#I love this gremlin child of mine

[jackie-gremlin-ghost]

Gave my OC Fran (aka Fizz) a slight redesign, and also made some expression drawings of her as well.

For those that wondered what her personality is like, well… let’s just say…

Like Uncle, Like Niece 🤭

("Technically, he's my Second Cousin, but who cares about specifics?")

Also here’s her ghost form and the screencaps I used for reference for her expressions.

[beif0ngs]

Nimona + text post(s)

[theinsanefoxwriter]

Gregory Deserves Better...

I never make actual posts to be honest, but I feel the need to right now, because I’m just so…tired of this. My favorite character in the newer FNAF era has been mistreated by both fans and the creators. So I’m making this in light of the new book coming that, at least from the description we have right now, sounds like it’s just Security Breach, except Gregory is replaced by Cassie.

I’ve said many times elsewhere how I suspected they wanted to boot Gregory for Cassie, and...I had no idea how right I actually was. It angers me, but…mostly, I’m just hurt and very disappointed, because it sucks to see a character I loved get so disrespected then practically replaced. The ending of Ruin felt like a slap in the face, and the sting is only getting worse. (And very quickly, in case anybody takes this from what I'm saying, no I don't hate Cassie. I just don't want her to completely replace Gregory.) I’m not here to talk about that situation, though.

If anyone for some reason leaves a comment arguing the points I make, I’m just going to ignore or even delete it. I’m not here to discuss or argue with people who disagree with me and/or think Gregory is a bad character. I just want to express an opinion that I don’t think is said nearly enough. And that opinion is the fact Gregory is severely misunderstood and mistreated by both the fandom and canon itself. I’m not going to get into everything, but enough that you can hopefully understand the point I’m trying to make.

Most of the Gregory hate at the beginning was due to him destroying the animatronics and then lying about it to Freddy. I don’t see how this makes him hateable or a bad person. “Why’d he have to go out of his way to destroy them?” “He’s a bad person for lying to Freddy and giving him the upgrades of his friends.” “The Glamrocks were so awesome. Why did Gregory have to do that?” What kid in danger would want to help or be nice to the scary robots trying to kill them? Or against the better argument, why would he have sympathy for them in a moment of intense danger? When they were actively trying to kill him? He did what he thought he needed to survive, which was destroying them and using the good parts they had to give him a better chance against them. If they had been nice, he would have liked them, but they weren’t. They were after him. And choosing to do that plus being able to do that doesn’t make him a bad person, and it doesn’t mean he's uncaring towards others or that he’s heartless. What I think people don't take into account is that Gregory did befriend an animatronic, the one who wasn't attacking him. He went to great lengths to help Freddy, and genuinely cared for him; that bear needed to be rescued on more than one occasion lol, and Gregory clearly wasn't just doing it because Freddy gives him a hiding place.

And in regard to the lying, I think Gregory hid that he was getting the upgrades from Freddy's friends, because he didn't want to make Freddy mad or hurt his feelings. That does sound like something a kid would do, and he is a kid. He's not gonna be perfect in this situation, and he doesn't even do anything that bad. I don't think Gregory gets enough credit. Everybody just sees a mouthy kid destroying animatronics they like (despite the fact they're hunting him, and the virus has made them basically mindless. Why wouldn’t he?), and they hate on him for it and other rather stupid reasons. Gregory is more than the “annoying” kid who destroyed your favorite animatronics. He’s a clearly guarded and defensive child who got stuck in a bad and terrifying situation, but…in the end, stayed anyway to prevent this and other bad things from happening to anyone else. Gregory cares. Yes, even if he destroyed some animatronics. The creators calling him the “darkness of the Pizzaplex” or whatever they said doesn’t make sense. On the surface, he might look like some child who destroyed Freddy’s friends, but look any deeper at all, and that’s not the case. There’s so much potential for his character, and I’m upset that he isn’t being given the spotlight or time to further explore his potential properly, especially since Security Breach ended up being a bit lacking in a lot of areas: perhaps another factor in why he’s so misunderstood.

In the end, I’m simply tired of seeing a character that I connected with treated like he was just a writing mistake that now needs to be replaced by a “better” character. I’m not saying his writing was perfect, but he deserves way better than this. I feel very passionate about the characters I like, which is why this has affected me so much, and I hope at least a few people see this.

Anything I missed I’m going to touch on briefly here:

GGY? A cool concept, actually, that I wish was utilized in the games. And Gregory is clearly possessed there, similar to Vanessa, so him being Patient 46 and causing people’s deaths can’t actually be held against him.

Dropping the elevator on Cassie? I firmly believe that was not him, and very clearly the Mimic’s doing. There’s solid evidence behind it, but I’m not going to get into it because it’s exhausting. Just know that no one can convince me otherwise. And even if the writers wanted Gregory to do that, it’s out of character and clearly an act of character assassination.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. Now go hug a misunderstood gremlin!

[r0semultiverse]

Voice headcanon: Richard Horvitz or Shelby Rabara

[suntoru]

─ ✰ INVISIBLE STRING.

─ SYNOPSIS: the three times you coincidentally bump into toji fushiguro and the one time you find out it was intentional.

─ WARNINGS: 3.4k words!! not proofread, swearing, fluff, ooc toji?, mentions of a dildo, mild violence, creepy perv (not toji), BABY MEGSSS, idk i started yapping halfway through

— AUTHOR’S NOTE: GUYS I LOVE TOJI. I LOVE HIS SLUTTY WAIST. disclaimer i’m only like 6 episodes into jjk i apologize if the characterization is off!

— the first time your ever meet toji fushiguro is on a friday at 8PM. you don’t expect to be so downbad for somebody you just met, much less in a grocery store in your pajamas, but here you are. and fuck, he’s hot. he’s clad in a snug, black compression shirt that outlines his biceps so nicely and enticingly low-waisted white sweatpants that fall deliciously on his hips… compared to him, you look like a hobo in your ratty old pajamas. scratching your head in embarrassment, you instantly look away before he catches you staring— and thank god he speaks up, his voice interrupting your less-than-innocent thoughts.

“think that’s mine,” he motions casually to the black-haired cherub curled up in your arms. the little one’s eyes, swollen and red from the relentless wailing for his papa just seconds earlier now lights up immediately, adoration clear in his eyes. his tiny little arms outstretches towards toji in an adorable plea to be held. rolling his eyes, toji relents, scooping megumi up with one arm and securing him in his hold.

“cute kid.” you coo, ruffling the doe-eyed toddler’s hair affectionately.

“yeah… cute little brat,” he mutters in a low voice. “where’d you find him?” you giggle softly. “was in the toy section playing, noticed he was alone, then started to cry… be more careful next time, okay, ’gumi?” the child nods his head shyly, burying his face in his daddy’s chest. you wish that was you don’t u u horny degenerate /lh

“swear to god, he won’t listen to me when i tell him stuff. and he gets sad too easily, cries when he isn’t allowed to buy whatever he wants…” toji scoffs, pinching megumi’s cheek and a small whine escapes the toddler, effectively tugging at your heartstrings. what a cute little family.

“the mama must be real pretty; cause he certainly doesn’t take after his grumpy papa.” you lightheartedly joke, allowing the black-haired baby to toy with your fingers. “the mom’s out of the picture.” toji nonchalantly reveals, an unexpected hush falling over the conversation.

wide-eyed, you realize the awkwardness that your comment had caused. “i-i’m so sorry!! i didn’t mean to—” you stammer, feeling a pang of regret. “‘t's fine, shit happens.” he shrugs his shoulders ever so casually, dispelling the tension in the air. “it’s just me and this little gremlin here,” he adds, and despite his earlier insults towards the adorable baby, it’s crystal clear he loves him— even if he won’t readily admit it out loud. being a single dad… you can’t even imagine it. must be so hard…

you're so caught up in your feels that you don’t even notice when toji takes a peek into your grocery cart, a snicker escaping him. momentarily confused, you follow his gaze and then it hits you— oh no. what you originally came here to do, the reason you didn’t even have time to dress properly was because it was the last discount day for– looking down in horror, placed proudly, right on top of your cart, is an obnoxiously bright pink silicone dick.

the realization hits you like a ton of bricks, and a flush of embarrassment colors your cheeks as you fumble for words. “i-i… um… c-can explain!!” seemingly enjoying your flusteredness, he loses no time teasing you. "someone's clearly single." he remarks, a smug look plastered on his face. he snatches it out of your cart, dangling the object just out of reach– this bastard!! capturing megumi's attention, the innocent curiosity in his little mind interprets the funny-looking object as a potential toy, prompting him to reach out with grabby hands.

in a state of panic, you swiftly smack it out of toji’s hands, but you fail to realize there’s somebody in your way– you accidentally hit a balding, middle aged man square in the face with a dildo. a fucking dildo. letting out an audible gasp, you quickly turn away as the now angry man swivels around, searching for the perpetrator angrily. your efforts to stay inconspicuous prove futile as the 6'2 sorcerer can't contain his laughter, earning a few odd stares from shoppers passing by.

"it's not funny," you whine, feeling the heat creeping up to your face as he wipes away a tear, still clutching his stomach. he grins tauntingly, wholeheartedly amused.

"nah, that shit’s hilarious."

— “mama, mama!!” coincidence seems to strike once more, for your second encounter with toji fushiguro comes about a week later. you’re minding your own business in a neighborhood park, in the middle of texting your friend when little megumi joyfully latches himself onto your leg, gurgling happily, effectively scaring the shit out of you. safe to say, you're surprised— mommy? you'd met him once for thirty minutes and he's imprinted on you.

but you can't find it in yourself to be mad; he's practically looking at you with stars in his eyes. so you cave, crouching down to meet his height, patting his teeny tiny head gently.

"hi megs!! where's dada?" you question, and sure enough, the adorable little cherub points enthusiastically to his father, who happens to be engaged in conversation with two women. they’re giggling obnoxiously, stroking his biceps and being overly touchy, and he seems to be enjoying it. in an instant, all your former attraction seems to dissipate in an instant. an annoyed huff escapes you— of course, he's a manwhore. you should've known, he seems like just the type, but letting your kid leave your sight was just completely unacceptable.

feeling pissed, you can practically feel a vein bulge in your forehead. you’re going to knock some sense into that thick skull of his. scooping up megumi, you march up to toji, making sure to be extra cautious while holding him in your arms. what was he thinking? is it like this all the time? him getting distracted by a pair of tits and forgetting about his own son? seriously, this man needs to get his act together.

as soon as he’s in range, your free hand swiftly makes contact with the back of toji's head, letting out a loud ‘thwack’ noise on impact. he lets out a painful groan. "the fuck?" toji curses, rubbing the back of his head. unfazed, you return his sass with a stern expression.

"the hell do you think you're doing? talking to girls instead of taking care of your kid? no wonder 'gumi wanders off all the time, you didn't even notice he went missing! stop thinking with your dick all the time and start thinking with your head!!" you scold the older man as he scoffs. "me? you're one to talk, buying a rubber cock for your lonely ass. who the hell are you to judge my parenting?"

you're about to retaliate when the two girls exchange a glance, scowling in annoyance as they side-eye both you and toji. "y'know, if you were married, you could've just said so in the beginning." one of the girls pipes up as the other nods her head. "yeah, stop wasting our time loser, lets go." and before he can respond, they storm off dramatically. he rolls his eyes at them, sticking up his middle finger at their backs.

