promise to you. You're his partner. His equal.

With him to the end.

[thenotsoholyspirit]

Holding (Pt 4/5)

Matt Murdock x reader (angst)

(Here for part 1, 2 , 3)

AU: Hey, I know it's been a while since I've posted on this series but writers block has been a real deal for me these past days. Although, I still have a lot of ideas and a whole other series to end so stay tuned 💙 (and yes that includes the Foggy fic :3)

Summary: A conversation in the roof may offer a change in the situation. After all, sometimes all you need is faith.

I've never been quite the best catholic. 

From making a fuss in my baptism, to refuse ever to marry, I was quite the shame in a family of faithful believers. 

“Sometimes you have to believe without seeing” 

I always hated that idea, blind faith. And yet in spite of everything I still accompanied my mother every Sunday to our city's chapel. Soon after I moved out, that routine was still ingrained in me, and despite not having a logical answer to it, I kept going to mass. 

That’s how I met him. The one that would soon become both my salvation and my perdition. The one I was risking it all for in spite of everything. 

“He can’t be that far, please he can’t be that far

As the day progresses, I feel a sense of desperation crawl on me, noticing how the streets get busier and I haven't yet found any clue to His whereabouts.

Not a sight of him close to his old apartment or even old hangout spots.

He had indeed erased every trace he could have left

As I feel the day progress, I sigh. Maybe these extreme circumstances also required extreme decisions. I decide to head down to the Presidential Hotel.

————-——

When I arrive, I immediately notice the multitude of police cars and security guards surrounding the building. It couldn’t be more obvious that someone important was brought to this place

Sneaking up, I try to see if there’s any entry, but it’s obviously closed up to the public.

“Well I may need to broaden my definition of entry then”

As my attention catches  some fire escape stairs attached to a building not far behind, I can’t help but let out a small grin. After spending so much time with him, knowing Matt’s way of thinking had become almost a second nature.

It was probably too early, as I will surely need to wait for him hidden on some rooftop, but to simply think about the vertigo was enough to make my stomach turn.

“C'mon (y/n) remember just have faith.”

I start then to awkwardly climb up the ladder making sure not to startle the whole neighbourhood.

For a moment, I feel comfortable, pacing my steps and taking deep breaths, until I hear the crackling sound of a metal piece falling from the wall.

I gulp

“For God sake I'm a vet not a gymnast”

Yet the top doesn’t seem too far now and the idea of returning was worse. I decide to keep climbing.

Suddenly, I lose my equilibrium, feeling the void as I fall from my back until I feel the grip of a hand on my arm, saving me from a surely fatal fall.

“(Y/n) ?”

I look up, noticing a man dressed completely in black with only a beanie covering his face, and some cords attached to his wrists. He seems genuinely surprised to find me here. 

“Matt”

“I…” I’m short of words as he pulls me into the safety of the rooftop. I fall down the floor deeply breathing, “How did you know I was here”

“Well.. He tries to give me a small smile ,  “You were lucky I could basically hear your heartbeat explode streets away” 

“.. I must sound like a cacophony in your ears… but I’m sure there are also thousands of New-Yorkers being deeply worried at this very moment”

“ I guess.. I just became good picking up yours in particular”

I cannot help but to slightly blush as he tells me this. There is a tense silence now between us, too many things that should be said or should’ve.

“Don’t go” 

My tone is grave, letting him know I know his reasons for coming down here.  He slightly clenches his teeth, as I feel an anger I haven’t seen yet in him.

Something had happened.

Something felt broken

“I need to do it (y/n)” 

His tone was direct. Cold. He turns his back from me towards the Hotel. I imagine him trying to analyze the best way to get in, reading into each heartbeat , each voice, each movement…. But I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“You aren't saving anyone by doing this..please..” 

Matt immediately snaps, turning again towards me. I was still on the floor and the bare light coming from the light poles made him appear even more intimidating.

“You don’t understand”…

“True… it’s true I don’t, I’m not you… “, I sigh, accepting it, “I’ll never fully understand this vigilante double life you live.. but I do see the man behind it”

I now stand up, letting us face to face as I continue to talk.

“I and see him and care enough about him that I’m not letting him commit a mistake he’ll forever regret” 

I see Matt keep his facade, but I notice the way his hands now slightly tremble holding his billy club. When he talks again, his voice is weaker.

“He has hurt so many people… and I’'m not meant to simply go and enjoy this life after all that has happened”, He takes his beanie off as I now see  his eyes “After hurting so many others... me.”´

I shake my head. I couldn’t lie, or deny the hurt of past decisions, but it didn't mean I could simply let him go.

“I'm not denying that it’s not easy but.. I’m here tonight for a reason… “ 

I look up to him, hoping he could sense the sincerity of my words

“I can’t let you do this.. this city needs its hero.. and well.. I do still need you”

I let these last words settle as I’m now a bit shy. I see Matt is about to reply, when we’re suddenly interrupted by some police sirens demanding civilians to clear up the space. His face drops.

“He can't be here already….”

I’m now a bit confused.

“Who ?”

Matt sighs, he seems tired but tries to explain to me the best he can. 

“I’m not the only one in this city holding a grudge against Fisk..” Matt leans again his attention towards the building “ There is a dangerous man looking for him” 

I notice the way his body tenses up, the same way it has always done when he senses a danger nearby. His grip becomes stronger, his face almost scarily stern, yet the voice he uses to catch my attention seems softer than usual.

“That night I.. I was sure I had lost you forever.. and who could blame you..” He gives me a sad smile, trying his best to hold his emotions. “I had to live with the fact that I had hurt you.. forced you to pull away from me..this loneliness.. it was my crux to bear”

I shake my head at his words, trying to be as direct as I could knowing time was running out.

“Matthew… I love you.. I still do..” I slowly approach him , caressing his cheek with my hand as I clean away some tears  “I just need to be sure you do as well” 

Almost as a reflex, I go grab his arm, feeling my own insecurities resurface as the fear of being abandoned twists my heart. He seems to pick up on this as he pulls me closer. I can feel the breeze on his words.

“ I swear.. “ Me murmurs against my ear, his voice now taking a more protective tone “That I’ll never let go of you again… “

I’m now the one letting my own tears stream down my face 

“You promise ?” 

My voice was so small, barely a whisper , as I use the tone I knew only Matt could ever hear

“I won’t stop even if you never forgive me”

I can’t retain myself any longer.

I dive in, pulling him into the deepest of kisses as I feel my whole body give in. The desire that has already been pleading for him could not no longer keep on waiting. 

Matt seems slightly surprised at the beginning, almost nervous at my reaction, but once he notices my unwillingness to let him go, he puts his hands around my waist our foreheads now touching. I need to hang on to him. 

“I’ve missed it so much” , he murmurs for just a moment, forgetting the world around us. I give him a little smile, slightly curious at his choice of words as he continues, “ I mean the feeling of you… your heartbeat, your smell…you've always been my safest place…I thought I’d never get to sense you from so close again” 

As I’m about to respond, the noise of police sirens shakes us up as we hear  the sound of gunshots down the building. Of course, Matt has more insight as he clenches his teeth and steps back.

“Go,” I look at him with a knowing look “I know you have a job to do”

I come a bit closer for a moment.

“Just promise me you will come back home tonight” 

I keep holding his hand for a second, sensing his flow of thoughts coming against him. He mutters again. 

“All this anger..”

“I know.. but you don't have to be alone anymore Matt” I take deep breaths as I try to send him some peace too, “I’ll be here”

He walks to the edge of the ceiling, pulling his mask back on. I give him a last reassuring look.

“I’ll leave the living room window open.. in case you come in late” , my tone is slightly hesitant “Of course if you want to come by I-“

I notice the corners of his lips curl into a little smirk.

“I will… and don’t worry”, he slightly tosses his head as he smiles, letting me admire his toned collar bone for even just a second., … “I promise I won’t take too long sweetheart” 

Before I can even protest his cocky words, he jumps off the next building, leaving me alone again, but now completely blushing. I may have also missed that pet name and his way of flirting.   

Some things really don't change after all.

[alexanderlightweight]

Can I ask for more shadow heir alec? I like the idea of baby shadow alec meeting and charming downworlders, after raphael who would be next? I just had the thought of pretty much everyone knowing him but magnus because reasons until they meet at ragnor's

here we go!! i hope you enjoy

early part in the star eater verse

lumine

-

“So this is your friend.” Cat says and her smile is warm and welcoming as she looks at Alec.

Alec is watching her curiously, with the same wary edge he greets everyone but Ragnor has already warned her that he’s like this with everyone. Honestly, it’s only because of how much Alec respects and — hopefully trusts — Ragnor that he accepted to be secretly portaled out of the Institute.

It’s only because Alec keeps a great many secrets from his mother that Ragnor risked this, that he’s risking Cat as well.

“Hello Healer Loss.” Alec says politely, a little nod that’s respectful but doesn’t risk him putting himself in a more vulnerable position. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Catarina blinks down at him and then she nods, her own little head tilt that Alec smiles shyly at. It’s clear he’s pleased by the fact that she understands and well, Ragnor prefers to keep others away from Alec’s actual body.

His shadows don’t take lightly to others infringing on Alec’s personal space and well, Ragnor doesn’t blame them in the slightest.

“There will be times when you’ll be called to the Institute in the future.” Ragnor starts carefully, “I know you are aware that I was called in to oversee the contract between a healer and the Institute. They don’t know our connection and Alec understands he has to pretend you’ve never met, but I feel better with everyone meeting before anything like that happens.”

Because as soon as Ragnor realized the warlock Maryse had picked was Cat, he knew he had to do something. Anything to mitigize the risk that would be working on Alec if he needed medical aid. If it was another warlock, Ragnor wouldn’t have bothered but he will do anything for Cat, which includes what would be considered the breach of an Institute’s wards and the kidnapping of one of their most reverred heir.

