#accepting the will while knowing that he has no right over his now cousins would straight up be usurpation regardless of age or skill

[courtofcrescent]

Your kingdom has lost the war. The Royal Family is dead, including your mistress, the Old King's beloved concubine. Following her last command, you are forced to bend your knees to the new ruler. You continue to live your life as a dutiful high servant, striving to maintain normalcy as best you can, until one moonlit night, you accidentally uncover a terrifying secret... and attract dangerous attention.

Thus begins your new life as the Royal Consort, navigating the intrigue of your old-yet-new Court, all while guarding The Secret with your life.

"May Luxen always shine upon you."

Court of Crescent is a court intrigue fantasy with elements of dark romance.

Play as a male or female bearing the title of Royal Consort.

Romance the Ruler with a questionable reputation who is your now lawful partner; the Knight with a piercing gaze who follows you like a devoted shadow; the scandalous nouveau riche who happens to be the Minister of Entertainment; the striking Cousin who prefers the company of books; or a secret... something?

Join the exquisite intrigue of the Court by planning lavish parties, attending charitable events, or simply lying in your pavilion all day in hope to avoid assassination attempts—or perhaps even plot some yourself.

Acquire an expensively crafted dagger... and stab a few people in the back—or you know, a charming smile works too!

Embrace your new royal life with all its privileges and responsibilities—or find yourself trapped in misery, contemplating your choices.

Secrets. Hidden Truths. Lies. You name it.

Here's the list of romantic options who may or may not desire the demise of the Royal Consort. Questionable information. Proceed with extreme caution.

MALLORY d'ASTRUM | THE RULER (M)

Formerly the enemy commander who slew the Old King, Mallory now become the new Ruler who reigns over the Court of Crescent—your beloved kingdom's new moniker. A member of the Imperial House Astrum, you were familiar with his rumors long before the Empire invaded your kingdom. Wolf of War, they said, so that's why you are quite... baffled when you find him as tame as a pampered royal dog, for lack of better words. Did you hear the right rumors? Were all the bard's tales lies? Is this sweets-loving gentleman truly the same vicious commander once called the Beast of Battle?

"My Moonshine, would you care for a dance with your partner?"

VIVIAN d'BENITO | THE KNIGHT (F)

Every royal family member always has a loyal personal Knight, and so do you. Vivian is the very epitome of a guard on duty, according to your etiquette book. Silent yet attentive, her gaze never strays far from you. Obedient yet firm, she grants any wishes of yours as long as they do not clash with Mallory. Vivian has sworn an oath to protect you from any external threats, however can you trust your life to a knight who serves the Imperial House that destroyed the former royal family? Can you trust any oath that passes the lips of a former member of the Knights of Raven?

"I'm yours to command, Your Serene Highness."

ELLIS EDSELLY | THE MINISTER (M)

Scandal, scandal, and more scandal. Ellis's life is never dull, if the rumors are true. Raised to power by the very incident that destroyed the former royal family, he has garnered quite a reputation. Some despise him, some commend him, some licking his boots—or licking much more. Ellis accepts them all with a grin and a wink. If life is a stage, surely the Minister of Entertainment has the center seat. A commoner turned merchant turned noble, he has certainly climbed the power ladder quite high. You wonder, will he continue to ascend even further?

"Let us raise our glass to the night of merriment!"

SORIN FLAVENY | THE COUSIN (F)

You don't know why your reclusive, anti-court great uncle grants his blessing to send your second cousin to the Court. The last time you met Sorin was when both of you were still nursing, thus your impression of her mostly comes from your other cousin's words. Citrine of Flaveny, or so you've been told, her beauty shines like gems under the sunlight, captivating countless suitors. A face of great asset, yet from her very first gathering, you hear that Sorin always curls herself up in the solitude of the palace library. Why does she even bother to come to the Court?

"Cousin! Ah, I mean, Your Majes—Serene Highness! You have a very nice home. So... yellow."

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G̶o̶.̵ ̷S̴t̵a̴y̶.̷ ̷G̷o̵!̶ ̵S̴t̷a̴y̴!̴ ̵N̶o̸!̸ ̴D̸o̶n̴'̸t̴!̶ ̸Y̷E̷S̸!̸!̴!̴

"Y̶o̷u̴.̵ ̴A̸r̸e̶.̷ ̷M̸I̷N̵E̸!!!!"

Court of Crescent is rated 18+ for mature themes like death and near death experience, blood and violence, alcohol and drugs, sexual content, morally questionable behaviours, really morally questionable behaviours, and more.

Set against a backdrop of political scheming and shifting allegiances, this story contain themes such as manipulation and deception, possessiveness and obsessiveness, power imbalances, abuse of power, and more.

[DEMO COMING SOON]

Q2 2025

[under construction]

[heartsforjh]

I shall break my Quinn strike and ask for my favorite Hughes

Gimme Luke with “i thought you hated when people touch you?” he needs a black cat girlfriend for his golden retriever vibe😔🙏

this one was suspiciously easy for me to write so if it’s actually bad i’m VERY sorry… i knew something was up. 🙏

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“Mom! Luke won’t stop making me upset!” your best friend, Jack, calls out.

“Luke, quit messing with your brother!” Ellen says, sorting through old family photos.

“I’m not messing with him! I’m messing with Y/n!” the younger boy whines.

“Your brother and his friend don’t want to play with you right now. You can play with Y/n when Jack has to go back to school,” Ellen explains.

“And he won’t stop touching her, Mom! He knows she doesn’t like it, but he keeps grabbing her hand and pulling her!” Jack continues to snitch.

“Alright, Jack. I’m handling it.”

“Okay, just making sure. Come on, Y/n. We don’t have to play with him,” Jack says, ushering you out of the living room. You feel bad, looking back at Luke as Jack pushes you out of the room without actually putting his hands on you. You give a little wave to Luke before disappearing from sight.

“Are you guys excited to start middle school?” Quinn, the oldest Hughes brother, asks as you and Luke sit at the dinner table.

“Well, I guess I am. I’m kind of nervous because I know it’ll be so different,” you admit before taking a bite of your food.

“It’s a good thing you have Luke! I’m glad the two of you get to start these milestones together!” the boys’ mom says.

“Yeah, Y/n! We have each other! It’s gonna be fun. We can sit next to each other at lunch and everything,” Luke says excitedly. He gets carried away while talking and starts messing with some strands of your hair, which Jack immediately notices.

Jack is quick to slap Luke’s hand away from your hair. “She doesn’t like you touching her! And she doesn’t need you. I already started middle school a year ago. I can tell her everything she needs to know.”

“Fine. I won’t touch her. It was an accident,” Luke says, feeling bad for forgetting again that people touching you makes you uncomfortable.

“How do you accidentally touch someone?! That doesn’t just happen! You—” Jack starts, only to be cut off by his dad stepping in with a stern, “Boys!”

It would be a lie to say that the rest of the dinner was ruined. This happens a lot, and everyone is used to it. Luke gets to talking, becomes excited, and, being a touchy person, accidentally does something to make Jack upset. It repeats like clockwork.

You got in. You really got in! The University of Michigan has accepted you as a student, and you couldn’t be happier. Of course, Luke is going too. You’re not mad about it at all. You expected it and, honestly, you’re glad. While you’re closest with Jack, having Luke complete all the same milestones with you has always been comforting.

You’re at the small party your family and the Hughes family put together to celebrate you and Luke. After finishing a conversation with one of their cousins, you head into the kitchen for a drink. Luke is already there at the counter, grabbing a drink for himself. When he turns around and sees you, he smiles.

“Hey!” he says, his eyes lighting up. You walk over to stand next to him and grab a cup.

“Hey. This is a cool party, right?” you ask, looking up at him and trying to make conversation.

He nods and grabs your favorite tea, pouring it into your cup for you. “Oh for sure. It’s great they did this for us. You ready to go to UMich?”

You smile a little nervously, looking at him. “I mean, I guess. I’m kind of nervous. You’re not?”

“No way! I’ve wanted to go to this school forever. So have you! You should be ecstatic. What’s the matter?” he asks, concerned.

“Well… y’know, it’s gonna be so different,” you confess, the nerves clear in your tone.

“It’s a good thing we’ll have each other, then. I’m not just gonna let you fall on your face, Y/n. I love you too much for that,” he says, his face full of emotion.

For the first time since the whole college mess, you feel relieved. “Really? Thanks, Lukey. I love you too.”

You close the space between the two of you and wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest. However, Luke freezes.

You frown a little and tilt your head to look up at him, your chin still resting on his chest. “Uh… Y/n? Is this, like… on purpose?” he asks, looking stressed.

You laugh, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I thought you hated when people touch you?” he says, his voice cracking slightly.

You think about it for a moment before responding. “I suppose I do. But not you.”

“Not me? I get yelled at every time I so much as look at you!” he says, surprised.

You pat his stomach and shake your head. “Lukey, that’s all Jack. Take it up with him. I like you… a lot. I always have.”

“You’ve liked me back this whole time and Jack’s ruined it?!” he asks, shocked.

You smile and nod. “Yeah! To be fair, I don’t think he knew. He just thought you were annoying me.”

“Whatever. He’s not here to ruin it now,” Luke says, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight.

In the next room, Ellen turns to her oldest son, beaming. “It worked!”

Quinn smiles. “I told you they’d figure it out, and all it took was distracting Jack a little.”

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[2tcs]

Day 3: reunions after a long time and rain

“Hay Bruce?” Duke asked as he walked out of the locker room. It was the end of his shift, thank god, so everyone was getting ready for the night shift.

“What's going on chum?”

“My cousin is coming to Gotham for a senior field trip thing next week to visit Gotham U and I was wondering if he and his friends can stay at the manor so they don’t have to pay for a hotel.”

“We’ll have to run a background check on them” “Already done!” Duke interrupted Bruce and jumped around him to get to the batcomputer to open up the files.

“Hmm. You really want your cousin to visit huh.” Bruce said as he scanned through the files.

“Ya. I haven’t seen him in ages and even though we text it’s not the same as an in-person visit. And Gotham isn’t safe for tourists so, manor.”

“Mhm, Duke?”

“Yes, Bruce?”

“Why are his and his friends' hometown labeled as unconfirmed?”

“Well, that may be one of the reasons I thought it would be a good idea for everyone to meet them? I know Tucker lives in Amity Park, Illinois. I’ve even visited him there when we were kids. But when I tried to look it up for the background check I couldn’t find it. It’s like it never existed. When I tried to ask him about it he kinda dodged my question and changed the subject. Like he was nervous about someone overhearing.”

“Alright. I’ll inform Tim about their hometown and see if he can find out what’s going on. Make sure you tell Alfried that we are having guests.”