“whatever. they were bitches anyways. and you’re a real killjoy.” you flick his forehead lightly. “the fact that i, a complete random stranger, takes better care of this kid than you is quite concerning.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” he mumbles snarkily, attempting to snatch megumi away from you. he can’t believe his eyes when the chubby little baby starts to tear up, clutching onto you tighter and repeating babbles of ‘mama.’ “megumi, get down from there!” toji hisses. “listen, ya little brat, that ain’t your momma.” glaring, you attempt to hand back the stubborn ‘brat’ to his father, but to your (and his) dismay, he continues to latch onto you with an iron grip. if you didn’t know any better, with how megumi was acting, you’d think toji had never dealt with a child before. all he did was glare daggers at the both of you; the longer the interaction went on, the more irritated he got. a scolding glare towards his son, then the stranger.

“for the last time, stop clinging to that woman! she isn’t your mother.” the poor baby’s eyes glass over, about to burst into tears as you rock him in your arms, letting out a huff in annoyance. “calm your whining. you think he’s going to listen if all you do is yell?”

“fine. i’ll just… pick him up then.” toji grumbled, looking annoyed as he bent over to retrieve his son from your arms. as soon as he picked him up, megumi began wiggling and trying to get away from his father. “stop that.” toji’s face was filled with annoyance as his son’s stubby little fingers wrap around your shirt tightly. he tries his best to be gentle as he pries the baby away from you, yet the little boy began to cry and reach for you. it was clear the youngest fushiguro had developed a strong attachment to you, the stranger who helped him once before.

“‘gumi…” you coo in the softest voice you can manage, pinching his cheek softly. “listen to dada, okay? i’ll buy you ice cream if you’re good.” at the sound of a frozen treat, he instantly stops crying and settles into his papa’s arms, gurgling happily. toji looks at you in utter shock; he lost count of the amount of times he had tried so talk some sense into his little son— but just once from some random stranger, he chooses to listen. the 6’2 sorcerer sighs in defeat, sending his baby another scowl.

clearly, megumi has no sense of loyalty.

— “well, well, well… you again. i’m starting to think you’re jus’ following me now.” for the third time, you guessed it: toji fushiguro. at this point, it was becoming harder to dismiss these encounters as mere coincidences; had the universe suddenly decide to play matchmaker?

“huh?” you scoff, glancing up from your notepad. of course, he had to choose this exact coffee shop to stroll into while you were on your shift. “i work here.” he eyes you cockily, emanating more of that stupidly hot confidence that somehow makes your heart beat just a little faster than it should.

“be honest— you really just got the job cause you heard i’d be here today.” deadpanning, you roll your eyes. he can’t be serious; he’s such a manchild. “yes, because you’re such a celebrity. where’s megs?” you question, noticing the absence of the adorable baby usually accompanied by his obnoxiously sexy father.

“daycare.” he responds with a lazy drawl, his voice a low, resonant hum that sent shivers down your spine. he seemed engrossed with picking something at his nails, the nonchalant demeanor accentuating the sculpted lines of his features. "you know, it's a shame. you seem a lot less charming without a certain little one running around." you yawn, deliberately trying to piss him off.

as if challenging you, he straightens up, piercing grey eyes locked onto yours. leaning forward onto the counter, his proximity sparks something in your core— was he always this pretty? no wonder he’s popular. his lips look so damn kissable. (you wonder how they’d feel against your own.) your heartbeat picks up as you find yourself unable to keep eye contact, pupils darting elsewhere. you really hope your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.

“…u-um. your order?” he grins cockily, pulling back at your surrender. “an espresso. and here, the extra dollar's for you.” he casually tosses you a crumpled wad of cash, and at a glance, worth just a little over one dollar and fifty cents. …you can already sense a burgeoning headache destined to plague you by the end of the day.

“…just— whatever. keep the money. it’s on the house.” you groan, escaping from the dumbass man to the back to retrieve the coffee beans. as you scour the shelves stocked with coffee supplies, you attempt to find the espresso beans.

you thoughts, however, are interrupted when your coworker suddenly pops up, prompting an involuntary shriek and effectively scaring the shit out of you. she beams brightly, enthusiasm radiating from her as she clutches onto your arm, ignoring your reaction completely.

“that customer is just my type!! tall, handsome, hot… mind switching with me, please, please, pleeeeeease??” she begs, her eyes wide with desperation and in her best attempt to coax you. you end up relenting pretty easily— after all, you owe her for the numerous overtime hours she's covered for you, but you can't ignore the unmistakable pang of jealousy tugging at your heart. what’s wrong with you? you shouldn’t care, not in the slightest. shouldn't. he's a random stranger who you just so happened to bump into three times now. toji fushiguro is a womanizer, a horrendous father, and an arrogantly cocky man. but for some reason, you find yourself growing… attached.

your eyes follow your coworker, parading out of the storage room with her lips freshly glossed and a flirty smile on her face. a pang of annoyance prickles at you; you're sure he'll absolutely eat her up.

determined to distance yourself from the sight, you trudge over to the adjacent cash register, taking over for your fellow coworker's customer. a friendly smile graces the face of the person in front of you.

"hi." he smiles brightly, greeting you in a friendly manner. "can i get an iced americano?" you nod, ringing his order up. his request is met with a nod from you, and you smoothly proceed to ring up his order. the clinking of the coffee machine acts as a backdrop to the interaction, your mind momentarily distracted by the lingering sensation of unease in your stomach. once done, you serve the ice-cold drink to the customer, who happily takes it, eyes gleaming in satisfaction before winking charmingly.

"and an extra tip for the pretty barista." he says, his tone suggestive as he hands you a bill. is he... really hitting on you? the air thickens with an uncomfortable tension, and you mutter a somewhat awkward thanks, his smile widens, and he leans in, making you feel slightly uneasy.

"isn't this the part where you give me your number?" he teases, leaving a silent pause that hangs in the air. "uhm... i'm really sorry, but... uh-" before you can finish, he boldly grabs one of your hands from across the counter, getting a little too close for comfort. "no need to say anything, cutie. our lips can do the talking." the fuck is wrong with this creep?

you attempt to snatch your hand back, but his grip is like iron. panic starts to set in as beads of sweat form on your forehead. what are you supposed to do in this situation?

just as the tension becomes nearly unbearable, a large hand intervenes, firmly gripping the weirdo's collar. a hand you so thankfully recognize intervenes just in the nick of time. toji's voice, dripping with venom, cuts through the charged atmosphere.

"why the fuck are you touching my spouse?" his snarl, coupled with an ice-cold glare, sends shivers down even your spine. a plausible lie, and extremely believeable. the smaller man stutters, his eyes searching frantically for an escape from toji's wrath. "i-i, um..." he stutters, eyes looking frantically for help. without a moment's hesitation, toji forcefully drops the intruder to the floor, his intense glare bearing down on the now-submissive figure.

"next time, i'll make sure you pay for it." he warns with a chilling undertone, his voice resonating with a quiet but unmistakable threat.

— seven days after the incident, you find solace in a quaint bookstore, its ambiance offering a quiet and peaceful haven for your studying. you're deep in thought, productivity at an all time high. however, the tranquility is soon disrupted by the unmistakable bickering of a child, no older than two, engaged in what seems like a standoff with a fully grown adult. who in the hell would argue with a kid...?

suspiciously, you stand up, leaving your laptop unattended for a split second to take a peek into the book aisle where the sound was coming from. and just as you suspected; there stands toji fushiguro. you suppress a giggle seeing him all crouched over, a pissy expression on his face.

"ya little rat, go give this to y/n. mama. mama, y'hear?" he hisses under his breath, his words an amusing blend of authority and exasperation. he attempts to give a rose to the stubborn little cherub, who violently shakes his head in refusal. holding a book almost as big as himself, he stomps his tiny foot, lifting the curious george volume even higher, adorned with a big pout that adds an extra layer of adorableness to the scene. "i'll read to you later, so just-"

"well, well, well… you again. i’m starting to think you’re just following me now."

you quip, echoing the words he tossed your way exactly a week ago. a smug grin stretches across your face, savoring the sweet taste of his embarrassment. he whirls around, momentarily losing his cool, a curse escaping his lips as he throws his head back. is that a hint of pink dusting his cheeks? you can't help but revel in delight. and as if on cue, megumi beams at you, his small frame waddling towards you with unbridled joy as you scoop him up with ease.

"mama!!" he cheers as you ruffle his hair playfully before turning your attention back to the other 6'2 baby towering over you. "looks to me like you're the obsessed stalker." you tease, a genuine grin stretching across your face. wiping a mock tear from your eye, you catch a glimpse of toji's eye roll, his attempt to feign composure failing as a trace of a pout plays on his lips.

"shuttup," he groans, rubbing the back of his head. he attempts to use this banter as a distraction, sneakily concealing the gift behind his back. but you're not one to be outplayed.

"not so fast..." you grin, skillfully snatching the crimson rose from his grasp before he can offer any protest. it's undeniably pretty, and you find yourself admiring it, a soft smile playing on your lips. you glance back at toji who, now hands tucked into his pockets, deliberately avoids eye contact. "never knew you were much of a charmer." you playfully jest, twirling the delicate flower between your fingers as a teasing smile graces your lips.

"i'm not." he shrugs, an air of nonchalance surrounding him. you set megumi down, allowing him to gleefully grab another dr. seuss picture book.

"awww, so then am i just special?" you snicker, lashes fluttering softly, the lighthearted banter echoing through the quiet aisles of the bookstore. perhaps a little too loudly, as an employee, with an air of rudeness, suggests that all three of you should be a little more discreet before you're escorted out.

apologizing profusely, you struggle to contain your laughter as the employee, irritated by the disturbance, makes a dramatic exit. unbeknownst to him, however, a janitor quietly mops the floors right behind him— resulting in an unfortunate slip and a rather audible rip as his pants succumb to the unforeseen mishap. your face turns pink, and you bite your lip, desperately trying to stifle your laughter to avoid drawing further attention and the risk of being kicked out.

you manage to slap toji's mouth shut, a preemptive measure against the impending witch cackle that could escape if left unchecked. the employee shoots both of you one last glare, clearly unimpressed, before huffing and storming off in a hasty retreat.

exchanging a knowing glance with toji, you finally peel your hand off his mouth, the quiet snickering between you two escalating into unrestrained laughter. as the atmosphere gradually settles, you can't help but notice toji's intense gaze fixed upon you, a look that goes beyond mere amusement.

it's a gaze so deep, so penetrating, that it seems to hold an enchantment of its own. in that moment, you feel like the protagonist in a love-struck tale, caught in the gaze of someone who sees more than just the surface.

toji fushiguro is a womanizer, a horrendous father, and an arrogantly cocky man. …but… you think you can manage.

and so you find your arms slinking around his waist, a huge, unwavering grin plastered on your face. "you're such a baby, y'know? if you liked me you could've just asked for my number." he grumbles under his breath, yet tugs you closer to his body warmth. rolling his eyes, he flicks your forehead, lips curving up into a smile. "you're the worst."

© KAEFFEINEE 2024. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[floylia]

ELYSIAN ♫

09. Hurt to try

Visiting has never felt more invasive.

A large screen rested in the middle. Two massive, black speakers sat on each side of his desk with a small piano perched on top. A white shelf filled with trinkets and golden awards stood beside his stand-up microphone. An array of purple and silver acoustic panels hung around the wall, and you can’t forget the line of guitars laying in a fashionable order.

“Your studio is cleaner than I thought,” you whispered in awe, eyes bouncing around the small room.

Scara scoffed as he dropped his belongings on the grey sofa near the door, “What did you take me for?”

