#and challenge him to increasingly dangerous situations

[aaandbackstabbed]

Huey: Don’t you realise you could die?

Dewey: I’m not going to die. I’m twelve?

Huey: And so you can’t die?

Dewey: I just don’t see it happening.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

I decided to redraw one of my earliest Tintin fancomics! I've been drawing Tintin fanart for a bit before I started posting online.

I can imagine Tintin having a tumultuous relationship with his editor, hardly ever being in the office and having a very low rate of writing articles. Tintin's increasingly liberal politics also clash with the newspaper's conservative values. Tintin and his editor frequently argue over this but Tintin almost always wins out, as he is aware that it is his articles that sell the paper. His editor is reluctant to let go of his golden goose.

More headcanon under the Read More! It's background stuff and things about his editor.

Tintin started his journalism career at just 14, and seeing the dangerous situations he is sent into in his early stories suggests to me that whoever hired him didn't have his best interests at heart. I can imagine his editor taking advantage of Tintin's ambition and naivety, while styling himself as a sort of father figure to the newspaper he runs. I based him off of the editor we see at the very start of Tintin in the Land of the Soviets!

His editor hires him after Tintin demonstrates remarkable skills in investigative journalism, uncovering local corruption for his school paper. He takes advantage of Tintin's naivety, sending him off to various countries to write conservative propaganda pieces for the paper. He hopes Tintin will be easy to groom into a conservative pundit, but after witnessing atrocities and coming into contact with people from different walks of life, Tintin finds himself unlearning a lot of harmful beliefs he was raised with. After he earns global recognition in Tintin in America, Tintin leverages his star power to ensure less editorial interference with his work. His journey away from conservatism is kickstarted upon befriending Chang, who directly challenges a lot of his preconceptions.

Tintin stays with the paper under the misguided belief that he can steer the publication in a better direction with his influence. Deep down he also feels he owes his editor, as it was him who gave Tintin a platform and an oppurtunity to escape his situation, being raised in an orphanage and being deeply unhappy in school. His editor also frequently points out that other papers will not be as lenient with his low turnover rate of articles, and that he's lucky he's still with them.

After Tintin gets Chang a job there as his photographer, Chang ends up befriending a lot of the staff. He's one of the few non white staff members there, which causes quite the stir. While Chang is grateful for the job, he becomes increasingly uncomfortable with working for them the more he learns about the paper. He tells Tintin that by staying there, he's only legitimising the publication.

Tensions at the paper start rising as political tension rises in Europe. Tintin, Chang, and a lot of staff notice their editor acting erratically and making strange demands...

[venussaidso]

Saturn Dominant Themes — 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟗

In my research, I was delighted to find the magic which resides in the nakshatra Anuradha. Unfortunately, I haven't yet understood Vishakha so I cannot speak on the spiritual journey of Anuradha coming from Vishakha. But there is something about Anuradha that is so powerful that it stands on its own.

This nakshatra literally has the power of transformation (8H) through imagination (mostly occultism but I will be touching a lot on fantasy in this post). It is symbolized by the lotus, a flower that is able to grow in dirty waters as long as there is stillness. This is interesting as I often associate this water sign with a muddy pond-- which would signify Scorpio's ability to navigate through the murky or unseen aspects of life.

In Anuradha, Scorpio uses imagination as a tool to explore themes of humanity or challenge societal norms. Reality can be so harsh for Anuradha that it often escapes to pure fantasies, if not the occult, where they can actually take lessons from other worlds and transform for the better. Here, the still waters represent the real world for Anuradha; reality can be so oppressive and unchanging, and yet the lotus still grows despite its powerlessness over the waters. Their real power is learned from other realms. Here it is imagination that develops the resilience of Anuradha, this resilience and their newfound power signifying Saturn which is the lord that rules over this nakshatra.

The best film to first mention is "Pan's Labyrinth", which is written and directed by Guillermo del Toro who is Anuradha Moon. There is also a book version which was written by him and co-written by Cornelia Funke who is also Anuradha Moon.

The story follows a little girl who lives in the harsh realities of post-war Spain in 1944. She travels with her pregnant mother to go live with a sadistic, psychopathic military officer -- that happens to be her stepfather -- in an extremely isolated area (8H/signs of coming danger).

The little girl discovers a mysterious labyrinth near this remote area, and she meets a mythological creature who reveals to her that she is the reincarnation of the Princess of the Underworld. This faun-like creature then gives her three life-risking tasks to prove herself as the rightful ruler of the Underworld.

A little similar to Alice In Wonderland, as she navigates this magical, fantasy realm in which she encounters many other mythical creatures. Her reality outside remains the same. She still lives under the authority of her evil stepfather who becomes increasingly violent and overbearing. Yet, despite her unchanging reality, the tasks that she was assigned to in the labyrinth prove to be a metaphor of her strength, resilience, and her transformation which helps her face the harsher real world while still retaining her innocence/imagination and morality.