“Thank you so much Bruce! I’ll go tell Alfried right now. Night!” Duke yelled as he ran to the elevator.

👻🦇👻🦇

“Tucker! Over here!” Duke yelled as Tucker and his friends got off the bus.

“Duke! It’s good to see you! How have you been?” Tucker said as he ran up to Duke and gave him a side hug while using his free hand to point. “This is Danny and Sam. Danny, Sam. This is my cousin Duke.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys. Tucker’s told me a lot about you two.” Duke said as he accepted handshakes from Sam then Danny.

“It’s nice to meet you too Duke. Hopefully, Tucker has told you only the worst of things about us.” Sam joked.

“Of course. Hay, did you really switch out all the frogs in your freshman biology class with robot frogs?”

“Don’t remind me. Those things were so creepy. They talked to you as you cut them open.” Danny said with a disgusted face.

“It was more humane than dissecting living animals.” Sam defended herself.

“Wait. The frogs were alive? Tucker! Why was your school using living frogs instead of cadaver frogs?” Duke asked in shock.

“I got no clue man. Anyways, do we need to call a cab to get to your place? Cause I’m not walking in this downpour.” Tucker said while looking around.

“Hold on right there Mr Foley. You all need to sign these forms so we can get ahold of you in case of an emergency.” Mr Lancer said as he walked up to the group with several papers. “And I would also like to speak to your guardian before my students leave so I know they are in safe hands.”

“Ahem. I’m afraid Master Wayne is occupied with work right now but I am his butler, Alfred Pennyworth and I am in charge of taking care of all the needs of the Wayne family and their guests. If need be here is the main phone number for the manor as well as the address. Is there anything else I can do to ensure you of your students’ safety?” Alfred said as he seemingly appeared out of thin air and handed Mr Lancer a business card with the aforementioned information written on the back.

“Thank you for this Mr Pennyworth. My name is Lenard Lancer. As the vice principal of Casper High School, I have a duty to the students of our school. So I will still need these three to fill out these forms before they leave.”

“Of course Mr Lancer. I fully understand. Now if you all would please finish with the paperwork, we can load into the car and get out of this dreadful weather.” Alfred said watching as Danny, Sam, and Tucker traded off on using each other's backs to fill out the forms and hand them back to Mr Lancer.

[elodieunderglass]

I'd like to know more about Killie's family!

Thank you so much!! I LOVE THEM

Killie’s family are a horse racing “dynasty” of several generations, with his branch being especially trashy, mean to each other, in debt and all-consumingly horse-obsessed. The historical base of the paternal family is County Meath in the Republic of Ireland - Killie’s mother is English.

The greater family is competitive, horse-obsessed, and that depressing mindset of being conservative-without-being-rich. You’re not allowed to name children like racehorses (because of woke) but they’ve made up for it by having a tradition of sharing a generation-based initial letter for their first name. Killie’s in the “C” generation, and his siblings and cousins all have C-names.

The parents are awful, and you can see the stamp of their influence on Killie and his siblings. The family are justifiably proud of Killie, though toxic about it.

Here’s the sibling set before Charlie’s estrangement:

Press “Keep reading” for fascinating Killie personal life below:

Killie (Cillian), oldest, and even by their family’s standards, incredibly Good at Horses. Master of the preternatural jockey powers of the mental timer (can set and stop accurate stopwatches and timers in his head; the opposite of time blindness), psychic horse connection, inhuman discipline and stoicism (the Jockey Constitution (TM).) champion jockey over jumps and on the flat, closing in on legendary status, while also secretly falling apart in every other direction. We happen to know that he’s secretly a bisexual demisexual wet stray cat with exhausted anxiety and Terminal Horse Autism, but he does a very good job of projecting aggression acceptable jockey energy, and therefore Nobody Suspects. Moved to the UK as a contracted jockey with a prominent stable and is genuinely, genuinely good at what he does. About 4’10”, extremely desirable height for an international-quality lightweight flat jockey, but just about too light for UK/Irish steeplechasing (but he’s intensely bonkers, so he does it anyway.)

Charlie (Charles), twin, hates horses (actually rather good with them as animals! but hates competition, gambling, pain, The Racing Industry, hurting himself, pain, animal abuse, falling off, trashiness, when they step on you, horse racing, and Being So Brave About It.) Horse Hating ADHD, pictured here being insufferable because he actually owns clothes besides breeches and boots. Family lore states that the twins were born prematurely because Charlie attempted to murder Killie in the womb, but that sounds medically improbable. Regardless, the twins failed to thrive in NICU until being placed in the same incubator together, so even if murder attempts were made, they reconciled right away. Unfortunately estranged from family, sport and home by being unapologetically and flagrantly bisexual, he vanished from Killie’s life for over a decade, and ended up building an unexpectedly normal and healthy life in which horses did not eat any of his fingers. They used to have magical twin telepathy before estrangement.

Charlie always sounds like he’s speaking with emojis, has a great deal of charm, and did so much of The Talking when they were younger that Killie was able to secretly conceal and get over his own stammer. While being outwardly 300x more social and funny and lovable, Charlie is actually much more of a bastard than (secretly soft) Killie, and defended Killie and the other siblings from bullies on all sides, including/especially their parents.

Ciara, an unpleasant wench three years younger than the twins, who wasted her twenties being mean in the comments. Mediocre jockey, now a trainer’s assistant, back living with parents while slow-motion Republic of Ireland (TM) Divorce goes through. Despite being a homophobic harpy during the catastrophic Estrangement Incident, would desperately like to see Charlie again. Much of her internet usage sprang from the compulsion to find Charlie on social media (she never managed.) weirdly, being really online accidentally radicalised her, and despite only hanging out with incredibly conservative bigoted people IRL, she made nice friends online and became secretly quite tolerable, and guilty about all of it. Wouldn’t talk to Killie about any of this, though. Killie’s perfect. Killie’s the culmination of a five-generation breeding experiment to create the perfect jockey, and by all metrics, it worked. Killie once had a 500-kilo horse fully land on his thighbone and only said a mild “bugger.” Killie wouldn’t get it at all.

Colm - youngest. not a great rider, not very interesting, not much presence, not very brave, no particular instinct for horses, not especially disciplined, no particular ambition, and excessively large. Works as an exercise rider, groom and general stablehand for his parents (constant criticism, zero thanks), and presumably has a private life, but keeps his head down. His takeaway from Charlie’s estrangement was: everyone loved Charlie most of all, and that’s how quickly they threw him away - what hope do I have, if I put a foot wrong? Really misses Killie, lacks the ability to follow him, lost as a result.

Charlie and Killie reconciling would shore up a tremendous amount of Killie’s collapsing mental landscape, and prove utterly necessary for Killie surviving the total tailspin of being forcibly loved by a completely random great big beardy nerdy American man life outside of being a jockey.

And it is entirely possible that there are uncles and aunts and cousins who would turn around and say, quite fiercely, Cillian’s the best of us. We love and admire him more than we love winning. He throws his heart over the fences and then follows it, and when it’s important he always wins. If Killie wants a boyfriend - then you know what? Fuck it. Maybe that’s winning. Maybe we’d rather be on his side, the winning side - the side of the best of us.

It has a chance of all being okay.

(Greyuncle Era: Ciara and Colm manage a near-complete recovery from their family of origin. They choose to never have kids, and good for them. Charlie, polyamorous bisexual in an incredibly stable three-person marriage, has a mysterious number of kids (he and his husband and wife produced kids with the admirable Lucky Dip method; but they’re all Charlie’s, of course. They’re also all his biologically, because he won. He won all of them. He has the fastest sperm, if you want to know. okay, admittedly only some are markedly shorter and more ginger than the rest, but frankly YOU NEVER KNOW, do you?? Charlie himself has a brunette sister! and a younger brother who is VERY NEARLY almost tall?? Genetics are a mystery 😤 no this is NOT a racing thing, this is - no he’s not competitive. He’s better than that. He hates - they’re - shut up.

This results in the “between 12-75 business greatniblings” that Killie and Derek share. Derek actually knows how many there are. Killie cannot physiologically remember that kind of thing, his brain just turns to static; and Charlie possibly doesn’t know himself. And it’s okay and it’s okay and it’s okay and it’s okay and in fact they are HAPPY AND WELL.)

[starspyder]

𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙄𝙣𝙠 || Carmen Berzatto X Tattoo!Artist Reader

Some of my personal headcanons about Carmy meeting his new favorite tattoo artist— who just opened shop down the street from The Bear ;)

Extras: canon typical swearing, Richie being a little shit, emotionally constipated Carmy as usual lol

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Oh my god where to begin oKAY—

So let’s say at this point, The Bear has been open for at least a couple of months. Everybody’s getting into a routine, the reputation is still good (albeit a little mixed with all the bitching and moaning coming from the kitchen mid-service). Carmy’s routine is get up at about 6am, sometimes earlier if he can’t sleep, get to the restaurant by 7:30 at the latest, run prep until lunch service, take a break that Syd, Richie, or Sugar forced him to take so often that it’s normal, as much as he dislikes it, and then return to do the last bit of prep before dinner service.

My poor boy works himself to death :((

It’s on one of these aforementioned breaks that he’s standing out front, smoking a cig while on the phone with Fak, bitching him out for screwing something up or picking up the wrong thing from the restaurant depot store, when he sees you. 

You’re across the street, about three shops down to the right, carrying in some heavy looking boxes from your car, parallel parked out front. 

He, in true Carmen Anthony Berzatto fashion, watches from a distance. It’s been a while since he’s been with Claire, and it’s not like he was going out of his way to get into another potential relationship, but he would easily admit how pretty you were.

Dressed in shorts and an oversized shirt with some scribbled logo for a metal band, Vans and a black baseball cap. Underneath, your hair was a darker, navy blue color. You had a few piercings, a couple of nostril hoops on one side, your septum and a pretty stud in the middle of your top lip— not to mention the plethora of jewelry adorning your ears. Your arms and legs were covered in tattoos, some bright and colorful and some darker and moodier.

There were plenty of different people that Carmy’s met in his time traveling and working, so any kind of alternative look didn’t really faze him. 

It’s after Richie comes outside to bother him that the former notices his thousand yard stare right at you. 

“‘Scuse me, sweetheart!” Richie shouts down the street, before Carmy can shut his ass up. “Need a few pairs of hands?”

You look up from where you’re struggling to open the shop door while holding a large box, a big grin on your face as you accept their help. Richie all but drags Carmy over as he tells Fak to "get it fuckin' right this time," taking the box from your hands and taking it inside. 

“Oh my god, you guys are lifesavers, thank you.” You smile, holding the door open for them as they retrieve the last few boxes out of your trunk. 

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart, just being neighborly.” Richie says. “I’m Richie, this jagoff is Carmen. We own and operate The Bear down the street.” 

