#I think I just need to fight the CLO two more times before I get promoted to a Big Wig

[themagicalghost]

I heard from someone that overclocked CLO is so fun that I'd never want to go back to fighting the regular CLO, sounds interesting

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hi! My request is Aemond x reader based on the first episode of season 2. When Blood and Cheese enter Aemond’s room, they find his wife there instead. She resists them, fighting for her life and is able to harm one of them. Aemond arrives and strikes one with his sword, while the other is after executed by Vhagar. Once he sees her on the ground, he runs to check on her and she crumbles into his arms. Aemond is shocked at first, not used to physical touch. This ignites a feeling of great protectness towards reader he didn’t know he had and decides to gift her a knife in case she ever need to defend herself. Hope you enjoyed it ❤️

I could have gone very gore and violent with this one (I'm a horror movie girl), but decided against it as it can be triggering for some

Warnings: violence, blood & cheese, protective!Aemond

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The castle had turned quiet as night fell outside. You undid the braids from your hair, placing each pins on your vanity, before disrobing and replacing your dress with a light nightgown. Aemond had promised he would be joining you shortly, having business to finish with Ser Criston in the drawing chamber.  

You reached behind your neck to unclasp your necklace, but it seemed to have gotten caught in your hair. A sigh left your lips. You tried again, but were unsuccessful. 

Just then, the door of your chambers opened — Aemond was there. 

You stepped out of the bathing chamber, seeking your husband’s help. ‘’Could you help me with my necklace? It seems to be caught in my hair—’’ 

Air caught in your throat when you saw a man you had never seen before stuffing his pockets with gold pieces he found on a table. Before you could ask who he was — or scream —, another grabbed you from the back and pressed a blade against your neck. You froze in his hold.

‘’Cheese,’’ the man behind you said, pressing the blade harder and cutting your skin. 

Cheese, who was stealing, glanced at his friend, confused. ‘’Who the fuck is she?’’

‘’She is the one-eyed prince’s lady, Cheese.’’ He laughed maliciously, pressing the blade against your neck whilst pulling at your hair to expose your neck. ‘’If you scream, I’ll slice your neck.’’

Terror shot through you. 

‘’A son for a son, he said,’’ reminded the other one. ‘’Does she look like a fucking son to you?’’ 

‘’I-I have a necklace. It’s of great value,’’ you offered, your voice trembling.

Your aggressor’s grip tightened, his breath hot and foul against your ear. ‘’You think we’re here for trinkets, woman?’’ he sneered. ‘’We’re here for blood.’’

‘’Where is the one-eyed prince?’’ Cheese asked, ripping your necklace from your neck anyway. 

Who were these men, and why did they want your husband? 

‘’He…he is not here,’’ you stammered, trying to think of a way to get yourself out of Blood’s grip.

You knew there was a dagger hidden in the bedside table. Aemond kept it there in case he needed to defend himself in the middle of the night and couldn’t get to his sword. But there was no way of grabbing it without the two men seeing through your plan.

‘’Would you like more jewelry? Or gold pieces?’’ 

The chances of your plan working were very slim, but if you didn’t do anything, your survival was almost impossible. You were not valuable to them. You were just the wife. 

Blood didn’t seem interested in money, but Cheese's eyes gleamed with greed. Maybe he would take your offerings, and you could fetch the dagger.

Cheese stepped closer, considering your offer. ‘’Jewelry? Gold?’’ He grinned, glancing at Blood.  

‘’Yes. I can get them for you…if your friend releases me.’’ 

Blood grunted and reluctantly released you. 

You moved towards the bedside table, feeling wetness drip down your neck. Luckily, the cut was not deep. You opened the drawer, feeling the two men’s eyes on you, ready to pounce if you tried to escape. First, you pulled out a few pieces of gold, and made sure Cheese could see them. Then, you reached for the dagger, your fingers closing tightly around the hilt. 

You thought your plan had worked, but Blood saw the blade and lunged at you, pinning you against the wall. 

‘’Uh uh,’’ he said, madness in his eyes as he raised his other hand to press his blade against your neck again. ‘’What were you trying to do?’’ 

You said nothing. Blood’s hand on your sternum was making it difficult to breathe. 

Now that you made him mad, your life was hanging by a thread. So you kept eye contact and blindly drove Aemond’s dagger into his side. Blood gasped, eyes wide with shock, before letting go of you and collapsing to the floor. 

‘’Ahh! Fucking cunt!’’ 

You got away from him, but Cheese charged in turn. 

Before he could get to you, the door opened and Aemond entered the room. He instantly noticed the presence of two strangers and his terrified wife, rage flaring within him. Who were these men? How did they get in? What were their intentions? Those questions and more ran through his mind, but he couldn’t even begin to find the answers right now.

Aemond’s jaw clenched in anger as he reached for his sword. It was a silent, swift and deadly movement that echoed through the room.

Having heard the door, Cheese turned, his eyes widening in surprise when seeing the prince, but it was too late. Aemond’s sword struck with precision, piercing through Cheese’s chest in one swift motion. The thief gasped, blood bubbling at his lips as he collapsed to the floor, lifeless.

Aemond didn’t bother to look at Cheese for even a second. He knew he was dead. He stepped over the body of the thief and came closer to you. The thought that these men — these thieves — had broken into your chambers and touched you. Rage was pumping through his veins, but he needed to make sure you were alright. 

He marched over to you, his eye fixated on your neck where the cut was. When his arm touched you, the dagger you were holding clattered on the floor as you crumbled into Aemond’s arms. He caught you, his body becoming stiff from the physical contact. 

Your hands clutched at Aemond, refusing to let go of him, shaken and traumatized from the attack. ‘’They were here for you,’’ you mumbled against this chest as tears of relief fell from your eyes. 

Aemond furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. For him?

From the corner of his eye, he saw Blood’s body move on the floor and his grip on you tightened slightly. ‘’Let’s get out of here. I must alert the guards and my brother.’’ 

For weeks, you refused to be left alone in your chambers, scared more rat catchers would break in. To ensure your protection, Aemond had a guard standing outside the door at all times. He never wanted you to be hurt because of him again.

For extra protection, Aemond sat you down gently and presented you with a velvet-lined box. ‘’I had this made for you by our best blacksmith,’’ he said, opening the box to reveal a dagger with dragon scales intricately wrapped around the handle and a sapphire stone set in the hilt. 

It looked expensive and exquisitely crafted. 

Your fingers traced the scales gently. “It’s beautiful, Aemond. You…you had this made for me?”

‘’Yes,’’ he confirmed, watching you as you examined the dagger. ‘’I wanted you to have something to defend yourself with, should anything like that ever happen again.’’

Flashes of that horrific night coursed your mind. Cheese had died on the scene, his lung pierced by Aemond’s sword. Blood was imprisoned and burned by Vhagar two days after he was found in the tunnels of the Keep. 

Aemond moved your hair behind your shoulder, revealing the scarring cuts from Blood’s knife. Guilt filled his stomach. He was your husband, he was supposed to protect you. It was his duty. ‘’I should have been there to protect you.’’ 

‘’You can’t always be there to protect me. I should have locked the door—’’ 

‘’None of this was your fault,’’ Aemond said firmly. ‘’I refuse to let you think that. Whoever paid these fucking rats is at fault. Not you.’’

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[missqhughes]

IS SHE REALLY YOURS? | Q. HUGHES43

-> quinn x jacksgf!reader

-> contains: mentions of sex and sexual acts, verbal fights, cheating, teasing, ocs created for the plot, use of y/n, lowercase intended

-> IN WHICH: y/n swears to herself and quinn that jack will never know what happened between them. however, as jack’s actions become even more questionable, quinn starts to drop hints about what he did to his girlfriend the night before, showing him two can play at the same game.

-> the HIGHLY requested pt 2 to can he get you like this! god i love this plot soooo much. don’t know if i would hate to be in this situation or adore it 🫥 anyway, hope you love it as much as i do!

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

y/n knew it was wrong.

that she fucked her boyfriends older brother. how much she enjoyed it, how good he made her feel. that she loved how it sounded when he moaned her name. that she slept in quinn’s bed in his boxers, she felt a comfort in him holding her close in his unconscious state.

y/n attempted to reach over quinn to grab his phone, afraid that she had woken up too late and leaving quinn’s room would mean certain, immediate trouble.

quinn shifted, waking up and witnessing her crawling on top of him, reaching for the side table, and ultimately failing to do so.

“well, good morning to you too, what are you doing?”

quinn’s sleepy voice was like music to her ears, “sorry, i just wanted to see what time it is,” she said, backing up to lay on her side, partly embarrassed that quinn caught her in the act.

quinn let out a chuckle, brushing the hair away from her face, then holding the nape of her neck to bring her into a sweet kiss.

he inhaled with satisfaction, “you don’t need to know what time it is,” he mumbled against her lips, breaking away to place a kiss on her jawline.

“i do, it’s going to look pretty bad if jack is awake and i come out of your room. especially looking… like this.” y/n remarked, her chest branded with quinn’s mark.

quinn briefly looked at his phone screen, “it’s 7:50, still pretty early. you should be good,”

y/n felt a relief, thinking the worst, that it was later in the morning and everyone else was already awake and that she would have to bring the million dollar excuse to the table of why she was coming out of quinn’s room instead of her own, or jacks.

y/n got up off the bed to look for her shirt and shorts, only to realize that her shirt was still splayed over the kitchen counter.

“fuck”, she whispered to herself, cursing at her forgetfulness.

“can you go get my shirt from the kitchen? i don’t want to walk out there in just a bra and shorts.”

got up and ruffled his hair, his broad shoulders displaying just noticeable scratch marks down them. instead of leaving the room, he went into his closet.

“just wear one of mine,” he said casually,

y/n knew he wasn’t going to get it, and she sure as hell wasn’t either. no one was going to see her in it, so who cares?

quinn tossed her an oversized shirt, a grey one with the classic canucks logo on it. she shot him a look,

“seriously? quinn i cant wear this. what am i going to say to jack if he sees this in my room?” she held the t-shirt in her hands, flustered just at the thought of wearing quinn’s shirt.

“you’ll be fine, you worry too much,” quinn was so casual in his demeanor, some may say it was off putting, but that’s just how he was.

y/n slipped the shirt over her head, engulfed by quinn’s familiar and newly intoxicating scent.

“see you for breakfast then?” she said, standing by the door, holding out the boxers he lent her the night before.

“always,” he said, taking the boxers from her hand before biting his lip and slapping her ass as she left his room.

“quinn!”

“sorry, just had to,” quinn laughed, then closed the door behind her.

was any of this real? she thought to herself.

y/n quietly shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing her shirt that was, in fact, splayed over the kitchen counter. she hurried back to her room in a quiet run, softly closing the door and finally letting out the breath she was holding in.

she took off quinn’s shirt and replaced it with her own, his scent still lingering on her. y/n’s mind went blank, wondering how everything was going to be from now on. sure, jack didn’t know. he will never know. but now that she had done this with quinn, what does that mean for them?

she knew she couldn’t have them both, that she couldn’t just end things with jack just to move on to his older brother.

y/n snapped out of it, shoving quinn’s shirt deep into her dresser, where hopefully no one would find it.

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10:23am

y/n thought this was a safe enough time to leave her room, this being the hour she usually emerges to the living room. but this time she had been up for hours before hand, laying down, a million thoughts firing at once.

she walked down to the kitchen, no quinn or jack, or alana in sight, just april and luke.

“morning guys, the others aren’t up yet?”

luke yawned, “morning, quinn isn’t up but alana and jack are.”

y/n tried her best to keep a poker face, but she felt her heart sink at hearing that they were up but no where in sight.

“oh. where’s jack then?”

she didn’t give a shit about where alana was, as long as it wasn’t with jack.