“A gremlin who never leaves his cave filled with chip wrappers and empty cans of energy drinks,” you shrugged, eyes still wandering.

He rolled his eyes and headed to his desk to start his computer up, “Don’t compare me to Aether.”

“You’re lucky he’s not here.”

“What’s his short ass going to do?”

“You’re the same height.”

“Allegedly,” Scara stood from his seat, urging you to take his spot, “I’ll find another chair, you can sit in mine or look around–I might take a while.”

You went to his shelves. You saw a picture of him when he was younger, wearing a volleyball jersey and holding a trophy with his teamates, one of them you recognized—Childe—they must have been childhood friends.

Then you saw another picture, one with his family. It was his highschool graduation, wearing a cap and gown with a stash that boldly displayed “validictorian,” – his mother, Ei, stood on his left, radiating an elegant smile, while his aunt, Nahida, stood on his right, pinching his cheeks with a mischievous grin. They must have been proud of him.

The next one was 5WIRL’s first concert. They were all young, bright with aspirations, beaming at the large crowd despite being rookies. Beside it, you saw a small octopus plush–Marlin–next to a polaroid picture with you two–a photo you’ve never seen before. You snapped a picture of it.

“[name]—” Scara entered with the chair.

You placed the picture down and trailed him.

“Are those all your songs?” you pointed at the screen.

He shook his head, “There’s more I’d like to do, but I want you to listen to this one.”

He passed you the headphones.

You wore it, “What is it called?”

“Bewitched.”

The song started out slow with a piano. His voice was smooth—different from his usually raspy voice. You took everything in—the lyrics, the melody, and piano. His stare was intense, observing every bit of your reaction.

“Did you like it?” He asked.

You grinned at his expectant face, “I love it, are you adding this? I’d be a crime not to.”

“I was planning on making it my title track,” he paused, “And if you agreed before, I wanted you to finish the second verse.”

“Oh.” It’d be a shame…

“Yeah.”

You stared at the giant screen, “…Can I see the lyrics?”

He flipped through his notebook, you see glances of his other works, scribbles of words and phrases only his brain could think of–one of the many reasons why you admire him.

He gave you the page, “It's a work in progress, but that’s the draft.”

“Can I try?”

Kunikuzushi smiled, “Of course.”

notes:

i lied im more excited for the next chapter (had to break this scene in two)

im on a roll with these updates and then ill ghost again idk jk

synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo career. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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may i request for an angst to fluff fic where y/n's family arranges and forces her to marry into the house of targaryen just to rid of her in a way that it is beneficial to them. she's heard rumors about her soon to be husband, Aemond, and is scared of their family in general but all of that was just thrown out of the window when she finally meets them and sees how he is around his mother and sister thinking she'd rather be a part of this family than her own <3 (smut or no smut, it doesnt matter, as long as we are loved)

Under The Bridge

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Your parents described your betrothed as a troll, a gremlin, a monster, the perfect candidate for their wretched, useless, stubborn, first born child. Finally, they said, their daughter would be good put to good use.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions/depictions of domestic violence, big bro!aemond my love, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: ok i think im going to get carried away writing this [update] yep i got carried away Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

I thought it quite fitting for the day to be wretched. After all, it was the day I would be sent away to be married to a man I did not know to please my parents; my father, that pulled his hair out every time I bested my potential matches, and my mother, who slapped me in an attempt to correct my impetuous behavior.

Yes, finally I would find my use and help my family regain prestige and wealth.

Neither cared to escort me to the carriage out of our decaying estate. The storm had been too strong and the mud puddles too many.

I had my one bag gripped tightly in my arms and cared little for the skirts that were soaking up brown water beneath me. I shouted over the sound of thunder and rain when I ran over to the hooded man, "greetings, my lord, I-"

"I am the envoy of your prince here to pick you up, my lady," he calls under the darkness of his cloak. I could not see his face.

"I see," I say, not at all disappointed that it was not my betrothed that was picking me up, "what is your name?"

He does not respond and so I repeat my question, louder, "what is your name, ser?!"

"Charon," he calls.

I pull my head back, "are you here to take me into the underworld?"

He does not react, so I assume he does not understand my joke. He only pulls back and opens the carriage door for me.

I sigh and hastily get in, slumping down, pulling my heavy skirt, wet with rain and mud, closer to me. He shuts the door with a thud. A few moments later the carriage begins to move.

I busy myself with reading on the way. It was all that I packed, my books. My mother thought she managed to throw them away, but I switched the contents of my bag with my clothing with my books before she could. Anyway, I never cared for my ugly dresses. I figured since I was marrying a prince, he could get me at least one dress to change into. That was more than enough.

The ride was pleasant on my part; I could read in silence, with no interruption, no father to scream at me, no mother to chase me around, and yet as we passed a hump, I was shaken into reality, a reality that the driver, Charon, was manning the carriage outside in the rain.

This was why, when we rain cleared, I knocked on the closed window by the driver's seat and called out for him.

He does not respond.

I rap my knuckles harder, "Charon?"

I am slightly startled when the opening is slid open. He does not say anything. I huff and reach for the sandwich in my bag, sticking it out to the window, "it has gone cold but it should still taste nice. It will help to keep you warm, eating something."

I await as the man twists in his place.

He does not respond still, and so I push my arm out further, "if you would like another, I can give you the one I packed myself. I ate a lot before leaving," as a final act of deviance.

He takes a moment to think of my offer it seems. He finally takes it and I feel his callused hand on mine. I do not miss the bandages on his fingers and palm. I wonder how he got injured.

I vaguely hear him thank me. I mutter again for good measure, "just knock if you want the other."

I start when the knock comes, dropping the book I was finishing onto my lap. I shift in my place and move to reopen the closed area, grabbing my sandwich as I did. I however turn to my side when I the carriage door opens.

I am suddenly faced with a dark haired knight. He bows to me, offering a hand out as he greets me in regard. He proceeds to introduce himself, "Ser Criston Cole, at your service."

"An honor," I nod, straightening myself up, "ser Cole."

He surveys the carriage then turns back to me, "allow me to help you down, my lady."

I place my things back in my bag and take his hand, hopping down next to him, causing mud to splatter on his uniform. We both still when it happens. The shrill chastising of my parents replay in my mind.

"I-"

"An honest mistake, your majesty."

My lips part, "I am not you ma-"

"You are to be wed to my prince in a fortnight," he says, reaching out to my bag as he continues, "you will be soon enough." Criston adds. Once he has my things, he shuts the door, then looks at me, "allow me to escort you to your room."

I nod, sneaking a look past him, looking for the man that brought me here, "where did Charon go?"

"Charon?"

"The driver," I turn back to him, "I meant to give him my sandwich," I say, reaching for the said thing in my bag.

Criston turns from my sandwich to me, brows furrowing, "the... driver has gone to finish his other duties."

I nod, unwrapping the food, "do you want it?"

His lips form a small smile, "a generous offer, but I have already eaten."

I purse my lips, rewrapping the thing, placing it back in my bag. Criston offers his arm out to me. I link arms with him and pull my shoes out of the mud along with my crusty skirt that was getting dirty all over again.

When we reach the entrance, Criston pulls away from me, insisting I walk in first.

Once we are inside, he walks a foot away from me, silently leading me off to my room. I sniffle as I take in the ambiance of the place.

Criston turns to me and I turn to him as he says, "I will have a bath prepared for you."

"Thank you," I smile, "could you have them lend me a dress as well?"

He furrows his brows and I do not wait for him to ask, "I only packed my books, you see."

He turns to my bag as he says this, "ah," he turns back to me, "I thought your clothes were merely stiff."

I snort, breaking into a laugh.

I notice how Criston's shoulders relax and how his nostrils flare slightly.

We take a left to a well-lit corridor. Criston opens the door for me once we reach the room. He places my things on a table as I make my way towards a vanity, seeing just how disheveled and wet I was.

"The servants will come to attend to you soon."

"Than-"

"Thank you, ser Criston," a commanding voice calls, startling me in the process. A red haired woman walks towards me, nodding to the knight in regard. Criston returns the sentiment before offering me the same thing and walking off.

"Apologies for startling you," the woman says, hands clasped in front of her.

I bow, eyes downturned.

You are not too look any of them in the eye if you wish to live, do you understand?

"Not at all, queen mother," I speak as I hear my pulse quicken in my ribcage.

The woman walks over to me, the Hightower colors are bright in her dress. I gulp, knowing what would come next. I hold myself back from stepping away.

"Let me look at you," she announced, reaching out for me.

I suck in a breath and catch her gaze when he takes my cold face in her warm hands. Her brown eyes are wide as she takes me in, the curve on her cheeks and jaw resemble none of the vicious remarks my father told me about her. Her pursed lips barely move when she speaks, "my, your mother was just in her musings of your beauty."

I clench my jaw.

"Surely then, I expect you to be as astute as she makes you out to be," she utters, pulling her hands away, "prince Aemond is truly a fair match for you."

I nibble on my lower lip, recalling the disgusting words my father had to offer about the said prince, "I am honored by your regard, Queen Alicent."

"Yes," she sighs, "well, you must hurry and get cleaned up." .

The moment she speaks this, it is as though the servants were summoned, and not that it was a happy coincidence.

I turn my eyes back to the floor as I bow again.

"My son said that he would wait for you in the gardens."

I nod, "I will head there the moment I am ready, your grace."

"Very good," she speaks one last time before heading off. Once she is gone and it is only me and the servants, I release the breath I held out of instinct.

The point between my bath and my going to the gardens was blurred by the vivid recount of my dreadful parent's words against the family I was marrying into.

Just close your eyes if his face is too much to bare. Turn your face away when you are coupling. The smart head you like claim to have will do you no good there. Just be silent and obedient and you will keep your head.

I snap into reality when I hear the sound of laughter once I reach the open space. I see two heads of light blonde hair just past a few shrubs. That must be the witch-sister my father was talking about.

I could not hear what they were conversing over, but it was clear that they were having a moment. It would be most improper to barge in on them.

And yet as I stood in my place, I thought of what would be the consequence if I did not show myself.

I gulp in air and walk over to them, "your majesties."

I hold my breath when they turn to me. I don't know what I was expecting, but I was not expecting a smiling, eye-patched prince and a beaming princess with a flower in her hair.

The next happening came to be all too quickly.

"Would you like to see my spider?" the woman calls, dashing over to me with a large black spider in her hand.

I recoil at her words, and before I could turn her down, she places the long legged thing onto my shoulder, making my eyes grow wide and my body to freeze into a brick. It took everything in me not to smack the insect away. What would happen if I kill the princess's spider?

I clench my jaw and my fists tightly, gulping the lump in my throat.

Perhaps it could kill me first.

"Helaena!" the man calls, dashing forward, grabbing the insect on my body, handing it back to her sister. I shiver and step back once I am free of the creepy-crawly.

Helaena looks up at her brother and knits her brows. He begins to tell her something in a foreign tongue and whatever it is makes the woman's face dampen. She turns to me, bowing with a pout, "apologies, my lady."

I shudder then suck in a sharp breath, "I..." I feel my chest tighten when she removes the flower in her hair. She was like me, rebuked for something she liked.

I force a confidence voice after gulping heavily, "I am honored to meet your spider," my breath hitches, "but I do not like spiders."

"What a shame," she says rather dejectedly.

"Perhaps it be best if you go back to your chambers," her brother mutters as the spider begins to crawl up her arm.

I step back at the sight of it.