It’s Ragnor’s hope that meeting first in safety, will ensure Cat’s own safety if she has to work with an Alec who unconscious or out of it from pain or deliruim.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Alec Trueblood?” Cat asks, as if checking even though she’s never forgotten a patient’s name in her life and as of today, she considers Alec a patient.

“It’s just Alec.” He gives a little shrug and his shadow pools and Ragnor notices how Cat’s eyes widen and then narrow slightly in academic concentration. “Trueblood is for shadowhunters when they’re being stupid.”

Ragnor turns his head and coughs, because when he’d allowed Alec to call him Ragnor, he’d had to explain to the lad why everyone else they interacted with had to call him Fell or Potion Master Fell.”

Ragnor is fairly certain he’s managed to explain without too much of a problem, but the resulting issue is that Alec doesn’t understand why nephilim hate downworlders and therefore, thinks most of them are entirely insensible and stupid.

In his very young and very sensible opinion — at least Ragnor thinks it’s sensible — it doesn’t make sense to pick a fight with people who don’t need to be enemies. All that causes is more enemies, and Alec feels like they have enough of those with just demons.

Also, according to Alec, he met a very pretty vampire who was probably very old but looked very young and Alec felt that the clave was probably jealous. Especially since most of the nephilim didn’t live long enough to look old.

From the mouth of babes, Ragnor thinks to himself as he watches Cat and Alec cautiously intereact.

She’s doing just as well as Ragnor thought she would. Treating him like not-quite feral cat, but something close to that and it’s with an internal sigh of relief, that Ragnor watches them touch hands.

Cat’s magic pools a lovely sunset pink in her palm and Alec very carefully, sets his tiny hang in her palm, small fingers wreathed with dark tendrils. The shadows seem to vibrate for a moment, Cat’s magic sparking and then it all settles and they both retreat.

Cat with an intrigued look and Alec with a thoughtful one.

“As lovely as this has been, and it has been lovely.” The best Ragnor had hoped for, “I must be getting this lad back to his room to actually finish our tutoring.”

They say their goodbyes and when Ragnor has Alec back in the Institute, practicing on the range and motions of his shadows, he checks his phone and smiles at the text Cat has sent. It appears, that Alec will have someone in New York looking out for him, even when Ragnor is across the pond.

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In the Dawn Chapter 5

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title:  The Danger That Lurks

Notes: Still proofreading a bunch of later chapters, some are twice the size of these early ones so pfew. The exhaustion I suffer from does make it a lot harder, but I'm getting there.

Warnings: Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +190K

Chapter:  5/ It’s a secret.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

That night, your eyes opened, you had believed they would never do so again.

You were shaking in a sweat and very short of breath. It took you quite long to notice the shadow figure standing near the wall and it nearly caused you to scream.

“You missed the whole day.”

By the sound of his voice, you knew who it was.

“Did paladins die? I hope so.” Your bitterness was stronger than your voice.

The Monk came closer, hands behind his back, witnessing how fragile all the healing had made you.

He had brought a Fey and cursed them to the same fate.

Able to heal anyone but themselves.

A curse or a blessing?

The lasting silence from him felt odd.

“What?” You snapped.

He moved his hands from behind his back and dangled a fresh looking pastry in front of your nose.

Your eyes locked on it immediately, were you delirious?

Your eyes slid to his face, to prideful to ask out loud if you could have it.

He gave a shallow nod and let you take the pastry from his hand.

It tasted so good it nearly brought out tears.

As you ate, he walked around the room.

Crumbs landed everywhere with your hands shaking so much, you did not let them go to waste either and put every single one of them in your mouth as well. “Why did you refuse to let me heal you the first time?”

He hid the compassion he had felt behind the excuse, “It would be a waste to risk your death for a wound that would heal by itself in time. You are too valuable.”

Your eyes narrowed at him at that.

Until he corrected his wording. “Your healing ability is too valuable.”

Again you were diminished to nothing more than the magic you were born with.

“Wow. Thanks.” The sarcasm dripped from you.

For a blink, he looked aware of his poor communication skills.

The shaking was slowly getting better. “That village where you found me, did you find other Fey?”

It drew his eyes to your face, a look of interest in them.

The worry for Squirrel’s safety had kept you up many a night. “You said you do not harm children. There was a boy.”

The paladins had told him of it, and he had told them not to bother catching the child.

“There was only you.” He said.

You laid down on your side, feeling how the exhaustion increased just by eating.

He tilted his head. “Have others of your clan died because of their power.”

“Many.” It was the honest truth. “The pain, we can feel it too when we use it too much.”

The Monk stepped closer and you hated how weak you felt and how healthy he looked now.

There was no fight in you left, not physically.

You forced your eyes shut, feeling the air barely able to fill your lungs who craved it so much because it hurt. “Do not think that giving me something to eat will make me forgive you for this. I will never forgive you, Monk.”

He expected as such. “I do not need your forgiveness.”

“Only your god’s?” You guessed.

By the looks of it, you had guessed correctly.

You fired it at him, “How do you think you can receive the forgiveness of a god, if you can’t even get it from a Fey?”

Even now, you did not fear speaking like this to him…

He was not amused by it. “I do not seek the forgiveness of evil.”

You mumbled between your teeth, “Not evil enough to stop paladins from using me.”

It was a fair retort.

The remainder of small glass shards cracked beneath his boot and he brushed them under the bed with it.

“Why are you still here?” It was keeping you from sleep.

“I am ordered to make certain you survive.” He admitted.

Ugh. They were keeping you alive to torment you further. “So I can serve my purpose?”

It sounded like he had sighed quietly.

The Monk knelt down next to the bed, it had your attention and glare right away. “The more you cooperate, the better your life will become among us.”

It was exhausting. “Obey or suffer. That is what you are offering, do you even realize this? Is that how they twisted your mind?”

He looked off to the side, trying to remain indifferent to what you said.

“Tell me what kind of Fey you are, and I will answer a question you may have.” He used the same tactic you had used on him.

Your answer was as indifferent as he acted, “I am not interested in learning about you.”

The change in his expression was gone not a second later.

But you had seen it nonetheless and wondered what had gone through his head right there and then.

There was one thing you were prepared to trade for, “If you bring me another one of those pastries, I will tell you what I am.”

He had not expected for you to propose a deal. “Agreed.”

“Now.” You added.

His enthusiasm was gone by the time he stood again. “Now?”

It was the middle of the night.

There was no swaying you. “Now.”

The Monk swallowed the protest now that he was so close to getting the information he wanted.

Still, it was obvious by the way he left the room that he wasn’t happy with being rushed.

Good. You weren’t happy either.

As you waited, you played the dangerous game of closing your eyes for ‘just a second’ and lost.

That second lasted until morning, and when you did open them you found the pastry right in front of your nose on the bed.

The Monk had not woken you for his end of the bargain. Odd.