The oppressive figure in her life is something of a prominent theme for Saturn nakshatras so it is interesting how it plays into Anuradha; and how the tasks she was assigned to in this mystical world push her beyond her comfort zone which is Saturn simply refining her through difficulties and the 8H putting her in extremely dangerous situations.

Despite this story being the epitome of Anuradha, I still have some more examples.

The movie "Bridge to Terabithia"; which is about an artistically-driven boy who befriends a girl who is known for her creativity & imagination (played by Anna Sophia Robb who has Rahu in Anuradha). This movie is based on the book with the same name written by Anuradha Moon Katherine Paterson who literally explores the themes of resilience built from imagination to overcome harsh reality.

The two friends team up in creating an imaginary kingdom called Terabithia just in the woods near where they live. This kingdom becomes a place they escape to when they go through extreme difficulties that they as kids are powerless in. They use their imaginations to overcome challenges and build their confidence through.

And, "The Chronicles of Narnia" which was written by C.S. Lewis who was Anuradha Sun.

The story follows the Pevensie siblings during the harsh and challenging reality of World War II. They lived in London but have moved to the countryside due to the bombing raids which have affected their homes. Very interesting how this story also sets in around the times of war where there is loss of all comfort and security -- much like Pan's Labyrinth. Both very 8H themed.

Also, Pevensie siblings are almost all Saturn-ruled nakshatra moons.

And Lucy Pevensie, who is played by Anuradha Moon Georgina Helen Henley, is actually the one who first discovered the world Narnia through the wardrobe (another gateway similar to the labyrinth in the Pan's Labyrinth).

C.S Lewis explored many universal moral and ethical concepts by using Narnia as a sort of playground to take the Pevensie siblings through a journey of self-discovery, redemption, and transformations with many dilemmas they have to face which further builds virtuous character/resilience. They come out all the more wiser and better as people from their journey in Narnia -- and this leads to their eventual crowning as kings and queens of Narnia which further signifies the rewards reaped from Saturn from the total refinement and transformations.

And Aslan, who was voiced by Anuradha Moon Liam Neeson, is an agent of transformation and great influence on each characters' path to growth/redemption.

He encourages virtues such as courage, strength, kindness and sacrifice. His character is very pure, and he even acts as a father figure especially to the youngest sibling, Lucy, who is also Anuradha Moon.

Very interesting how Aslan literally is an important role in the natural order of Narnia as his presence seems to be closely tied with the changing of the seasons and the restoration of harmony in the world of Narnia. This literally bears a resemblance to Lord Mitra's role in maintaining cosmic order and harmony in the universe. Very similarly to Mitra, Aslan embodies virtues like justice and nobility. This character is the embodiment of the retained purity of one's soul in a world full of the push-&-pull of good and evil forces.

Now onto Alice in Wonderland, which was written by Lewis Carroll who was a double Anuradha.

Now, Alice does not seem to come from any hardships at all. She is simply portrayed as a curious little girl whose character still grows in Wonderland. The story shows how she struggles with her identity and fitting in in Wonderland, as this world challenges everything she thought she knew. I did establish that Anuradha seems to use fantasy as a canvas to challenge norms, logic and point to the absurdity of societal norms. These themes are leaning in Ketu territories, and it can validate Scorpio being co-ruled by Ketu as perceptions of reality and the fluidity of truth is often highlighted throughout the story. Especially through the characters Chesire Cat and the Mad Hatter.

A little off topic, but very interesting that Chesire Cat was voiced by Swati Sun Jim Cummings in the 1951 film version and the 2010 version was voiced by Magha Sun&ASC Stephen Fry which is literally just a darker version of the character. This character is very nodal influenced as it understands the madness in Wonderland, shamelessly embracing the absurd nature of the world which may or may not be illusory. (Also, Mad Hatter -- in the 1951 film -- was voiced by Swati Sun Ed Wynn AND Johnny Depp played a darker version of the Mad Hatter in the 2010 film and he has his Ketu conjunct his Moon).

Anyways, Lewis Carroll actually uses the Mad Hatter to shed light on the societal issues of that era. Anuradha utilizing fiction and imagination as a tool to explore Nodal themes would make sense as they have an understanding that the world doesn't really change (but that doesn't stop one from transformation/education). Anuradha is supposed to reject societal norms, but natives can feel really stifled by their reality and even by themselves sometimes.

But this nakshatra literally can unlock the power of bringing imagination to life, which is shown in an obviously exaggerated way in the book "Inkheart" written by Anuradha Moon Cornelia Funke. And the movie based on that was actually directed by Anuradha Sun Iain Softley. This story is about a man, named Silvertongue, who has the ability to bring fictional characters to life from simply just reading a book aloud.