“he took her out on the jetski, they left like 10 minutes ago,” april let out quickly, avoiding eye contact with y/n.

great.

in almost weird, perfect timing, both quinn came out of his room as alana and jack came up from the dock.

a few good mornings were shared, jack walking over to y/n sitting at the kitchen barstool, placing a quick soft kiss on her cheek. quinn smirked while watching, her head dipping down slightly to hide the pink hue dressed on her face.

jack, for once in his life it seemed like, noticed, and he gave quinn a weird look.

“what’s up with you bud?” he smiled, passing his older brother in the kitchen.

quinn poured himself coffee, back to his brother, covering the devilish smile he had on his face.

“nothing, just slept really good last night, ya know? bed felt extra comfortable,” he said casually, sipping his coffee then facing jack with a nonchalant look.

y/n held her breath, thinking she was going to pass out either from lack of air or whatever the fuck game quinn was playing.

she was so focused on the interaction playing out in front of them, she didn’t notice the other three leaving, april tugging her friend into luke’s room, and him by the door listening to their conversation.

thankfully jack thought nothing of quinn’s remark, and he chuckled at his brother, “yeah i get you. all of us should get down to the water, it’s a super nice day out.”

he would know that. he’s already been out with alana today.

but she couldn’t go out today. not with the situation going on with her chest.

“i’ll probably just stay in-”

“-how about a boat day? i’ll come with this time. all of us.” quinn was quick to cut her off, and she couldn’t control the eye roll that came after.

jack nodded in agreement, “i’ll go tell the others,”

god, what did she get herself in to?

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the weather was perfect, a calm summer day to pair with the pure anxiety she had on this boat ride. a secret under her shirt, and thankfully, quinn had his on too.

everything was fine for the most part, she was sitting next to jack, legs resting on his lap, and his arm gently draped over them.

the only thing that wasn’t fine, was that alana was still wearing his fucking hat. that she was taking pictures in it, and that they just could not stop talking to each other.

y/n looked at quinn’s focused expression steering the boat, and he looked back at her, then glancing at jack and alana. he slowed the boat, until it came to a complete stop.

“we should anchor here, too nice to not swim,”

she held her breath, again.

and to her horror, quinn peeled his shirt off, scratch marks in full visibility across his back.

luke was the first to notice, “dude, did you fuck someone last night?” after luke’s comment, the rest of them all turned their heads to see what he was talking about.

“damn Q, you’re an animal,” jack followed, “when did you leave the house to smash?”

“i didn’t, she came to ours.”

y/n’s heart stopped.

“who?” april asked, everyone curious about quinn’s secret woman of the night.

“yeah quinn, who?” y/n asked, gaze not leaving him, clenching her thumbs in her hands to prevent anyone seeing them from shaking.

“not telling. wanna see where it goes. but she lives really close,” he dived into the water, luke and april following after.

god what was he doing? does he think this is funny?

jack tapped her legs, signaling her to move, and she did. he walked towards the edge of the boat, noticing y/n didn’t soon follow after.

“you’re not going to get in? you love swimming,”

guilt hit her like a truck.

“i really dont feel well, i think swimming will just make me feel sicker,” she lied through her teeth, wrapping her arms around her body to sweeten the lie.

“don’t worry, i’ll swim with you jack!” a piercing voice said, y/n scoffed as alana skipped to where jack was, pushing him in.

she looked back at y/n, the two holding eye contact for just a moment before jack grabbed alana’s arm and pulled her into the water.

whatever.

the guilt was fading away, and as y/n looked out into the water, she didn’t notice april looking at her with a face of concern.

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the ride back to the house brought familiar feelings back to her.

quinn decided to keep his shirt off, which she knew was 100%, undeniably, intentional. her evidence on him was on display for everyone, and her mind faded in a daydream of clawing into his back, pornographic moans emitting from her lips, all while he fucked her senselessly.

she needed to be alone.

y/n didn’t wait for anyone, instead booking it straight back into the house. she threw herself onto her bed, groaning into the plush pillows as she gripped her hair so tight she thought she might rip it out.

in her tantrum of panic, there was a knock at her door.

she didn’t know who she was hoping it was. jack? quinn? both?

neither.

it was april.

“hey,” she smiled softly at y/n before speaking again, “can we talk?”

“yeah, of course,” y/n held open the door to let april in to her room, the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, tensed up.

she never hated april. she actually found her really nice, thought she was a good fit for luke. they’d always gotten along, even going on double dates with her and jack.

“are you okay? what’s up?” she sat next to her, crossing her legs on the bed.

april inhaled deeply, in contemplation of her words.

“y/n, there’s something you should know.”

her heart stopped.

“what is it?”

“jack… and alana. i know she’s my friend but you deserve to know this. i mean you’ve seen it yourself she’s been throwing herself at jack this whole time. i keep telling her to stop but she just won’t, and i think they might have kissed on the dock.”

she felt like she was going to pass out, her throat burning with heartache. it hurt extra because she had no right to feel this way. she was the one who cheated on him first. or did she even? it was an impossible situation.

“how do you know?”

y/n could tell april was trying not to cry, her own personal guilt coming out, “the other day, when you went to your room after dinner, alana and jack went down to the dock, just the two of them. i could see through the windows he was leaned over her, and she had her hand on his chest. that’s why i don’t know if they did for sure, and alana refuses to tell me.”

any guilt, all guilt she had in her situation was gone. at least she had the reservations to cheat on the low, and not be so embarrassingly blatant about it.

she hated it. she hated him.

y/n contemplated in this moment what she should do. should she tell april what her and quinn did? that they were both just another chain in the link of cheaters?

she was going to fake sadness, but the tears flew out unconsciously.

“thank you for telling me. i appreciate it.”

april nodded, and the two held a long, comforting hug.

“you’re welcome, and i’m sorry. i don’t know what you want to do but she’ll be gone in a few days, if you wanted to confront jack then.”

“yeah, good idea,” april gave her one last smile before getting up,

“i’ll be down by the water if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

y/n gave her a thumbs up, and with a gentle click of the lock, april left.

she waited a couple minutes, enough time for her to be gone, then shuffled over to quinn’s room. his door was shut and there was no noise to be heard, but she prayed he would answer when she knocked.

and he did.

“hey, hey, what happened?” his look softened, instinctively holding her face in hands, wiping her tear ridden face.

“jack cheated. he fucking cheated before we even did anything quinn. that night… the night i went to my room, he kissed her, he kissed alana on the dock. he was almost on top of her and she had her hand on his chest.”

her voice trembled, she held up her hands to hold quinn’s arms to keep her standing, feeling that if she didn’t, she would come crumbling to the floor.

quinn’s soft expression quickly morphed into a look of anger,

“how do you know that?”

“april told me,” y/n sobbed.

“oh, y/n,” he pulled her into his room, engulfing her in a hug, resting his face on the top of her head as he rubbed gentle circles on her back.

“everything’s going to be fine, okay? it’s gonna be just fine. do you trust me?”

she looked up at him with glossy eyes, not a hint of deceit in his face.

“yes, i trust you quinn.”

he kissed the tip of her nose, her tear stained cheeks, then her puffy red lips.

“good. lay down with me for now, i don’t want you upset all alone,”

she nodded, taking quinn’s hand and following to his bed, where he wrapped the blanket and himself around her, soothing the hiccuping sobs while massaging her body, and whispering that she was okay, and he was here.

——————————————————————————

y/n woke up in quinn’s bed.

but he was nowhere to be found.

stretching and rubbing her puffy eyes, she got up from the warm comfort of quinn’s bed. creaking open the door to see if anyone was up. when the coast was clear, y/n slipped out of quinn’s room and down to the main level.

she was greeted with everyone else, luke and quinn in the kitchen cooking dinner, and the others resting around the living room.

quinn looked over at y/n, waving her over to the kitchen.

“quite the napper recently aren’t you?” he joked, leaning his body slightly towards her, “you okay?” he whispered.

“i’m fine,” she said back, quinn holding her waist for just a few seconds then back to the cutting board before anyone could notice.

“go relax, dinner will be ready soon,”

she jokingly saluted him, taking the empty seat next to april on the couch, luke and jack occupying the chairs whilst they played video games.

she gave her a side hug, and y/n rested her head softly on april’s shoulder. her eyes glanced to alana, who was already looking at her, jaw tight and a deep look of annoyance on her face.

cant wait for a great family dinner.

——————————————————————————

y/n actually felt okay enough to talk.

it felt like everything was back to the way it was before, everyone was in the conversation. laughing, joking, enjoying it all together.

“so Q, you gotta tell us, who’s the chick you hooked up with?” jack asked, still rolling in curiously over who his older brother secretly had in his bed.

aaaaand there it was. back to reality.

quinn wiped his mouth and looked at jack coldly, “why do you want to know so bad?”

everyone looked taken aback at quinn’s defensive reaction,

“chill, i was just wondering. we all were trying to think of who it could be but came up blank.”

luke chimed in, “is she hot?”

“very.”

she could hear her heart beat pounding into her ears.

“how did you meet?”

“through someone else.”

“was it good?”

“even better than i imagined in my head.”

y/n’s chest felt like that of a hummingbird, unable to slow the pulse of her heart.

quinn crossed his arms on the table, “actually, i have a question for you jack.”

god, why was he doing this now? couldn’t he wait a few days?

“yeah?”

“what were you doing at the dock with alana the other night?”

here we fucking go.

jack stared blankly at quinn, the whole table fell into silence. his brother stared back, his expression unwavering.

“what are you talking about?”

“you two were there. her hand was on your chest, you were all over her. what’s up with that?”

jack stared at his brother blankly, placing his hand on y/n’s thigh with a soft squeeze.

“baby it’s not true, i promise. he’s lying,”

“i saw it for myself. alana?” quinn shifted the conversation to her, clearly annoyed that jack disregarded his question.

alana said nothing, jacks head whipping around to look at her, pleading blue eyes filled with nothing but guilt. she took her head in her hands, and just barely nodded in confession.

jack begun to panic, moving his hand up to caress y/n’s face, anything to save himself.

“baby i promise it’s not what you think. you’re all mine, i-”

“is she though?” quinn stood, leaning over the table slightly, a dark sound in his voice.

“what the hell are you talking about quinn?”

“you know… last night, she cried to me. cried to me about how shitty you were being, how little love you were giving her, how little attention gave to her. so i did.”

if looks could kill, jack and quinn would have matching wounds.

“what are you getting at?”

“i fucked her. in my bed. yeah, she was so fucking sexy moaning my name, i even made her cum. hard. ever get her like that jack? hm?”

no one else could say a word. luke’s mouth was hung open in shock, april’s covered by two hands, and alana with an unreadable expression.

y/n turned away, unable to look him in the eye,

“is all this true? look at me.”

she refused, instead nodding with a quivering lip, tears coating her closed lashes.

jack scoffed, “unbelievable, you are fucking unbelievable,” he was stood up now too, a hand gripped through his hair.

that’s when her emotions turned into a complete 180, appalled at his words,

“me? i’m unbelievable? you just spent the past couple days flirting with alana, come to find out you kissed her, and you think you get the only right to be mad? you need to fucking leave.”

“leave, you know this is also my house right?”

“jack…” luke’s voice trailed off, disappointment lingering, “you should go.”

“you’re kidding?”

“no. go to your apartment in jersey, go to mom and dads, anywhere, but you can’t be here for the rest of the summer.”

jack rubbed a hand on his mouth before slamming his fists on the table, grabbing alana’s hand, and ascending up to his room, likely to pack all their things.

y/n’s silent tears now turned into loud sobs, paining her each time she took a breath. quinn held her first, april and luke soon to wrap their arms around the pair too.

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cleaning up after dinner was silent.

no one dared to speak, the loudest noise in the room being the familiar soft hum of the refrigerator.

they had all made their way to the living room after, y/n with her legs pulled up to her chest, leaned on quinn, the well known crumbling feeling just around the corner from her.

about an hour had passed since jack and alana went up, and now footsteps trailed down, them both emerging with packed suit cases.

together? who knows.

who cares.

the silence was still kept when they stepped towards the door, y/n only standing up when jack looked at her.