Was it sympathy or pity? And why not exploit it for your benefit?

~~~♡~~~♡~~~◇~~~♡~~~♡~~~

When he came to fetch you in the morning, you were sitting up on the edge of the bed, talking some courage into yourself.

Of course you had eaten that pastry, or risked it being taken from you.

The Monk entered the room, tankard of water in hand, scanning you up and down to get an idea on your health status.

After he gave you the water to drink, he went to stand near the wall, his hands folded behind his back. “There are not many wounded today. I believe a repeat of yesterday will not occur.”

You drank the water, feeling how your body responded in gratitude.

Quietly you began, “Thank you for the water-..” He instantly locked eyes on you, “-and for the pastries.”

It had had an effect on him. “Uphold your end of the bargain.”

You did so without defiance. “I am Dawn Folk.”

The quick answer was unexpected, he had expected more wit or defiance.

“Dawn Folk…” He was pensive.

It did not make him recall anything.

You stood up from the bed, putting down the tankard, and slowly got closer to him. “I know you have been kind to me and I have not been behaving very grateful.”

Those weeping eyes were sharp as a hawk’s.

You stopped a little to his side. “But, I am.”

With the speed of a snail, you reached out and touched his arm.

A frown creased his forehead, eyes dropping to see your hand curl around his arm.

This man behaved as if no one had ever done such a thing to him before. Good, that confusion and uncertainty worked in your favor.

“You could treat me much worse.” Your other hand hovered not an inch above his chest and slowly moved down to his waist, where the daggers were on the belt.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“I could.” He warned you what the result would be if you tried to take one of his daggers.

Dammit.

Angered by your failure, you tried to step away.

He didn’t allow it to happen. “Consider yourself fortunate that I am not as bitter as you are.”

That earned him a firm push from you and it had you break free. “Bitter?! You are keeping me here like an animal, you arrogant bastard!”

Ah, there was that fire in you again.

The Monk dared to fuel it, “You are acting as one.”

Out of sheer frustration, you picked up the tankard and tossed it at his head.

He gracefully avoided it by leaning to the side, arching a brow as if it proved his point.

Not a minute ago, you were trying to seduce him, and now this.

When he actually seemed amused by it, it baffled you.

The Monk offered a choice, “Either you walk with me willingly, or I bind your hands and take you to the infirmary. Choose wisely.”

You spat at the ground in front of his feet.

Minutes later, with your hands bound in front of you, he had dragged you through the halls towards the infirmary.

He was there to make sure his red brothers did not report missing weapons later.

You felt his eyes on your back constantly and often glared at him over your shoulder.

A paladin came to speak to him for a moment.

The only time you did not watch your back was the moment a hand hit your rear, hard enough for the sound to echo in the infirmary.

It hurt.

The paladin responsible for it was sitting on a cot and received your fist to his nose.

The next few seconds were chaotic.

There was a lot of shouting and threats thrown your way, some had drawn their weapons and were ready to enact vengeance for their red brother.

“Quiet!” The Monk’s voice thundered over them all.

Blood seeped from the paladin’s nose.

You were in a corner, trying to stay out off their reach.

The Monk pushed past them, took your arm and steered you to the door.

The wounded paladin spoke up, “She broke my nose, Brother!”

“Consider it your punishment for breaking the vow!” The Monk barked, shutting the paladin down.

You were out of that room faster than one would think possible.

By the looks of it, he was steering you towards the room again.

And he wasn’t being very alert, probably too distracted by the fact that he would have to explain this to the priest.

He was there in the room and still this had happened. Father would not be pleased in the slightest. Would he think him incapable of keeping one Fey woman in control?

You bumped into his side on purpose and got close enough to steal the short sword from his side.

With the level of skill you had with the sword, you were fast enough to lash out with it at him.

He blocked the sword from getting near his face and the steel cut through his sleeve and skin.

You ran before he could call out for the others, and never heard him do so.

It was a blessing that the ruckus in the infirmary had drawn most of the paladins there.

You heard a group running in your direction, opened the first door you saw and got inside. A set of wooden stairs lead down into the cellar.

Barrels of wine decorated the place and you wished you had a hammer to drown this place in it.

Hurriedly, you cut the ropes from your wrist loose completely with the sword.

Whilst searching for an exit or trapdoor, you heard the stairs creak and hid behind one of the barrels.

The racing of your heart had your blood pumping through your veins.

By the quiet way of walking, you knew it was the Monk who was down there with you.

To your dismay, he seemed to be walking right to the spot you were hiding behind.

With his longsword, he tapped against the barrel you hid behind.

You shot out from behind it and lunged at him with the sword immediately.

He created a distance between you when it was clear you had chosen to fight.

His skill outmatched yours, but that did not mean that you wouldn’t give it your all in a fight.

He was so damn fast and you ruthlessly kept trying to strike at him.

All that build up anger found it’s outlet, the sound of steel clashing with his was deafening

Those at home would be proud of you for standing your ground.

You nicked him on his other arm.

It made him reconsider on holding back, you appeared quite capable with the sword.

One of your favorite moves was to spin and strike, and as you began your spin it was the Hidden that struck.

The pain they brought down on you was debilitating. It felt as if they were crushing your skull from the inside.

They still disagreed with you when it came to the Monk and you felt betrayed by it.

He saw you sink to your knees while your grasped at your head in agony.

You cried out and pleaded for them to stop this, “No! Please! I beg you, stop!”

How could hear the whispers of evil now, while they tore into the one who they had forced to heal him.

The pleas were ignored and their punishment continued without mercy.

It hurt so much that you felt yourself getting closer to fainting with each passing second.

The Monk was saying something but you could not hear him past the overwhelmingly loud voices.

You felt something around your waist, and then you were pulled into him.

He was there, kneeling on the floor and holding you to try and help. “They cannot harm you if you shut them out.”

He spoke from experience. Years and years of it.

Your vision was beginning to darken. How could you shut out something so powerful?

“Help…-” The idea of never regaining consciousness again terrified you.

He readjusted his position, an arm around to support your head, hand on your neck. “Breath.”

The relief began at your neck, as if they only yielded because he wanted them to.

It spread in your body until all that was left was complete and utter exhaustion.

The short sword you had dropped had been kicked to the other end of the room and you were left unarmed in the hands of the Monk.

As if he sensed a line being crossed, he lifted his hand so it no longer touched your neck.

At this point you did not care if the enemy was holding you up in a seated position, it was that or hitting the floor.

Was this what had happened in the forest that forced you to heal him?

Once you felt a bit better, you scrambled out of his hold.

“You hear them…” You breathed out, sitting on the floor, shocked that they would let themselves be heard by someone like him.

He hated that he could hear them try to influence him all the time. “The suffering they inflict on you will lessen in time, if you reject their influence.”

You refused to be turned to the Church like he was. “If they are doing this to me, there is a damn good reason for it.”

He hit the nail on the head, “They are tormenting you to protect me.”

It was unfair. “Why are they protecting a traitor?”

Because of what he was…

It dawned on you that you did not know what sort of Fey he actually was, and the answer to your question could be the same “What…kind of Fey are you?”

From his expression, you deduced he would not answer the question.

Your eyes drifted to the sword at the other end of the cellar.

He did not have to look to see where your attention had went. “Who taught you how to wield a sword?”

Now it was you who refused to answer.

The Monk stood up and offered a hand, blood stained his sleeves from where you had managed to cut him. “I am taking you back to your room.”

You smacked the hand away.

He sighed deeply, and under the sound of your protests he grabbed your arm and brought you up from the floor again.

The weakness of your legs caused you to stumble and land into his side.

A couple of curses flew out, and you almost considered just falling over being anywhere near him.

“Weren’t there more wounded?” You remembered there were tree.

“It can wait.” He brushed the question away. “Now, will you be calm and walk along, or will you continue to fight me?”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “It can wait.”

Slowly his eyes drifted to your face, doubting it was sarcasm.

You would feel more up to fighting after some rest.

On the walk back to the room, you remembered how back in the dungeon you had sensed his presence. All alone in the dark, it was far more simple to focus on the signals nature granted to you.

This man was odd, you wished it was simple and that he was just pure evil, but it was more complicated than that.

He was Fey. He was serving the enemy and you had no idea why he had chosen to do so, it made no sense. What Fey kind was he even? Why did the Hidden insist on protecting him even if it meant hurting you?

There was more than what meets the eye and you wanted to get to the bottom of it.

He caught you staring and send you a look that translated to ‘what?’

You questioned it out loud, “Why did you run to their side?”

The Monk refused to answer and locked you back in that room.

Even though you hated being trapped, you were glad that you could rest now and that there were no paladins around to hit your rear again.

If only the wind did not blow cold air into the room through that window you had broken.

You grabbed your former shirt and trousers off the floor and tried to stuff them in the window.

By being weakened, thanks to the Hidden, you couldn’t manage it.

The idea to drag the bed under the window came fast, and you stepped on it to gain some more advantage. It went easier and you did not have to strain so much.

The door flew open as you were still shoving the fabrics in there.

Quickly you looked over your shoulder to see the Monk looking rather confused.

“I’m guessing you’re not gonna help with this.” You stated.

He approached and stopped at the bed, “What are you doing?”

Wasn’t it obvious? “Shoving my clothes in the window.”

This time he did keep his hand on the pommel of his sword, not taking any risks. “What happened in the infirmary, has that happened here before?”

You faced the window and continued the task. “They’ve tried. Why? Do you believe them to be saints?”

“None of us are.” He had tilted his head down.

Once the wind was blocked from entering, you hopped down from the bed and ignored him to push the bed back where it came from.

He took hold of your elbow. “Come with me.”

“Why?” You quickly asked.

The question went ignored and he proceeded to bind your hands together again, this time behind your back and he kept a hand on the rope while walking you through the hallways.

With his fingers hooked on the rope, he stopped and kept you beside him.

Many paladins were walking in the larger hall and you gravely disliked seeing so much red.

His eyes stayed on the crowded place, “Which ones tried to break their vow?”

It was met with great reluctance, you did not want to answer it at all. “I don’t remember.”

The Monk did not even look at you when saying, “In exchange I will offer a meal.”

Your empty stomach was making your memory return, still…

Why did he want to know? Was this a test?

The doubt must have been visible to him.

He was waiting for your cooperation. “There is no place for sin here. Describe them to me.”

“No.” You weren’t trusting those bastards to not retaliate against you.