“Jus’ Carmy is fine.” He interjects quietly. 

You nod, looking between them. “Oh, I’ve heard of you guys! I’ll have to come in sometime,” you pause, subtly trying to get an eyeful of Carmy. 

“That would be awesome— you know, Carmy’s got a lot of tats, don’t you, Cousin?” 

Carmen, who is wearing a long sleeved blue sweatshirt, stills as you look him over, before rolling up his sleeves. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t immediately ogling his hands when he first walked up to you. 

“Oh, I love the snail, that’s awesome! Well, if you were ever looking to add to your collection, we open next Thursday. It’d be cool to see you guys around.” 

“You’ll be sick of us before you know it.” Carmy agrees. 

“I’ll look forward to it,” You smile, a little shy by now. The way you and Carmy are looking at each other doesn’t go unnoticed by Richard. 

After a few weeks of saying hi and giving a wave when you crossed paths, it was only after a really shitty Saturday night that Carmen decided he wasn't ready to go home. They were closed the next two days, Sunday Monday which coincided with your hours, funny enough. 

As Carmy locks up, he looks out the window to see the lights still on at your shop, seeing you mill about and take care of the last of your customers. It’s nearly 1am, The Bear stopped seating at 11:30 each night, where your shop closed at 12am on Saturday nights. He supposed you also had a pretty busy day.

The bell above the door chimes softly as he enters, looking around timidly for you. 

You’re finishing up with a client, reminding them of proper aftercare.

“Oh shit— Hey, Carmy! Give me just a sec, I’ll be right with you!” You say, then go back to the guy in front of you. “Clean it with unscented, antibacterial soap, pat dry with a clean paper towel, and use a thin layer of moisturizer— CeraVe works pretty well for me. Don’t take the bandage off until tomorrow morning and try your best not to sleep on it.” 

You help get your client checked out, sending him out the door with a final goodbye, before locking it and turning off the red and blue ‘open’ sign. 

“Got time for one more?” Carmy asked. 

“Sure,” you say, moving behind the counter. “Have anything in mind, or did you wanna flip through my flash books?” 

“Flash— it’s already late, ‘m not gonna make you draw somethin’ up for me."

“Another time, then.” You grin. You go through your books, showing him different styles you offer. A lot of them are more along the American Traditional style, some fineline, some simple, some that were decently intricate for flash sheets. 

While he chose his design, you got to work cleaning your station, sanitizing everything, changing out the old needles for new ones, taking your time and making idle conversation across the shop. 

“What made you wanna open your shop?” He ended up asking. 

“Didn’t know what to do with my art degree. Six years at Pratt Institute of Art, and I hadn’t given a thought as to what I wanted to do. Drawing has always been a big part of me, so it gives me a chance to do what I like. Plus, sometimes it’s kinda fun to see people squirm.” You laughed the last part off, shaking your head at how suggestive it sounded. 

“You’re cold, huh?” He smirked. 

“Bad to the bone, Carmy. You decide on what you’re gettin’?” 

He decided on a box of matches with a rose on the front, one of them sticking out of the package and lit up with fire. He decided not to get any color, sticking with his usual black and white aesthetic. He chose a spot on his arm, on the front of his shoulder near the end of his collarbone. 

It was quite an intimate setup, Carmy taking off his sweatshirt and wearing only a white muscle tank underneath, part of the hem pulled back to expose his tanned skin. You leaned close as he sat back in the chair, head back and looking up at the ceiling. 

“Not that I mind the company, but what made you decide to come in?” You asked, peeking up at him for a moment, your eyes following the silhouette of his face against the fluorescent lights. 

“Had a shitty night at work— didn’t wanna go home just yet. Did you mean to be open so late?” 

“That sucks, sorry to hear that. I was finishing up with that guy earlier; he’s followed me on instagram for a while, and wanted to wait for me to get a proper setup before he came in. He’s a talker, though, it was kinda hard to get rid of him.” You chuckled, wiping at his skin with a clean paper towel. 

“‘S fine, same as always. Richie can’t keep his mouth shut even if it would do everyone some good.” 

Once the tattoo is finished, you snap a few pictures for your portfolio (with permission ofc) and allow him to stand up and take a look in the mirror before you wrap it up. 

“This is fuckin’ sick, thanks,” he mumbles, but the sorters of his lips turn up in satisfaction. 

“Glad to hear. I won’t bother you with the aftercare stuff, I’m sure you know what you’re doin’, but you’ll let me know if you have any trouble with it or anything, right?” You slide a business card across the glass countertop, watching as he inspects it, then slides it into his worn out wallet. You stop him as he starts pulling out cash, asking what the damage is. 

“C’mon, let me pay you, yeah?” 

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’ll let you next time, promise.” You wink. 

“‘M not leavin’ till you let me give you somethin’,” He said sternly. 

Your eyes lock for a moment before you speak up. “How about this— we go get coffee on Monday, if you’re not busy? 

With a sigh, Carmen relents, putting his wallet away with a short few nods. 

“It’s a deal. Want me to just meet you here? Maybe around noon ‘r somethin’?” 

“That sounds great. I’ll see you on Monday.” You smile, turning around to grab something, and he’s out the door. It makes your heart sink just for a moment, until you see three one-hundred dollar bills on the counter— way more than you would’ve charged normally, even at a discounted price. 

Then you’re pissed, because through the window, you catch his smug grin as he glances back at you one final time tonight.

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[venusbyline]

HEY VENUS!!!

I just wanted to know,how was Jace and readers childhood like in nine moons? I mean,just give some canons about some scenarios or events that happen. Just like a very short drabble, because I'm straight up surviving on crumbs on nine moons🥹 please,just give in this once🙏

I LOVE YOU VE! I'm very proud of you! Just continue in college🩷

Jacaerys Velaryon — Nine Moons.

Scenario: What was Jace and his twin sister's childhood/adolescence like?

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister!reader

— headcanon of Nine Moons (it can't be read as a standalone scenario)

— type: fluff, suggestive content (but nothing really graphic), angst

— tags/warnings: female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Targcest (twin brother/twin sister), childhood memories, threats of rape (BUT NOT REALLY), wet dreams, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, manipulation, sexism, jealousy, past underage sex, minor cousin incest, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, minor uncle/niece incest, minor Aemond Targaryen/reader, pre-Nine Moons events, canon divergence (Pre-The Dance of the Dragons). no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: HEYYYY SWEETIE, LUV UUU ❤️❤️ tysmmm for your ask, I had put Nine Moons on a brief hiatus due to my college stuffs, but now your messages made me wanna start writing this series again when my bimonthly exams are over at the beginning of June. Delving a little deeper into the characters' childhood stories was amazing, because I think Nine Moons Jacaerys was a lovely child in the past, but he also always had a dark side inside in that time anyway. Btw... I'll answer your other ask too 🤭🤭❤️❤️ I'm just waiting for a bit of free time so I can write that right.

— author's notes²: This scenario is part of Nine Moons universe and it's necessary to read the series first. It's a Dead Dove fic and has REALLY dark content.

— author's notes³: I'm thinking about writing more scenarios or random one-shots involving Nine Moons universe, maybe the pre-events of the series or events between the fic's time breaks/skips that I didn't write about. Please tell me on my inbox what do you guys wanna see about it 🥺🥺

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• Jacaerys had always been very close to his twin sister since their early years. He was almost glued to her almost all the time, claiming that she needed to be protected by him.

• The dragon egg that was placed on Jace's sister's crib did not hatch when they were six years old. Anyway, he always tried to show her that she was not inferior to the rest of the family because of that, then he would often take her to the Dragon Pit and let her pet Vermax.

• Speaking about dragons... That was what made Jacaerys' twin sister get closer to their uncle Aemond. Both of them did not have dragons and they were somewhat introvert people, while Jace preferred Aegon to Aemond, since the older one was funnier and more interesting before his eyes.

• Jace was always jealous of his twin sister's closeness to Aemond, even though they were just children at that time. He was suspicious of Aemond's feelings, because he was four years older than him and his sister.

• He was also very angry when Rhaenyra suggested betrothing him to Helaena and his sister to Aemond. At first, Alicent was wary about those ideas and said that Helaena would already marry Aegon, but she eventually accepted the second suggested alliance. When Jacaerys found out about this, he ended up taking his anger out on his twin by refusing to cuddle with her during the night. Also, he made her cry by lying that when she got a little older and the wedding day arrived, Aemond would hurt her during the bedding ceremony. Although his sister knew nothing about sex at that age, Jacaerys had heard details of many perverted things Aegon told him in secret, so he told her how everything would happen. Telling her that the deflowering act would hurt too much, and Aemond would not stop to fuck her cunt even if she begged to... That was the first time Jace had been truly cruel to his sweet sister — he apologized later, though, covering the little girl with sweet kisses and taking her to the Dragonpit.

• During the childhood, Jace had not wanted to marry anyone other than his twin, and the thought of losing her to his uncle was depressing, filling his heart with rage.

• His sister always enjoyed watching him and Lucerys spar with Aegon and Aemond, even though the Velaryon boys were so young and did not know how to fight properly. He stopped letting her watch their training when he noticed that Ser Criston looked at her with disgust, just as he looked at Luke and him everyday.

• Jacaerys hated the Courtiers looking at the little girl and whispering about her legitimacy. He could handle all of that if the gossips about bastardy were only about him, but everyone also whispered about her, Lucerys, and Joffrey. He always tried to make his siblings, especially his twin sister, not notice the mocking or curious gazes.

• Despite joining Aegon and Luke to play pranks on Aemond and tease him about the fact that he did not have a dragon yet, Jace would not allow Aegon to say something like that about his twin.

• Actually, Jacaerys felt ashamed of himself whenever she found out about the pranks and got mad at him, arms crossed and a pretty pouty face that took hours to get better. After the morning of the pink dread, on Aemond's tenth name day, she ran crying to their shared chambers because Aemond did not want to talk to her for a while because he was angry with her brothers. Of course Jace welcomed his sister and apologized for causing that sudden argument between her and Aemond, but inside he was relishing the fact that they were distancing themselves from each other, even if only temporarily.

• When Laena Velaryon died, Jace wondered what it would be like if his sister tried to claim Vhagar. He knew how much she wanted a dragon, but at the same time he did not want her to have a dragon so much bigger than his, it would be humiliating. However, that thought was put aside when he remembered that Rhaena, Laena's and Daemon's daughter, did not have a dragon either. Deep down he knew that his twin would not want to disturb their cousin's dream. Anyway, that did not go as expected either, since Aemond claimed Vhagar before Rhaena had the chance.

• After all the fight at Driftmark, Jace and his sister became very protective of Luke, due to everything that happened, he was like a baby to the two of them.