She nods, "perhaps."

I move farther when she passes me, mostly because her shoulder near me was where the spider was perched on.

I watch as she leaves. I sigh at the sight of her fluttering hair.

When I turn to the prince, I reel back when I find him stood so close to me. Upon seeing my reaction, he does me the courtesy of stepping back as well.

I heave from my mouth then bow, "prince Aemond."

He watches me as I rise then offers me a quick nod. He sighs, placing his hands behind him, "I am thankful you did not squash her spider."

I cringe at the thought, "I'd have squashed it on my skin," I shake my head rapidly, "that would be no good."

For a moment, he only looks at me. I only manage a few seconds before needing to turn away from his gaze. I only turn back when he raises his hand out, "care to walk with me?"

I reach for his hand, and it is only then that I realized that he had bandages on. I turn to our joined palms then back to his face.

He catches how I observe him and this grip on me tightens as he visibly stiffens, "a riding injury."

I debate his words, wondering how he would get injured like that.

He proceeds to answer me as if he heard my thought, "my dragon, Vhagar, was flying fiercely upward. It was hard to keep hold. I had blisters for days."

I pull back when he releases my hand. I turn to his arm when he offers it to me instead. I place my palm on his bicep as we continue to walk off.

The next moment, I suddenly realize why the bandages on his hands were striking to me.

"You," I turn to him, "are Charon."

He keeps his gaze upfront.

I cannot help but smile in amusement over his obvious reaction to my words-- not reacting. I allow my lips to release a chuckle, "you were gauging me."

"..."

"Worry not," I look out to some flowers by the side, "I too am scared to get married."

I feel him turn to me, but I do not feel like returning his look.

"Is it marriage," he calls, "or me that you are scared of?"

I take a moment before turning back to him; his one eye is expectant and I swear I see his covered one twitch. "Both," I utter simply, "but at least now that I know that we're both scared, I have found a semblance of solace."

We continue walking in silence after my admission.

I await for him to burn my words, to wholeheartedly disagree with my verdict, much like all the other men that I was jostled into, lest they find themselves caught agreeing with a stupid woman. I am surprised that he does nothing and merely continues walking with me in silence.

He catches my shocked reaction, it seems, and raises his nose, "I was concerned."

I softly snort in humour, "as one would be."

His lips curve slightly into a smile but he does a good job of making it unobvious, "I was concerned you would be haughty, vain, irritating."

"And you decided I was not in the silence of our travels?"

He ignores this, "I am aware your parents are eager for the alliance because your coin has run low."

"That," I tilt my head, "amongst other things."

Aemond narrows his eye, "like what?"

"Well for one, they are overjoyed to rid of me," I pull a smile before breaking into a smile.

I catch the expression that twists onto his face. He does not believe me. He furrows his brows in challenge, "you mother speaks nothing but exaggerated ideations of you."

I shake my head as I chuckle, "and I am glad that it has landed me a husband who cares for his sister."

He stops upon hearing this. I turn to him when he does. He pulls away from me to place his hand behind his back again. I watch him as he looks off and sucks in a deep breath.

"I will not ask much of you," he mutters, slowly turning back to me, "I wish to only fulfil my duties; I require of you to do the same is all."

Aemond's face is sincere, or at the very least he looks and sounds as though he is in that moment. I nod at his words, placing my own hands behind my back, "indeed I am glad my mother could at least do this one thing for me."

He raises his chin, hands falling to his sides. He shifts on his leg as a breeze blows past his blonde hair. He nods, "come, there is more to see in the gardens."

[ryotono]

More Upper moons and [Y/N] and quotes and Chaos, curse and whatever the god damnit it's this

Enjoy! :D

[Y/N]: good evening, my only amazing master Muzan, the glorious king of demons

Muzan: what did you do?

[Y/N]: I burned down a city

Muzan: what

[Y/N]: yeah ik I f*cked up but listen-

Muzan: [Y/N] YOUR MISSION WAS NOT EVEN NEAR A CITY, HOW DO YOU BURNT A WHOLE CITY?

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[Y/N]: I will die for you.

Kokushibo: we are demons, in fact we can't just die

[Y/N]: I would take a bullet for you

Kokushibo: It wouldn't affect you

[Y/N]: I WOULD SET MYSELF IN THE SUN FOR YOU

Kokushibo: don't be dumb and kill yourself, you need to serve Muzan

[Y/N]: kokushibo for the glory of akaza tits, pls accept my demonstration of love

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Douma: ngl master Muzan, but [Y/N] is your favorite isn't?

Muzan: of course they are, they can f*ck the whole mission? Yeah, but at least THEY COMPLETE THE MISSION, THING NONE OF YOU DO, Y'ALL PIECE OF DOG SHI-

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Daki: oh yeah, how did you get rid of that group of slayers?

[Y/N]: well...

Demon slayers: We got you demon, there's nowhere to run!

[Y/N]: Guess have no choice, going to use mine Blood Demon Art...

[Y/N]: SHIMMY YAY SHIMMY YA SWALLA LA LA

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Kokushibo introduces Kaigaku to the rest of the upper moons:

Kaigaku: hi

[Y/N]: what the f*ck was that

Kaigaku: It was me, Kaigaku, the new upper moon

[Y/N]: oh, jesus christ! Is that a fucking Gremlin?

kokushibo: [Y/N] no

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Akaza: How are we going to tell Muzan that we failed the mission?

[Y/N]: distracting him!

Akaza: how?

[Y/N]:

Akaza: ?

[Y/N], dancing: tell me, tell me, tell me, you, want me, want me-

Akaza: NO

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After Swordsmith Village Arc events:

Muzan: [Y/N] what do you have there?

[Y/N]: oh, after you sent me to help Gyokko and Hantengu and they failed miserably, I was on my way back and found this doll.

Muzan: doll?

[Y/N]: yeah look! (show Yoriichi Type Zero)

Muzan: FUCK-

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Extra!

X: What's your opinion on [Y/N]?

Muzan: just another lazy pig who works for me (you are his favorite child)

Kokushibo: as longs they serve Muzan, I'm fine (he loves you)

Douma: [Y/N]? I love [Y/N]! Even when I can hear they walking inside my walls, threatening me, almost ripping my head of, and giving me nightmares every night, I love them!

Akaza: it's okay ( he loves you too, especially after you beat his ass in a fight)

yes you're strong as hell here love u

Hantengu was crying a lot, so take it as his opinion.

Nakime: PLEM PLEM PLEM sorry (Translation: she likes you, good job!)

Gyokko: That Satan and Lucifer bastard child, always breaks my pretty pots and calls my art bullshit! (bc it's bullshit, anyway, Gyokko doesn't like you since he gifted you a pot, you yelled "YEET" and threw it away)

Daki: [Y/N] is not like these uglies, they have good taste! She is referring to herself (She adores you and would do anything to protect you, but would probably fail and call her brother)

Gyuutaro: meh they cool I guess (Guess what! He loves when you hangout with him and his sister and you ofc)

You three match nail color

Kaigaku: Terrifies me (In fact, he is traumatized because of you)

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More Extra! (Because I think this post is short, and not that funny)

[Y/N] missions be like:

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That's all for today!

Thank you all for interact with my other post about [Y/N] and Upper moon, makes me really happy, love y'all!

Again, sorry for any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language.

Bye ;)

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A Fresh Start [10]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: mentions of nightmares and past trauma, shooting training

Word Count: 4,634

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Ch. #10: SHOW OFF

Chapter Summary: Cozy wake up calls and blaster fire.

“Your relationship should be a safe haven, not a battlefield. The world is hard enough already.”   bliss

It wasn’t your alarm that roused you from sleep but rather a tiny hand patting your cheek repeatedly. You blinked your eyes open and found Grogu sitting on your bed with his hands on your face. Noticing your now open eyes, his entire face brightened. “Ma, Ma, Ma. Skraan, Ma!”

“Mmm no skraan. We’re just gonna go back to sleep. Sound okay to you?” You teased.

“No, Ma. Skraan.” Grogu tugged on your ear trying to make you sit up. With a tired grin, you wrapped your arms around him and tightly pulled him into your chest. Grogu squealed in response. You tickled his sides and his giggling helped energize you. For days now, you had been plagued with a mix of haunting memories and terrible nightmares. It was as if that first night Kurt visited your dreams he had taken root and you couldn’t shake him. “Buir! Help! Buir!”

You chuckled and squeezed him tighter. “You’re mine now, silly. We’re gonna nap all day long.”

“Grogu?” Mando called out. The boy called out for help once more and you could hear the modulated sigh before Mando peered into your room. He was still in his sleep clothes, but you found the simple shirt and sweatpants was really growing on you. It felt odd to see the only bit of besker being his helmet, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved seeing his arms and hands. Mando set his bare hands on his hip as he stayed in the doorway. “I told you to let her sleep, you womp rat.”

“Buir, help!” Grogu called desperately but the laughter drowning his words was downright contagious. You grinned and the smile widened at the sound of Mando’s deep chuckle. “Buir!”

“Call him all you want.” You peppered his head with kisses. “I’m not scared of some Mandalorian.”

Mando crossed the room until he stood at your bedside. He stared down at you, towered over you, and his hoarse modulated voice, though amused, held a tone of challenge. “Not scared of me, huh?”

Your mouth went dry, and you were suddenly very awake. Grogu tried to wiggle away so you readjusted your hold on him and rolled over so you were laying on your back with him on your chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat and kept your voice as steady as you could. “Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ in the word and smirked. “Not even a little.”

Mando chuckled then suddenly threw himself forward. You yelped in alarm, but he caught himself at the last second so instead of landing on top of you he instead hovered above you. His hands boxing you in on either side, and his knee resting on your bed to keep his balance. Heat flooded every inch of your body⏤ had you just spontaneously caught fire? It sure as hell felt that way. You stared wide eyed into the reflective black t-shape of his visor. Slowly, Mando tilted his head, “Not even a little, you say?”

“Uh, I⏤ Admittedly,” You blurted. “You can be…intimidating.” Maker, he was all you could see. You knew he had broad shoulders, had admired them a time or two or hundred, but having him hover over you in this way made it that much more obvious. Clueless to your turmoil, Grogu lifted his hands to try and reach his father⏤ still laughing. “But I’ll have you know, I’m immune to it. I’ll never give in.” Mando leaned down closer, truly boxing you in, and he was close enough that Grogu’s small hands were able to clutch at the collar of his shirt. If you even lifted your head a little, you’d be able to headbutt him. “I, uh… You won’t win, Mando. I’ll never leave this bed, and Grogu is staying with me.”

“Interesting.” Mando hummed.

Unable to find your voice, you just nodded quickly. Mando picked up one of his hands form the bed to carefully untangle Grogu’s hands from his collar. Once free, he sat up and you immediately missed his close presence. Mando kept one knee on your bed. 

“Last warning.” He said. “Give in or face the consequences.” 

For a second, you pitied every single bounty he had ever chased down. At least here in this scenario it was playful and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that Mando would never hurt you in a million years. To actually have the Mandalorian chasing you down? The thought both terrified and excited you. You were starting to question your sanity.

“Now…” Mando drew his words out, “Do you surrender?”

There were a handful of words and phrases you knew in Mando’a. Partly because it was helpful to know them since Grogu used them so often day to day, but also because you just enjoyed the action of learning. Regardless of the topic. That being said, just a few days ago you had heard Mando tell Grogu ‘Absolutely not’ when the child tried to eat something he shouldn’t.

You tried to bite back a smile and look as serious as possible, “Nu draar.”