A silence fell between you and you could sense he was trying to think of a way to convince you otherwise.

“They are not to touch a woman. Not like this.” He thought it needed explaining.

You deadpanned, “Tell that to my rear.”

Father Carden walked in your direction.

The Monk called out to two paladins before handing you over to them, then he went to speak to the priest.

You could only hear Carden ask why ‘the Fey girl’ was here now. Did the Monk not ask for permission before doing things like this?

From the looks of it, the priest was quite dismissive to what the Monk was telling him.

Father Carden walked away and the Monk was left looking disappointed.

It took a few seconds for him to snap out of it and march to where you were.

“Hand her back.” He was anything but courteous about it.

The paladins released you fast and stepped back at the sight of his anger slipping from under the stoic mask.

You were whisked away by him instantly, he walked fast, very fast.

His angry strut lasted for three hallways, then simmered down.

Something inside told you to be silent and let him come to his senses first.

You were back in the room within minutes, were he took the ropes off from your wrists.

It did not pass you by how bothered he appeared by what had been said to him.

“What? Did the priest scold you or something?” You hoped not to sound too interested.

Father’s reply had come as a shock to him.

~“She is but a Fey.”~

You were there to heal them, not as… entertainment.

That bastard proceeded to push you to sit down on the bed.

Of course you went to stand again but he just repeated the action.

“Sit down and listen.” He was at the end of his patience.

“I’m not one of your paladin dogs that you can order around!” You seethed.

How could he begin to explain the threat you faced?

Only when you saw him visibly struggle to say a word, did it silence you. This wasn’t the sort of person to appear struggling before an enemy.

“What is it?” This time you asked calmer but still annoyed.

The Monk cast his eyes to the broken window. “Avoid being alone with my red brothers.”

That was not your decision to make in this situation. “Are you serious? I am a prisoner here! Why-…”

The reality dawned on you just when you were about to ask.

He looked at your face briefly, then at the floor.

The anger dripped from you. “Does a Fey woman not count as a woman? Are we excluded from the vow?”

He could not even say it out loud that his red brothers would not be punished for taking advantage of a Fey woman.

Here he was, warning you while standing aside, it was infuriating to say the least.

You were on your feet not a second later. “Did you tell me this just to frighten me? Is that why?!?”

To him, it was insulting. “I told you this to warn you!”

To warn you against something you could barely do a thing against because they tied you up all the time?!?

“Leave me alone. You’re just as bad as the rest of them!” It was a sneer.

The door was slammed shut by him as he left.

Why would the Weeping Monk try to help a Fey? This had to be a mind game of his to keep you under control.

You sat down on the bed, still feeling the result of the Hidden’s scorn.

It was hard not to feel abandoned by them, when they preferred someone like the Monk over you.

Why else would they stop you from fighting him and leaving him to die?

Escaping this place proved difficult, but they would not remain here forever. When they traveled again, they would need you. It would be much easier to escape on a wagon.

For now, you would do what you needed to survive.

Taglist:

@ourlazydetectivekitten​​ @the-great-adventures-of-me​ @linkpk88​​  @fxrchxldws​​  @elenaoftheturks​​ @slytherlight​​ @beananacake​​    @crystallizedtime​​  @moonlightaura03​​  @angrygardendeer​​  @have-aheart​​   @5am-cigarette​​ @arcanenature​​  @thewinterskywalker​​ @notyourwildestdream​​ @coloursforyourportrait​​ @koressecretidentity​​ @nike90​​ @n1ghtlux​​ @rachlovesactors​​ @luckyzipperscissorsbat​​ @morena-doing-stuff​​  @the-fangirl-diaries​​ @gipsydanger17​​ @heavenly1927​​  @phantasmalbeiing  @labyrinthonmymind  @asarcastic-thiamstan​​  @rainyv-skies @kissingandromeda @stclairesplace​​

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist of this story.

[moonshynecybin]

other than rosquez and bezz and cele who comples u the most from the current (or past) grid?

okay so i am truly a baby motogp fan so im still feeling it out but!!

im interested in the pedrenzo lore but dont know enough about it! i just enjoy when men hate each other comma weirdly. so someone evangelize me about it

but the bulk of my braincrazy this weeks has been regarding casey stoner. he compels me sooo much i love a hater. more detailed under the cut but i get personal~ so read at your own risk i guess

actually so. hmm. VULNERABILITY ALERT: the thing is. i do somewhat. relate to casey in lots of ways. like looking at a person like marc marquez its easy to call him crazy (and even easy to call less reckless riders crazy) because its a very dangerous sport with lots of injuries but i do kind of get it. because i know a LOT of people like marc and the other riders. like my entire family is like that lol. family motto is "but did you die?" and like sometimes its close!! adrenaline junkies allllll of them

basically! i was heavily involved in a very niche extreme sport (whitewater kayaking) from a young age bc my parents (and brother) were/are very very good kayakers. some of the best in the world for a bit there. like for context: i know multiple olympians and did a few clinics with people who are now olympians when i was a kid/young teen before i quit. and my dad really wanted me to be an elite kayaker bc i was a little better than my brother. not as intense as some dad/coaches but its like. hard to articulate how integral to the fabric of our family this sport is. and how many people i know who have drowned/been permanently injured from it and how everyone i know loves the sport despite that, in ways that are really hard to understand from outside of it. like yes they are crazy (and marc is crazy) but if any one of us was away from a river for more than a month at a time we WILL go insane including myself.... theres photos of me being conerningly young in the cockpit of a kayak that i look at now and im like. who let me do that lol.

so its interesting for me to get into motogp with all these kids staring way too young and knowing each other and coming up in the sport and sacrificing their safety at the alter of a death sport they love so, so much because. hey i lived that! people i love still live that! im involved in the industry still! i cant let whitewater go, even if i do a less dangerous version of it now!

but i quit! because i was battling anxiety. which is an already alienating experience but ESPECIALLY when your entire life is dominated by a sport that is exclusively for people with maladaptive adrenaline responses lol. and when i was reading stuff that casey said about his retirement and how he would lie in his motorhome wanting to die before a race and then just. tell himself to suck it up bc he couldnt let people around him down.... well. same! i would literally cry before every kayak clinic or river trip for years until i had enough and fucking quit! and then i grew up, got an anxiety medication prescription, and started doing forms of the sport that didnt rely on me being strapped in to a vehicle under water and freaking out all the time and im generally in a much better place with it. but its kind of an impossible thing to explain to my peers who kayaked as kids who have the OPPOSITE of an anxiety disorder, who are also the only people who have that specific experience as being a kid raised in the sport bc the sport is sooo small. and i imagine casey deals with something similar.

so this has been DISGUSTINGLY vulnerable but its casey. he gets me i get him. we are holding hands

[berryjamgirl]

Taffy's yandere profile

TOOK LONG ENOUGH WITH THIS, credits to @cinnamonest for the profile template i also inspired myself on @/kandyrezi yandere taffy headcanons post.

Therefore: tw//noncon, stalking, obsessive and toxic behaviour, kidnapping, mentions of abuse, afab reader in some parts. (!!this is purely headcanon!!)

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

He is obsessive but quiet and careful. There is no noticeable change in the way he treats you, he doesn't really become more talkative or pushy despite wanting to, the only plausible evidence for anything else would be if you putted in risk your own safety (wanting to go to Ne-No -Kuni for example), where despite the lack of change of expression he firmly tells you to stay in his world where it is "safe".

In terms of awareness, he is the type that goes back and forth between delusional and lucid, much more delusional than lucid most of the time. Following you, changing your routine to avoid risk, keeping "dangerous" people away from you, and basically treating you like someone incapable of taking care of themselves in his head is just a form of protection, a part of his mind alerts him to these dangerous feelings and how he could become a problem for you, but this is ignored, after all how would protecting you be a problem? These are just more effective measures in the world they live in, in his mind.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Inevitable, the more time goes by the worse he gets, as he just keeps justifying himself and becoming more delusional, he doesn't need help it's YOU who needs help comes to a point where the only possible solution to protect you is kidnapping you.

At first, it's an idea he feels guilty about having but it's just something to help you right? If he doesn't keep you locked up in a basement, give you food, a comfortable room and an environment in general that isn't your usual captivity it wouldn't be bad, you would get used to it over time and see how much better it is.

This also serves the way in which he will kidnap you, not being brutal or tying any part of your body (for now), just a sleeping pill is much better.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Difficult, but not impossible (unless you're human). He has rules to follow to make sure you don't really hate him or feel bad during this captivity, these rules include:

Doesn't keep you in a chain, just reinforce the house in an extreme way from the outside to ensure you don't escape;

Trying to give you as many privileges as possible, you're basically living your normal life, just without putting yourself at risk and leaving the house.

He's a very busy person, so he spends a lot of time outside giving you enough hours to look around to find flaws around the house, or even something he dropped by mistake that could help unlock the door. But you're at a disadvantage against him of course, not only physically but also in terms of terrain, he knows every part of Kumo-No-Kuni in the palm of his hand and if you are not familiar with that world, escaping becomes practically impossible and it is just a matter of time after you leave the house for him to find you.

For the slightest amount of chance, you'd be lucky to find a way out of that world while he still hasn't come home, but you'd be relying purely on luck or the number of times you've escaped him, creating enough experience to get to know the place.

The moment he saw the empty room and house, you would have to race against time, he would be very irritated looking for you and anyone who passed him would see how the serious and relaxed expression becomes irritated and somber, besides that he would be tense and nervous, speaking quickly and perhaps even a little rudely. But when he finds you he'll first worry if you're hurt, then forcefully take you home very quiet while he thinks about what he did wrong, aren't you happy? Doesn't he seem to love you enough for you to want to stay? Or are you just ungrateful? Many questions

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

For a head angel and someone who is God's right hand it's not as difficult as it seems, not because he's stupid (he sure isn't), it's just because of you being the one doing the manipulation so there would be several things that would pass by him since he doesn't think that of you.

Asking for certain things would be easy since he only wants your good and happiness, of course dangerous things wouldn't be given, but if you can find less obvious alternatives of objects to help you escape he would give it as soon as possible.

Of course after the first attempt to escape he would put the pieces into place and become more strict and attentive in what you ask of him, as well as being extremely disappointed since he didn't think you would. From that point on, it would be much more difficult.