• When they moved to Dragonstone, she kept sending letters to Aemond, to make sure that her uncle was not directly angry with her, even though Alicent and Rhaenyra had already broken off their betrothal.

• At Dragonstone, Jacaerys' twin sister usually spent most of the time with her younger siblings when Jace was busy training with Lucerys or flying with Baela and their dragons. She also sometimes spent time with Rhaena.

• Rhaenyra usually paid more attention to her first son than to her daughter, but the girl did not seem to mind it too much, because at least she did not have so many responsibilities and could just read or spend time in the gardens.

• They loved walking on the sand near the sea and watching the sky. He liked the day better and she liked the night better, so Jace would joke that he was the moon and she was the sun, because they both liked each other.

• Jace called her little sister, sweet girl, Idaña (twin) and Hāedar (younger sister). Sometimes Ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved) too, if Rhaenyra or Daemon were not around.

• They slept together in the same chambers until they were twelve, as their bodies began to change and Jace found himself having dirty dreams about his sister. It did not help that she always insisted on shared the same bed too, lying in his arms or cuddling in spoon position. When she had her first blood moon, Rhaenyra immediately ordered that their chambers should be separate, which left them both frustrated.

• Jace began spending a lot of time with Baela, then which resulted in the loss of his virginity, her feelings for him and a slight distance between Jace and his sister, who never seemed to really like their cousin, perhaps out of jealousy.

• Even if Jacaerys was spending more time with Baela or Lucerys, he always took one day a week to dedicate himself completely to his twin sister, mad at himself for never being able to stop his obsession and love for her either way.

[wingedshadowfan]

everything points to bodhi being the new venin brother at the end of onyx storm (xaden saying whoever turned has been watching him struggle for the past 5 months, bodhi being one of the riders missing, xaden marrying violet so she gets the throne and not the next in line) but i wanna know what people think about bodhi's character. bcuz here's the impression i got from it all:

of course, it makes sense xaden and bodhi's dynamic changed a lot in onyx storm because of xaden becoming venin. he started preparing bodhi to become the heir to riorson house, take over his spot on the assembly and his role as leader of the revolution. this seems to have caused tension between them bcuz while bodhi (along with imogen and garrick) was aware xaden was beginning to lose it, he also rebelled against xaden preparing him to take over for him - like he didn't want to accept xaden might die or lose himself completely. xaden becoming the duke of tyrrendor only made it worse bcuz now he had to prepare bodhi to take over the entire province.

up until that book, bodhi never gave me the vibe of someone who would turn venin, of someone who was jealous of xaden and felt like he deserves more than he was given - in fact, he seemed content to stay "in the shadows". he'd seen the weight xaden had to carry firsthand. he'd accepted his supporting role with pride and dignity. he didn't want the throne, he didn't want to replace xaden, he didn't want what xaden had (nor did he want violet which i've heard ppl say) and he didn't want xaden to die. he promises xaden he'd be back and even tells him

i don't want your fucking province.

and when theophanie tried to manipulate him, he literally tells her

we don't have a crown. you don't know me well enough to try and fuck with my head. i'm doing exactly what i've always wanted - protecting my cousin, my province.

and yes, the fact that he couldn't counter theophanie's signet right after and his dragon had to take him away against his will did something to him, because he thought his signet was the balance, but i still don't think he would've reached.

(there's also the fact that in xaden's pov, his new brother has already turned by the time xaden reaches and his shadows blot out the sky, but in imogen's pov, bodhi is on the ground throwing up when the sky darkens. this could just be the storm though. or maybe garrick, who was pushing burnout, turned - but that would make even less sense.)

unless bodhi went mad.

he'd told violet he has only one signet, and if he'd had a second, he would've used it by now. had his dragon also bonded a direct relative?

[silverseaming]

Dear Aunt Winifred,

Do you remember how as a child I used to wait for the first crocuses of Spring, impatiently tramping over the lawn each morning after the snow had melted? Lately I have found myself back in the same habit, and now I can finally say that the first flower has appeared! The snow has been gone for several weeks, but it was only this morning that I saw petals peeking up from the grass by the henhouse, and all the childish excitement came rushing back to me.

All of this is to say that Spring has arrived, and with it my good spirits. I find it so much easier to be cheerful in the sunshine than in the snow! To me it seems that the Winter darkness lasted longer than ever, but that may have been somewhat due to the self-imposed winter I had been keeping inside me. The slow emergence of new life in the world around has somehow brought hope, instead of sadness. I like to think of it as a reminder that life continues, and can spring up in the most unexpected of corners. 

While I don’t have any good news this month either, I have found the strength to try not to dwell on my disappointment. Instead I have resolved to make myself useful -- there is much to be done, and as you always say, the Devil makes work for idle hands! With Daisy to look after I certainly do not have idle hands. Every day she seems to be able to run faster, and to talk more. I look at her running around and marvel that only two years ago she was a tiny babe in my arms, barely larger than a sack of flour. 

Kit has taken on a pet lamb from Zachariah Miller, as they have had an illness in their flock, and Daisy is just besotted! She’s named him ‘Snowball’, and I have an almost impossible job separating them. More often than not Daisy ends the day smelling like the farmyard. I suppose I should be grateful that Snowball keeps her occupied, and is much more tolerant of her constant pestering than the chickens.

Talking of my husband, do you recall my telling you that he had gone into business with a Mr. Fred Allen, who’s running an export company out of Rockland? Well, Mr. Allen seems to have taken an interest in Kit, and the two of them have struck up a friendship. Quite against Kit’s will, I’m sure -- if he had his way he’d hide away from all society with his horses (and his wife, I hope) -- but he’s warming to it. I certainly think it’s doing him good to expand his social horizons, and the best thing is that it’s expanding my social horizons too. Mr. Allen has invited us to a party he and his wife are giving for those involved with the Lermond’s Cove Company.  It was my good luck that I was there to accept before Kit could make any excuses!

The appointed date isn’t for a few weeks yet, but I find myself quite unreasonably excited already. I suppose that speaks to how little we have been attending any sort of social event since taking Maple Farm -- or even since our marriage. It certainly feels like a long time since I have had cause to dress up for anything other than church. I shall have to take my old pink silk to Mrs Miller and see if she can work any of her magic on it, as I suspect it’s in dire need of brightening up.

Please tell me all is well with you and Uncle Thomas, that you’re not too lonely after Josie’s wedding. I think of you all as I watch Daisy grow, and how much she would love to run around at Rook’s Rest. I know every time I write I promise to come back, but we never seem to find the right time to leave the farm. I won’t say that Daisy will not have siblings, but I would so love for her to meet all her cousins before too long. Consider that my promise that we will come soon, and I shall put my best effort into keeping it.

As always you have my love in abundance, and I look forward to your next letter.

Your loving,

Meg

[laursdomain]

wherever you go, that's where i'll follow

pairing: bodhi durran & xaden riorson

genre: angst

synopsis: Bodhi is Xaden’s right hand, which has been in place since they were children. With new developments, Xaden is attempting to change what has been planned for them by their parents. Bodhi, who hates change, can’t help but fight back against his cousin. 

warnings: fighting, cursing, brother!xaden, xaden and bodhi argue, takes place in OS, happy ending!

w/c: 3.0k

a/n: song ➳ die with a smile by lady gaga & bruno mars; happy bodhi week! here's my take on day 1: right hand! @empyreanevents

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“You go where he goes, that’s an order.” 

Bodhi’s father’s words ring inside his head, like a mantra. He may have said those words to him at the ripe age of eight, but he stays true to those words as a twenty-two year old. Bodhi walks the halls of Riorson House, taking the familiar route to Xaden’s room. Xaden and Violet’s room. He was happy to be back at Aretia temporarily, even if Violet was unsure if she belonged in Xaden’s room. She always belonged. Xaden was back, and even though Bodhi didn’t want to interrupt his solace, he had no choice.

i, i just woke up from a dream

His feet plant themselves in front of the door, remembering all the times he would sneak out of bed as a child, practically running to Xaden’s door whenever he’d have a bad dream. He knocks, using the secret code Garrick came up for the three of them when they were ten. 

The door flies open, revealing his older cousin. Without hesitating, Xaden pulls his younger cousin into the room, closing the door behind him. Bodhi knew Violet wouldn’t be in here, being her section leader had its advantages. He mentally checks second squad’s schedule, realizing she is at runes class. 

Bodhi’s gaze analyzes his cousin, acknowledging the way his body stays tense, keeping his fists balled at his sides. Bodhi wasn’t disgusted by the fact that he’s now a venin initiate, he could never feel that way about his cousin. Though, it did upset him that Xaden felt the way he did. 

“You did good,” Xaden acknowledges, though what he was acknowledging fell short to Bodhi.

Bodhi raises a brow, clearly confused. “On?”

Xaden rolls his eyes, as if what he was talking about was incredibly obvious. “Speaking on my behalf while I was recovering.” 

Bodhi’s mouth forms an O shape, realizing what he meant. Thinking like Xaden has become second nature to Bodhi, being around him consistently since birth gave him that advantage. Even Garrick knows how to think like Xaden, that’s how much the two have been around their best friend.

“Who told you that?” Bodhi inquired, curious on who was praising him. He assumed it was Lewellen, having to speak through the Duke simply because Bodhi himself didn’t have any authority to be in the room.

“Brennan and Lewellen,” Xaden answers, and it shocks Bodhi to hear the oldest Sorrengail’s name. He didn’t think he had impressed Brennan Sorrengail, but he gladly accepted it with open arms.

nobody's promised tomorrow

“It got me thinking,” Xaden speaks again, meeting his cousin’s chocolate brown eyes. Bodhi doesn’t speak, simply gestures with his eyes for Xaden to continue. “You’re going to start training. In case you have to take over.”

Bodhi furrows his brows, why in Amari’s name would Xaden say that? Bodhi knew of the thoughts his cousin has been having, the thoughts of not being able to survive being an initiate. Xaden had confided in Garrick and Bodhi before the last time he slipped up, unsure if he could truly make it through. Bodhi knew this, but he wouldn’t let his cousin do it alone.

“I’m not taking over,” Bodhi responds, deadpanning at his cousin.

“You don’t have a choice. It has to stay in our family.”

“Then marry Violet,” Bodhi thought it was the most obvious route. Violet would be safe under Tyrrendor, the province would still be in their family, and Xaden would be married to the love of his life. Easy.

“It’s not that easy,” Xaden glares at his cousin, annoyance biting his tone at how stubborn he was being. Another annoying trait they shared. “There isn’t a temple in the Continent that would officiate a marriage between a venin and anyone else.”

Bodhi goes to retort, only to realize he has a point. No priestess in their right mind would do that, let alone allow a venin inside their temple. But that doesn’t mean he wanted to take over.

like it's the last night

Bodhi sighs, “if I train, will that ease your worries?”