Mando took in a sharp breath. It was so faint you nearly missed it. Then, without any preamble, Mando scooped his arms under you and picked you up without even a flinch or sign of struggle. Grogu chirped in excitement, clapping his hands, and you quickly wrapped one arm around Mando’s neck to stabilize yourself. 

“Maker!” You said in shock.

“I warned you.” 

Grogu was bouncing on your belly so you kept the arm not wrapped around Mando loosely around him to prevent the kid from tumbling over. Mando began to walk out of your room and used his foot to kick the door open further. Mando carried you as if you weighed nothing. You let out a nervous laugh, “How are you⏤ I’m not too heavy?”

“Cyar’ika.” Mando scoffed. “All my armor is pure beskar.”

“I⏤I don’t know what that means. That’s the type of metal it’s made of?”

“Yes.”

“Is beskar heavy?”

“Yes.”

You tilted your head. “How heavy? How much does your armor weigh?”

Mando shrugged and the movement reminded you that your arm was resting on the bare skin at the back of his neck. The sliver of flesh was warm. Anytime you had the opportunity to feel him, Mando was always so warm. “Wearing all my gear, including the jetpack and weapons, I’d say maybe forty-five kilograms?”

“Forty five⏤ What?”

“What?” Mando replied as he hadn’t just admitted to walking around with a hundred pounds of gear on him at all times. You thought about how easily he moved around while in the armor⏤ how quick he could be. Maker, how strong was this man?

Mando walked you into the kitchen then bypassed the island counter to head toward the living room. He carefully set you down on the couch and all you could do was stare up at him in a mix between shock and awe. 

“Gar parjir, Buir?” Grogu asked. The only word you recognized was Mando’s title.

“Gar serim.” Mando replied. He held his hands out to the boy, “Vaabir gar copaanir at gaa'tayl ni ve'ganir Ma lor'vram?”

You distinctly heard the word ‘Ma’ in all of that. Was that a similar sounding Mando’a word or had Mando just referred to you as ‘Ma’ just like Grogu does?

“ ‘lek, ‘lek, ‘lek, ‘lek!” Grogu jumped into Mando’s waiting hands.

You opened your mouth to ask questions, but Mando beat you to speaking. He also motioned for you to stay on the couch. “We’ll be back. Grogu wants to get you breakfast.”

“That’s not necessary. You already let me sleep in and⏤”

“It’s your day off, cyar’ika.” Mando chuckled. “Just wait here.”

Grogu held his hand out to you, his face drawn in nothing but seriousness, “Ma stay.”

“Yeah, Ma,” Mando said and your eyes widened at the confirmation of what he must have called your earlier as well, “Stay.”

You leaned back into the couch, sinking in its seats, and Mando and Grogu walk back to the kitchen. The absolute giddy smile on your face could probably be seen from the Inner Rim it was so large. You were glad Mando was focused on whatever he was doing in the kitchen so he wasn’t watching you watching him. If you gave into the temptation, you could sit here and pretend that this was actually your life. Not a nanny with her boss and boss’ child, but a mother with her husband and son. You couldn’t give into that temptation though. It was pathetic to think that way, wasn’t it? Probably. In a poor attempt to distract yourself, your mind decided to think about the bad dream you had been stuck with last night. You flinched and a hand lifted to the scar on your chest.

Maker, you were bad at thinking this morning.

With a huff, you tried to clear your mind and just focused on the movement in the kitchen. Mando was working on something and you could see him allowing Grogu to actually help rather than watch. The moment was so peaceful and calm that you felt your eyes droop. Getting up to wash your face and clean up would probably help keep you awake, but Grogu had looked so cute asking you to stay. A unit of Imps wouldn’t get you off of this couch.

Another minute or so passed then Mando helped Grogu off the counter. He asked something in Mando’a and the little boy called out an affirmative before holding his arms out. Mando carefully handed him a plate. Excitedly, Grogu waddled away from his father with breakfast in hand. Mando lingered in the kitchen, but you kept your gaze on Grogu who walked around the couch until he stood in front of you.

“Ma!” Grogu declared. 

You took the plate from him, which was filled with a few different fruits and your favorite bagel toasted. It was your typical go to simple breakfast. “Thank you so much, baby.” Grogu began to step away before turning back around and holding his hand out. You picked up a slice of the fruit you knew he liked and offered it to him. “Here you go.”

“V’ore.” Grogu shoved the fruit in his mouth.

“You already ate your breakfast, womp rat.” Mando lightly scolded as he came into the living room with a mug of something hot. Grogu cackled with laughter and rushed away. “Don’t run with food in your mouth!”

You set the plate on the couch beside you and took the mug of caf that Mando held out. He sat down on the other side of the plate⏤ the picture of casual. You wrapped your hands around the hot mug enjoying the warmth and smell. “Thanks, Mando. You didn’t have to do this.”

“As much as you do for us, it was the least I could do, cyar’ika.”

“I can’t believe I slept through my alarm.” You hummed and took a slow sip.

Mando shrugged. “I… may have stepped in and turned it off.” Your eyes widened in surprise. He sighed. “Sorry. You seem more tired than usual. I thought you could use a little extra sleep, and since I was off today…” 

The consideration warmed your heart more than the mug did your hands. You nodded. “Thank you. Really. I appreciate that.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you enjoyed your caf and slowly enjoyed the plate of food Grogu had brought you. The kid had run off to his room, but he was now in the process of dragging his toys from where they were tucked into a chest below his hammock out to the living room to play with. 

“Can I ask you something?” Mando cleared his throat.

You chuckled and decided to tease him with his own words. “I thought we were past being timid, Mando.”

“Funny.” Mando replied, but you motioned for him to go on. He shifted where he sat so he faced you more comfortably. “Are you having nightmares again? Reliving bad memories?”

You recalled the question the two of you had in the middle of the night as you cleaned his injury. He didn’t follow up with anything else, and you could feel his heavy gaze on your features. You twisted your lips then focused your eyes on the plate between you. “Yeah. I am. The last few nights have been…kind of rough.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Mando asked.

Your eyes snapped up to him with a small, tired laugh. “It felt silly to bring it up. You might be the big, badass Mandalorian, but you can’t chase my bad dreams away.” As the words left your mouth they felt wrong. It technically wasn’t true. The one night you fell asleep in Mando’s bed with him, you had a dreamless, restful night. “It was dumb. Not worth it.”

“You’re always worth it.” Mando replied softly. Your eyes widened marginally and he coughed once. “I mean, what you’re feeling⏤ If you’re troubled then… then talking about it is worth it. I don’t want you to needlessly suffer.”

You couldn’t hold back the soft, content sigh that left your lips. “I know your secret, you know.”

“My secret?” Mando questioned.

“You’re a big softie under all that hard beskar.” You took another sip of your caf. Grogu had finally settled on the floor with the toys he chose to bring in and you chose to watch him. Still, you could feel Mando’s gaze on you, but you were much too nervous to glance back at him. 

Grogu mumbled to himself playfully as he surrounded himself with his stuff. It came as no surprise to you that Mando spoiled the boy rotten. You had seen, first hand, the way Grogu would find something in the market and ask for it until Mando caved. It usually only took a few pleas before he’d buy the toy. At one point, Grogu grabbed him by the cloth of his pants and attempted to drag him off of the couch. Mando let out a sigh, but he didn’t hesitate to scoot off the couch and sit on the floor with his son. Grogu pointed at Mando’s helmet a few times.

Mando shook his head. “Meh gar copaanir Ma olar, enteyor haaranovor troan.”

Grogu glanced at you before nodding with a quick chirp. He went back to playing. Mando more or less just followed along and did everything Grogu motioned for him to do. You continued to eat and slowly finished your caf. Occasionally, Mando would say something else in Mando’a and you clung to every unknown word. Briefly, you wondered if it was the language itself that had a tight grip on your or just Mando speaking it. If you were a betting woman, you’d put credits on the latter.

Regardless of whether or not you’d let your brain play pretend, you knew for certain that you didn’t want to lose this⏤ couldn't lose this. An idea began to take hold and you only thought it over for a few seconds before deciding to follow through. You needed to ask before you lost your nerve.

“Hey, Mando.” You called out. He turned his head to face you. “Do you have any plans for today?”

He paused to think then shook his head. “No. Were you thinking of something?”

“Yeah.” You sat up so your spine straightened rather than curling into the couch cushions. The mug in your hand was empty, but you continued to hold it in your hands. “Can you teach me how to shoot a blaster?”

The absolute last thing Din ever expected you to ask was for him to teach you how to work a blaster. It was so surprising that when it had happened, he had just stared at you in shock for a minute or so. You hadn’t elaborated on the question, didn’t even cutely ramble like you often did, and he hadn’t asked for any clarification. Add the request along with the mysterious scar and her nightmares and it created a picture that concerned Din greatly. Everybody had a past and he was learning yours may have been more violent than he ever would’ve guessed. 

Din simply nodded to your request with a nod and rose to get ready. The best place he could take you to practice shooting without worrying about distractions or hitting something⏤ or someone⏤ important was the lava plains. Din didn’t even entertain the idea of bringing Grogu along. He wanted to focus on your lessons, truly teaching you how to shoot, and with his son there his attention would be torn. Half on you, and half on making sure Grogu didn’t wander away and eat something he most definitely shouldn’t. 

Luckily, where he planned to set up the makeshift shooting range, they had to pass Peli’s workshop. After dropping him off and promising to be back after a few hours, Din led you out of the city. You had been your usual cheery self throughout the walk, but you grew quiet as stone paths turned to the black, glassed landscape of the lava plains. He wasn’t sure if this was because you were focused on taking in the new surroundings or if you were nervous about the lessons.

“Have you ever fired a blaster before?” Din asked. He set down the duffel bag he had packed and motioned for you to stand by it. He walked about 5 yards out and used a half empty can to paint an ‘X’ on the large boulder. When he returned back to your side, Din realized you hadn’t answered him yet. You shifted foot from foot and shook your head. “Then I assume you haven’t even held one before either?”

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Good assumption.”

He dug through the duffel bag looking for a specific blaster and mumbled an annoyance under his breath. It was moments like this he missed the Razor Crest all the more. Din had been meaning to get a weapons closet in the house, but he kept putting it off. When he found what he was looking for he held it out for you.

“All of my weapons are designed or altered for me.” Din said. “The grip would be too large for you to practice with.” He motioned to the blaster you now admired. “That might be a little bit too small, but it’ll work for today.”

“Why is this one so small?” You asked.

Din took your hands in his and arranged them so you could comfortably and efficiently handle the blaster. He cleared his throat. “It was designed for a child.”

“A child?” Your eyes widened. “Grogu can shoot??”

“Maker, no.” Din laughed at the thought. “He’s a menace enough without having access to a blaster.” You laughed in response, and being able to be the reason why made him preen with pride. He tapped his hand along the barrel. “It was mine. This is the blaster I learned on.” Your amused smile turned to something soft and warm, and Din wished he knew what you were thinking. “Alright. The rules.”

“Always keep the safety on unless I’m using it.” You began to list the basics he had stressed to you on the way here. “Don’t point it at anything I don’t wanna shoot at. Especially people. Uh,” You paused in thought, “My finger shouldn’t be left on the trigger?”

Din nodded. “Right. Keep it here.” He straightened your pointer finger to rest on the blaster above the trigger. “What else?”

“You said something about targets?” You winced sheepishly.