And it's good not to mention physical tricks, he's a seraph and a warrior of God, unlike verbal manipulation he wouldn't fail to notice a physical attempt to trick him (unless the attempt comes from his own God).

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

You can have pretty much anything that isn't dangerous to you from his point of view, everything within his reach will be given. Unless things related to your past connections, what you have of memory of the people you once interacted with will be everything you will carry for the rest of your life, necklaces, valuables that were presented to you by other people, of whom he may feel threatened, they would be out of the question but don't feel sad, if he could he would erase the memories too.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Don't do anything that puts you at risk and be honest, which basically means:

Do not hurt yourself;

Don't try to escape;

Don't try to physically fight him;

Try to not break anything;

Don't hide anything from him, say what bothers you.

Each broken rule has a different tolerance level, as hiding something from him and trying to escape are two different things, although uncomfortable for him, so they would have different consequences. Because he doesn't want to hurt you he would use positive reinforcement methods, but, that would be more at the beginning as throughout your "relationship" there would be things that he would lose tolerance and he would be more aggressive about, using slaps depending on how angry he is at the moment, he would comfort you during the whole process ,after all, he would have a big guilt by the end of it.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Well, he's paranoic, so anyone who acts too friendly towards you for his tastes is a potential threat. First he won't kill right away (unless it's a demon), he will try to convince you that that person doesn't want your well being and doesn't have good intentions towards you, because he really believes that, so he will use any flaw or mistake that the rival makes as a reason for you to leave immediately even using things they did in the past as a reason, he will use every mistake they have made until there is nothing left.

If it doesn't work, I don't think he'd have the patience to threaten the person directly so he'll kill, quickly trying to avoid evidence or a scene too disturbing for you to experience, so much so that he doesn't want you to think he's a killer as much because he has a certain notion deep in his heart that he shouldn't have killed.

If you find out he will tell you that it was an order from Fumus or that this person was a danger to his world, hoping you understand.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

It's something difficult actually, what happens are more moments of despair coming from him than really anger, moments when he worries too much about you for doing something that puts you at risk (an attempt to escape for example), but continuous mistakes irritate him little by little by becoming a snowball for him.

Gradually, he shows this irritation in a quiet way, clenching his fists while explaining the tenth time why you can't run away, grabbing your arm stronger to the point of hurting when he finds you, but he comes back to himself later, taking a deep breath.

When he really gets angry, it's scary, he doesn't really scream but raises his voice as he holds you under him saying how tired he is and how ungrateful you can be sometimes his crimson eye so empty that it burns you inside, making you wait for something worse. Then he just leaves you alone after that, leaves and locks the door and only comes back later when he's calmer.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It's interesting, I would say that in his head he tells himself that he sees you as someone superior, but the way he treats you is questionable to say the least.

He acts like you don't know how to do anything on your own and needs help and protection for everything, but that's not because he thinks you're incapable (deep down maybe he does), it's just because someone like you, so pure and kind, doesn't have to worry about things people like him worry about.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He doesn't think he really deserves your love, not because he's done terrible things to you, in fact he thinks that everything he's done so far is just not enough to make you really safe and well, it's like there's always something missing.

But deep down he really wants to feel loved by you, everytime time he does something romantic of course he excepts you to feel happy, if one day you could repay a part of the love he has for you he would be the happiest angel in the world. His actions aren't really for you to love him he would never think of it as this way, it's because it's how you deserve to be treated, and trying to treat you any other way at this point is next to impossible.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Due to the brutalities he faces from his God, his tolerance for cruel words and even attempts at aggression doesn't really annoy him, and as is common in his daily life he just boils down his actions to something childish, like a child. angry and frustrated.

He can sometimes even find it cute, even if you end up hurting him, nothing will be worse than the punishments he receives himself.

(n/sfw content)

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

I'd say high, it's hard not to think of you that way you know? he is obsessed with you, and being a busy person, thinking about you relaxes him and makes him more motivated to finish what he was doing. Having you close also makes these thoughts more recurrent than before ,when you crouch down to grab something, when you're drying your hair with your body still a bit wet even without revealing clothes makes him uncomfortable underneath.

He is subtly in the way he touches you, and it also takes time to happen even with the thoughts running around forever, just putting his hand on your shoulder and sometimes forcing a quick hug. Then it gets worse, his hands slide over your curves in an affectionate way and you start to notice the way he seems to get redder and breathing heavier as he does it, it feels like a dream to have you like this.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

His concept of consent is pretty disturbed I'd say, even with an iron mind it's impossible with the amount of abuse he suffers not to have even a small change in the way he thinks, in that way any sex that isn't rude and eventually makes him feel pleasure is consenting sex right? He uses that same logic with you, if he is kind enough and during the act you feel pleasure then that means you consented, maybe not at first, but eventually.

So in his mind, he does care about your consent after all he cares about your pleasure and comfort during the act, which is basically the same thing, isn't it? Any show of resistance is ignored by soft kisses and words of comfort, because he won't stop.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

It has been said that he enjoys sex with Fumus, but even so I took the liberty of thinking about other things than, well, sadism.

Bondage

He's a soft dom, there's nothing extreme (in his concept of extreme) it's much more about experimenting with the different ways he can make you feel pleasure, everything he wears on you fools you in appearance by being cuter and harmless, mainly vibrators and necklaces.

Praise kink

Getting compliments is so important to him that it ends up reflecting in the way he gets turned on (sexually or not), so telling him he's doing well, that he's great and stuff like that shines a spark in him that he's never felt before, it's good to use that to your advantage if you want it to be over soon.

Breeding

For many, breeding is about feeling that one is yours and eternally connects to you, so I feel like he would appreciate that a lot. It's good and it's not like you need to worry about protection anyway, you're not going to leave this house or this world, so it's good to think about building a life here soon.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He really wants to build a family and a future with you so he's unprotected in every situation. I feel like he would be worried about how the child could grow up in that world, and of course how you could be after pregnancy but he will do his best for the best possible growth, even if he has to change his behavior depending on your opinion of children.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He can be rude at times, and because he's nervous he won't give much thought to how brutal he can be, when you piss him off to the point where he'll consider punishing you in this way it's just him taking his anger out on you, pounding fervently until your attitude changes and he is satisfied with your answer. Because you would miss how he normally is instead of complaining, after all, isn't it nice when he treats you with love?

The other side of punishments is when the delusional part of him kicks in, if he shows how much he loves you until you understand that and appreciate it, you'll get better and stop acting like you're rejecting him. The entire night will be of you completely overstimulated, until it's enough.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Neck, he can get so many reactions out of you just by touching and choking him when he feels in the mood, especially if you are sensitive.

[megiesposts]

hello dear, researching on tumblr I realized that there were many more alphabets and I was curious about the fluff alphabet, and I love seeing Klaus in his softer side, if you are interested you could try to write it, but only if you want

Fluff Alphabet

with Klaus Mikaelson

________________________________________

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

- everyone knows Klaus mikaelson loves to paint. People, scenery, animals, he’s had a thousand years to learn and he’s amazing at it, he would love to teach you, and has a strange amount of patience he has with you in these moments is astonishing, and if you can’t paint, he will happily pant you, your body, or on your body instead

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

- how tolerant you are of him. He knows he acts childish. He’s impulsive, possessive, cold, ruthless, jealous, and a literal yandere in human form. Yet your always so patient, and you have no fear for him. He could hold a knife to your heart and threaten your life and you would laugh it off and talk about how cute he is (he would hate u for it) (not really)

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

- Klaus isn’t good with emotions, so he would probably try to do something he finds comforting, like cuddling or he would try and make you laugh, (likely at the demise of kol’s neck but still) he tries and that’s what counts

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

- Klaus wants to have kids with you, he would paint pictures of you holding small children and he just knew how great of a mother you could/would be, before he knew that he could procreate, he had no hesitation in thinking about adopting children with you, but god he’s obsessed with pregnant you

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

- Klaus is… a puppy. Literally. He’s so big and bad and evil at everything until it comes to you and he’s this lovestruck mess, he’s rather passive, and let’s you do as you please, but he does love taking control in where your dates go and how he spoils you

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

- Klaus is stubborn, and he would hesitate to forgive his s/o but he despises being without you, so it likely ends up with a long unspoken night in each others arms

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

- Klaus knows the threats that come with being affiliated with him. And to be his lover, it’s like you signed a permanent contract to place the largest target on back. It endangers you, your family, your friends, he definitely knows the risks of being his lover, and he would trade the entire would for your safety

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

- Klaus tries to be honest with you about everything, besides surprises he plans for you of course. There are situations where he kept things from you and they always ended up blowing up in your face, with you being angry at him, so he decided it was better to face the anger head on before it could fester and multiply

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

- Klaus is forced to try so many new things because of your interests. Things he finds trivial or he can have someone do for him, including the dishes after a meal, the only difference in your routine is the fact that you have an impulsive maniac in love with you