“Yes,” Xaden whispers, a trace of vulnerability intertwined with his words. Bodhi noticed it, and it slightly broke his heart at the sound of it. He can’t recall the last time he heard or saw his cousin vulnerable, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. 

“Then I’ll train,” Bodhi agrees, seeing the way his cousin smiles in gratitude at his words.

It's only been three days of training, and Bodhi already wants to quit. It’s not that he doesn’t want to do this for his cousin. He’s sure if his mother could say something to him now, it’d be to suck it up. He did always admire the way she could withstand Uncle Fen’s antics. The antics Xaden also possessed.

“You’re brooding,” Imogen comments from her spot across from him. She came into his room two hours ago, not saying a word as she sat at the edge of his bed. She throws her dagger in the air, catching it. She’s been doing that for thirty minutes now. When Bodhi doesn’t comment as he usually does, she follows up, “penny for your thoughts?”

Bodhi sighs out, trying to let out some of the tension that has been building up since he returned from training. “Xaden wants me to be his heir.”

“You’ve always been his heir,” Imogen retorts, giving her friend a look.

“We’ve only had the province for a couple of months.”

“So? You’re his cousin, everything falls back on you. You know that.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to be his fucking heir,” Bodhi snaps, though he doesn’t apologize to the girl. Their friendship was easy like that–they were always able to vent to one another about their stresses. She knew Bodhi’s issues with being Xaden’s shadow too well, and knew how Bodhi felt about being his backup.

“I know, but Xaden doesn’t know that. Even if you told him, his skull is too thick to process it.”

Under different circumstances, Bodhi would’ve laughed. Instead, the amusement falls short, getting lost in his thoughts again. 

Imogen looks at her friend, a sympathetic look written on her face. It was a stark contrast to her usual demeanor, but she couldn’t help it when it came to Bodhi. “You’d make a great duke, physically at least.”

Bodhi cocks a brow, “are you complimenting me, Imogen Cardulo?”

“I’m just pointing out the obvious,” Imogen teases. “Xaden needs someone pretty enough to distract Navarre while he’s gone.”

A dry chuckle escapes Bodhi’s lips, amused at the thought. “You may have a point.”

“I always have a point,” she retorts back, though it holds no bite.

Bodhi opens his mouth to argue against the pink-haired girl, but before he can get a word in, the alarms are blaring throughout Riorson House. The alarm that Xaden had implemented into their security in the event that wyvern and venin finally invaded their province. Imogen and Bodhi share a look, quickly grabbing their weapons before dashing down the halls, making it to the lobby where a swarm of riders and fliers stand, waiting for instructions. 

Imogen abandons Bodhi to find her squad, knowing her place is with them. If she is needed by Xaden, he’ll come get her. Bodhi slides through the bodies blocking his path, shortening the distance between himself and his cousin, who stands with Violet.

if the party was over and our time on Earth was through

When he finally makes it to his cousin, he speaks over the chattering cadets around them, “I’m coming with you.”

“Fuck no,” Xaden narrows his eyes at his cousin. “You are going to go hide in the deepest part of this fucking house until this is all over.”

“But–” Bodhi begins to argue, though his cousin doesn’t let him get a word in.

Xaden grips the back of Bodhi’s neck, holding him there. “You have to survive, for both of us. For both our families’ sake. If I don’t survive, She needs to stay with us.” He refers to Tyrrendor, and despite Bodhi’s protests, he knows he won’t win.

“Someone needs to have your back, Garrick isn’t here.” Bodhi points out, referring to their absent best friend who is at an outpost. 

“I have Sgaeyl,” Xaden assures him. He holds Bodhi’s stare, demanding that he backs down from this argument. Bodhi relents, nodding as he turns around, running up the stairs as he finds the deepest room in their house. 

If there’s anything Bodhi Durran hates more, it’s being a sitting duck. He couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite place what it was. He itched to leave the house, fly on Cuir to Xaden’s side, to ensure that his cousin was safe and sound. Alas, he knows he’d be in for it if he disobeyed Xaden’s direct order.

“You go where he goes, that’s an order.” His father’s voice filled his head, as it always does in these situations. Bodhi felt conflicted, on one hand he didn’t want to disobey Xaden’s orders, but on the other hand–he couldn’t bring himself to disappoint his dead father.

“How willing are you to feel Sgaeyl’s wrath?” Bodhi opens his bond with his green dragon, Cuir, welcoming the familiar warmth.

“I only answer to you.” Cuir quips back, his voice soothing over Bodhi’s mind like a comforting blanket.

Cuir’s answer was enough for Bodhi. Bodhi can handle Xaden’s scolding, but Sgaeyl is on another level. He was terrified of the blue dragon, she always radiated dominance, just like Tairn. He always assumed the other dragons respected the two as if they were their leaders. They probably were.

“I’ll be outside in three minutes.” 

Cuir huffs, “race you.”

Bodhi managed to be outside in two minutes, but Cuir being the green he is–was already outside waiting the moment Bodhi opened their bond. Bodhi sits comfortably on his dragon, savoring the feeling of the wind running through his curly hair as they dash their way through the sky, making their way to the frontlines where Xaden and Sgaeyl currently reside. 

if the world was ending, i'd wanna be next to you

A wyvern chases Sgaeyl, practically on her tail as she desperately tries to put distance between herself and the ugly beast. “Hold tight,” Cuir warns Bodhi as he speeds up, barrelling into the ugly beast as Cuir’s jaws lock onto the wyvern’s neck. 

Cuir slams the wyvern into a nearby rock wall, using the force of it to deepen his teeth into the wyvern's neck. His strength doesn’t falter, not stopping until the beast becomes limp in Cuir’s jaw. Cuir releases his strong grip on the dead wyvern, watching with satisfaction as it falls down onto the grass.

“Didn’t even put up a good fight, tragic.” Cuir comments, golden eyes watching the dead carcass.

“You did attack it from behind,” Bodhi retorts, internally shaking his head at his dragon.

“From the side,” he corrects, huffing smoke. “Incoming.”

As if on cue, Sgaeyl stops short before Cuir and Bodhi, glaring her golden eyes at the green dragon. Bodhi has no idea what conversation they are having, nor does he want to know. 

“I thought I told you to stay home,” Xaden yells over the wind, anger overtaking his hardened features.

“I just helped you, and you’re yelling at me?” Bodhi retorts, glaring at his cousin.

“I gave you an order,” Xaden narrows his gaze.

“I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again.” Bodhi holds Xaden’s stare, “I’m your right-fucking-hand. Not your backup. End of discussion.”

Xaden is on the verge of retorting when he realizes the new wave of wyvern coming their way. This doesn’t mean he’s no longer upset with Bodhi, in fact he’s already preparing a colorful speech for him when this fight is over. He doesn’t say a word, promptly flying away on Sgaeyl as they head towards two wyvern heading towards them from the east. Bodhi takes that as a sign to stay, directing Cuir to head towards the wyvern coming from the north.

Taking down the first wyvern was quick. According to Cuir, it was no match for them. Taking down the venin atop of the second wyvern? Completely different story. The venin had possession of fire wielding, taking immense pleasure in throwing fireballs at Cuir and Bodhi every second to keep them from getting too close. Bodhi would have to think of another way, his own signet wasn’t powerful enough to extinguish venin signets, only human ones. 

Out of nowhere, the wyvern barrels into Cuir, throwing them off course as they crash into the ground. Bodhi quickly regains his composure, unaffected by the force of the hit, internally thanking Cuir for cushioning his fall.

“Are you okay?” Bodhi quickly sends down the bond, scanning Cuir for any injuries.

“Yes,” he answers, his voice holding its usual strength. “Give me a minute.”

ooh, lost, lost in the words that we scream

They didn’t have a minute. Bodhi predicted they had maybe ten seconds before the venin absorbs everything within proximity once it touches the ground. The venin slides down the leg of the wyvern, peering at Bodhi. Why wasn’t he channeling? 

The venin bares his teeth, the pearly whites an interesting contrast to the red veins that bulge from his eyes. “You’re probably wondering why I haven’t channeled yet.”

Bodhi stands, straightening his posture. “Because you’re a coward?”

A laugh slithers out of the venin’s mouth, the sound as ugly as him. “No, I have a challenge for you.”

Bodhi tilts his head in confusion, gesturing for him to continue.

“Take me down with no signets. It’s not like yours would be useful anyways.”

Bodhi clenches his jaw, trying his best to not retort at the way he disrespected his signet. “Deal.”

“Are you stupid?” Cuir hisses, still seemingly trying to recover.

“I can do this, focus on recovering.” Bodhi argues back, slamming his shields up to properly focus. 

Bodhi unsheathes one of his alloy-hilted daggers, clutching it as he waits. He’s never the one to make the first move, no matter what enemy he was facing. And he most certainly wasn’t going to change that for a venin.

The venin clutches his own dagger, though Bodhi can see the pride gleaning in his eyes. The fucker knows he doesn’t need any weapon, he is a weapon. That doesn’t falter Bodhi’s confidence, he would survive. 

Finally, the venin lunges forward, attempting to catch Bodhi off guard. He fails, quickly sidestepping before throwing his entire body weight onto the venin. Bodhi goes to kick the dagger out of his hand, but the venin is too quick. He knew Bodhi was going to do that, and he hated that. The venin scrambles to his feet, anger overtaking his features. Bodhi wondered how long he could play this game until his patience wore thin. Until the venin decided to just channel from the ground to quickly kill the rider and his dragon.

Bodhi is the one who attacks this time. With years of training under his belt, he lunges forward, quickly spinning around once the venin dodges. They continue this dance for what feels like too long, and Bodhi is the one becoming impatient. It shouldn’t be this hard. He recognized the venin’s fighting the moment he lunged first, hating how quickly he registered it. It was the fighting style taught in the infantry quadrant, and the only reason he knew that was because he spent years watching his own father spar with Fen Riorson, the two surviving infantry together.

It wasn’t long before the venin found a small vulnerability within Bodhi. He was unguarded on his left side, and he instantly took advantage. The venin lunged, pretending to aim for Bodhi’s midsection. As he predicted, Bodhi sidestepped, giving the venin the ability to jab the hilt of his dagger into Bodhi’s side. Bodhi cries out in pain, falling to the ground. The venin kicks Bodhi’s alloy-hilted dagger out of his hand, stripping him of his weapon. Bodhi quickly realizes it was only the hilt, meaning he’d only have a nasty bruise the next morning, but gods, did he have strength.

The venin raises his dagger, ready to plunge it into Bodhi’s neck, pride still swimming in his eyes at his victory. “You put up a good fight, rider. Now, stay goodbye.” 

right next to you

A deep voice behind the venin freezes him in place. Bodhi glances behind his enemy, eyes widening. 