Very interesting that 'Silvertongue' is portrayed by a Jyestha Sun -- Mercury being a function in him speaking things to life.

Now, Anuradha is a Saturn nakshatra which obviously means that the other nakshatras ruled by the same lord will trine it and pick up on very similar themes. So just gonna throw some examples out there.

Like the film "Jumanji" (1995) which starred Pushya Sun Robin Williams who plays a character that got sucked into the world of a mysterious board game since he was a kid. He's brought back to the real world when he's his adult self (Anuradha/Saturn theme of growing and learning survival in another realm) -- but his release comes with the cost of the creatures from the board game being brought into the real-world to wreak havoc. The movie is just a bit similar to Inkheart, in the element of two different worlds colliding; as in Inkheart, the character Silvertongue brings a fictional villain into the real world which leads to a series of dangerous events.

The film "Jumanji" is directed by Joe Johnston who has Rahu in Uttara Bhadrapada and the movie is based on a children's book with the same name written by Uttara Bhadrapada Moon Chris Van Allsburg.

The animated film "Caroline" is written and directed by Anuradha Sun Henry Selick, based on the book with the same name which is written by Pushya Moon author Neil Gaiman.

This story follows a young girl, voiced by Pushya Moon Dakota Fanning, who finds a secret hidden door in the new home she just moved in with her parents. This doorway leads to a parallel world where her 'Other mother' and 'Other father' seem so loving towards her as compared to her real parents who neglect her and are always so busy.

Her 'Other parents' are so attentive to her every desire but as Caroline explores this very twisted reality, she discovers just how sinister 'Other mother' is and the world that was once so perfect to her was actually designed as a trap to keep her there (4H themes). Despite this film having the Anuradha outline of the native finding a doorway to another world, this trope of the evil mother is literally Pushya-coded. Actually, I'll quickly touch on this as this is what I got so far regarding Pushya:

In the film "Tangled", Rapunzel -- voiced by Pushya Moon Mandy Moore -- has been continuously manipulated and exploited by her mother figure, Gothel, who has designed the tower, with which they lived in, as a way to trap Rapunzel in so that she never leaves her side, so that she'll continue exploiting her for the rest of her life. Very obvious that these are Cancer/4H themes mixed together with Saturn -- making the mother the oppressive figure in this Saturnian's life.

I find it interesting that Pushya Sun Gypsy Rose literally identified herself with Rapunzel, having even once said that "Tangled" is her favourite movie. It makes so much sense with what her mother put her through, she literally is Rapunzel in the real world if you think about it.

There is a movie already out that's based on her life events, and she is of course played by a Pushya Sun actress Joey King, in the film "The Act".

Anyways back to Saturn nakshatras being otherwordly; the author of "The Shadowhunters" books is Pushya Sun Cassandra Clare.

There are two media adaptions of her books, and it is fitting that they both star Saturn nakshatra women playing the same character, 'Clary'. At the start of the story, Clary is able to perceive creatures, symbols and buildings invisible to the regular human's eye. She is then involuntarily pulled into a whole new world she didn't think possible, and her character grows from there as she befriends different beings.

In the series version, Anuradha Sun&Moon Katherine McNamara portrays Clary. And the film version, Uttara Bhadrapada Sun Lily Collins plays Clary.

Clary, in the beginning of the story, being able to perceive what any other human couldn't pick up on and being played by both an Anuradha and an Uttara Bhadrapada makes a lot of sense. Anuradha is the truth seeker and Uttara Bhadrapada's deity contains the truths of the world. In the film "The Golden Compass", a young girl discovers a fascinating device, called Golden Compass, which can reveal the truth and answer to any question asked of it.

Any truth she seeks, the answer is always so close. The truth will be easily perceivable to a gifted Saturn nakshatra. The movie of this film is directed by Anuradha Sun Chris Weitz.

Now, my last example. The film "The Neverending Story" is directed by a Ketu in Uttara Bhadrapada native Wolfgang Petersen. The story follows a boy who becomes immersed with a fantasy storybook.

This boy faces hardships in his reality; not only is he bullied at school but he's also experiencing the grief from the loss of his mother. In this film there is no secret doorway that leads to an otherworldly adventure, but the boy becomes deeply engrossed in the fantasy book. He finds himself deeply connecting with the fictional characters, and especially with the events in the book to such an extent that his own life starts to literally intertwine with the storybook.

His life begins to not only reflect but also impact the events occurring in the book. The line between his real life and the story literally becomes blurred. This being a theme in Anuradha which emphasizes the bridge of humanity between other worlds and our "real" world.