Din chuckled. “I did. Know exactly what your target is, and keep in mind what’s beyond it.” He leveled his voice to convey the seriousness of his next statement. “You have to be sure of yourself. Don’t pull the trigger unless you’re positive that’s the decision you’re making. Once you fire, you can’t take that back, cyar’ika.”

You nodded in understanding, “Got it.”

“Now,” He took a step back and motioned to the boulder, “Aim, don’t fire.”

You held the blaster up in front of you and made simple, rookie errors. Your elbows were locked, feet stood to match your shoulders, and your entire body screamed tension. Din nodded and went to work. As he adjusted your stance he explained each motion. Keep your arms loose, don’t lock your elbows. One foot a step back. You absorbed each bit of information he gave and followed instruction.

“Take a deep breath. Relax.” Din said. You took in a deep breath, but even after letting it out your body remained tense. He set his hands on your shoulders, lightly squeezing them. After a few seconds, he felt your body loosen up and unwind. Satisfied, he motioned to the boulder. “Flip off the safety. Take a few practice shots. I want you to get used to the blowback.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No.” Din shook his head. “The blaster’s too small for that, but it can still startle you if you’re not used to it.”

You nodded and after flipping the safety off he watched you fire a few times. The shots were going wide of the target, but right now Din just wanted you to get a feel for the weapon itself. He watched you intently, and his eyes traced from head to toe. Din was attracted to you⏤ that was no secret. He had seen you strolling through the market chatting with the vendors with a smile so bright it could rival the sun. He had seen you in your pajamas, Grogu in arm, rocking him while whispering a quiet song to him. 

Maker, just this morning he had seen you laying under him in bed. A sight that nearly stopped his heart altogether. Din was so sure that moment would remain unchallenged as his absolute favorite way to see you, but this new sight was stiff competition. You, standing with a blaster in hand, focused on a target as you fired shot after shot. Din was obsessed with the idea of you handling a blaster. Weapons were a cornerstone of who he was, but he hadn’t expected it to be a turn on for him. Yet, here he was out in the lava plains with you resisting the urge to pull you in his arms, rip off his helmet, press his lips to yours, taste⏤

“Mando!” Your voice startled him. He shook his head and realized you had stopped firing to stare at him. Din had gotten more lost in his thoughts than he had intended. So much for staying focused on training. “Are you okay?” You lowered your weapon, barrel to the ground. “I asked you a question but you were just staring. Am I doing something wrong?”

“No. I’m sorry, cyar’ika.” Din cleared his throat and drew closer to you. “What did you ask?”

You grinned and motioned to the boulder which had various blackened marks from your firing, but not a single one touched the red ‘X’ he had painted. “I asked, how the kriff do I hit the target?”

Din huffed out a laugh. “For starters,” He tapped above your eyebrow, “Don’t close this eye. Keep them both open.” You nodded. He then pointed to the sight. “Line this indicator with the one at the end of the barrel. Then, before you pull the trigger, blow all the air out of your lungs.”

“Huh?”

Din drew his own blaster and took aim. He took in an exaggerated deep breath and exhaled it loud enough for you to hear. At the end of the breath, he pulled the trigger. You jumped in surprise at the sound. Din’s blaster was more powerful than the small one you were using. Your eyes darted from the blackened ‘X’ then back to him with wide eyes. Amused at your reaction, he glanced at the boulder and fired four more shots that hit the dead center of the ‘X’. From this distance, and being a still target, Din was confident he could hit the ‘X’ with his eyes closed.

You snorted and lightly elbowed him in the side. “Show off.”

Din beamed down at you and didn’t argue otherwise. If there were any other, more complicated, targets out in the lava plains he would’ve gone for that. Din wanted you to be impressed with him. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that⏤ to himself, at least. He’d walk barefoot across the lava plains before he ever let someone like Cara know that. He’d never hear the end of it.

“Come here.” Din holstered his weapon and motioned for you to stand in front of him. He let you place yourself in position first then corrected a few little things. You’d aim, fire a shot, then Din would advise you of a change to make. It only took about five minutes before you hit the target and the way your face brightened in excitement made him chuckle. After that, he spent another thirty minutes or so letting you practice. 

You lowered the blaster finally, “Call it a day?”

“Sure.” Din nodded. As much as he loved spending time with you, he still wanted to spend some time with Grogu on his day off as well. He held his hand out for the blaster. Din watched you double check the safety before setting it in his palm. 

“Thank you.” You said. Din stood from where he had knelt down to reorganize his bag, then pulled the strap over his shoulder. “I appreciate you taking the time to teach me how to shoot a blaster.” Din nodded and you began to walk beside him as the two of you made good pace back towards the city. A beat of silence passed before you spoke up once more. “I, uh, also appreciate you not asking why I wanted to learn to shoot today.”

Din shrugged. “It’s your business, not mine.”

“I just…” You began but stopped. Din didn’t press and just walked beside you slowly as you worked through whatever thoughts you were having. It wasn’t until the edge of the city was reached when you started talking again. “I thought if I knew how to shoot a blaster I’d feel…safer.”

“Did it work?” Din asked. He frowned at the aspect of you feeling unsafe.

You smiled with a small nod. “Yeah. It did.”

He nodded and you both took a few more steps before his hand shot out to gently wrap around your arm. You turned with eyebrows curiously raised, and Din tried to sort through his words. He let go of your arm and gave you a small nod. “I don’t know why you feel… not safe. I hope it isn’t⏤”

“It’s not you.” You blurted. His shoulders marginally relaxed. You reached out and knocked on the besker covering his chest. “Don’t you remember from this morning? I’m not scared of you.”

Din chuckled. “Right.” Feeling bold, he reached out and cupped the side of your face before he could second guess himself. You didn’t flinch or even tense. Instead, you leaned your face into his palm and Din took in a shuddering breath. He caressed his gloved thumb over your cheekbone then gave a single nod. “Whatever it is, I just want you to know that you’re safe here⏤ safe with me.” Din pushed out every word with as much sincerity as he could muster. He wanted you to know, to understand, that you had no reason to fear anything anymore. “As long as I’m here, nothing, no one, will ever hurt you, cyar’ika. I swear it.”

“I know.” You replied softly. 

Din Djarin was wrapped around your finger. If he hadn’t been sure of it before, he sure as hell was now. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you.

mando’a translations

V’ore: thanks /// Cyar’ika: Darling /// Buir: Father ///

Gar parjir, Buir?:

You win, father?

Gar serim:

You’re right

Vaabir gar copaanir at gaa'tayl ni ve'ganir Ma lor'vram?:

Do you want to help me get Ma breakfast?

Meh gar copaanir Ma olar, enteyor haaranovor troan:

If you want Ma here, must hide my face.

[star-rie]

when your servant is a little shite

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Then Merlin looks at Gaius, who’s sitting there, eyeing him as if he knows what Merlin is going to do.

‘Merlin, no’

‘Merlin yes’

or

Merlin tests the limits of Arthur’s patience.

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alternatively, ao3 link

original prompt

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6 (you're here)

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After the thing with Arthur’s crown and the princess, Merlin decides that enough is enough. He already tests his theories out with varying outcomes. There’s no need to further embarrass both Arthur and his own reputation.

He just doesn’t want to drag Arthur with him, he doesn’t really care if people think he’s mental.

It was another feast. Royals sure do love feasts, Merlin thought as he poured the wine into a noble’s goblet. Tonight, they’re celebrating Sir Alexander’s ascension to knighthood.

A bright young lad he is, aspiring to protect Camelot and King Arthur. Merlin likes him already. In fact, Merlin praises the knights. They’re very loyal to Arthur, even following him to death. The knights are the only nobles worthy of their title.

“Lovely night, isn’t it?” Modred said beside him, He takes that back, he forgot this rotten thing is actually a knight.

Merlin immediately scowls, looking at the gremlin up and down. Mordred is probably already planning for Arthur’s next death trap.

"Yes,” Merlin said tightly, shifting away from him. Go away, please go away.

Mordred frowns, his face sad. “Do you still hate me?”

Merlin scoffs, “Why would I hate you?” he said as he aggressively takes Mordred’s goblet and pours him water. Obviously, Merlin is not giving alcohol to a child, but if he turns away for a second, maybe Merlin can–

“Merlin!” The sun of his morning sky himself comes to greet him, enthusiastically putting an arm over his shoulder.

“Is that for me?” He asks, taking the goblet from Merlin, Damnit, now he can’t poison the drink!

“That was Modred’s sire.” Maybe if he can get it out of Arthur’s grasp…

“‘Tis mine now! Sorry Mordred” Modred nods, pretending to be the good boy he is. Damn it, poison is out of the window then. Hmm, maybe if Merlin can somehow create a mass hysteria right now, then he can kill him.

Merlin stares at Arthur’s sexy throat, swallowing water like a sexy person. He feels warmth radiating from the arm draping over him.

Nah, not worth it.

“Go join the other knights, boy,” Arthur told him from his sexy lips.

"Okay,” Mordred said, joining the rest of the knights.

“So Arthur, you-OW!” Merlin cried when Arthur smacked him.

“You know, Merlin, your hostility for that boy is really getting abnormal,” Arthur said, gesturing to his empty goblet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Merlin said, pouring wine this time. Arthur sighs.

“Merlin, Mordred is a good boy; can’t you see how sweet he is?” Arthur directed his hand towards Modred and the knights, who were gaping over Percival’s muscly arm. But all Merlin saw was Mordred’s vile smirk and evil face, trying to craft a plan for Arthur’s demise.

“He’s clearly evil, sire. Look at his face!” Merlin gestures towards Mordred’s chubby features.

“You’re delusional”

“Am not!”

So Arthur and Merlin spend the next 10 minutes arguing about Modred’s chubby cheeks and how he’s secretly sorting out an evil plan behind that sweet smile. But then he saw it—the dagger coming at Arthur’s face. Behind him, the same mother from that trial a few days ago, Merlin, was sure she was executed, but she looks alive and well.

Merlin would move himself in front of Arthur. He really would, and he wouldn’t hesitate to shield him even if the dagger might pierce his heart. But he had no time, the blade was already an inch from Arthur’s face, one more second, it would be stuck to his head. Merlin’s heart beats frantically, he has no choice.

Focusing his energy on the dagger, he stopped it right as it touched Arthur’s head. He immediately turns the knife and redirects it to stab the woman at the end of the hall.

She cries painfully, her hand clutching her stomach. And then she falls, blood running from her body. The court is silent, saved for Merlin’s harsh breath.

He knows now, Arthur knows.

He slowly looks at him, frightened of what he will see. Arthur is staring, particularly at his eyes. Merlin presses the ring that was on his finger.

Please don’t hate me, please don’t hate me, please–

“Magic is legal now." he meant to declare it to the court, but he ended up saying it to Merlin instead. The court was silent, it was Merlin instead who questioned him, “What...”

“Magic is legal now." Arthur repeats, staring at his eyes. Merlin shakes his head. “You can’t mean that; you’re supposed to hate me; magic is evil; it’s—”

“I mean it!” He shouts, silencing him. And he goes to grab Merlin’s hand, the one with the ring, raising it so the court can see.

“You see this?” He asks, pointing to the ring on Merlin’s hand, “This man has already become a part of Camelot’s royal house; he saves my life more than I can count, but most importantly, he always puts Camelot before himself; he stays as my servant even if magic is illegal. Believe me when I say we won’t stand if he’s not here.”

He said, before looking fondly at him, “We owe a great debt to you."