“Get your fucking hands off my cousin,” Xaden’s voice is full of venom, anger gleaning in his eyes. Shadows pool at his feet, and Bodhi worries only for a millisecond that Xaden may slip. 

Before the venin can even turn around, shadows wrap around his pale body, slithering around his neck as he’s lifted into the air. The shadows begin tightening, cutting off his air flow as Xaden gives him a slow and painful death. To finish him off, Xaden flicks an alloy-hilted dagger in his direction, landing right in his heart, the corpse crumbling to dust. 

Xaden’s shadows leave the corpse, returning to his feet. He’s quick to shorten the distance between him and his younger cousin, promptly pulling him to his feet. Bodhi doesn’t have time to react before Xaden forces him into a hug, feeling the anger and tension from his older cousin slowly dissipating. Bodhi may be utterly confused, but he gladly accepts the embrace. Xaden pulls Bodhi out of their hug, keeping a firm grip at the back of his neck. 

i'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile

“You are my right hand,” Xaden’s words are a firm statement, onyx eyes boring into Bodhi’s brown ones. “But you are still my cousin, and I will not allow you to die. Ever. We will survive this war together, and it isn’t until Malek takes you when you are old and wrinkly you will be allowed to go. You are not permitted to die on a battlefield in which you follow me to. Do you understand?”

Bodhi smiles, eyes crinkling. “Yes. I understand.”

Xaden nods, eyes softening before pulling his cousin into another hug. Bodhi can’t help but feel like a child, hugging his cousin tight at the acceptance of being his right hand, no longer being burdened as his backup. He burrows his head into Xaden’s neck, enjoying one of the rare hugs he gets from his cousin.

If he will die in this war, it’ll be by his last living relative’s side. That is Bodhi’s order, nobody else's. Not Xaden’s, and most certainly not his father’s.

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[skaruresonic]

The idea of Sonic being Maria’s reincarnation is fascinating to me, I must admit. Though it’s funny to think that she waited 35 years for it after her demise for Sonic to actually be born and then when he is, he’s opposing the cousin and he can’t enjoy Earth and its flowers fully like she also couldn’t because ALLERGIES lol. Comedy value too.

It is, isn't it? Again, I wouldn't push it as canon, but purely as a hypothetical for-shits-and-giggles kind of idea, it definitely is interesting to think about. Particularly with the parallels between Maria and Sonic:

1.) Both admire the genius of those closest to them (Tails and Gerald), 2.) Both are associated with the color blue, 3.) Both have a playful nature, 4.) Both like to race Shadow, 5.) Both are selfless, 6.) Both share immense strength of spirit. Other thoughts: 1.) Sonic can't swim (no pools on the ARK?) 2.) Sonic also seems to have something of an "you play tough, but I just know you'll do the right thing" attitude when it comes to recognizing Shadow's trauma in Battle. Kind of like how Maria recognizes that Shadow isn't the most personable guy around, but is still kind beneath his prickly exterior.

3.) Sonic's hay fever suggests a strong immune system. Overcompensation for Maria's weak one? xP

4.) It would be hilarious if it turned out Sonic continued stealing Eggman's thunder in his current incarnation.

5.) This is the most YMMV point and total fanfic lol, but maybe the spirit "chose" a hedgehog body in order to copy Shadow. Which would make the whole "faker" exchange extremely ironic on multiple levels.

6.) Sonic and Shadow threatening to throw down every time they clap eyes on each other becomes extra hilarious too.

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Some people have said they aren't fully on-board with the idea because they fear it has the potential to erase or downplay Sonic's agency. While I sympathize with that anxiety, I also view the concept as something akin to transformation. Sonic may very well become someone or something different when he dies, like the blue wind in '06. Nothing is ever permanent.

(And to be quite frank, I kind of find the idea of Sonic being the literal second ULF that got ejected to Earth to be more convoluted than transmigration. You can accept hedgehogs being born as test tube babies, but you draw the line at reincarnation?) It's not that Maria literally is Sonic, but rather, her spirit has moved on and has become someone else. She no longer exists except as the embodiment of the things she loved most: the Earth, full of wonders and as "cool and blue" as Sonic, humanity, and freedom. (In that vein, I like the idea that Sonic helps Shadow move on from the grief of the death of his former life.)

Sonic is, however, at the end of the day, entirely his own person, even if his underlying "substance" is technically the same as Maria's. He would never want to look back, and maybe that's why he doesn't pick up on any subconscious cues about the ARK during his time there except to bid Shadow sayonara.

That is the whole gist driving the underlying idea. There's never gonna be some dramatic grand revelation where Shadow discovers the truth and angsts about it. Chances are Sonic would just laugh it off anyway.

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Though it’s funny to think that she waited 35 years for it after her demise for Sonic to actually be born and then when he is,

Well yeah, the spirit had to make sure Sonic's buddies would be born at roughly around the same time. Adventure's no fun without friends.

You ever watch a revolving door and try to gauge when you should step inside? That's probably what happened. Can't go now. Maybe now? Oh crap, Eggman's gonna take over the world if I don't go now. xP

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she’s opposing the cousin and he can’t enjoy Earth and its flowers fully like she also couldn’t because ALLERGIES lol. Comedy value too.

Can't have shit in this transmigration Chili's lol.

This is a potential comedy gold mine. The Commander is ranting and raving about how Maria was slaughtered in the ARK raid, meanwhile Shadow glances over to Sonic, who's hopping from foot to foot like "I just wanna throw hands" xP

[leviscolwill]

glue song

pairing: trent alexander arnold x reader

summary: after going picnicking with your little cousins, you feel like your relationship with your boyfriend has taken a new step (wc: 1k)

contents: established relationship, talk abt having kids, so fluffy you might die in it, suggestive ending i guess ??

note: i'm in a trent mood lately, just look at him being so babygirl. i want to be his controversially young gf so bad (gasly core)

reblogs and feedback are very very much appreciated 🫶

now playing: glue song by beebadoobee and clairo

when your cousin asked you to babysit her kids for the afternoon, you immediately accepted. you were very close to your family but still felt like you didn't see your cousin or her twin daughters enough so you jumped on the occasion.

trent had already met your family quite a few times but when you told him the news, he was already planning the whole day ahead wanting to make the most out of the afternoon you'll spend with olivia and amalia.

he'd prepared custom sandwiches for them according to their taste and he forced you to bake cookies with him for them.

"come on it'll be fun." he practically pleaded.

"but trent you know that we can't bake to save our life."

"we ? who is we ? i'm a great baker." he replied side eyeing you while grabbing every ingredient needed. it was the truth, sort of. trent was not a great baker but he was definitely better than you, his cookies were edible (most of the time) and even good, sometimes.

but baking with trent was always a hustle, you tried to focus on the recipe while he wanted to wing it, saying it would taste better this way.

"you should listen to the real chef here love, it's not a big deal if we don't put the exact same amount of vanilla you know. now, be a good sous-chef and grab the whip for me please" he told you with a cocky grin, he knew how you would react to his words, exactly how he wanted you to.

you grabbed the whip only to playfully hit his shoulder with it while trent dramatically whined that you wanted him injured for the start of the season.

it didn't surprise you that your boyfriend was this excited about spending his day with actual kids, the way he was behaving like one right now.

after at least an hour of battling with trent, and cleaning your flour-maculated kitchen, your cookies were ready. and after tasting one (for research purposes, of course), you could say they were good, 'probably the best thing ever baked' in your boyfriend's words.

after a while, your shared house's doorbell finally rang, and trent nearly jumped out of his seat to open the door, you followed him and welcomed your cousin and her 7 year old daughters.

"thank you so much for babysitting them today, they're very happy to see their favorite aunty and uncle." your cousin beamed while giving you their bags, heavy with toys.

"we're also happy to spend some time with them, we have a great afternoon planned." you replied with a smile. trent who had his hand on your waist was quick to agree with you too.

after olivia and amalia hugged their mum goodbye, trent was already grabbing your bags full of sandwiches, sweets, and freshly baked cookies.

"uncle trent did you know my team won the school's football competition in may." amalia beamed at trent while she told him how she scored the winning goal for her team, thanks to her sister's brilliant assist. seeing trent and your little cousins get along this well made your chest feel warm at the scene, you almost wished for today to never end, although it was far from over.

once you settled your large blanket in the park, your boyfriend chose. you gave olivia and her sister their sandwiches with a kiss on their forehead. you turned around to take your own when you met trent eyes and his lovesick smile.

"why are you looking at me like that ?" you asked him with a shy smile as you felt the blush creep up your cheeks.

"do i need a reason to stare at my girl now ?" he answered, quickly pressing a kiss on your lips.

"ewww." olivia covered her eyes in disgust, while amalia pretended to throw up.

you laughed at their dramatic reactions and took a bite of the sandwich prepared by trent.

after the girls finished their sandwiches, they tasted the homemade cookies and absolutely loved them.

"of course they're perfect, they were made by liverpool's best baker." trent beamed pointing at himself. you rolled your eyes while olivia and amalia laughed at his ridiculous claim.

when it was finally time to go, you cleaned up everything while your cousins started walking to the car holding each other's hands.

"come on let's go home, my three princesses." he said, while bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it and kiss the side of your head while you started walking, holding hands like teens.

after your cousin picked up olivia and amalia, and thanked you again, the house seemed oddly silent. not the awkward kind of silence but a comforting one, the kind of silence you often shared with trent when words weren't needed.

"i really had fun today you know." trent broke the silence, stroking your hair.

"yeah, i noticed that, i'm glad you get on well with them."

"i think you'd be a great mum." he said almost in a whisper. you did not expect this. trent and you have been together for over a year already, but you've never had this talk.

"are you trying to tell me something ?" you asked, looking up at him.

"i don't know, not really, i was just thinking that maybe-" you put an end to his suffering quickly when you noticed his stammering.

"i'm joking trent... i think you'd be a great dad, the best actually."

he looked at you lovingly and kissed you in a manner that was definitely different than when the girls were here.

his kisses started trailing down your neck as you moved your head to the side, implicitly telling him to keep going.

"should we start practicing then mmh ?"

[annasghosts]

April 19th 20th and 21st for @jilymicrofics with the prompts thinking, of and wouldn’t

“You should turn slightly to the side. There, in this light you don’t look so ghastly pale.”

Lily opens her mouth, a retort already on the tip of her tongue, but Rita turns around, facing the camera with a huge, fake smile. “Good evening and welcome back to the Bachelorette! We have quite the special treat this season..” After a pregnant pause the camera pans over to Lily and she smiles, hoping she looks genuinely happy and not regretting all the life choices that led to this moment. “Meet Lily Evans, twenty six and founder of her own company! Isn’t is right, Lily?”