“hope you realize he just used you. used you because you were vulnerable, and easy. don’t forget that.”

the door slammed shut.

“you two definitely need some time alone,” april said softly, fiddling with the fingers in her lap.

“agreed, we’re gonna go to my room, you all got the floor, Q” luke chimed, putting an arm around april. as he tapped quinn’s shoulder and lovingly messed up y/n’s hair, they went to luke’s room, leaving just quinn and her left.

“and then there were two.” quinn said lightheartedly, his laugh fixing the dark aura that surrounded them previously.

“yeah, just us.”

“i always wanted it to be just us.”

she was in shock, especially considering her and jack dated for almost two years, and she knew the hughes family even longer before.

“quinn,” she began,

“i promise. i’ve wanted to give you everything for so long. i was crushed when jack told me he had feelings for you, but i pushed mine aside because i wanted him to be happy. but i knew i could be better for you,”

she wrap her arms around his neck, eyes going over all his gorgeous features, lip slightly quivering at his resemblance to jack.

“i had no idea quinn, if i knew… things could’ve been so different. but right now, i do want you. but i need time, it’s do fresh,” she almost framed it as a question, nervously awaiting what quinn was going to say.

“that’s okay, i’ll wait forever if i have to. right now, let’s just enjoy the rest of the summer yeah, how’s that sound?”

she smiled, bringing her head down to fully hug him,

“that sounds really good, but what about you and jack?” quinn’s face was unwavering, not a hint of worry or fear present.

“me and jack can figure our shit out later. it’ll all be okay,” he turned his head to kiss her temple reassuringly. y/n knew he was being truthful, every time quinn said something would be okay, it would be.

with his sweet words, she was ready to soak all of him into her. she was really all his.

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© missqhughes

xoxo, kaia

[spenceralexdutton]

Title: King of Hearts

Pairing: Spencer Dutton x Alexandra [Dutton]

Rating: M (this might change)

Setting: AU

Disclaimer: I do not own the Yellowstone characters!

The summary and plot are TBD, because this just came to me and I had to get it out of my head. I think you’ll get a good feel for what’s going on when you read but IF you need to be baited, which who doesn’t haha, Spencer is a bull rider (amongst other talents) and Alexandra is… well THAT I’m going to leave up to your imaginations for now! Likes, comments and reblogs not required but do help inspiration 💕I can already see them rolling around in the bed of his stock trailer living quarters but we have to get their first 👀

I do not currently have an alpha or beta reader so any typos are my own and I’ll do my best to catch them 🫡

Chapter 1

The paint horse stomped restlessly next to the cowboy. She knew her job and it was almost time. Her cowboy, on the other hand, was still brutishly nursing his shoulder from the fall he’d just taken off Silver King, the Charbray bull he couldn’t seem to stay on for more than five seconds.

The arena was packed, one of the more popular rodeos he’d ridden at. He was far from Montana, thankful for the four horse stock trailer he called home and the 1998 Dodge Ram dually that had gotten him here. He’d been following that bull since Wyoming. And he’d continue to, until he made those eight seconds count.

A group of giggling women made their way toward him and he sighed. Spencer Dutton didn’t have time for chatting or flirting - he had to get it together for calf roping, his mare telling him to hurry it up as she pranced in place. He was trying, Lord was he trying. But his fucking shoulder —

“I hear you’re the cowboy who has stayed on Silver King the longest.” A female English accent interrupted his thoughts. It was soft, airy and had a slight laughing arrogance to it.

“That so?” He replied gruffly, dropping the Biofreeze into his duffle before buttoning up his shirt, fighting the wince of pain. Spectators weren’t usually allowed back here. Maybe she was a VIP or owned one of the horses… he didn’t trouble himself with the thought too long.

“Yes,” she carried on, sidling up to him, hands behind her back. He gave her what was intended to be a brief glance but lasted a moment or two longer than it should have.

She had bouncing blonde curls that settled against her shoulders in a whimsical style. Her blue eyes danced before him, like she knew a secret he didn’t. “Rumor has it over 50 riders have tried and yet you’re leading in time.”

The mare stomped as he secured his worn leather gloves, regarding her wearily. “You write for a newspaper?”

“Sorry?” She cocked her head with question.

“Is this an interview or…?” He clarified, untying to mare from the pen rail.

“Oh! No, sir, it is not. Just had to come meet the cowboy who continues to try to beat the bull Rodeo Daily calls a maneater.”

That made him snort. He hadn’t heard Silver King called that yet.

“That’s what they’re calling him now huh?”

“It is. And you’re the hunter. Set out to bring him down.” She said it with such a way of excitement, like she’d read that off a movie title line.

He could feel his expression morph into some mix of amusement and boredom as he soothed Katy, the paint, with a gentle hand to her neck. “You believe everything you hear?”

“Only when I want it to be true.”

“And why would you want that to be true?”

“For the romance of it.”

“There’s no romance in this,” he replied, adjusting his hat out of discomfort. Who was she? Where did she come from? Why was she asking such… deep questions? Maybe she’d had too many drinks…

Her steady, passionate eye contact told him otherwise.

“Then why do you do it? Why put yourself in such a dangerous position constantly?”

He held her gaze. “Because dying is the most alive you’ll ever feel.”

It was like he’d lit up something inside her soul, something she’d long hid. Her eyes widen, almost mischievously as she leaned in closer. His heart beat slightly faster as he searched her eyes for some understanding of this interaction. “You don’t see the romance in that?”

He felt something within shift. Something inside of him went toward her like a dowsing rod searching for water. It was in her gaze, in her expression… he was drawn to her. And her gaze matched his, setting his long destroyed soul ablaze.

Before he could say anymore, the group of women he had heard before were surrounding her, laughing and carrying on in the way spectators always did. But he didn’t see them.

Spencer only saw her.

“Come on Alexandra, Arthur is waiting for us in the box..” one of the women said, pulling at the blonde’s arm. She let herself be pulled, but it was reluctant.

Neither spoke as she was pulled away and he was only brought back to the present when Katy stepped sideways, pushing herself into his side. He let himself be pulled back to reality as he pushed her lightly back. “Yeah yeah, I hear you, let’s go,” he pulled down one of the split reins to lead her toward the arena. His eyes lingered back toward the woman, Alexandra, though. She was gone, the sound of her friends only barely lingering in the air. But she stayed on his mind for moments longer, the question of who she was and what had just happened something that would stick with him for a while.

[psychangels]

May I request Chai and 808 meeting a friendly KEM-0N0?

we love our robo-pets!

"Oh, hey, never noticed this before!"

Chai jogs over to the door he spotted, 808 following in her orb form. It's orange and grey, with a familiar, large, glowing orange crack running through the center of it. The screen above it says, "Locked," in big red letters.

Macaron falls into view. Chai and 808 step aside. As he rears back to punch it, Chai punches the air on beat, cheering him on. With a single swing, the door bursts open.

He looks over to 808. "Think you could bust this open, Macaron?"

Her lights turn green. "You bet!"

He leaps out of view as Chai runs into the room.

The light that comes in from the hall behind them doesn't reveal much. There aren't any in here that can help. None that still work, anyways.

"Thanks!"

"No prob, lil' guy."

"Huh...pretty dark in here..."

There's rubble everywhere—aside from the remains of the door. Either this place got totally destroyed, or it's under construction. Probably the second one. Most places around campus seem to be. For whatever reason. Chai's learned to not question it too much.

808 sticks close as they head further in. Her lights aren't strong enough to help with the dark, sadly. Not a big deal, though. His eyes will adjust eventually.

His mouth drops open as he spots a big, shiny container of gears. He beams as he races over to it.

"Is this place on any maps or whatever?" he asks.

"Yeah, but it's just a storage room," Peppermint replies.

"Huh...well, nothing's being stored in here n—"

"Ohoho, don't mind if I do!"

808 turns back into her cat form, landing on his shoulder as he crouches down. She smiles, meowing as she hops into the container. A few gears go flying. One hits Chai in the face.

"Ack-! 808!"

She pokes her head out, eyes wide. He sighs fondly, petting her head. She purrs as she leans into his touch.

"I can't stay mad at you," he coos.

The creaking of metal echoing through the dark causes both of them to freeze.

"What was that?"

A thud comes from behind him. It's joined by the sound of clanking.

Chai leaps to his feet, whirling around as his trash collector pops out, scrap guitar forming all within the span of two beats.

808 leaps out of the container, going into her orb form.

The sight of a KEM-0N0 greets them. It's lights glow ominously in the gloom.

Chai groans. "Not one of you!"

This place is way too cramped for fighting. Especially against a KEM-0N0. How did it even get in without either of them noticing?

Chai shakes his head. Doesn't matter. He needs to focus. It could spring into action at any moment.

Twelve beats pass. It doesn't move. It just...stares at them.

Chai's brow furrows. "What the...?"

It tilts its head.

Slowly, he lowers his guitar, tilting his own head.

She sighs, then continues. "Right now, it's on the offense. Or...supposed to be."

"Is it supposed to do this?"

"No," Korsica replies, "not at all. Well—not while here."

"Whaddya mean?"

"It's designed to be a companion for children, but—"

"It's what?! No way!"

The KEM-0N0 steps forward. Chai tenses up. 808 moves a little ways away ahead of time.

However, instead of attacking, it nudges his left hand.

He blinks at it. It nudges his hand again, looking up at him with it's wide, electric blue eyes.

After a beat, Chai pats its head. Its tail flicks.

His eyes widen.

"Do you...just want pets?"

The KEM-0N0 nuzzles his hand. He huffs a laugh.

808 moves closer as Chai starts petting it properly, letting his scrap guitar fall apart. Its tail starts wagging.

The KEM-0N0 moves closer to Chai, turning to lean against him. He's forced to step back a bit from its weight.

"Geez—you're like a puppy!"

The more he pets it, the faster its tail wags. It stirs up the rubble, sending some of it flying. A piece hits 808, sending her spinning. When she recenters herself, she glares at it.

"Hey! Watch it!" Peppermint snaps.

It turns its head to look at 808. Its wagging slows a bit. The KEM-0N0's eyes pulse, like it's apologizing.

808 flies closer, turning into her cat form and landing on it. She meows as she licks the top of its head.

Chai chuckles.

"Guess we made a new friend!"