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

- I think we all know the answer to this, Klaus is a very jealous man. He has no hesitation to kill whatever is causing this jealousy

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

- it was impulsive, he showed up on the balcony to your apartment in the middle of the night, knocked on your door, and pressed you against it in a kiss when you answered. Plus, the man is 1000+ years old, he’s had practice

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

- Klaus is a forward man when it comes to love. He sends you extravagant gifts and letters declaring his love the moment he figures out his feelings for you.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

- marriage has never been something on Klaus’s mind, he’s gone through plenty of women and he’s never allowed the thought to cross his mind. But settling down with you? Starting a family, being in a home with you, he couldn’t force the thought to leave his mind no matter what he did

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

- Klaus is British, and we know every nickname that comes out of his mouth, love, darling, my love, the works, you know

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

- everyone knows - at first he tried to desperately hide it but it was obvious to everyone who just looked in your direction, Klaus gives gifts, everything you could want and imagine, he will tear the earth in two to get you

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

- Klaus will brag to every one of his siblings, especially Kol, who will find fun in flirting with you. He prefers to keep most pda private, but he will not hesitate to be all over you if a guy is flirting with you

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

- great strength, you constantly get him to carry you around and toss you, you will never have to walk again if you don’t want to

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- Klaus will fly you to Italy for a simple date because you said you wanted spaghetti - he will go the extra mile to surprise you

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

- Klaus will push you to pursue whatever you want, pay for college, get you instruments, he’s extremely supportive unless it endangers you

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- Klaus prefers routine, date nights on Friday, cuddle sessions every morning, bathing together every Monday night, he likes being romantic and spontaneous, but he thrives to have you in routine, because he always knows what to expect, and he loves the small moments between you too

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- Klaus tries to find every interwoven thought in your mind, now he’s not going to invade your privacy (unless your in danger) but he will always want to know everything about you, the good and bad he will accept it sll

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

- he puts you just slightly above his family, you mean everything to him, especially knowing that you accept everything about him, including his supernatural murderous side

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

-he has grown a reliance to sleeping with you in his arms, it takes him forever to sleep without you now

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

- Klaus loves to hold you, in public or not he doesn’t care, he will kiss you anywhere and everywhere

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

- he gets really angry, tries to paint but probably ends up drinking a lot and whining about how much he loves you to Elijah or anyone who will listen really

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

- Klaus will scour the ends of the earth if someone took you, he would kill anyone and everyone in his way, you are his and he is yours, anyone who thinks they can get in the way of that has a death wish, and Klaus plans to make their wishes come true

[homiro]

Vent

I used to be like 'Oh yeah you can use 'they' with me' but now I only do that when it's unsafe to use anything else. And to be fair, if safety is an issue, anything goes (in real life, anyway). But I really don't like to be referred to as 'they' and I'm going to risk saying it now because back then it felt like and people would write almost essays on why you should "normalise" and everyone should be fine with using they, so I used to put it there even though I didn't like it. I just didn't want to be dogpiled by people who want pronouns to be respected so badly they don't respect your pronoun preferences because "oh what's wrong with they? Do you hate non-binary people?" like people would get so aggressive and I'm like... no. Lol. I'm very literally and confirmed medically non-binary and that fact created a lot of dysphoria in me growing up because kids would make snide comments about 'doesn't look like anything' in the binary spectrum. And no, I will not make peace with that. I do not and have never wanted to be referred to as 'they' and that was plenty clear whenever it was safe. I went out of my way to put my pronouns where people could see them. But these people think that everyone is FORCED to be comfortable with being a 'they/them' even when our actual pronouns are known and do not include those. I do not have anything against non-binary people (the they/them, she/theys, he/theys, whatever), but that's just not me and it upsets me when people don't respect that. Like I won't make a fuss about it, I'm just venting a little here because I never got the chance, but it feels disrespectful and in a lot of cases transphobic especially if it's a an alleged cis ally (which has happened to me lol I literally had the male symbol in my screenname and this covert terf called me a they. I wish her nothing but the worst. She's a piece of shit) who thinks that 'they/them' is a one-size fits all type of deal lol newsflash: it's not.

Under a break because I guess that's the closest to not forcing people to see things we have around here.

[bourbon-ontherocks]

hi 👀 306 was last week but I still wanted to address a couple of things… mainly roxane’s last scene, ouch, she deserved a better exit than parroting the writers’ memo on [gros canard]’s failings 😩 c’est faible. feels like they should’ve axed the scene (it was clear enough they’d break up, anyway) and simply confirmed she left with the voicemail about her sister dropping off the keys. (btw--did we know she had a sister before you mentioned that detail in fic, or was it another of your predictions??)

big fan of the attic scene though, and daphné & [gros canard]’s synchronized "gilles 🙄😵" lol. plot-wise, however, I’d like to know who would put multiple acid tablets in a bottle they’re not drinking, because 1) big waste of money for a student population, 2) it’s probably not the most efficient way to take lsd (les résidus au fond de la bouteille !!!), 3) que fait le bde ? shouldn’t they at least pretend to care about safety when there’s a party in the dorms?

and I’ll admit it was kinda fun to see [gros canard] using his ~"just broke up" privileges to dunk on morgane’s relationship history. the guy woke up and chose violence 😭😂😭 ça va qu’elle le prend bien…

bref. that’s all for me on this one!! brb ✌️

Oh hi anon, it's so good to see you back!! 😘

I tend to disagree with you re Roxane's break-up scene, because let's remember that we are obsessed. We can list all of Adam's misdemeanors in the blink of an eye. The casual viewer can't. So this last fact in itself justifies Roxane's monologue reminding us what a terrible boyfriend he's been. And also, even though it all wasn't fresh news for me, I must say I appreciated hearing them all together and I appreciated even more Adam having all of this said to his face. And Roxane's conclusion "Et tu penses que ça fait de toi un type bien" poooooooow elle tire à balles réelles et ça fait du bien !!!! So yea basically I loved that scene because he deserved it. Period. 😂

And yes, Roxane mentioned her sister in 206!!! ("et pour l'anniversaire de ma soeur, tu as pu te libérer ?" while Adam is cursing Morgane for not capping the ketchup bottle) Now did I mention her sister in PQENCEL, well I'm afraid that's another occurrence of Local HPI anon knows my own fic better than I do lol!

(oh wait no, I mentioned her in the 303 fic, didn't I?)

The attic scene was funny-ish, granted, but it's entirely thanks to Gilles' inability to correctly answer multiple-choice questions! Ok full disclaimer, I'm kinda meh about this episode, I don't understand why so many people, cast members included, claim that it's the season's best, but also I must say that for me, the episode is completely doomed because of some infuriating stuff that happens in the finale 😭

Agreed that there's some very generous dealers on this campus, last time I checked open bars didn't include full bottles of LSD, but hey what do I know, my student years are far behind (also BDEs have never been worried about safety, come on 😅)(but this makes me think of the Palmashow's HPI spinoff "BDE" lol I bet it would have made this ep more interesting)

(speaking of the Palmashow parody, Morgane finding the victim's daughter behind the screen that *happened to be here* reminded me so much of fake Morgane finding the killer behind the curtain lol)

"the guy woke up and chose violence 😭😂😭 ça va qu’elle le prend bien…" -> true, perhaps it was a bit harsh to tell her that, but honestly the return of the flirty bickering felt so refreshing!!!! 😍 And I'd dare to think that maybe that's also the reason she takes it well while she has all the reasons to be hurt by him reminding her that she always gets dumped, because he's FINALLY risking a joke at her after all those weeks of silent treatment and closed face and angry looks, my boy is making amends and holding a timid Olive branch and she couldn't be more relieved....

... which makes the three months window proposal absolutely frustrating!!! I *hated* this part (I mean, before I watched the finale and understood what hating an episode's ending really meant lol *crying laughter*), because even though Adam needs some time to heal (understandable), and is a total control freak who shows up early on dates and probably needs to know his schedule six months in advance, this is like peak non-romance. Where's the passion? The spontaneity? I'd have accepted this scene if we'd seen him showing up at Morgane's door barely a week later and telling her that he, in fact, cannot wait, but this... UGH!

My theory is that he wanted to wait long enough to be sure about his feelings for Morgane (which would explain why he's so enthusiastic to date her in the next ep, unless he's that dtf haha), make sure it wasn't a phase or a fantasy due to being stuck in a relationship, and that's probably the only theory I can accept because it's vaguely romantic at least, and also I need to believe that his feelings are real, which is something that tends to be hinted at in 307-308 imo, so there's that consistency at least...

Speaking of consistency!!! I know I'm just hurting myself at this point but I wanted to make a quick check on the timeline... Surprisingly the show actually manages to speak the truth, Timothée did spend 4 months with the team (he arrived in the summer, two months later around September/October - remember that the months were mixed up in 303-304 - he starts dating Morgane for two months, and here we are!). So WHY would they instantly ruin that effort with the most random line this show's ever delivered:

"Et bah moi, je me suis séparée de Ludo il y a neuf mois..."

GIRRRRRRRRL, you spent two months on a couch after your breakup. Then, admitting that 205 to 208 happened in like a week which is in itself a ridiculous assumption, you left the PJ for six months. And here we are, four months later, as dutifully reminded by Timothée. And I didn't even extrapolate here, I just took point blank the elements that the show gave me.

2 + 6 + 4 = TWELVE FUCKING MONTHS BARE MINIMUM. Was it that hard to follow up? Jesus Christ.

And since I'm on the inconsistency chapter, the way TIBER is written on Morgane and Adam's wrists suggests that it's Morgane who was holding the pen because of the letters' orientation, but in this case she wrote on her left wrist. While she's left-handed. Too bad, huh?

Other honorable mentions include:

Adam playing a Columbo bit on the university's dean re the silver scalpel

"C'est doux en fait. On dirait du mouton" -> this one goes straight in the top ten show's best lines 🤣🤣🤣

The LSD trip scene being WAY too sexual, this is pornography 😆

I know it's fleeting and not properly framed, but did you see the only interesting part of that re-doing the house montage in the end? THIS:

No I will not accept any other theory, this is the handprint. I will justify it further with this shot from 304:

While the handprint is not visible, probably due to the light and filming angle, it's the same spot as above, which ties in with where Morgane landed in the dance scene, and also it's interesting to note that she put a little candle in front of it 🕯️🥹

[wheredafandomat]

Dr. Laufeyson

Chapter 17 - Flaming June

Warnings etc: Loki x female reader au where Lokis a therapist, therapy, flashbacks, smut, swearing, mentions of past trauma later in the fic including abuse both physically and sexually - not explicit detail, 18+. PLEASE tell me if I ever leave anything out x

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter

Hi Dr Laufeyson. As it’s the end and we’re finished now I thought I might as well tell you the conclusion I came to. I—I don’t enjoy meaningless sex it’s—I think it’s control. I’m in control of who I sleep with and I like that as opposed to Curtis forcing me to sleep with him so if that’s what you wrote during our sessions then you were correct well done. B-bye Loki.

Listening to the voice mail, Loki felt his heart drop. You sounded upset, clearly intoxicated and the sound of men in the background left him feeling unsettled. You didn’t sound safe. He felt angry, useless all of a sudden. He hated himself for not speaking to you sooner but he wanted to spare you both the mess that your relationship would turn into with him being your doctor by morning and lover by night and yet all he’s done now is push you into the arms of another. He had to call you, speak to you, rescue you if needs be. He would do just that.

Quickly, he called your phone, waiting eagerly for you to answer as it rang. He prayed for your safety knowing how vile some men could be. His mind raced with all the things that could be happening and he felt his heart rate quicken until the sound of your voice soothed his worried mind.

“Loki?” You questioned, holding the phone to your ear. You didn’t expect him to call you despite hoping so.

“Are you alright?” He asked quickly.

“Yeah.” You answered, nodding as if he could see you.

“Where are you?”

“Out.” You stated flatly.

“Where?” He demanded.

Hearing his tone, you decided to disclose your location without questioning him. He didn’t seem in a playful mood.

“Stay where you are, I’ll be there soon.” He rushed, hanging up the phone before grabbing his car keys. He had to find you, he had to protect you.

You stood outside the club, tightly wrapping your arms around yourself as you shook slightly, the alcohol not having its desired affect in keeping you warm. Steve was long forgotten after Loki had called you. You wondered whether you were simply hallucinating or whether or not you were actually standing on the street corner waiting for Loki to pull up in his car and drive off into the night as if you were any low class hooker. You began to wonder whether he listened to he voice note, what he thought of it but your mind couldn’t focus on singular thoughts right now. You blamed that on the tequila coursing through your blood. Minutes or hours later, you couldn’t tell, you saw the familiar car pulling up in front of you.

“I—I didn’t think you’d come.” You spoke through the window, quickly wiping a tear that had either fallen from the cold or from the fact that Loki seemed to visibly relax the longer he looked at you. “My knight in shining armour.”

“Get in.” He spoke, leaning over to open the door before you entered the car. Loki focused on the view in front of him as opposed to you as you fastened your seatbelt. When he did risk a glance, thankful you were safe in his car, he caught sight of your dress riding up your thigh. He speedily averted his gaze.

“I—I h-haven’t spoken to you in ages, you’ve been ignoring me.” You slurred, breaking the silence as Loki began to drive. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again. You felt insignificant, small as your resolve broke down. So much for deciding you’d leave Loki alone. It was hard when he was sitting right next to you. The questions you insisted you had abandoned were now reaching towards your lips, waiting to be spoken. You thought about the mystery woman that answered Lokis phone. Where was she? Who was she? Before you could speak, Loki did.

“I haven’t been ignoring you, I’ve been thinking.” He answered, looking at the road.

“About us?”

“About us.”

You were about to delve further until you remembered you had given your keys to Steve to hold for you assuming you’d head home together however now you didn’t know where he was and finding him would be a mission in itself.

“Ah fuck.” You sighed.

“What is it?” Loki asked worriedly, glancing at you.

“I don’t have my keys.” You laughed at your stupidity “but don’t worry we just have to go to Bucky, he has a spare set.”

“The same Bucky in Ostroff?” Loki answered.

“Yeah— oh yeah.” You realised. Changing courses, Loki decided to head towards his house. “Where are you taking me, you better not be kidnapping me.”

“Relax, we’re going to my place.” Loki answered with a slight smile.

“Okay.” You murmured, relaxing in the seat as Loki drove. The window was open slightly as a cool breeze washed over your face. You closed your eyes, taking steadying breaths as the wind continued to hit you. When he reached a red light, Loki couldn’t help but turn towards you as you sat calmly in the seat, your eyes still closed, loose strands of hair shaping your face. He was sure that if he had a canvas and a brush at hand, he’d be able to recreate the flaming June in your image.

“Can you play some music please.” You requested, eyes still closed. Humming in response, Loki turned the radio on and he saw you smiling from the corner of his eye as you heard the song which was almost halfway done.

“Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love.” You sang shamelessly in your intoxicated state forgetting you weren’t alone. “Never hesitating to become the fated ones”

The rest of the drive passed blissfully and eventually you arrived at Lokis house. Exiting the car, he walked to your side and helped you do the same, holding your weight as you both walked towards the door. When he opened it, welcoming you inside, your eyes began looking over everything in amazement. You were born into wealth, fancy galas and silver spoons yet Lokis house was the most impressive you had seen. Very him. He guided you towards the living room before sitting you down on the couch.

“I’ll be back in one moment.” He spoke before disappearing. Your eyes continued to wonder around the darkened room until he came back with a duvet and a pillow. “I would let you take the guest bedroom but it’s occupied.” He smiled curtly, handing you the things. You took them from him thankfully.

“Your place is really nice.” You smiled, hugging the duvet in your arms as his scent engulfed you.

“Do you want anything, water, tea? Food?” Loki asked, crouching down in front of you.

You shook your head no, already dreading tomorrows hangover.

“Alright well, rest now.” He simpered, tucking a few strands of escaped hair behind your ear “tomorrow we’ll sort out everything okay.”

“Thank you Loki.”

“Goodnight dear.” He bid, kissing you on the cheek as he rose back to his feet.

Leaving you felt strange to Loki as he departed the living room. He felt a need to stay with you, protect you. He grabbed a bottle of water and made his way back towards you, seeing you already laying down. He placed it on the table in front of you and pulled the duvet higher, covering you further as you mumbled a small “thankyou.” Reluctantly, he left again, making his way upstairs where Darcy was standing on the landing. He sighed as she looked at him.

“Who’s downstairs?”

“A friend.” He answered dismissively.

“The friend that keeps calling you?” She interrogated, raising her voice.

“Listen.” He spoke sternly as he glared at her “me allowing you to stay tonight is a kindness, if you want to leave, leave but you will remain quiet do you understand?”

Huffing, Darcy made her way back into the spare bedroom. It was too late for her to leave tonight plus she hoped she could get a glance at whoever was in the living room in the morning. She’d bite her tongue, for now.

Once Loki was in his room, he couldn’t get comfortable. What if you needed something or you wanted to use the toilet or if you choked on your own vomit. Anything could have happened to you. It was unsafe, he had to protect you. After changing into some pyjamas, he took out a shirt for you incase you wanted to shower and change before you left tomorrow in search of a key. Thinking you might get hungry in the night, he thought he’d go downstairs and make you a sandwich. As he made his way down the stairs, he was sure he could faintly hear you calling him. Quickly making his way towards you, his suspicions were confirmed when he heard you calling him.

“What’s the matter dear? I’m here.” He soothed, stroking your hair as you quickly fell back asleep. Whatever you were going to say was replaced by soft snores as you fell into a deep slumber. Tearing his gaze away from you, his flaming June, Loki made his way towards the kitchen. He left you a sandwich in a ziplock bag next to the bottle of water before heading back upstairs.

Tags:

@lokisprettygirl22 @michelleleewise @mischief2sarawr @howdidurhammergrowchris @consistentreader578 @mcufan72 @lokixryss @jaspearl31 @eyesbluelikethetitanic @lucylaufeyson3 @emma-laufeyson @deathlydelusion @multifandom-world8 @lulubelle814 @ppartridgee @geekwritersworld @kats72 @lokiprompts @123forgottherest @lokisninerealms

[the-hinky-panda]

Day 29: Malediction

10/29: Malediction��

Universe // Characters: Mariposa // Horacio Carrillo

Horacio Carrillo hates Pablo Escobar. 

There have been many people that have come into his life that he has disliked, despised, and been disappointed in even. But Escobar? Escobar he hates. 

He calls Escobar from various pay phones around Medellín, spitting threats and maledictions. Escobar gives as good as he gets though, the insults being hurled right back at him. They threaten each other individually, then their families. But one night, Escobar lobs another threat at him. 

“I will take everything, everything, including your little American informant.” 

At first he thinks Escobar is threatening to go after Peña or Murphy, but then he says something that clears up that misconception. 

“Your little butterfly.” 

Horacio swallows down the lump in his throat. “You’re getting senile, Pablo.” 

“Am I? Is this why you’ve been looking so hard for my cousin, Gustavo? For me? Can’t stand the thought that you’re the same as us? Just another unfaithful husband.” 

It’s the first time Horacio hangs up the phone without having the last word. He’s afraid no matter what he ended up saying, something would have tipped Escobar off to you or your whereabouts. There were already so many things that were being risked, he couldn’t risk anything else. He just wants this over. He wants to adjust to the post-Escobar era, now matter what that may look like. It just needs to be over. 

He ends up punching the pay phone to release his frustration, his fear. 

It’s with bloody knuckles that he picks up the phone again and calls Juliana. He makes sure there’s guards stationed outside. She confirms with a weary sigh that yes, they are there. He tells her that he needs to work late, run down some leads. She tells him to be careful and hangs up. He leaves the payphone and walks the eight blocks to your apartment. You don’t have bodyguards or police officers watching over you. You don’t have any safety measures being taken to ensure you survive this experience. 

And it makes him want to punch something again. But his hand is throbbing, blood dripping from his fingertips. He uses his left hand to knock on your door and you immediately open it to him, like you were expecting him. You immediately assess his tense jaw, worried eyes, and bloodied hand and turn away from him with a sad sigh. He follows you into the kitchen as you pull out an ice pack and wrap it in a cotton dishcloth. He rinses the blood off his hand and uses a paper towel to pat it dry. You lay the ice pack over his hand and then smooth your cool fingers over his cheekbones. 

“You need to stop calling him,” you admonish gently. 

“He threatened you tonight. Used the word butterfly. Knew about…us.” 

You shake your head. “All my intel says he has no idea who I really am. He’s spewing rumors and hoping you confirm something. It’s just a bluff.” 

“I’m going to stay the night. Just in case.” 

“If it makes you feel better,” you give him a small smile, “I’m certainly not going to say no.”

[dizzycloudzzz]

Disunited AU