“Quite right, Rita. Evans’ Solutions is my pride and joy and quite successful.” There it is, the little white lie her publicist suggested. She wishes Evans’ Solutions was successful, but her small company has been struggling against bigger and wealthier competitors for a while now and she simply doesn’t have the money to invest in the kind of publicity that would give her the spotlight she needs, which is why she accepted to be on a television show she and Marlene mock on regular basis. Any publicity is good publicity, or so she hopes.

“So successful at work and so unlucky in love.” Rita sighs dramatically. “Do you think spending your days in the lab makes it hard to find a boyfriend?”

Lily tries to keep the smile on her face, but she really, really can’t stand the woman. “To tell you the truth, I recently ended a long term relationship and it has been hard to trust someone again. I’m hoping with the help of the public I might meet someone special.”

Her comment gets the appropriate swoon from the crowd present and Lily thinks she detected the slightest glint of approval in Rita’s eyes. “Well, we certainly tried to select a good number of candidates. Let’s see who we have first!”

Despite herself and the fact that she has no intention of really dating someone she met on television, Lily leans forward, watching as a video starts playing.

A young man, flaming ginger hair and lots of freckles grins at her, snug shirt showing off his muscles. “My name is Gideon Prewitt, I work for the department of magic transportation and hope to sweep you off your feet!” He winks and despite the line making her cringe, she finds herself thinking she wouldn’t mind knowing him better.

“A strong start! What do you think, Lily?”

“I agree Rita, I must say you know what you are doing.”

“And the best is yet to come!” Lily doesn’t react, hoping this won’t end like the previous season when during the finale Rita revealed one of the top contestants was the Bachelorette’s first cousin. “Let’s see who we have next!”

“Hi! I’m James Potter.” The bloke on the screen looks like he just rolled out of bed, unruly hair sticking in every direction. “I dunno what I’m doing here, but I think it might be fun. Alright, so I’m a Chaser for the Falcons and I think I’m supposed to say something about chasing you, but I’d rather not.”

Lily stifles a laugh, while Rita’s smile freezes and someone off screen whispers something to the bloke, making him laugh. She can’t help but notice that he has a great laugh, the amusement bringing out the warmth in his hazel eyes. Damn, maybe she’ll really be forced to admit this program isn’t complete garbage after all. “Blimey no, why would I be interested in Potion making?” Or maybe not.

“Well,” Rita says, turning to Lily, smug smile back in place. “Who doesn’t love a challenge?” She doesn’t reply and Rita adjusts her glasses, signalling they are ready for the next video. “And we still have a few surprises up our sleeve!”

[quitealotofsodapop]

DBK is most certainly confused as hell! But the moment he hears Wukong is in Danger, he's all on storming the Celestial Palace against his former brother's, this time with permission from his in-laws! It's also during this situation the truth about his rampage 500 years ago becomes known to the Celestial Realm. Xiwangmu, who has figured out Uwkong was not pregnant on the Journey, has even more reason to respect DBK.

Prev.

DBK is all sorts of messed up when he gets revived, but he immediately softens when he hears a tiny excited "BABA!" at his hoof. Immediately the feared demon king drops to his knees to embrace his child, barely larger since he last saw him centuries ago. His wife is close behind, cupping her husband's face and peppering him with kisses as she sobs with joy.

Red Son and Iron Fan are the only people who matter to DBK in that moment.

Then he notices his in-laws. And what appears to be the Pilgrims? Why are they all here?

DBK: (*finally gets a good look at the room/construction site*) The Room: (*His wife's parents, her nephew, and her cousin are all watching him closely. A pair of dragons + their pup stay at a safe distance. Macaque is alive again and is struggling to keep the Staff upright. And a trio of Pilgrim-looking fellows look extremely out-of-place.*) DBK: "Uh... ok, I am completely at a loss for what is happening right now." Nezha: "The Brotherhood have taken over Heaven. Azure Lion has taken the Emperor's power for himself, and taken Sun Wukong as a hostage." DBK: "Those fools! But, why is Wukong unable to fight back against them?" Macaque: "He's very weak from delivering a stone egg." DBK: "HE DID WHAT!? After I nearly ripped heaven asunder to prevent him from doing so!" Tang, history nerding: "Wait - that was the reason for your rampage 500 years ago?! You were trying to stop Wukong from creating his Stone Egg?" DBK: "Of course! He approached me to act as a vigil for Flower Fruit Mountain while he buried himself. When I discovered that the process is more often-than-not fatal, I became adamant on distracting Wukong by any means necessary!" Nezha: "You were not successful, sadly. Me and Iron Fan kept watch for the last 5 centuries - though I was not given context on why. I now understand why that was. I nearly strangled Wukong when I learned what the purpose of his "meditation" was." DBK, surprised: "Truly?" Pigsy, gesturing to the Ao-Long's: "Yeah, it was only when a certain baby dragon got lost playing with your kid did anyone know about this." Mei, puts up hand proudly: "I dug up Uncie Wu!" (*DBK turns to PIF, his face uncertain*) DBK: "My love, is this all true?" PIF, nodding: "Yes dear. When I saw the reincarnations of Wukong's pilgrim brothers touch upon the island, I sensed that it was time to slowly reunite our family. I retrieved Red Son from Guanyin, and of course, you know how much trouble he can get into on a good day. Eventually, things got a little away from us when Macaque came back into our lives - you must see the recording of the Trial that happened because of that. And of course my parents eventually found out about their grandson from my involvement." Red Son, smiling proudly: "I set the Jade Emperor on fire!" Jade Emperor: "He did." Xiwangmu: (*hiding fond laughter behind her sleeves*) DBK, turns to face his in-laws: "In that case, I will accept any rapport offered to me in kind. My main priority is my family, and if Iron Fan wishes to include you in it - I would honour her choice." Sandy: "Guess, thats gonna include Mr Monkey King now too, huh?" DBK: "What?" Pigsy, getting frustrated: "We'll explain it later!"

So yeah, big brother Bull got some ears to shout off, and a few former-Brothers to interrogate.

Yellow Tusk actually breathes a sigh of relief to see DBK burst through the cloud layer into the Celestial Realm, furiously shouting "SUN WUKONG!" as he charges at the doors to the throne room. Finally a good distraction.

[maple-the-awesome]

We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 36

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 2,430

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: THAT'S F'D UP MAN

...Bucky used to have this image in his head - one of a worn-down but cozy house located somewhere far from any crowded city, at the end of an obscure dirt road that winds through country fields and hilltops.

It was one of those old white homesteads with withered color and creaking floors boards he'd promise to fix up someday, but only after the door that hangs off its hinges, letting in all the warm summer air. There would be this brown porch with a swing and hand-carved balusters - the perfect spot to sit during late evenings while watching the sun set over a freshly harvested field. The songs sung by chirping crickets and croaking toads could lull anyone asleep.

Come the holiday season, there would be a shift in peace. The entire property would transform into a winter wonderland disrupted by tiny boot prints, snow angles, and snowmen. The halls would almost always smell of some sweet treat, and the rooms would be lively with the added addition of grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins - so many cousins.

It was a vivid image for the longest time. His sisters fussing about in the kitchen, his parents and in-laws sharing stories by a fire, a handful of rambunctious children counting boxes under the tree...and a lovely wife at the center of it all.

Your entrance would be grand as you'd gracefully step down the stairs to greet guests. You'd wear this beautiful long green skirt and white blouse with a Christmas pin tacked to the front, your hair curled and pinned back after much effort that morning. The silver on your finger would catch the light perfectly as you accept your husband's hand, allowing him to guide you through those last few steps of your descent, right into his lips so that he can steal a quick kiss before anyone else can divide your attention.

...But this was only ever an image -a simple dream to keep him going during the war. Some of the other guys would fantasize about finding ‘the one’. Not Bucky. He already had a gal, and he already had a ring, too. All he needed was that worn-down but cozy house located somewhere far from any crowded city…

He'd be lying to say he hasn't still thought about it, even all these years later, however it can't exactly be called a hopeful dream anymore - not when it feels so unattainable. Now he's only reminded about all those promises he can't make, the quiet sunsets you'd never get to see together, all the holidays neither of you will celebrate. He already had the gal, but he lost her...Now he only has a ring.

It's become an annoying habit for Bucky to reach into his pocket to twirl the cold metal around his fingers. If in private, he'll even find the strength to take it into his hand and observe it closely, desperate to remember how it came to be. Did he see it in a store window once? Was it similar to something his mom or grandmother wore? What made him so sure you'd say 'yes' to this and not a more impressive diamond? …And does it even matter?

You left. You’re gone. At long last, you’ve turned your back to him, giving up just as you should've a long time ago. He should be happy. This is exactly what he wanted, isn’t it - The reason why he gave you the cold shoulder, practically ripping out your heart and stomping on it for good measure despite everything you've sacrificed to be by his side.

Without him in your life - without you constantly feeling the need to run to his side or concern yourself with his self-destructive tendencies - you'll be able to move on. You'll find an amazing partner who will treat you right and keep you safe; someone who won't put a target on your head or risk losing control of themselves and harming you.

With them, you'll be able to live a long, happy life this time around. You’ll be able to take full advantage of your miraculous reincarnation by enjoying all the wonders stolen from you in the past. They'll be there to carry you inside your dream home, to be your warm shoulder during chilly evenings, or the hand you take at the bottom of the stairs, all the while showering you with all the love you're deserving of...

"Bucky, I have loved you ever since I could remember who I used to be. Every second we've spent together - Everything I've ever done and said - It was never an act, it's always been me."

He tries to drown it out, squeezing his eyes shut with his hand clenching around the ring, yet your sorrowful voice is all he can hear.

"I've only ever wanted to see you be happy and doing well - that's my ultimate goal. While I'd like you to be that way with me - While I'd like to be happy together, if you don't -...If you don't see me as her then..."

...Damnit…What has he done?

"- Slacking on the job?"

Bucky startles all too easily, practically leaping in his own skin while stuffing the ring back into his pocket. It’s a rather suspicious reaction from someone found sitting completely isolated on the edge of a dock, however Sam’s nice enough to not draw attention to that - not immediately, at least.

"Relax. I bring refreshments," He instead takes some pride in being able to sneak up on the super soldier, smirking as he holds up two chilled bottles of beer. Passing one to Bucky, he invites himself to sit down and hang his legs over the water in a similar fashion, “‘least I could do in exchange for all your help today.”

“...Will it be enough to help your family out?” Bucky asks after a moment of silence. With ease, he flicks off the cap of his bottle before wordlessly reaching over and doing the same to Sam’s drink when the other man clearly struggles.