[cassyapper]

JOSEPH AVDOL FRIENDSHIP!!! please talk their friendship it's SO underappreciated and unexplored. possibly the biggest missed opportunity in canon when it comes to p3 relationships (thinking on it most of Joseph's relationships are)

you get me like no one else anon

i agree it's a very underutilized relationship. the only time we get to see them interact for a long period of time is when avdol and joseph were affected by bastet and welllll i think for obvious reasons that i wish that wasn't the only time is all

but i do think about them... i think about how joseph met avdol two years before he even got hermit purple. i imagine how they meet is like, joseph is in egypt for some speedwagon foundation event or another and something happens in the street, probably a robbery or smth. the thing is i think the robber was using a stand (i wouldnt be surprised if it was one of the standusers that later serves dio considering a) how many stand users there seems to be in egypt and b) how avdol knew them beforehand) so avdol, seeing this from his fortune telling booth, goes after the guy...but so does joseph. even though joseph doesn't know what's going on cause he can't see stands yet, he still goes after the robber. i think it kinda struck avdol. i dont think he quite liked it at first tho LOL i think he was like "you need to sit down youre gonna get hurt" and joseph is like "nuh uh" anyway the thief demands their attention and whuh! they actually work quite well together. i think after the fight joseph asks avdol if he wants to get a drink and avdol is like oh i don't drink alcohol so they go to a cafe instead and jsut talk. i think avdol kinda tells joseph's fortune there (less to josephs' face and more ruminates over his cards himself) and what the tarot cards tell him is that joseph is a very interesting guy. so even though joseph isn't a standuser (yet) avdol wanted to remain in touch. so i think that was the beginning of their friendship basically. i know it involves a lot of extrapolation on my side but that's what i think. lol

anyway i think they both liked traveling a lot and so they did during those three years before sdc! i think avdol met suzi during this time and they became friends as well. joseph "big bucks" joestar basically was able to take avdol anywhere he wanted to go and it was nuts. i think when joseph got his stand avdol was abso-fucking-lutely elated despite the circumstances of it manifesting cause i dont think avdol really had standuser friends until then (sure he knew other standusers which is why he doesn't have a kakyoin case but still). i bet you anything he was the one going through all these sorta tests to see what exactly hermit purple can do. god bless him avdol is absolutely the kinda guy to get so excited he's like we need to punch a camera now. i wonder if hermit purple manifests in the first place cause joseph was reaching to help avdol but couldnt quite reach him and then boom...vine time.

anyway i also think about joseph seeing avdol bloody in the street in india and scared he's going to have to bury another dear friend and while avdol was older than caesar he wasn't even fucking 30 yet he was so young and when it turns out avdol is breathing ohh i think joseph collapsed honestly. absolutely got at that bitch with some hamon and then ensured his private healing on that island. wagh.

anyway idk i jsut think theyre very silly together. i think joseph brings out the goofy side of avdol he tries so hard to conceal and i think it's quite relieving for avdol. avdol of course is a kind and reliable guide for joseph and he doesnt mind whenever embarrassing things happen and he still stands by him despite everything, both good and bad, stupidly absurd and morbid and serious. i think that in kind relieves joseph a lot. i dont think they really had a father-son relationship per seeeeee but i think it was a family bond. yeah.

anyway this got long sorry anon just. i have thoughts baout them. they were sooo close wah

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

I've Got A Secret, I'm Telling Everyone

Don't wanna keep it, I wanna play dumb

Are they being followed? And, if so, by whom? Will the situation escalate?

Characters: Cylas, Lee (still by @kalid-raven ;D)

Words: 2353

Content warnings: Violence, blood, murder (surprise)

Previous

dividers by firefly-graphics and silkholland

Lee looked up, checking both the rear-view and side mirror with a serious and focused expression. 

“You got an idea who could be following us and why?” he asked, still glancing back and forth between rear-view mirror and street. 

They looked over at him, “Well, I mean... it could be random people trying to mess with strangers, or rob them, or... I don’t know if it even makes sense but I guess it could be those assholes from the rest stop? Can’t say for sure though.” 

“I was thinking the same thing,” he said with a groan. 

Cylas frowned, “You think they’re gonna try anything? Ram the car or try to run us off the road?” 

“I don’t know, not sure how far they’d go. They did seem kinda laid back, but...” he shrugged, “That might’ve just been them being unsure how to act, or thinking their friend would be able to handle it.” 

“Either way, I hope they grow bored and fuck off soon, don’t need some overly confident and self-assured creeps knowing where I live,” she scoffed, “Especially cause there most likely wouldn’t be much I could do except try and avoid or ignore them.” 

“I could let you out early but there’s no guarantee they’ll keep following the car,” he said, frowning while still keeping an eye on the other car, “Serendipity isn’t that big, is it?” 

They shook their head, “Nope. If they figure out I live there, it most likely won’t take them long to somehow find me. Even if they don’t find my exact address, it’s difficult to avoid someone around there, especially if that someone is intent on meeting you.” 

Cylas and Lee sat in silence for a while, getting closer and closer to the town, before the other car suddenly sped up and drove past them, only to then slam on the brakes and stop in a position that was partly blocking both lanes. 

“Ah, fucking hell. Can’t a girl catch a break?” she groaned, letting her head fall back against the headrest with a thud. As predicted, the four men from the gas station got out of the car, slamming the doors with much more force than needed, and her fingers twitched on her thighs. Lee had tensed up as well, watching the men approach. 

“What now?” they said, “I don’t exactly like the thought of being trapped in here with those fuckers blocking the door.” 

Lee didn’t take his eyes of the men and replied, “I should probably just try to turn and drive back into the other direction. Not worth getting into a fight, especially not four on one.” 

“Two,” they corrected before they had time to think about it, “There’s two of us.” 

He took a deep breath, slowly loosening his grasp of the steering wheel, “You sure about this?” 

They chuckled, “I can’t stand people like them, fucking worthless piles of organic waste. Plus, it’s self-defence, isn’t it?” 

“I guess,” he replied, finally glancing over at them, “Where’s your limit?” 

She shrugged, “You wanna beat their heads to pulp, be my guest. Just try not to get yourself killed.” 

Even though a part of him was trying to tell him that this was a bad idea and way too risky, something about the tone of Cylas’ voice convinced him that they were serious, and the look in their eyes showed pure and honest anger. 

“Alright then. You too.” 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him reach for the flashlight, and then she was out of the car, focus zeroing in on the men approaching her side of the car. One of them was the guy who’d harassed her, his nose already bruising, and they did slow down a little when they saw her get out. She figured that they’d probably expected her to run, or scream, or something – instead she stood still, a smile spreading over her face, and slightly tilted her head. Watching. Waiting. 

But then the moment was over and they closed in on her; her former harasser holding a crowbar, the other one what seemed to be a wrench. Not even a screwdriver. People really didn’t seem to get the effectiveness and fun of stabbing someone, just ramming an object into a person’s body and- 

Still, she waited, only just so managing to avoid bouncing on her feet. 

“Gentlemen,” she said softly, inclining her head toward them. This made the second guy falter again, but bruised-and-possibly-broken-nose dude didn’t hesitate to come straight to her and raise his hand, as if trying to let her see exactly what he planned to do. 

However, she dodged out of the way just in the last second, making him stumble. She grinned. 

Simultaneously, a groan could be heard from the other side, and she was sure it hadn’t been Lee. Guy number two looked over, but before he could make any move to leave, Cylas had caught up to him punched him in the stomach hard enough to make him fall to his knees. It was funny how the guys that acted so tough always folded easily. 

Broken-nose man had apparently caught himself and was, once again, nearing her from behind. 

“Come on now mate, this is getting old,” she said, spinning around just in time to sink her blade right into his armpit. The man let out a pretty unmanly scream and dropped the crowbar, instinctively reaching for the wound. 

She giggled, “Really shouldn’t give an opponent such an opening, lifting your arm like that, almost asking to have that used against you.” 

The man looked at her, bared teeth, eyes burning with pain and hatred. His buddy seemed to have recovered as well, although still wheezing, and she was pretty sure what the man before her would do next. So, she stepped back, despite the action bringing her closer to the other guy. Unsurprisingly, gaze still locked onto her and completely oblivious to anything else, Mr Broken-Nose charged at her – and she side-stepped, causing him to ram straight into his buddy. 

“Y’all gotta stop being so predictable for real,” she said in an unsettlingly cheerful voice, before gazing through the car's windows and trying to catch view of Lee. As far as she could tell, he was standing and alright, with only one other man visible and seemingly injured; he wasn’t standing completely straight at least and was holding his side. 

She probably should quit messing around as well. 

While the two guys on her side were still trying to detangle themselves from each other and get up, cursing and swearing at each other the whole time, Cylas bend down to pick up the crowbar. Had the men looked over, they had gotten the view they had harassed her over earlier. She snorted and turned back around to them, being the one closing in on the harasser this time around. He had managed to get up into a kneeling position, and she decided that that was far enough. Her eyes met the one's of his friend, winking at him, before letting the crowbar collide with the other man’s skull, a satisfying crunching sound rewarding her effort. 

Once again, he fell forward, but Cylas caught his shoulder and instead pushed him to the side with ease. His friend, now realising the shitty position he was in, started to crawl back while also trying to push himself up, and she didn’t follow him, instead deciding to step on his knee. Hard. The men screamed, even louder than his friend, and somewhere in the back of her mind she realised that the ‘thwacking’ sound she had heard from Lee’s side had stopped. 

However, she had a plan and she’d follow through with it. The man was still wailing, but she didn’t let that distract her; she decisively grabbed his ankle and pulled him back towards his broken-nosed buddy, who was still on the floor, just groaning and looking around with an unfocused gaze. The mean screamed again, calling out for help, apologising and begging for her to let him go. If he was trying to fight back, she didn’t notice, and just unceremoniously dropped him next to the other one, before rolling him onto his stomach and partially pulling him up by the back of his neck. The men were facing each other now, bruised-nose dude trying to keep his eyes on her and his friend, while the man she was holding was sniffling. 

She smiled, still, and stepped a little closer, opting to hold the man against her chest instead. 

“You wanted something to look at, yeah? Wanted me to show you something?” she asked, eyes locked with the one’s of the man on the floor, who only groaned in response. Not like she’d expected an answer, “I’ll show you something, alright.” 

Apparently having grown somewhat used to the pain, or somehow strengthened by adrenaline, the guy that was pressed to her torso started to struggle, and she rolled her eyes, “Okay, if you’re in such a hurry I’ll just get it over with.” 

Before he could make another sound, she had pulled her knife again and slowly dragged it across his throat, making sure the blood gushing from the cut was dripping all over her former harasser’s head and chest. He seemingly tried to turn his face away, but his movements were very uncoordinated and sluggish, so he still ended up swallowing quite a lot of it, making him gag and choke. 

“Enjoying the view?” she said, grinning, before dropping the other guy’s body right on top of him, “Having fun yet?” 

The man just coughed and sputtered, and she got distracted by the feeling of eyes on her. She looked up to see Lee watching her, his hands, lower arms, and shirt covered in blood, along with some splatters in his face. He let his eyes wander over the scene before him, before meeting her gaze, “Well, are you having fun?” 

“Um, well,” she began, awkwardly shifting her weight and taking a step back, as if she could hide her involvement in the situation, “Yeah, actually. A good way to get out some frustration. What about you?” 

He stared at her for a moment, piercing gaze seemingly analysing her, before he chuckled, “I can’t argue with that. You done there, or...?” 

“Just about, yeah. Probably shouldn’t stick around for too long,” she said, crouching down to slit the last man’s throat as well, “All done. You wanna... move the bodies? I got some cleaning stuff and change of clothes in my backpack, but we really should hurry up.” 

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ve got some bleach, disinfectant and all that as well, did you touch any of their weapons?” 

“The crowbar,” she said, once again grabbing one of the bodies by the ankle, “Wanna just drag them a bit into the forest or the trunk of their car? If anyone comes by, they’ll see the bloodstains anyway.” 

“Let’s do the trunk, faster that way, and you’re right, probably doesn’t really matter.” 

“Alright then,“ she agreed, heading for the men’s car. 

Clean-up was certainly the most annoying part of these situations, but important anyway. Cleaning the weapons and their skin was simple enough, just as getting changed, but Cylas had also left some bloody footprints that they could only attempt to at least roughly remove with water, bleach, and a sponge. They also moved the men’s car to the side of the road, at this time unwilling to waste any more time by taking the long way around. 

Back in the car, Cylas sighed, “This might have been a very dumb thing to do.” 

“Yep,” Lee agreed without hesitating, “But freeing anyway. Otherwise, I would’ve been walking around with that rage simmering under my skin for the next couple... days. Weeks. Whatever.” 

“Same,” they snorted, “I’ll just hope that they made sure no one saw them leave or come after us. Ultimately, police shouldn’t be able to prove what way we went after leaving.” 

He nodded, “Yeah, guess we can only wait and see now.” 

“I can’t wait to take a shower,” they groaned, before perking up a little, “Oh, I just remembered – do you like chocolate? I got a small box of Celebrations at the gas station and was gonna offer to share, but then these guys... happened.” 

“I mean, can’t really say no to chocolate, can I?” 

“Any preferences?” she asked, grabbing the plastic bag and trying to undo the messy knot she had made earlier, before giving up and just tearing it. 