Luz's goal is to travel to Titan's head cause the only other portal back home is there (PS: she spawned at Titan's feet ☠️)

Changing something in the history and politics of the Boiling Islands (Boiling Country???)

Okay, in parts, after Belos created the Coven System to categorize magic, he saw that people were still tempted by the wild one, so he decided to plant the seed of ✨prejudice✨ among the covens, so - for example -, a person of Potion magic would not wanna hang out with a person of Bardic magic and there would be no mixture

Everyone accepted this man in power and literally all he had to promise was that he would end diversity lol at least he kept his promise

It worked so well that now people from different covens were starting to HATE each other (the majority) and couldn't stand being in the same place, including coven leaders

So they suggested the idea of ​​having specific areas on the Islands where only people from a certain coven could live and work and study and stuff only with their equals ☠️

(I found just this image of the entire Titan and edited to use as an example, with the covens' colors indicating the places where they dispersed 👇)

So, the Islands are disunited, this has been a time ago

Anyone who born in any part of Titan was obliged to follow the path of magic that belongs to that place (like, getting the coven's sigil when they're just a baby, no choice allowed, something like that) if your parent(s) had you in the Titan's legs - for another example -, CONGRATULATIONS, you will do Abomination magic for the rest of your life!!!

Look at the map 🗺️:

Emperor's Coven: Head and Horns (inside the skull is the... secret 🤫)

Abominations Coven: Legs (rich part - the thigh - and poor part - the lower leg - separated by the knees, who belong to another coven. the industry is here, sell and buy what you can, small and big businesses. all the cheap entertainment you could want. big city and cyberpunk vibes)

Plant Coven: Feet (cause it's what steps on the grass. thank them for the oxygen. beautiful forest, beautiful people with beautiful culture and a beautiful language. they invented alternative healing methods and have a much more sustainable lifestyle, they don't buy, they MAKE. their festivals rock, BTW)

Healing Coven: Chest (cause I find it poetic to refer to a healed heart and, idk, cardiology? come here to be healed and mistreated by healers if you are from another coven. the best schools and colleges are here, some covens risk sending their children to come and study here in full-time. there's a LOT of kids - and teens -, the parents didn't have much to do ☠️. there are cool museums and libraries and all the nerd things)

Potions Coven: Hip (has a "free pass" to visit all areas of the Islands cause they are exporters of potions... with a delivery app. most people here are workaholics or sitcom families, sometimes both, sometimes neither. not a fun fact at all: some cool inventors were born here and let's ignore the fact that their projects were stolen by the Emperor to him spread the news across the Islands, YEAH BELOS YOU CERTAINLY INVENTED THE SCROLL VERY THANK YOU)

Bard Coven: Hands (cause hands play instruments and all. this place is wonderful to live, THERE'S SAFETY, MUSIC, BASIC SANITATION, DID I ALREADY SAY MUSIC? well, except for people who don't have the slightest musical aptitude and were bullied by children in the school choir but are still forced to live here - totally random example. they take deep-rooted traditions a little too seriously, but many revolutionists live[d] here)

Construction Coven: Arms (💪. Emperor's workforce, some other states need them sometimes too. laws are not really followed, fight for your job and your life. they're planning a coup d'état but don't tell anyone. here are the mountains and the slums, I DUNNO WHAT THE HELL MASON IS DOING WITH THE PEOPLE'S MONEY BUT SOMETHING WRONG ISN'T RIGHT)

Illusion Coven: Knees and elbows (body joints. they're important to avoid war crimes between the Bardo state and the Construction state - the first covens to initiate the disunity at the time it all started, cause the Construction people wanted to keep the area in Titan's hands, since "they did the manual work" - separating them and also separating the proletariat of the Abomination state from the bourgeoisie.)

Oracle Coven: Neck (has many vertebrates - discreet delivery men - that connects the head - the head of the state - with the torso - the healing coven treatment he needs cause he's old -, supports the weight of the head - the weight of the government's lies - and protects the nerves that carry sensory - the Oracle have spies everywhere that carry information - from the brain down to the rest of the body, in addition, the neck is highly flexible and allows the head to turn and flex in all directions - they do the opposite process, take what they know about other states to the Emperor)

Beast Keeping Coven: Belly (agro-industry, agroforestry, agro is everything. a lot of farms and palismen and history and wild life. the kind of place where everyone knows everyone. Eberwolf is currently a very good governor)

Luz will bring them all back together and not ironically lower the prejudice percentage to 0%, EVEN IF IT'S ONE BY ONE, trust this human girl and her charisma, she'll open everyone's minds

I'll tell more later, xoxo 💖

[alexanderlightweight]

How about one where Alec’s siblings try to give him an ultimatum after he and Magnus start dating. Like it’s him or us kind of thing?

Hey! Thanks for prompt!! Hope you enjoy 💜

—

“Do you even think before you spew shit out?” Alec asks, having perfectly thought out what he himself was going to say. “No—“ he holds up a hand. “Don’t actually try to answer that, I have no faith in whatever you’re about to say. So tell me one thing, just one thing. Did the four of you—“ Alec pauses and gives Simon what he knows the vampire calls his ‘disappointed assassin!dad look’. He goes even paler under his death pallor and Alec sighs. “Did you even consider how dangerous what you're asking could be for Magnus?”

“Magnus is more than powerful enough, we all know that now.” Clary explains, like that makes it better.

It doesn’t.

“It’s not about if he’s capable. Obviously he’s powerful enough. It’s about whether or not even the slightest risk to Magnus’ safety is worth the outcome you’re trying to get. And it’s not. I’ve run the risk and it’s not an acceptable one.”

“You’re seriously going to choose your boyfriend over the mission?” Jace asks and Alec sends him a dry, unimpressed look at the hypocrisy.

“At least he is my boyfriend.” Alec murmurs, because Jace didn’t even have an official relationship to blame for his actions regarding Clary for a long time.

“Okay.” And Alec settles in his chair and clears his throat. “So here’s what we’re not going to do. We’re not going to do the ‘you’re picking Magnus over the mission. Or ‘you’re picking Magnus over me’.” And here he gives them all a tired look.

“It’s going to be yes, obviously I’m going to pick Magnus. I've lost Magnus three times now and each time the likelihood of getting him back became less and less each time. Magnus is my husband. I don’t care who it is. You could be bleeding out, begging me with your whole soul to do something that would put him even just a little bit of harm's way, and I’d say no.

“Because it’s not Magnus’ job or responsibility to do such a thing. And as your superior, I’m telling you right now, that no one will argue with me. Because every single Institute in this realm knows that Magnus Bane has a very protective, possessive asshole of a boyfriend. One who legally jacked up the price of every single magical and mundane service Magnus offers to the clave. And currently, the New York Institute doesn’t have the funds to pay his rates. Because we’re still paying off the debt you four — and yes Simon you are included in that thanks to Clary and Izzy — all racked up, calling Magnus like you had a stack of quarters and he’s an arcade.”

Alec takes a weary breath and ignores Simon murmuring, “how does he know what an arcade is?”

And Izzy’s quick and quiet, “Magnus took him and Madzie to one.”

It’s only Alec’s business if he enjoys showing off the knowledge he learns at Magnus’ side.

“So you three are going off duty. Turn your phones in to Andrew. You can go through our databases and see if there’s a warlock who would be willing to work with you in our pay grade. Simon, leave.”

“You can’t take our phones!” Clary protests and while Alec doesn’t actively hate her anymore, his glare still stops her in her tracks.

Alec will assign her ichor duty if she shows insubordination and she knows it.

“If I leave you your phones, you’re just going to call every single downworlder you know starting with Magnus.” Alec knows exactly how this plays out. “You’ll interrupt the valuable time of people who have frankly, more important things to do than save you some time and brain power.

“And even if one of them, maybe Maia, is willing to help you out, she’s a mixologist learning to be a marine biologist. She’s not going to know shit about the kind of abilities you need. So you’d just be wasting her time twice over

“So look through the database, ignore any clave bias in the portfolios and be respectful when you call. You’re making a request, not a demand.”

Alec is very pleased with himself, even if the group is looking at him with varying degrees of confusion and irritation. And then he hears a noise and looks over them to see Magnus.

Magnus is watching him with his gold eyes melting into amber the longer their gazes stay connected.

“We are gonna just go.” Simon mutters, “right now. Immediately, we should definitely go. I will leave. Text me when you’re not grounded and get your cell phones back okay?”

“We’re not grounded.” Clary quietly protests but Jace clamps a hand over her mouth, probably recognizing the look on their faces from his ill-fated stay at the loft.

“Uh, assassin-daddy-vibes over there definitely grounded you. And because my life might be at stake—“ Simon waggles his brows and ignores the groans. “I am definitely obeying his house rules. And also I think I might be either mentally scarred for life or forced to confront parts of me I am not prepared for if I have to watch them jump each other.”

Alec ignores them.

This is the reason why he lets them keep Simon around, he’s like a little Shetland sheepdog desperately trying to keep his incredibly reckless ponies together.

“That all sounded very familiar.” Magnus says quietly as he steps past them, shutting the door behind him as. There is something soft and almost uncertain when he asks.

“I try to listen when you talk.” Alec admits and shrugs his shoulders, “sometimes it’s hard when I’m tired. Or if it’s something frustrating because I don’t understand. But I figure if I don’t understand it I just need to listen harder.”

“Even my clave hating rants at six am when you’re covered in ichor and passing out on me in the shower?”

Alec shrugs again, “sometimes those are the most important ones. You got hurt and we were separated because the clave summoned us to two different battles. Because your safety isn’t a priority for them. It’s why I put so many new protocols in place. The only one I can trust to protect your back is me.” Alec believes it wholeheartedly.

He trusts no single other person to put Magnus’ well being above the world. Because even Cat now has Madzie and they lost Ragnor. And one night; when Magnus had taken Madzie out for a movie, Cat had come over to talk.

Because she could not handle not having the assurance of someone who would put Magnus first. And she didn’t trust Alec, not until he spilled his blood and swore a secret vow.

And so the two of them; they’d promised each other. That Cat would always put the little girl the three of them loved first.

And Alec would always put Magnus before anything. Even above the survival of their realm.

Alec will cut out his own heart if it means Magnus’ still beats and Cat watched him swear that vow on his runes and divinity and had finally known some peace. Because Alec is also willing to lose a piece of his soul if it means keeping Magnus safe; and Cat knows that too.

“My darling,” Magnus murmurs and Alec will always endeavor to put that look on his face. “And you’d choose me over any of them.”

Magnus says it wonderingly, like it’s a deep shock and his hands are cupping Alec’s face and he wants to meld into them as he nods.

And Alec knows Magnus won’t entirely believe him, and it’s not Magnus’ fault that he can’t yet.

But Alec is going to spend every day of the rest of his life proving that he will always and forever put Magnus first.

Like he should have done from the start.

“I’m a selfish man.” Alec admits softly, “how can I not put you first, when you’re the very heart of me?”