And then Arthur turns to address the court “I will write a decree tomorrow. Are there any objections?” He asks, and Gwaine starts very slowly, "Um, is it just me, or it’s very obvious that Merlin had magic since, like, I don’t know, before Uther?”

“I thought I was the only one.”

“Me too”

“No way”

"Wait, what do you mean? This is old news? this is new to me!”

And the court is now competing over which person discovers Merlin’s magic in the first place, which becomes very funny as the discussion gets more complex. Merlin looks at Gaius and Lancelot, who just shrugs. Merlin is perplexed.

“Wait..so you all knew that I–”

“I did say, Merlin, that you can’t keep a secret, even if your life depends on it.” Arthur cuts him off while Merlin is reeling over the fact that even Arthur knew.

…

ARTHUR KNEW HE HAD MAGIC!?

Arthur then smiles at the court and says, "Well, then continue on while me and my not-so-magical manservant—" Arthur held his hand tightens when he said that, which means that Merlin is in very serious trouble. “Clean this corpse from the room! Let’s go, wizard! Been dying to use that one." Arthur drags Merlin to the corpse, and they both carry her out of the hall.

Once they were far enough, when Merlin’s brain stopped short-circuiting, he started to chuckles at the absurdity of the situation. "Well, that was a—“ he starts, but is caught off guard when Arthur roughly pins him to the wall, trapping him under him.

“Arthur what--“

“Do you realize how dangerous that was?” Arthur spoke, grip tightening on Merlin’s jacket, “I had enough of you, trying to make a fool of yourself to the royal court; you think I didn’t notice, didn’t you? Your silly stunts of sitting at the throne and the time you sat at the table, and—wait, you’re doing this on purpose!” he realizes, shouting accusingly at Merlin.

"No,” Merlin said, avoiding Arthur’s eyes.

So he had noticed.

"Oh, stop lying, Merlin, you can’t even lie about your magic.”

“Well okay only some of them, the rest is because of the situation” he sighs, wiggling under his grip. When Arthur made no indication to move, Merlin finally voices the tiny thought that had been echoing in his heart.

“So you don’t hate me?” Merlin asks, not looking at him. Arthur had the right to look offended.

“Hate you?? Of course not! Why would I? No! Merlin! I’m mad at you!” Arthur said, pushing him further. “What if the court didn't agree with me back there?! What if they didn’t know about your magic?? What if they think that a king-servant relationship is not normal like my father? What then?? What if they separated me from you?!” Arthur asks frantically, and it finally clicks—all the things that Arthur did for him.

"Oh,” Merlin said, “I thought,“ and Arthur kissed him hard, awkwardly, their teeth clanking. And Merlin melts into it. Finally, he thinks, as he puts his hand on his hair, finally he gets to kiss him. And then they pull away from each other.

“Are we good?” Merlin asks

"Yeah,” Arthur said, before kissing Merlin again.

[the-phantom-peach]

I love seeing people draw joker because everyone as like a slightly take on him

true

and I like making mine a little gremlin child

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

My son Yanqing!!!!!!! (hides the angsty ideas) Do you have any headcannons for him?

HOLY COW WTH YOU GUYS ARE FAST—I OPEN MY HSR REQ AND THERE'S ALREADY ONE REQUEST IN MY MAILBOX—

And yes hide those angsty ideas for later—I traumatize him too, even though I love him-

I do have a few headcanons of Yanqing, so allow me to scrape them together into one fat pile!

Yanqing Headcanons!

(Disclaimers: Keep in Mind, this is Strictly Platonic! Might be OOC as well!)

I'd like to imagine that Yanqing loves to hide up in trees or areas where he is able to fit himself in. Especially closets. idk why but I sometimes see him as a gremlin child /pos

After a frustrating chess match with the General, I imagine Yanqing doesn't touch a starchess board for a week or two until he goes right back at it to beat his father old man. Boi is very ambitious

I feel like after the Luofu Story Quest and (probably) Jingliu's Companion Quest, Yanqing tries to avoid the topic entirely about the High Cloud Quintet and their history, and the times that he does talk/mention them, it's usually very surface-level questions. He may be young, but he knows how to read the room—he is the lieutenant after all.

Yanqing has curfew because we all know Jing Yuan would get grey hairs if Yanqing stayed up all night to practice and run drills. Sometimes Yanqing does it just to make Jing Yuan feel old/grow grey hairs, and somehow he actually still has the energy to keep up with the day—

(On the angst note but) I feel like Yanqing might have picked up the bad habit of the General's where he just swallows up how he truly thinks and feels and keeps it secluded to himself. Yanqing is mainly expressive through his expressions due to his age, but he certainly keeps his damaged pride hidden very well—especially under important/urgent circumstances. Humility is hard to face when pride is all that you got—something which I think Yanqing kind of lives up to in a sense.

And that's all I got for the Swallow Boy! I hope you enjoyed these headcanons of mine, anon :)

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I need to stop encouraging angst before it becomes an issue /j

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[try-set-me-on-fire]

@eowon @rogerzsteven @devirnis and @thewolvesof1998 all tagged me in temptation Tuesday! Let's see do I have any new temptations...

Well this fic is me giving into temptation instead of writing like any of the longer more pressing fic ideas I have going ahshsh

This scene popped into my mind and I feel like I should find someplace to put it. Maybe it could go in proposal fic?

“Dad?”  Buck’s head does a little swivel around the room at Christopher’s voice. “Think he’s in the backyard, kid.”  “No-“ Chris frowns a little, coming close enough to tug on Buck’s sleeve. “I mean… Dad. Buck, Dad.” Buck blinks, once and then several times very rapidly. This morning Eddie had told him Christopher wanted to try something, smiling a mischievous little smile as he’d given him the mysterious heads up, but Buck hadn’t expected this. He swallows and tries to play it cool even as tears are forming in his eyes. “Oh- uh- Yeah?” “Can I go play Minecraft? Dennis and Leah said they were going to be online.” Chris’ face is so open and innocent, like he maybe just forgot its chore day in the Diaz house and last Buck checked he hadn’t even really started on his room yet. “Please, Dad?”  Buck’s still watery eyes narrow. “You’re a little bit evil,” he says, pointing at him. Chris just keeps smiling serenely like he’s never even heard of the concept of weaseling out of responsibilities, never even thought about emotionally bribing his poor old Buck. “Dad?" Biiiig eyes. "Can I?”  “… No?” It comes out warbly and high pitched and completely unsure.  "No to what?" Eddie comes down the hallway, wiping dirty hands on his old worn chore day jeans.  "Nothing," Chris says, innocently, beginning to giggle. He full on cackles as Buck loops an arm around him and gives him a gentle noogie. "You gremlin," Buck grins, holding the kid as he squirms. He looks up at Eddie, who's smiling down at the two of them so fondly. Dad? Buck mouths, feeling once again the sort of freefall swoop he gets in his stomach whenever he finds a new way the Diaz family have seamlessly fit him into their lives. Eddie does a little head tilt nod, smile even warmer. Then his eyebrows scrunch up and he points to Chris. What did he do? Buck shakes his head with an eye roll that does nothing to dim how happy he's sure he looks. "You gotta clean your room, child o' mine, video games later."  "Fine," Chris says, voice still laced with laughter. Buck loosens his hold to let him go get on with it, but pulls him into something more like a hug before he does. "Hey," he says, overwhelmed for a moment by how big this kid has grown. He'd been so small, a million years ago in a school parking lot after an earthquake. "I love you so much." Buck feels Chris' smile where he presses it into Buck's shoulder. "Love you too, Dad."

And then I guess every current wip is kind of tempting me from every other one... I should list 'em out and find some writing game to reblog to make you guys bully me into working on them.

Tagging @rewritetheending @bigfootsmom @burins @anxieteandbiscuits @shortsighted-owl @iinryer

[thesupreme316]

a bunch of headcanons of the reader has a kid and has to take the kid to work a lot but the wrestler(s) with a crush on them help out and they get together??

darius martin x female reader? action andretti x female reader? dante martin x female reader? hook x female reader? ricky starks x female reader? lee moriarty x female reader?

AEWS Stars Having A Crush on A Single Mom:

Pairings: Darius Martin X Fem!Reader, Dante Martin X Fem!Reader, Action Andretti X Fem!Reader, Hook X Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks Fem!Reader, Lee Moriarty X Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Supreme Speaks: hiii, thanks to @hooks-martin for the request! this one has been sitting in my drafts because I just kept changing stuff so I hope everyone enjoys it. if you a momma out here, I appreciate you cause you def do a lot, you are wonder woman. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: I refer to children as demon spawns and gremlins jokingly, MY GRAMMARLY AND THE N KEY DOESNT WORK WHEN I NEED IT TO, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread so not too loud

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Darius Martin:

THIS MAN WOULD ABSOLUTELY MELT AT THE SIGHT OF YOU WITH YOUR KID

Darius always admired you, but eventually that became a big crush

Completely simps for you and your kids

Will do anything that you say or ask

In my mind, he is that man that stepped up into a father-figure/male role model in your child’s life

Him taking the task of watching your little gremlin (I mean blessing…same difference) very seriously

Never lets them out of his sight, will spend almost all his money on them, and will try his best to give a good experience every time they go to work with you

Starts spending time with them outside of work as he understands being a single mom is hard and will do anything to lighten your plate

YOUR KIDS FUCKING LOVE HIM cause why not? Plus he always buys them ice cream

Eventually, you notice and you absolutely fall in love with the way he accepts your kids

One day, after dropping the kids off at your house after a day of fun, he makes his move

“I wanna be in their lives more and I want to be in your life more. I really like you and I want to have more with you.”

Needless to say that y’all establish your family and are starting to add one more to the mix

Dante Martin

I feel that just like his brother Dante would also take the task seriously

But because Dante is younger he wouldn’t know how to really “help out”

Definitely read a couple of books to help

So he would do what he could; watch your kids while you work if he didn’t have a match or just distract them while you had to handle something

To them; he quickly becomes that cool older brother who can do flips

Dante begins having a crush on you because of how nurturing and attentive you are to your kid(s)

He’s just worried about you not seeing him in the same light (if you are older)

You like him because of how sweet he is and that he really tries his best to help you

To ask you out, I feel like he would ask the kid(s) more about you and your interests

After asking for the child(rens) blessing and their invasive questions, he would ask you out

IT WOULD BE REALLY CUTE Like he would use the kids homemade cards to ask you out on a date

You: *reading the card(s)* Mom, you should go out with Dante?

Dante: I mean the kid’s got taste

Action Andretti

I feel like he would be very similar to his Lad comrades

Will be attracted to you at first from a far and come around to making his feelings known

He gets hella nervous around you (like would stutter and not make eye contact)

But would be shook to find out that you have kids or a kid

He wouldn’t wanna feel like he’s adding more to your plate

Offers to watch your kids or take them to get something to eat while you work

You guys would have little date nights as either his or your friends offer to watch the kid(s)

BUT LISTEN

I think that your child(ran) would pressure you into asking you out

“You know mom likes you, right? But then again she likes Dylan too-“

Before they could finish their other sentence, Andretti runs straight to you and asks you out

Andretti: *out of breath* I just had to ask you out before Dylan did

You: I don’t even know a Dylan. But I would love to go out with you

Hook:

LETS GET THIS STRAIGHT: HOOK LIKES MILFS (as do I) AND IDC WHAT YOU SAY

Likes you because you are a strong woman and then fell even more in love when he found that you’re a mom (a great one at that)

But he would never show it; he’ll try his best to keep his feelings at bay so he doesn’t add pressure to your life (and because he’s not a verbally emotional person)

Also he thought his actions would speak for his words

I think kids like Hook for the simple fact that he doesn’t talk much; Would let your children do whatever they want to a certain extent

If they did something outta pocket, he’ll just look at them and they’ll stop

You were amazed and you just automatically started going to Hook to babysit/watch them while you’re working

He always keeps snacks, juice boxes, and coloring books in his backpack just in case

Remember how I said that he doesn’t show his feeling and his actions speak for him? When that all changes when he has a talk with your son

Demon Spawn: Do you like my mom?