Lee shrugged, “Dunno. I like Snickers, I guess? But anything will do.” 

“Good choice,” she replied, smiling at him, “Let me find one for you.” 

The rest of the drive was spent in mostly silence, save for an occasional chocolate bar request. Cylas and Lee agreed that he’d just drop her off by her cabin, he certainly had more personal knowledge about her now than an address, and they decided to exchange phone numbers. Just in case something came up, or so she could maybe share some info she got from Tony. 

“Okay, good night then, drive safely and thanks for bringing me home,” she said before closing the door. Lee smiled and waved, and then drove off. 

Cylas yawned, and made her way inside, where she was promptly greeted by her cats. While walking towards the bathroom, she pulled out her phone and saw a few messages by Darrell, asking if she was okay. 

Well, shit. They hadn’t meant to worry him, but over all the stress and trouble she had completely forgotten to check her phone. And she had been kind of busy as well. 

“Hey Dee, sorry I’m only responding now. Got a ride with a nice dude, but had to stop at a gas station basically right before Serendipity, but home now. And more than ready to collapse into bed and pass out. Talk to you later,” she wrote and was just about to hit ‘Send’ when she had another thought, “But I swear on everything, these were some of the longest ten minutes in my life so far.” 

@rottent33th @bluecoolr @ace-of-hearts-and-spades @myers-meadow @immortal-velociraptor @solmints-messyocdiary

[cosmicdreamt]

Excerpt from Chapter 2: Waxing crescent - The Emperor and The Star

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11

She manages to fall asleep, she knows since she felt herself drifting away the same way she always does, but once more does she find herself in another vivid dream. Instantly she noted a few things.

One, she’s aware this is her own dream but not located within her Dreamscape. She doesn’t feel the safety and comfort that comes with being in that space, but it still feels too familiar to be the mind of someone else. She’s also not dressed in her vaguely magical girl-esque attire she was originally confused about being in when she had her first summoning. She’s noticed those clothes are reserved for when she’s in the mind of others, though she’s unsure if they have their own special properties to deal with that situation or what.

Two, she’s in a very dark, rainy, and foggy environment….void? It’s hard to tell. All she knows is she’s wet, she’s cold, and there are absolutely zero details of anything to be found in this fog.

Three, the only reason the logical side of her brain is able to scan and examine her surroundings is because she’s reached an emotional state where she’s feeling so much she’s shut down. She feels numb but she feels bad. Her heart is pounding and breath stuttering but she has no motivation to get up and move in any way. She’d rather just stay where she is, lay down and let the darkness consume her so this pain will finally end.

Mari.

The sound of one of her nicknames being called catches her off guard. She feels like her fight or flight was activated but more in the sense of she needed to find the source immediately.

Mari.

There it was again.

“¿Papá?” Comes her weak voice. All her energy was put into finally standing up and looking around. She’s certain now that’s who’s calling her and she wants so desperately to see him again even if just in a dream.

Hopefully that’s what this is.

Her name gets called more frequently and she listens as best she can to find where she needs to go. Her running becomes more frantic the louder it gets, warm tears mixing with cold rain until finally she starts to see the shape of something tall and rectangular.

A door.

She only stops after nearly slamming herself against it, pressing her ear against the surface in hopes of hearing his voice behind it.

And once she does she bursts through it, now inside the warmth of her old home in New Jersey during a time when things were better.

“¡Hija! There you are. You shouldn’t play out in the rain for too long, you're gonna catch a cold.”

Hands clasped over her mouth as she fell to her knees. She can’t keep her eyes open any longer; it stings and burns regardless but having them shut tight helps just a little bit. All that she’s become now is a sobbing ball before the figure of her late father that she hasn’t heard welcome her so warmly back home in a few years now.

She missed him so much.

“¡Lo siento, papá! Don’t worry, the rain won’t get me sick. It’s just a natural shower, and it’s warm today!”

Neff was just barely able to hear the voice of her younger self as she hurried in and accepted the towel, wrapping it over her head and around her tiny frame. Her father squats down to help his child dry herself off before scooping her up in his arms in a little towel burrito.

 “You’re not even five yet and already teaching me new things. I forget how much more open minded and understanding the thoughts of a child are compared to adults. We always end up forgetting about the magic we see in the world. Don’t lose yours, okay? No matter what happens when you grow up, hold onto that vision, alright?”

“But papá, didn’t agilisi tell me I’m made of magic anyway? I don’t think that’ll be possible for me.”

“You do have a point there.” He smiles, but older Neff recognizes it’s sad while her younger vision is none-the-wiser. He holds the little one close before continuing on to explain. “Even with you being as magical as you are, there will be things in the world that will test you. They’ll try their very hardest to wear you down and get you to give up on everything good in the world. I don’t know why…but they do. So be the smart girl I know you are and keep your eyes and ears peeled for when you think that may be happening, you understand?”

Little Neff tilts her head, a habit that clearly made its way into adulthood, but then she gives a singular solid nod.

“Okay! I think I understand. You’re telling me to trust my gut like agitsi’s side of the family have been teaching me, right?”

“That’s my smart girl. They’re right. Trust your gut and you’ll survive the best in this world.”

Reliving this moment in particular makes Neff’s heart even more heavy than it already was. He was such a good man supporting his young girl before she was old enough to understand how the world truly worked. He tried so hard to tell her to be strong…and in the end she failed him, didn’t she? In the end she let the world wear her down to the point she almost succeeded in taking her own life…

She thinks of how much she must have disappointed him, then, how sad he would have been if it worked out…and how him being gone now must be her punishment for having put him through so much unnecessary hell in the first place.

The memory of him walks away through a door and causes her to panic. Wait! Please! Let her see him for just a little while longer! Her fear dissipates when she follows through said door and into another memory instead.

[musekicker]

a games galaxy one sided Mandarin/Antauri thing. Abuse and one sided relationships in the drabble under the read more.

Antauri had managed to get hold of a energy blade. Getting it had actually been a lot simpler then it really should had been around Mandarin. But then, he had been pretty distracted talking about some games master matter with Myst. It was a small thing that Antauri was thankful Myst had not brought Sprx along with him this time. Seeing his team mate being nothing like himself and at Myst's beck and call was tough.

Myst being there was never fun honestly. But this time his presence had worked out for Antauri.

So now he had a energy blade and the first moment he had been left alone Antauri took to trying to get the collar off. He remembered Mandarin mentioning that there was a tracking feature in the thing. To have his actions tracked would make escape a even harder feat.

There was also the fact that he just hated the sight of it around his neck. Maybe a less escape plan logic reason but the urge to just get this thing off of his neck was a strong one. He had to remind himself to be careful when sawing at the collar he was so eager to get it off.

This became harder to keep in mind after he had been sawing away at the collar for the last twenty minutes. No signs of any cuts on the collar. Not even a scratch on the metal.

The fact that there was not even scratch on it all after sawing all this time was worrying Antauri. And looking at the still intact collar brought a sense of how final it had felt when the ends of it had melded together.

He shook his head. No, he could not allow himself to fall into despair. Not just for himself but for the others. If he gave up now, then Mandarin would win. That just could not happen.

Antauri sighed and moved to bring the energy blade up to the collar again. Maybe if he kept the blade on the collar longer..

"I told you that it can't be cut off." Mandarin said from behind Antauri.

Antauri didn't say a thing. He just smoothly turned about, attempting to stab Mandarin with the energy blade that moments ago had been at the collar. Mandarin did not seem to be shocked by the attempt to stab him. Antauri had the sense Mandarin would had been disappointed if Antauri had not tried.

Mandarin moved back, quick but not quickly enough that Antauri could not see. Antauri bared his teeth and avoided Mandarin's attack with his tail before making a forward swipe with the blade towards Mandarin. The orange monkey avoided the blade again but it did give Antauri the chance to move away from the wall and have more space as he went forward.

Now the two turned around quick to face each other, both baring their teeth.

"That wasn't a wise idea." Mandarin said. "Now give me the blade."

"No." Antauri said, his voice had a bit of steel edge to it.

"What do you even think you'll do with it?" Mandarin asked.

"I can think of a few things I'd love to do with it now." Antauri said.

Mandarin rolled his eyes.

"Come now, Antauri. You're being a fool." Mandarin said.

Antauri was starting to hate how Mandarin would talk about his attempts to fight back as if they were just small, not needed out bursts. As if Antauri was childish for trying to fight for his freedom. 

Mandarin continued.

"Even if you do manage to hurt or kill me, you would have to get past security. And if you get by that, you would never dare leave without your precious team mates. And with how scattered they are through the games galaxy, I doubt you'll find and free them all." Mandarin said.

Antauri still did not drop the blade.

"You have no plan." Mandarin said.

"You have no way of knowing that." Antauri said.

Mandarin smirked.

"Oh please Antauri, If you did have one you would had enacted it by now." Mandarin said.

"Perhaps I'm merely being patient. Waiting to learn what I can before I make my move." Antauri said.

"There's a difference between being patient and knowing that you're trapped." Mandarin said.

Antauri would not admit to Mandarin how close to the truth he was. He had no plan. Nothing other then wait and observe. It was something that he was good at. But it was a lot harder to keep convincing himself that this would eventually lead to him getting free. Or that any sort of rescue was coming.

"Put it down. Be a good pet." Mandarin said.

That was it. The thing that made Antauri snap just a bit. Before he knew he was doing it he was lunging at Mandarin, trying to stab him for the second time. Mandarin just smirked.

Too late Antauri realized that Mandarin had been goading him into action, into getting closer to Mandarin. And this time Antauri's attack went a lot worse then the first one. Not even a minute in and Mandarin got ahold of Antauri's arm and twisted it to a angle that made the silver monkey yelp. The blade was dropped from Antauri's hand and hit the carpet. 

Mandarin picked up the dropped energy blade and stored it back into a pocket. Antauri glared as Mandarin then walked towards Antauri in a calm way that suggested he did not see the other monkey as a threat. Which Antauri was starting to realize in this situation he was less of a threat then he would like to be against Mandarin.

Mandarin grinned big then, in a way that Antauri was not sure if it was a threat or just pleased. It might had been both.

"It's sinking in, isn't it? That you can't defeat me here. That you can't stop me from doing whatever it is I wish." Mandarin said.

Antauri scowled 

"I will have to keep a better eye on you apparently. Don't want to have to go through this again." Mandarin said. "Giving you this sense of false hope."

"I'm not going to stop fighting you." Antauri said.

The laugh that came from Mandarin did nothing to make Antauri feel any stronger or sure of himself.

"Whatever you want to tell yourself to feel better. I promise you though, that denial will not last forever." Mandarin said.

Then to Antauri's relief, Mandarin left the room then. Though with the knife. Getting a hold of another weapon of any kind was going to be much harder now.

Feeling just a bit tired but not daring to admit to hopelessness, Antauri wandered back over to the mirror and just looked at himself in the mirror again. And at the collar that he was starting to think would never leave his neck.

[starcchild]

[tarnishedxknight] "Carter, may we speak for a moment?" Basch was a little nervous. What would he do if she told him to cut off all ties to Ashelia? He couldn't do that, not when he was the only other person from their time whom she had to relate to. Not after all the years they'd known each other. And not after her father had personally asked Basch to protect her, especially if he were to fall. But he also had duties to Carter as well, and if his friendship with Ashelia was upsetting her, he would have no choice but to end it. The last thing he wanted was to hurt either of them, but in this case, Carter must take precedence. "Some have insinuated that my friendship with Ashelia is inappropriate, that it is disrespectful to you. That was never my intention, and I would never be unfaithful to you, but I take the accusation very seriously. Do you feel it is inappropriate? Am I hurting you with it?" he asked, ready to do whatever was necessary to sort out this potentially messy situation.