“This was only half the work,” Sam snorts before taking a drink, “It’ll still be an uphill battle from here, but once business takes off - which I’m optimistic it will - we’ll have a stable enough income to cover the rest of the repairs, maybe more, after all, most of what we did today is only a temporary fix…Of course, I’ll need to put in some hours of my own to help Sarah get to that point - assuming we ever get this Flag Smasher crap taken care of…

“I spoke to Joaquin,” He continues, dropping into a more serious note, “He’s been doing some digging on their movement since Latvia. Looks like they’ll be targeting the GRC conference next.”

“When’s that?”

“Two days.”

Bucky hums uncomfortably. He wants to say that doesn’t feel like enough time, but really, aren’t they already prepared? Sam has Steve’s shield. He’s been practicing with it nearly every spare second they haven’t been working on the boat - And isn’t half bad at it either. Paired with that new flight suit the Wakandans made for him, he should be able to hold his own against the Flag Smashers…Maybe it’s Bucky who isn’t prepared.

His mind doesn’t feel like it’s in the right place. Despite having put an end to John Walker’s shameful antics and making amends with the Wakandans by returning Zemo to their custody, he still feels distracted; anxious. In fact, he only half listens to Sam’s plan. The words about what Joanqin exactly said or their next course of action merely rumble against his ears as he fiddles mindlessly with his bottle and the precipitation that coats its glass. His thoughts are anywhere but on the mission.

“...Have you heard from (Y/n) at all?”

Sam suddenly jolts his bottle away from his mouth before he can even fully tilt it back. This causes a small wave of liquid to pour out which he manages to at least prevent from hitting his clothes thanks to the guard of his free hand, although he's only temporarily distracted by this inconvenience. His attention quickly sets upon Bucky through a glare, "Are you serious? You're really asking about them now after how you treated them for weeks?!"

To his surprise, Bucky doesn't attempt to argue nor does he show a single ounce of offense. Instead, he bows his head in shame while redirecting his gaze out to the sea, "I know. I'm an asshole."

"...Then why?" Sam gives an exasperated sigh and a shake of his head, "I really don't get it. You have someone who cares about you enough to literally be reborn remembering you, yet you threw them aside despite clearly loving them back - and don't give me that bullshit ‘I don’t’ excuse. Everyone can see it. I see it. Sharon saw it. Hell, even Zemo made his comments, so why? Why play this stupid game, treating them like shit which makes you both miserable as all hell when you could just be together already? When you could both just be happy?"

"It's not that simple...They could do better," There’s a brief pause where neither of them say a word, however there’s a thick judgment in the air as Sam stares daggers into the side of Bucky’s head, eventually forcing him to explain his point after a distressed sigh similar to Sam’s previous one.

"...I'm scared...I'm scared that if I let myself love them again, I'm going to end up losing them again. I'm the reason Hollie's dead. I'm the one who killed her regardless of what she or anyone else says. I’m the one who pulled that trigger.

"And - And I know the Winter Soldier is gone. I know I ended that nightmare - That it’s supposed to be over and done with, but even if that’s true, it doesn't mean that part of my past is erased! At any given moment, someone from that past could show up. They could come looking for me - Looking for revenge, and God forbid Hollie gets wrapped up in the consequences. She already has been with all this damn super soldier serum crap and look what happened! She could’ve been killed back there! One wrong move and it would’ve been her instead of Lamar.

“...I -...I can't lose her again, Sam…” Bucky’s free hand rips through his hair, gripping at strands as he lets out a stammered breath that’s barely choking back a sob, “Fuck, I can't live with that all over again. (Y/n) was the only reason I was able to the first time around. I can’t do it without either of them..."

Sam frowns, wordlessly watching his friend’s breakdown in quiet contemplation. He had a feeling that something like guilt would be Bucky’s motivation behind rejecting you. Seeing his reaction to your injury back in Latvia only seemed to confirm it, but this is much worse than he thought.

Returning his drink to his lips, he hesitates for a second before committing to a response, “...So you decided to avoid her, causing her all this heartbreak and stress in the moment to avoid the possibility - not even a guarantee, just a possibility that she could get hurt in the future if she keeps associating with you?"

"...She already wasted a life on me. I thought that if I could push her away - If I didn’t give her a choice in being together, maybe even make her hate me and leave on her own - that she'd be able to move onto better things. Find someone who could actually give her what she de -"

"- That's fucked up, man," Sam remarks harshly while finally taking that sip of his beer.

Bucky groans at the lack of sympathy he receives, however he voices no arguments for his own defense. Instead he takes full responsibility for his actions, dropping his head into his hand in defeat. Sam’s right. It is fucked up of him. He’s a complete asshole and his ‘buddy’ doesn’t stop himself from rubbing it in further:

“You know, there are guys out there who would kill just to have a girl look at them once with the amount of love and respect as they did you. You had a girl who was so whipped for your sorry ass that she chased you around through not just one, but two lifetimes, yet instead of considering yourself lucky, you decided to punish the two of you for basically no reason…And I’m gonna take a wild guess in saying you never once told them any of this, did you?”

“You know what they’re like, Sam. If I told them the truth, they’d just find all the more reason to hold on tighter and dig their feet into the ground…There’d be no convincing them to leave even if for their own good.”

Sam snorts, "Yeah, you're probably right about that. It seems that Stark stubbornness is strong enough to bleed into different lives…but you know, stubbornness like that isn’t always a bad thing. It just goes to show how much you mean to them and how much they're willing to fight for you.

“...I think you need to just be honest with them. Don’t you think you at least owe them that? I mean, in your own scrambled logic, they’ve already sacrificed a lot for you, right? Might as well pay back some of that debt by facing them like a man and saying what’s on your mind. Otherwise they’re just gonna go on thinking that they were somehow the issue while you’ll be left moping around in self pity with no resolution in sight for all this drama you created.”

Bucky huffs at Sam’s pointed blame, although he does still contemplate his advice. You probably hate him by now - No, you definitely hate him after the way he’s been treating you. Would you even care to give him the time of day to explain things? You’ve already tried that to no anvil. It’s a little too late to apologize, but like Sam said, if he doesn’t, will this feeling of guilt ever go away?

Sam sighs again, this time setting his bottle down on the dock with a 'clink' before standing up, "...Tell you what: you can stay at my sister's house with us for the night. In the morning, I'll make a big o' breakfast which you'll use as fuel to get your ass to (Y/n)'s place where you'll both talk things out like the grown adults that you are...Deal?"

Bucky rotates his grip on his bottle, glancing through the corner of his eyes at the hand Sam holds out towards him before at last taking it, "...Deal."

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hear me out... jjk characters at the cookout

jjk characters at the cookout

tags: headcanons, gn!reader, black!reader a/n: honestly this sent me into an intellectual overdrive. the hold jjk has on the black community needs to be studied

suguru

bro says "monkey" one time and gets jumped

he's pretty chill

suguru can take a joke and toss them right back with a grin and feel completely relaxed

he is punctual when he wants to leave thouh and will side eye if you told him "we're gonna leave" and you're still there an hour later

overall he enjoys himself. family is important to him so it means a lot to suguru to be included and accepted by yours

your older relatives might ask a bit about his gauges but he's classy enough that it doesn't matter by the end of the conversation. suguru is quite charming when he wants to be

yuuji

"i like em tall with a fat ass like megan thee stallion"

yuuji won over your cousins pretty much immediately with one take and one take alone

you leave yuuji alone for one second and the mf has a coordinated dance with them and your family is hyping them up

your family would honestly adore yuuji, he fits right in

he had them in a loving death grip when he said he was ready for the collard greens, beans, potatoes, tomatoes, lamb, ram, hog mog

falls right into the trap of staying way longer than you planned even though you started saying your goodbyes 45 minutes ago

can perfectly quote katt william's "whose goddamn white baby is this?" scene

promises to bring his older brothers to the next family get together

the guy your aunties call 'baby' with all the affection in the world

somehow knows all the dances? candy by cameo comes on and an uncle goes "what you know about this right here, young buck?"

passed his test with ease. like, do not come to the next get together without yuuji. they will notice

megumi

he wouldn't realize that your family is just teasing and wonder if they legitimately don't like him until you reassure him it's just familial roasting. just say something dumb right back, megumi

has to be dragged out the corner to really interact with anybody else

megumi isn't really a party person and an extrovert but due to most of his close circle being extroverted, he does know how to manage his energy so he isn't completely drained after a short while of being there

answers all questions about your relationship seriously and sincerely

megumi might be quiet but your family likes his honesty. bring his ass back next time

satoru

honorary light skin

toji

honorary dark skin

kento

the man your cousins wish they had; he's literally the epitome of "as a man, you should be doing x, y and z". you know it and when you bring him over, your family knows it

he helped with the dishes without even being prompted and hearts were stolen

being a foodie, kento will be grabbing seconds and knowing your family he won't be leaving empty handed either

he's invited to breakfast by your mom before you leave

mostly needs to be sought out for interactions like megumi. he won't turn anyone away, he welcomes the conversations he's just not a big go getter

you can convince him to dance when a slow jam comes on and enjoys how your face lights up in recognition when older songs your parents played in your childhood comes on

like yuuji, if you don't bring kento to the next family get together don't even bother coming because they'll ask over and over again why he couldn't make it

satoru fr this time

his ass cannot stay out of the banana pudding. so much so, most of the leftovers you take home are just containers of it. says he'll leave you if you don't learn the family recipe

like suguru, satoru can handle your family's teasing and he teases right back

let's your younger cousins wear his sunglasses if they ask

"wait if they're called tony toni toné why aren't none of them called tony?" "satoru please don't ask this right now" "no because-"

if they didn't know you were dating someone before you brought satoru over, they'd definitely know when he arrives. he's always draped over you and he's happy to let the world know

when pulled to the side to ask if he's serious about the relationship, satoru's usual bravado drops to tell your relative calmly he's 100% serious

he's a good time. dances even if he doesn't know the songs, sings along when he does and he'll leave somehow knowing everyone's names when you don't even remember half of who showed up

toji fr this time

fits in surprisingly well, your family is a hell of a lot better than his

tall, charismatic, got a deep voice and big feet. you and your cousins will be gossiping and swooning about it

toji is no stranger to being on a family's least favorite list. he's got plenty experience from his relatives, he only cares that megumi and tsumiki are treated well when he brings them along. if they're treated right, toji has no problems

danced with a good chunk of your aunties, your mom and a cousin or two in order to cement winning them over successfully but you got the most dances out of all of them

"someone's been quite busy, mr i don't care if they like me or not" "i don't but it doesn't hurt to gain approval anyway. your aunt virginia already invited me to her son's wedding" "i haven't even gotten my invite to quan's wedding yet" "sounds like i'm the family favorite to me"