Hook: Yes

Demon Spawn: Well, can you tell her? She doesn’t think so and she doesn’t understand us guys

Would ask you out with your favorite flowers

“I thought my actions were speaking loudly but I think I need to be straightforward. Will you go out with me?”

Ricky Starks:

THIS MAN IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARJHGAJFHGJKAFDG

He also likes MILFS (again so do I call me)

Before knowing you had kids, he would actively flirt with you every damn day

When he found that you had kids, the flirting became more provocative and direct

“So….do you want another kid? With a handsome and charming man?”

Your kids love him because he helps pick out their outfits, he’s funny (always give them material to roast someone), and he genuinely cares

Like Darius, he will take the responsibility very seriously

In his eyes, it’s like they are his kids too (that was apparent after he signed a permission slip for a field trip)

Keeps a close eye on them backstage and takes them to basketball games

Constantly takes you out on dates; genuinely believes that you guys are in a relationship (PDA, spending nights together)

You always thought that you weren’t good enough for Ricky; but he quickly shut that shit down

“Listen, you are my woman, always have been. You are a great mother just like how you are a great girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? We never confirmed our relationship.”

“I thought it was obvious but if you want we can go to the bedroom and confirm it now.”

Lee Moriarty:

THIS MAN IS FUNNY IDC WHAT YOU SAY

I feel like he would have that one uncle that is everyone’s favorite

Developed a crush on you because you gave him a jersey

Loves to give your kids piggy back rides (or make Big Bill give them), fake wrestle, and race them around the arena

Will do TikTok challenges with your child and make you join them

Will also let them watch a little of South Park

He’s a confident person but when it comes down to you; he don’t know how to act

He’s the type of person who will get shy around the person he likes

Like Hook, your children will ask if he likes you, to which he responds “Is it that obvious?”

And with them having big mouths, they say, “Mom! You should make him your boyfriend! He like likes you!”

Next time he comes to watch your kids, you ask him out, making him blush

“*in disbelief *You wanna go out with me?”

“Have you met yourself? Of course I want to.”

And then you kiss his cheek, making your children gag

Eddie Kingston *Bonus* I had to include him

THIS DUDE THIS DAWG

He’s aware that he has feelings for you but he doesn’t let you know outta fear of rejection (He thinks he’s being obvious and you’re not interested)

If you ask him to do something, he’ll do it while saying no problem; does not want you to lift a finger while he’s around

Will fight to the death for you and your kids

Always give (sometimes unsolicited) advice to your kids and gives them the hard truth

“Stawp that running around; ya motha don’t like that” (I can hear him sayin it exactly as I wrote it)

They always appreciate how upfront he is

Treats your kids like their his own

Tries to attend their games and award ceremonies

Will brag about their achievements to Jon and anyone else

Back to his crush on you; Eddie fully believes that you don’t like him back and just see him as a friend

Until you tell him about your feelings

“Eddie, you’re a great person: handsome, funny, real, and a sweetheart. I genuinely want you in my life as more than a friend.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth doll.” And then he gives you a kiss

Your kid: EW

“No one told you to watch dawg.”

[cheeseyberg]

Part 4 of this post

Part 4 of this post

He has to act quick; Eddie is climbing out of his van and Steve has maybe 30 seconds to come up with a strategy to let Eddie know he's interested in him. If Eddie and Robin can plot and scheme behind his back then so can he, and if he can mess with Eddie a little bit to make up for the plotting and the scheming then all the better. He would like to be the one making Eddie stammer and stutter and blush for once, and now he has the advantage thanks to Max.

"Stevie! Fancy meting you here," Eddie shouted as he walked into Family Video. "Max asked me to drop her off to return some videos, and since I'm so generous and caring, I couldn't say no."

Steve shot out a hand to cover Max's mouth just as she was opening it to refute Eddie's claim that she was the one who asked for the ride or that they were her movies, "I wouldn't expect anything less from you Eds. Since you're so generous and caring I'm a little disappointed you didn't bring me a coffee. We could have had coffee together while Max picks out her next rentals." He looks down at Max, raising his eyebrows and hoping she can read in his face that he's offering them in exchange for her cooperation.

"You want to have coffee with me?" Eddie asks nervously.

"I'd love to have coffee with you! What day were you thinking? I'm working tomorrow afternoon so we can maybe meet for breakfast at the diner tomorrow morning." Steve can feel Max trying not to laugh under his hand and he drops it to shove her into the nearest aisle. "Go pick your movies, Max."

"Wha... I ... Wait, what is happening?" Eddie stammers as he watches Max wander away.

"You asked me if I wanted to have coffee with you and I agreed. What do you think is happening?"

"I think I'm losing it," Eddie mutters. "Um, okay yea, I'm free tomorrow morning. We can get breakfast at the diner. Did you mean, like everyone? Is this a group breakfast?"

"Not really interested in a group hangout for this, Eds." Steve starts piling movies from the return bin on the counter.

"For what?"

"For breakfast, keep up Eddie. You seriously should have brought some coffee. Not that I'm not loving the adorable head tilt you do when you're confused."

Steve can see Eddie's ear blushing bright red as he mouths "adorable?" to himself.

"Steve do you only have one copy of the new Nightmare on Elm Street; I don't see it on the shelf?" Max is standing on her toes to peek over the horror rack at Steve. No, not at Steve! She's looking at the pile of returns he's sorting and sitting right on top is the movie in question. Steve decides Max has just cemented her spot as favorite child for life. Steve glances at Eddie, who is watching them but hasn't looked down at the movies on the counter yet.

"Max, it's sitting right here on the top of my return pile. Didn't you just return this, why are you asking for it again? And who even let you rent this, you're not old enough to check out R rated movies?" Steve looks back at Eddie, putting his hands on his hips and giving his best 'can you believe this kid?' face, and catches the tail end of his frantic head shaking and can it hand motions that he's giving Max.

"Oh, that wasn't mine, that was Eddie's rental." Max supplies helpfully.

Eddie is fully red now, not just his ears. He's also looking at Max like he wants her to explode. "Just that one! I had to return that one and since Max asked me to drive her over here anyway, I just thought it would be the good time to return mine too. Like efficient. I'm very efficient, and um… eco-friendly. Why make two trips you know?" Eddie's voice gets higher and higher as he rambles.

"That's true, when I think of Eddie Munson, I think eco-friendly. Eddie "Efficiency" Munson, eco-warrior." Steve teases.

"Anyway, about breakfast tomorrow, is this like a trivia team captains meeting? Like a strategy session on how to keep the gremlins from getting out of hand, because I'm worried about Erica and Dustin taking it too far if I'm being honest."

"We can talk about whatever you want to talk about Eds, I'm sure it will come up." Steve is back to sorting his returns by genre and keeps his eyes on the pile, affecting an air on nonchalance.

"I'm ready," Max announces as she slides her video across the counter towards Steve. "It's my free one right Steve?"

"Of course, it is, actually I think they're free for you all week." Steve winks and slides it back over.

"Come on Captain Planet, I've got things to do. Take me home." Max shouts over her shoulder at Eddie as she heads towards the door.

"What, don't call me that!" Eddie cringes and turns to follow Max out. "See you tomorrow morning Stevie, 9:30 okay?"

"9:30 is perfect, it's a date." Steve turns back to the computer to finish waiving Max's rental charge and smiles to himself when he hears Eddie's sputter and Max's cackle as she pulls him out the door.

Part 5

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I have come to the conclusion that there is a very very large overlap in the people who assume that Astarion is "secretly uncomfortable" with a polyam relationship with Halsin and people who a) have zero social awareness, or b) are polyphobic, or c) both. Astarion is not uncomfortable with polyamory, he is uncomfortable participating in sex. Those are two very different things. Astarion is insecure about his ability to be a 'fulfilling' partner to Tav due to his aversion to sex, and that is a perfectly natural fear almost everyone who's ever been repulsed by or reluctant to participate in sex can attest to. My fellow Ace and/or sex repulsed people you should know well how scary it can be to not feel sure that your partner is satisfied. Astarion at no point sounds sad about the proposal, with the exception when specifically asking if it's because he hasn't been putting out enough recently (Note, Astarion and Tav would not have had sex at this point for a wee while), and if Tav reassures him that he is special to them just the way he is, he is genuinely happy.

"But he doesn't enjoy having sex with the Drow twins." My dear sweet child, he explicitly says he's not ready for that yet. At no point does he pretend to be okay with it only to secretly not be. He clearly and firmly says he is not okay with it, and you only get the narration about him seeming empty if you pressure him into it. This does not happen with Halsin. I repeat. This does not happen with Halsin! Astarion never, I repeat NEVER says anything akin to "not being sure" or "I don't know", or "I'm not ready for this" in regards to Halsin's proposition, while he CLEARLY says that about the Drow twins.

Why, you may then ask, is he uncomfortable with the Drow twins but not Halsin? Well, for one, the Drow twins are sex workers. And while in this house we 100% respect love and support all sex workers, they were unfortunately likely targets during his thrall days, and they almost certainly open up some wounds he's not ready to explore yet. Secondly, with the Drow twins he is pressured to participate. Again, Astarion is uncomfortable participating in sex, not with polyamory as a whole. Astarion would be uncomfortable being pressured into basic vanilla christian one on one sex with Tav just as much as he would be uncomfortable being pressured into sex with the Drow twins. That has nothing to do with polyamory. He would not be and is not uncomfortable with Tav having sex with, kissing or flirting with Halsin, as long as he is at no point forced to or pressured to physically participate himself.

Consider why every other character who is against a relationship with Halsin explicitly says so (for those of you who compare Astarion to Karlach, Karlach does explicitly say she is against it.) Consider how every single time Astarion is against something, with the exception of some events in Act 1, he explicitly says so. Consider how Astarion literally does bring up something that concerns him in that very conversation, and clearly states his concerns regarding his own sexual availability, but at no point even hints at being uncomfortable with Tav's romantic/sexual interests. And perhaps consider why you are so intent on having characters be "secretly against polyamory".

Because I will die on the hill that Astarion is a sex repulsed polyam sexual (possibly mono-romantic) pan gremlin of a man. edit to clarify: This post is about people who are insistent on that assumption, as in, refuse to accept that they may be mistaken, or that their assumption is exactly that, an assumption with no direct proof to support it. I don't mind people who headcanon, you live your life I'll live mine, I mind people who assume he's secretly against it, and then state that as fact and canon when it simply isn't, it's a headcanon, an assumption, a plot you would like to believe, NOT something established by direct canon evidence. If you prefer to read him as uncomfortable, that's fine and none of my business. If you prefer to read him as secretly strictly monogamous and either too insecure to speak up or doesn't realize it himself, that's fine and none of my business. Hell, if you draw fanart about it and write a whole ass 100 million word fanfic creating a whole new alternate universe which becomes more popular than the game itself, it's still fine and none of my business. But the second you speak your opinion and assert that it's fact, I have just as much a right to speak my opinion and tell you you're wrong.