@tarnishedxknight

Carter's gaze brightened as Basch entered her room, and she quickly sat up in her desk chair - having been hunched over her computer as she worked on... whatever number attempt of her essay draft she was on. But... her smile faded when she realized just how nervous he looked, and she quickly stood up. Her heart missing a beat as he asked if they could speak, and she did her best to fight off the swell of panicked questions in her mind before they could get the best of her.

"Of- of course we can." She shut the door behind him to give them more privacy, and turned her attention back to him. Focus only on him as she crossed her arms loosely over her chest. "What's... what's go-going on, love?" Her stomach twisted in nervous knots, and she did her best to keep her breathing steady despite the way her heart picked up its pace. Had something happened? Was he okay? Was--

However, she could not brace herself for what he actually said, and she paused - her mind going blank.

What?

"They're- they're what? That's not--"

With a deep breath, Carter took Basch's hands in hers, and gave them a reassuring squeeze - her baffled gaze softening as she offered a gentle smile. As she did her best to shove down the frustration bubbling in her chest. She didn't blame him - it wasn't him she was frustrated with, but... at whoever it was that decided to confront him about a nonexistent problem. In her eyes, there was nothing for her to worry about, and seeing him so nervous...

Her heart ached. It was clear to her how much it was bothering him, and she only hoped she could help soothe his fears.

"You're- you're not hurting me," she said gently, and squeezed his hands again. "And I- I don't think your re-relationship with Ashelia is- is ina-inappropriate. Basch, I- I trust you, and I- I know you'd nev-never cheat on me. If- if I- I had a problem with- with it, I'd- I'd say something - I- I promise. But I- I don't, and I- I don't want you to- to feel like you're hurt-hurting me by staying close to- to her."

Carter then leaned up to kiss his cheek, and she canted her head slightly as she pulled back. "I- I love you, Basch, and I- I really do trust- trust you. Ashelia is a- is a wonderful person, and I- I truly don't have any- any problems with how clo-close you two are." But... her brows furrowed, and her smile faltered. If someone felt the need to insinuate such behavior between Basch and Ashelia... was something being said about how close she was to Mikey and her other friends? They had boundaries with each other, but...

"Since... since we're- we're talking a-about this," she said slowly, "I- I want you to- to know you can tell- tell me if you're- you're ever un-uncomfortable with my re-relationship with any of my- my friends, okay?" She smiled again, but she still looked worried. "I- I hope you know I'd- I'd never be un-unfaithful to you, either, but I- I know what's been a-assumed in the past with- with me and Mikey, at- at least, and I- I don't want you to- to feel like you can't- can't talk to me a-about it. I- I love you, and I- I don't want to- to hurt you, either."

[anonanimal]

witch from mercury thoughts ep 13 & 14

new opening and ending are so good. new opening wasn't very gay but the ending has the kiss fake-out and the very deliberate hand-holding. the way they slowly curl their fingers at the same time is interesting hmmm

delling in a coma...miorine held for questioning...miorine alone with prospera... i don't like that shit at all STAY AWAY FROM HER

suletta trying to comfort lilique by saying she and aerial will protect her, and her trying to give nika the "advice" of move forward, gain two were creepy as fuck, suletta baby i need you to get a grip

i think suletta challenged them to a duel because she thinks that's how things work, because she's that naive, and it's lucky for her and nika that that was exactly the right thing to say to sophie

norea and el5n's eyes being the exact same light green color, and that little comment he made about her eyes reminding him of someone else (el4n i assumed) makes me wonder.....

the way sophie recited miorine's info, seems like it was something she'd memorized for the mission

aERIal REAL!!!!!! and even though it was implied from the start, prospera revealing it was still pretty horrible. illustrated by belmeria trying not to throw up. sophie's death was horrible. everything is so horrible oh god. so. i guess sophie calling suletta big sister wasn't totally wrong, just that suletta's actually the little sister

so earth just has a surplus of orphans to do whatever with, huh. slaves, terrorists, surgically altered spies, you name it

i'm sure what shaddiq has told norea and sophie their mission is and what shaddiq is actually trying to accomplish are not the same. he wanted them to show up at the school partly to keep suspicion off of him and make all this look like terrorist attacks totally not orchestrated by spacians

these children taking over their parents' companies...lauda and miorine > the roy children. since they're minor children i expect there to be real adults running the show even if they're nominally ceos by weird space company law, would love to see this. i mean we know children really can have companies in their own names, albeit with adult help, probably more than they realized (gund-arm inc), because for the elites everything is a game, but even so, surely companies like those in the benerit group are too important to let children do ceo things

soo extremely fucked and chilling, the shot of benerit group ships heading to earth to start their war on terror

i need the earth house kids to get out of this alive please sunrise please i'll never ask for anything again. martin turned nika in right? that's why he was standing with his back against the wall clutching his phone? they would have shown up anyway to question everyone in earth house but the way they ask for nika...martin turned her in. and he doesn't know the details of everything so i'm sure he thinks the destruction caused by sophie and norea could have been prevented if he'd turned nika in before. poor martin :(

people repeatedly projecting onto suletta and being disappointed is so sad. 3lan thinks she might be an enhanced human like him, nika thinks she might be an orphan like her, sophie thinks suletta is the thrill she's been looking for. does miorine ever project her desires onto suletta? i think there have been times she wants to but she's too cynical and suspicious to let that part of her win. basically mirroring anthy and utena

i love/hate this classic gundam plot of "protagonists fighting for their lives on the wrong side of history" always a bad time

^love that this person made this connection with suletta calling her mother a magician

since aERIal is confirmed we have to start speculating again about where suletta came from. i'm betting cloned from ericht. i'm supposing right now that ericht died from effects of interfacing with the gundam very soon after the incident. so if the incident was 21 years ago, and suletta is 17, it took about four years for the successful ericht clone to be "born." can you imagine doing science experiments on the remains of your young child for four years. no wonder elnora is so fucked up

[gatorbites-imagines]

Keldabe

Mand´alor Din Djarin x Mandalorian Male Reader

Summary: Meeting Din Djarin had been the start of something great. Who knew you would fall in love, and that the man who you had feelings for would become Mand´alor.

 I have decided some colours and details for the readers armor, but you can imagine something else if you’d like.

Ashamed to admit I haven’t finished the Mandalorian show so I’m going off of what I’ve read other places lol.

The reader’s armor is Orange (a lust for life), Blue (Reliability), and Tan (Loyalty). The colour of a mandos armor has meaning and fits the person, or at least I think it was canon until it changed but I’m keeping it. I took the meanings from the wiki.

Ill write more if you’re interested, especially if its requests with any mandos or clones since I love them more than anything.

All Mandalorian language used in this is from my memory.

Requests are open.

 This is not proofread so ignore any spelling errors.

Translations for those who need it

Ad, shortened from Adiik = child

Beroya = Bounty hunter

Foundling = children adopted by mandos

Kar´ta = heart

Mandokarla = The right stuff that makes you Mandalorian.

Buy´ce = helmet.

Vod = brother, doesn’t have to be blood related

Beskar´gam = Mandalorian armor

Keldabe = headbutt, but also used for when you press your helmeted forheads together in something like a kiss.

Cyara = Love, sweetheart, a term of affection between lovers.

You had started traveling with Din not long before he had become man Mand´alor, shortly before he gave up his ad to the jedi. You had stumbled across each other, whilst you were on a bounty hunt. You are, or rather were, your clans Beroya. It was a place you had battled many of your clansmen for, and you had risen to the top as the best warrior out of them all.

You had been hunting a former empire official, who had a very hefty sum on their head. During this, you ran into a Mandalorian, went by the name Mando. Now, it could get kind of confusing, but you accepted his beliefs, as the way could be many things and followed in many ways.

Mando helped you catch your bounty, and in return you decided to help him as well. It was good you partnered up with him when you did, because soon his ad was taken, and he ran like a headless beast to get his foundling back.

You followed close after, and before you knew it you were fighting people from all around you, covering Mandos back as he took on the individual who stole his ad. When you heard the sound of a lightsaber, you wanted nothing more than to look back, but you had to focus on the current enemy. Before you knew it, the battle was over, and looking back you saw Mando, holding the legendary Darksaber. Part of you wanted to fall to your knee, and place your first over your kar´ta and swear yourself to him. Because from how shortly you’d known him, you knew he was the best option for a mand´alor there was. The man was pretty much overflowing with Mandokarla, even though he didn’t see it himself.

But you held yourself back, and helped him fight his way through his enemies and get his foundling back. When he took off his buy´ce, you almost choked on your own tongue at the beautiful man in front of you. Your knees felt like they were made of jello, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him close and kiss away his tears.

The next time was a blur, even for you. Suddenly Mando had given his child to the last jedi in the galaxy, and after the jedi left it was just you two. Mando, or rather Din as he told you, had no ship. You had left your ship behind where you met, with some trusted people, and had gone with him.

But to your surprise, Boba Fett of all people showed up. His ship looked like it had seen better days. When he pulled of his buy´ce you couldn’t help but make googly eyes at his handsome scarred face. Of course, he wasn’t as attractive as Din, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t look.

Boba looked sorrowful when he saw Dins state, the older making his way over and clutching his vod close. Din broke, sobbing into his shoulder and babbling in a mix of Mandalorian and other languages about his ad, and what happened.

You came with when they left, and ended up sharing a room with Din. It seemed the slaver didn’t have much extra room, but you made do. As Din laid in his bed riddled with grief, you pulled off your buy´ce and held it in your hands. On the helmet was painted Jaig eyes, a design you remembered picking because you had seen clone troopers with it during the war. They had seemed so strong and brave in your mind, and you wanted to be like them.

Days passed, and even after reaching tattooine Din stayed swallowed in his grief. Boba, Fennec, and yourself did everything you could to support him, and he slowly got better with time. You and Din became even closer as you taught him how to use a blade, as he only had practice with one handed swords and daggers, and he taught you how to use a spear.

The both of you started pulling of your buy´ce around each other, having grown comfortable around the other. You hoped the flush wasn’t visible on your face when Din would come up behind you to fix your posture with the spear, or when he leant close to whisper instructions into your ear.

Boba and Fennec definitely knew of your growing feelings, going so far as to tease you when Din wasn’t around. You couldn’t deny it as much as you wanted, why would you? Din was incredible. He was so strong and smart, he was loyal to a tee and did everything he could for those he loved.

The two of you worked like a well-oiled machine when you started taking bounties again. First it was smaller bounties on tattooine, before it slowly spread to other planets in the outer rim. The two of you stuck close, and had even become close enough to remove all of your beskar´gam around each other when between bounties.

Soon news spread of a Mandalorian in unpainted silver beskar´gam, who possessed the darksaber. Some said he looked like someone out of a legend, and that the light would reflect off of the unpainted beskar and make it glow all the colours there was. Of course, tales of yourself spread as well, as the first loyal follower of the new mand´alor. In bright orange, blue and tan armor. Orange for a lust for life, blue for reliability and tan for loyalty, the perfect individual to swear themselves to their new leader.

There were apparently more Mandalorians left than you had thought, and they all seemed to hold their breath, as if to see what this new candidate would do. Din was very put off by the idea of being a ruler, first trying to make Boba take the saber which was denied. He even tried to give it to you, but you ended up saying something about him being the best leader your people could need.

In the end he gave up, and accepted his new title. He really didn’t know what to do, where to lead your people or how to even unite them. It was this predicament you were in now. The two of you sat on Dins new ship, a gift from Boba, and were going over plans.

“You know, they’re gonna make you marry someone. The elders?” you joked, nudging him with your shoulder. He groaned, burying his buy´ce into his hands. You heard him mutter something, but it was so quiet his microphone in his buy´ce didn’t pick it up.

“What? Couldn’t hear you” you said, leaning closer to him in a teasing manner. Sure, it made your heart hurt, the idea of him marrying someone else, but you also wouldn’t hold him back. “I don’t… I don’t wanna marry just someone. I want to marry someone important to me” he murmured, just barely loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“Oh? Have someone in mind?” you joked, trying to hide how much your heart ached. Luckily you were wearing your buy´ce, so he couldn’t read your face. He was silent, and you were sure his face was beet red under the beskar layer. “Come oooon. You can tell me” You whined, leaning down so close your buy´ce almost bonked together.

Din murmured inaudibly to himself some more, seemingly hyping himself up for something. When he turned to talk to you, the clang of beskar hitting beskar rang out in the cockpit you were in. Your foreheads had smacked right into each other, in an accidental keldabe. The two of you both started sputtering in embarrassment, you almost falling backwards out of your seat.

The two of you found yourselves back in your seats shortly after. The air was thick and awkward. You knew you were blushing from how hot your face got. It sounded like you both were searching for words, but coming up with nothing.

Finally Din spoke. “The… the reason I don’t want to marry someone random is because… well… Id much rather… marry you” he muttered, wringing his hands in his laps as his eyes were locked on the floor. Your heart shot to your throat. What? He couldn’t be meaning that. Someone like Din?

It seemed as if your silence racked up his nerves, and he turned to look at you and said “please… just say something”. Before you could stop yourself, you jumped forward and placed your forehead against his, your buy´ce not ringing out this time as it was with less force. It seemed to be answer enough, as his hands hesitated but wrapped around your torso and pulled you close, almost pulling your entire weight out of your chair and into his lap.

When the excitement died down, the two of you kept your foreheads pressed together. “I… I take that means you like me as well?” Din said, his voice sounding breathy like the two of you had been kissing through your lips instead of your helmets. “Of course,” you laughed. “I think I’ve liked you since we met Din… no… cyara”. You definitely knew he was blushing this time, as he sputtered softly, before pulling back and burying his head in your shoulders. You threw your head back and laughed, tightening your arms around his shoulders.

You would worry about the duties of being mand´alor, and what being his lover meant for you. Right now it was just you two, the stars outside the window, and the feelings you had both been suppressing for too long.

[ghostlysenses]

The Grave in the Shack.

Hi how are you? I just had an idea for an sbi fanfic so imagine like the reader is dying and they say “the last time you held me like this was when I was a kid” while they laugh it off. I know it doesn’t make much sense but I tried- hope you are having a good day/afternoon/night make sure to drink water and eat something :) 🏃‍♀️

Im good!!! how r u? and also i love this!

Mmmm might make this sadder c: but with a happy kind of ending

cried while making this

TW: cussing, death, blood, long

SBI x younger! reader!

Requested by @imkindalostrn

You always ate breakfast with your family.

Wilbur would sit on your left, Techno on your right, and Tommy and dad in front of you.

You were the youngest in the family

so naturally they were all very protective of you and would kill anyone who literally breathed wrong near you.

After breakfast you and Tommy went outside to play in the snowy tundra

You and tommy built snow castles

made snow angles

and had amazing snowball fights

Wilbur watched from the window

Techno watched from the porch

and Philza was relaxing in the living room

“Y/N! come look!”

you raced to tommy as he pointed at the ice, you could see some fish swimming around

you looked in awe

you and Tommy spent so much time together, you two were inseparable

If only he didn’t allow you separate from him that day...

After looking at the fishes, Tommy wanted to play a game of ball, you guys like to play soccer, even when its cold.

You and Tommy had a fun few rounds, him barely beating you.

At some point though

Tommy kicked the ball in the forest on accident

“Ill go get it y/-“

“Ive got it!”

you started running before he could even finish.

he laughed a bit and let you go get the ball

but when you didn’t come back after 2 minutes he.. he got kinda scared

He walked into the forest, and after about 5 minutes he found you

Bloody

crying

claw marks on your stomach

laying on the ground

breathing

but slowly

he immediately got out his communicator

he messaged

“hlp y/n hurtget here ASAP” (yes just like that)

with the cords

As soon as everyone looked at their communicator they were up.

Techno stood up and RAN like he was the flash

dodging everything that was in his way like it was nothing

mans used his trident to VOULT himself over things

the voices were screaming “Help them! Kill whomever hurt them, we need them, we love them to much to let them die” and over his voices were his own thoughts

“They can’t die, they dont know how much they mean to me, if they dont live, i dont know what ill do with myself”

As soon as techno got up Wilbur did too.

HE FUCKING JUMPED OUT OF HIS WINDOW

AND ONTO THE ROOF

THEN OFF THE FUCKING ROOF AND ONTO THE GROUND

(its safe dw its not to high up)

MAN SPRINTED TO THE LOCATION

he was crying

“please be okay, please be okay” was all that we was thinking

Wilbur knows how much you must be panicking right now... and he wants nothing more than to be there and tell you its okay

Once Techno started running was when Philza stood up, mans ran so hard out the front door he TRIPPED.

He got up and opened his wings to fly to you

every memory of you flashing in his head

from you laying on his chest as baby, sleeping blissfully as he watched you with adoration

to yesterday when you were hitting Wilbur with a spoon

“My baby...” was all that he was thinking

When they finally arrived they saw Tommy trying to stop the bleeding but it was to much.

Techno used a healing potion but you had already lost so much blood

Wilbur could see you were crying, that there was still some fear in your eyes no matter how calm you looked, he grabbed your hand right away... trying to comfort you.

Then there was philza, he was cradling you like someone would a baby.

He was crying

everyone knew at that moment

there was no saving you.

You looked at your brothers and smiled, then stared up at your dad.

“the last time you held me like this I was a baby!” you laughed a bit, blood spitting up.

You smiled at him

“I love you...all of you... my family...”

You closed your eyes, a smile on your face...

that was the last time they heard your voice.

Philza held your corpse closer to him, sobbing harshly... “My baby....my little angel...please..”

His world came crashing down on him, the worst thing that can ever happen to a parent is the loss of their child.

Techno’s breathing hitched.

He remembers when you were just a baby.

You were a small fragile thing and he swore to be there for you.

The small little runt that sat as his feet while he braided their hair

was now gone...

Wilbur was in complete shock.

His mind couldn’t comprehend anything that just happened.

His baby sibling who he would make lullaby’s for was suddenly gone.

This is a reason why he would go insane in pogtopia later.

Tommy

Tommy blamed himself for ages

Maybe if he didnt kick that ball

maybe if he went to grab it

maybe...

He misses you

You were the only person who understood him and was on his side.

He doesnt know what to do without you.

You were buried near the house.

Philza made a small clearing near the house

He built a small shack around it with a fire place and lanterns, it was homely.

“To keep their spirit warm forever” thats what he said when he was questioned why it was there.

Nobody in the family ever provided context of how you died.

They only said cryptic things like

“they’re in the shack, like always”

“We/I love them”

“We/I visit them a lot”

“We/I bring them gifts on holidays”

“They liked the snow”

etc

they actually did spend holidays in that small shack, when asked why theyd always say

“Holidays are for the family”

they would still get you gifts too

before wilbur blew up l’manberg he visited you

“I love you very much... ill see you soon”

After that

ghostbur would ask around for you

once he figured out, he remembered what happened and would once again return to being cryptic abt it.

he visited a lot and would also join in during hoildays

Philza left for L’manburg at some point

he still visited you as much as he could though

even after killing wilbur

He still went to holiday gatherings

but when he was on house arrest he was pissed

he wanted to see you

and everytime he begged to be out and asked why he would just say “please! they need me! they need me..”

They wouldn’t let him out

but when he would sneak out he visited you

Fundy knew why he wanted to leave, hell he’s been to the shack himself when he was younger

he heard many stories about you...

and he felt bad for not letting philza visit you.

When the butcher army came to techno and saw the shack

they all walked in, thinking it was a storage area

but when the were met with a grave with unopened gifts around it from many years and even ones to this year... they were...

saddened...

they didnt know what happened to you but your grave brought them to tears

‘Y/N M/N Minecraft

An amazing family member,

Singer and piano player

Dueling fighter and story listener

Sibling and explorer

Child and angel

We love you and miss you

never stop brighting the world up

with your smile’

they wiped their tears though and went to techno.

but before they brought him to l’manburg

Quackity looked at tubbo and the shack

he nodded

Tubbo lead Techno to the shack and said

“For one last goodbye..”

Techno walked in...

“I promise you ill be safe..for you, i love you”

he kept his promise and returned safely to show you.

When Tommy was exiled and ran away to techno he visited you and would even sleep in the shack sometimes.

He missed you a lot.

he played chirp for you and he promised he would one day play mellohi and cat for you again one day

he knew how much you loved them.

He would always visit for holidays but never regularly

but after he got his discs back

he kept his promise and played them for you.

They loved you

and promised they would do anything it takes to get you back.

You mean a lot to this world and them

and when Tommy came to them (Philza, techno, Ghostbur) telling them that dream has a revive book and they need to get you back.

they were ecstatic and couldn’t agree more

[holy-guacamoly]

Warmth – LevixFem!Reader

Not me gushing over Levi who never cuddled.

This is a headcanon I strongly believe in. Don’t try to fight me about that! Kenny for sure wasn't much of a hugger and due to Levi’s overall cruel childhood, I am sure there was not much physical love shown. Sure Kuchel did give him warmth and affection, but since she died during his early childhood, this man forgot how cuddling works.

You never would have thought that one day, you'll end up with humanity’s strongest soldier, Levi Ackerman himself. Yet here you were, head over heels for the captain. Your relationship was still fresh and the two of you fully embraced the sweet, gooey, tooth-rotting honeymoon phase. Even though he wasn’t a man of obvious affection, he put his love on display with little things, which you appreciated with all your heart.

“Levi? When do you usually go to bed?” you asked casually, as you changed into your silky nightgown. Your lover was still sitting at his desk, hovering over papers as he heard your voice from the attached bedroom. It was the first time for you to stay the night since your relationship was just out of the bag. During your secret dating phase, you always sneaked back to your room to not cause a stir, but this was finally about to change.

“I don’t go to bed,” Levi responded with his usual stern deminer like this wasn’t a completely unhealthy behavior. As he spoke you poked your head out of the door, that connected the rooms. A mixture of surprise and slight amusement washed over your features, as you weren’t sure if he was serious. With a beaming grin and pure sarcasm, you said, “Are you a vampire or something? That would explain a lot.” Your partner just rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help a small smile from showing. He got up from his desk and walked around the wooden furniture, to end up next to you. Gently he wrapped one defined arm around your waist and planted a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I just rest in my chair a little bit. I don’t need more than that, Y/N.”

You furrowed your brows when you realized how deliberate he was. It made sense after all. Whenever the two of you got intimate, he always jumped up right after. At first, you didn’t think any of it, because back then you were just a fling, but by now it made you a little suspicious.

“Wait,” you started as your tone was underlined with a huge question mark, “So you don’t even go to bed, just to snuggle under the sheets? To relax a bit?” Levi’s hand still was resting on your hip, but you could feel him shifting away from you. He clearly was weirdly uncomfortable by this question. “Why would someone snuggle under sheets? What’s the point of that?” He genuinely didn’t know. Your eyes widened when you comprehended what your lover just said. Partly because of shock and compassion due to his love-starved childhood, but also because of excitement. You were about to open a new world to Levi, no matter if he liked it or not. One octave higher than usual you exclaimed happily, “Mister, you can thank the walls that you've met me. Because I will introduce you to the fine art of cuddling!”

With that you freed yourself from his grip, just to take his hand in yours and pulled him to the bed. A loud, annoyed groan made its way out of Levi’s lungs, as you forced him into his chambers.

“Brat, I still have a shitload of work to do. And this cuddle stuff isn’t my thing,” he mumbled.

Right before the sanctuary of the sheets, you turned around to face him again. A fake pout painted your lips, as you looked up to your lover with the biggest puppy eyes. Years of special investigations training, made you into quite a manipulative brat to be perfectly honest. You always knew how to get what you desired. “But I am cold and I don’t want to be all by myself.” You made sure to sound as sad as possible. “Tch, you are a soldier. I can’t remember you whining about being cold during the winter outdoor training,” the raven-haired responded, but sounded softer than usual. You leaned closer to him, being the one to wrap an arm around him now. “We are not on a field training. We are in the comfort of our home, as lovers. I would simply enjoy your company,” you answered in a serious tone. An overly dramatic sigh was heard from your boyfriend, followed by a “You are the death of me, Y/N.” Even though you could hear him cursing under his breath, he willingly walked over to the right side of the bed and let his athletic body fall onto the soft mattress. A soft creak was heard when the bedstead howled under his weight.

“You are coming now, or what?” he urged, as he opened the fluffy duvet. The most genuine smile washed over your face and you jumped onto the bed. In no time your body was next to his, but you weren’t touching. You took your time to enjoy the sensation of growing warmth first.

After a few minutes, you sat up slightly, so that your head rested against the headboard. Then you opened your arms as an invite for the love of your life to come closer. As he just raised an eyebrow in question you said sweetly, “I want to hold you, dummy.” Another “Tch” was the answer, but he still shifted his weight to rest his head against your chest. Slowly and almost with silent worship, you closed the embrace to securely cage Levi in. His muscles tensed under your touch like he was a wounded animal. “I got you, babe. You can let go now,” you whispered as you pampered his head with your digits. Your touch was feather-light because you feared too much interaction would startle this poor man.

After a good while, cradled in the luxury of one another’s warmth, Levi was able to do as you told him. He let go. Even though he held on to his last piece of coolness for dear life, he just melted under your gentle touch. Humanity’s hope let out the quietest sigh, not able for you to hear, but to feel against your skin. You acknowledged him collapsing more into your body and took this sign like a green light to bathe him in more affection. Slowly you planted the sweetest kisses on his head and let your fingers trail over his spine. Every single touch managed to send a wave of contentment over his nerves. At one point he wasn’t quite sure if he had died and made it into heaven, because it felt just too unreal.

It almost seemed foreign when Levi finally tore the comforting silence. “Can we do that every night?” His voice was so different. There was no ice, no annoyance there. Just genuine love and relaxation. It made your heart dwell with pure joy. You smiled against his onyx hair and whispered, “Every night, every morning – Whenever you wish.” With your reassuring words, he snuggled closer to you, if that was even possible, and slung his war-painted arms around your form. For a mere second, you swore you could see a real smile on your lover's features.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said as he bathed in the languorous feeling a little longer.

[withmychainzon]

A Burning Shadows Deleted Scene

@theatrequeen said Azris soft boi lap sitting in the server a few days ago and this is what happened.

This is in the Burning Shadows universe, so here’s a link to that if you want to know more about these idiots. 

***

It was just past 5 am and Azriel was sipping coffee at the dining room table, leisurely reading the Autumn Court’s newspaper from yesterday.

Cassian and Nesta sat across from him. Nesta was slowly peeling an orange and Cassian was murmuring  strategies and plans to her while drawing lines with a pencil over a map. Nesta would reply with an agreed hum, or a question every so often, even pointing at the map in certain places. Azriel could have been paying more attention, but he assumed if it was truly important Cassian would have gotten his attention.

They were all required to be up at the House of Wind in half an hour for the next round of Valkyrie training, but were currently enjoying the quiet morning. Azriel didn’t help as often as he once did, letting Gwyn and Emerie and Nesta take the lead. But there were still certain practices that Nesta called him in to teach, and he was always more than willing to help. 

He looked up at the two across from him, heads huddled together amicably. He felt the stirrings of something in his chest — fondness, probably. He had missed living with Cassian and Nesta since they had gotten their own home. They had only stayed the night at the Townhouse out of convenience after spending days in Illyria, bringing Emerie back for further assistance in Valkyrie training. 

As if his own thoughts had summoned her, Emerie stomped down the stairs, sitting herself at the end of the table in a huff. 

“Beds are too damn soft here. Fuckin’ over slept” she grumbled, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Azriel nodded in agreement, remembering what it had been like to get used to luxury beds. Cassian chuckled heartily and Nesta slid the sugar towards Emerie with a silent smile. 

“How long do you think you’ll need my help this morning?” Azriel asked, turning another page of the newspaper. 

“Busy day today, Az?” Nesta asked with a sharp smile. “Lots of big plans with cute little redheads?” 

Emerie’s head shot up, her eyebrows high on her forehead. He flicked his eyes to Cassian who gave him an imperceptible shake of his head, eyes still focused on the map before him. 

“I have a job, you know.” He said, working not to sound annoyed. It was too early to start a fight with Nesta.

Nesta rolled her eyes in response. He felt a little bad for the trainees, if Nesta was already looking to argue it was going to be a brutal day of training for them. 

In reality, Azriel did have a busy day ahead of him. He had quite a bit to do and catch up on since returning from the continent. But he really just needed to make sure he was back at the Townhouse before ten. Eris liked to scry in the mornings, something to do with the position of the sun and the lack of life altering choices made before noon by the general public. Eris had been perfectly fine scrying at the townhouse since the first time, but Azriel didn’t ever want to chance it and he preferred to be around when Eris went poking around in the future. 

He looked up from the newspaper again to find Emerie still studying him, her eyes following a shadow tentacle that had managed to curl itself around the back of his chair. Azriel gave her a small nod. He was unsurprised to find her gaze stayed on his, as if she was trying to prove she wasn’t scared. The corner of his mouth lifted in the smallest of smiles. 

Azriel had just decided to give up on his reading when the sound of shuffling came from the stairs, his shadows immediately bouncing awake and shifting towards the sound. 

Eris padded into the room, the hood of his sweater — well, it was Azriel’s sweater. Eris had stolen it weeks ago and seemed to assume it belonged to him now — pulled up around his ears, his red hair coming out the bottom messily. Azriel watched as Eris moved towards him, his eyes still mostly closed and hands pressed firmly into the front pocket of the sweater. His shadows had reached Eris already, swirling around his bare ankles as though pulling him closer to Azriel. 

He sleepily made his way over to Azriel’s chair, shoving the chair and Azriel over until there was enough room for Eris to slip his body between the table and crawl into Azriel’s lap. He immediately curled his body into Azriel’s warmth, pulling his bare feet up and shoving them under one of Azriel’s thighs as he nuzzled into the Illyrian’s neck. 

Azriel had moved to accommodate him, wrapping one arm around his waist and pulling him in tight. The hood of Eris’s sweater hid his face as he pressed it against the skin of Azriel’s throat, wiggling a bit until he seemed satisfied with the position. 

“What are you doing awake?” Azriel asked, leaning his head down to rest on Eris’s. 

“Mmm” Eris hummed in response, eyes still closed. His forehead was lined, brows furrowed in his signature displeased expression. “Dream. Stupid. Bed empty. But you were still here.” 

“Haven’t left yet,” Azriel agreed, unable to stop the smile that was growing on his lips. 

Eris didn’t answer, just leaned further into Azriel. He reached up and pulled the hood back enough to put his nose to Eris’s hair and inhale. He smelled so good in the mornings. The apples and leaves and woodsmoke were apparent, but it was always tinged with a little bit of something Azriel knew was himself. It was intoxicating.

It wasn’t until Eris let out a contented sigh that Azriel looked up, remembering that he had a table of breakfast guests. 

Cassian sat with his chin propped on his palm, watching them with big, soft eyes and a shit eating grin. Nesta had both her hands covering her own mouth, eyes popping out as though she was trying to stop herself from saying something. Emerie stared, mouth open, an empty spoon held in her hand, action forgotten. 

After an age of silence Emerie pointed her spoon at Azriel and spoke. “That is not the redhead I thought she was talking about.” 

[queen-rainy-love]

The Pure Lily Family invites the Custard Family to dinner. Its very awkward. Custard Cookie says nothing as the family tries to have small talk or something. Its dessert time and Custard III and Clotted Cream want some, but Custard rudely tells them that they shouldn’t eat sweets. Plus he tells Clotted Cream that he should be going on a diet. The Pure Lily parents says that its okay for them to eat sweets. (The two siblings secretly eat it lol)

Hmmmmm. Interesting idea. I will edit one thing, just cause I did state something in an earlier post.

So let's go.

*One night, after a long, long, LONG three months, the Pure Lily family invites the Custard Family and Vanilla Sugar Cookie for dinner. It's going as well as you think.*

Clotted Cream: So Red Velvet Cookie, how are the Cake Pups doing?

Red Velvet: They're well. Almost old enough to find new homes.

Madeleine: That's too bad. I will miss Knight cuddling with them after a hard mission.

Knight: *trying not to kick Madeleine* Ha ha. Funny.

*silence*

Clotted Cream: My. Wouldn't that be a sight to see. And how about is Ser Espresso Cookie?

Madeleine: He's doing fine. Still a struggle for him to take a break but we're still working on it.

*silence*

Clover: Um... what is the Republic like? I've heard stories about it but I'm curious if that's true.

Clotted Cream: Oh! It's a very beautiful place with amazing views of the sea. Unfortunately, there's not much forest in the Republic but we make it up with our wild sea life.

Madeleine: I can confirm and you have not live until a Jelly Dolphin swam next to you.

Pure Vanilla: That would be amazing. Maybe we should visit one day.

Clotted Cream: That would be amazing. I do hope we can plan it when I come back.

Madeleine: Oh, are you traveling back to the Créme Republic soon?

Clotted Cream: Yes, tomorrow night. I've been gone for just a bit too long.

*Custard III frowns a bit but Clotted Cream pats his head*

White Lily: Well in that case, let me get dessert. We might not see each other for a while, so why not end tonight on a high note? I made my famous chocolate covered jellies.

Custard: That is quite alright. We should be heading to bed for a busy day tomorrow. *Stands up*

Custard III: But dad! Can't we try some?

Custard: No. I don't want you two bouncing off the walls tonight. We need to up bright and early to get things ready.

Vanilla Sugar: Not to mention that we shouldn't really take something from someone with...a past. *Glares at White Lily*

*Red Velvet starts to growl but everyone keeps him at bay*

Clotted Cream: Come now. It would be rude to decline our hosts' generosity. One piece shouldn't hurt.

Custard: After you eating not enough protein for the past few days, I don't thing you need it.

Clotted Cream: But father-

Custard: Unless you can beat me in a fight without your cape, I suggest to stand down.

White Lily: That's enough! *Everyone turns toward her* These two have every right to enjoy what they do. They've done more for Earthbread than you've done in your whole life. And I will not hear another rude thing out of your mouth.

Custard: Bold worlds from the one who started this whole mess.

*White Lily clamps up as Custard and Vanilla Sugar start to leave. Clotted Cream and Custard III follow suit.*

Custard: And don't even think about giving it to them. Financier Cookie will be guarding the door.

*later that night*

*Custard III and Clotted Cream are sitting in their shared guest bedroom, sad/annoyed.*

Custard III: Are you sure we can't go get any? Dad won't know.

Clotted Cream: He might. Financier Cookie is more loyal to him than to me. She will tell him we snuck out. But, *pats Custard III's head* we can get something before I leave for the Crème Republic.

Custard III: That would be nice. *Notices someone outside the window* Hey Clotted Cream. There's someone outside.

*Clotted Cream turns around to see Red Velvet hanging from a ledge with his cake arm while holding something in his cookie arm. He also looks like he's in pain*

Clotted Cream: *quickly opens the windows* *whispers* Are you insane!? You know you could hurt yourself!

Red Velvet: *whispers* I know, but mother couldn't stand knowing that you two didn't try this dessert.

*Red Velvet hands the box of chocolate-covered jellies. Custard III is about to grab one but Clotted Cream stops him*

Clotted Cream: *Whispers* But what if father finds out?

Red Velvet: *whispers* I doubt he would go into the kitchen to check.

*Clotted Cream smiles and the rest of the night is spent the three eating the dessert*