Anuradha builds a bridge between extremes that most people don't care to consider in their personal lives. Being under Saturn makes it feel impossible to physically overcome hardships and it is in this nakshatra that there is a theme of finding solace in imagination, but also building oneself from imagination as reality/circumstances can make it impossible to grow. This is a profound lesson from all Saturn nakshatras, but this is the main theme for Anuradha being ruled by the 8H. It is the 8H that makes us go within and explore our own realms and face the shadows of our subconscious mind to come out transformed & elevated -- thus rising above circumstances we were once powerless in. In Anuradha, innocence and purity is retained despite how destructive the 8H/Saturn and the reality it creates is. Again, going right back to the lotus growing in the still, muddy waters.

[weirdplutoprince]

Trauma in Solo leveling

Always haunted by what could have been of Solo Leveling if the narrative acknowledged the inherent trauma vision that guides most of Jin-Woo's actions through the series instead of glorifying him for that.

Like, it is pretty clear to me from the start that a lot of his obsession with self reliance and his increasingly cynical views of the world ("The weak are destined to be betrayed") are a direct response to the double dungeon incident, and in more ways than we initially realize.

I think it's particularly obvious in the way he is paralled with Lee Joohee; while they're both shown to be traumatized from their encounter, Joohee is supposedly 'worse off' than him. She has noticeable flashbacks to that episode and withdraws from life and work in an attempt to avoid possible triggers - becoming paralysed when she fails to do so. And because, while also afraid, Jin-Woo is instead making a point to return to dungeons we are very clearly meant to think that he is moving on when she is not. ...Except that he isn't.

Because, you see, along with withdrawing, the reenactment of a traumatic event is also a very common response to trauma. And so is the risky behaviour that might come with it. And what does Jin-Woo does as soon as he's able to leave the hospital again? Immediately throw himself into dungeons, alone, with a clear disregard for personal safety and an extreme need to both prove himself and give meaning to his near death experience before.

Not only does he goes right back into the very same place his trauma took place, but he seems to subconsciously be trying to recreate said event in a way that gives him control of the situation. This time, he wasn't abandoned to die alone in a dungeon: he did it himself, willingly. He placed himself in that position. And later on, when he risks himself with shady parties he expects to betray him, he seems almost content; once again putting himself in risk by creating a scenario where he is 'abandoned' and 'betrayed' but where he can come off on top. He is desperate to both have his belief confirmed that someone perceived as a weak hunter like he is will always be betrayed, always be left behind, and to fight that supposed fate. To prove that he has 'fixed' this aspect of himself and will thus not fall victim to that consequences of that abandoment again. In fact, he is so detatched from the current scene that he deliberately ignores the fact Yoo Jinho challenges those believes by protecting Jin-Woo, whom he believes to be an E rank at that point.

And were this any other story, all his development from then on would prove the faults of this mindset. The dangers of self reliance, of cutting yourself off from any support network, from depriving himself of any sort of meaningful trust or vulnerability with others. But instead, we're meant to respect the fact he is increasingly isolated from everyone else. That he becomes cold, emotionally withdrawn and paranoid (his refusal to join any of the existing guilds always felt to me like his need for control taken to extreme, plus the fact he could not deal with how exposed he felt working with others again). And I think that's really sad.

It would have been really interesting to have a story that is willing to challenge the notion that he is better off alone, and that trust in others is ultimately unecessary. And that would acknowledged the strength necessary to allow himself to trust and be vulnerable after everything - and the importance of surrounding himself with people he loves and knows will protect him too. Sad 😔

[doumadono]

My sincerest congratulations on your milestone, hon! 🎉🥳 I want to request "Realizing they’re falling in love" with Dabi, Hawks, Shoto and Bakugo, if possible in headcanons format

BNHA boys realizing they’re in love - headcanons

A/N: thank you oh so much, love! Your support means the world to me ♥

MASTERLIST

Dabi

Dabi's realization that he's falling in love is marked by an internal struggle. He's fiercely independent and has always believed that emotions are a weakness, so acknowledging his feelings is a battle against his own principles.

His attraction is laced with a sense of danger and forbidden allure. Dabi finds himself drawn to your unwavering determination and willingness to stand by his side, even as he remains shrouded in mystery.

As Dabi falls deeper, his rough demeanor occasionally melts away, revealing a more tender side. He may let his guard down when you're alone, sharing stories from his past or allowing a genuine smile to grace his lips, only for it to vanish as quickly as it came.

He often finds himself lost in thought, pondering whether he deserves happiness or if his actions have forever condemned him to a life of darkness.

He starts paying more attention to the details of your interactions, almost obsessively analyzing every word and gesture. Dabi's internal struggle manifests in his occasional distance, as he battles his own inner demons.

While uncertainties may still linger, he's come to realize that the depth of his emotions is a strength, and that love perhaps has the power to reshape not only his destiny, but also his perception of himself.

Hawks

Hawks' realization that he's falling in love comes with a mix of surprise and intrigue. He's used to navigating complex situations, but matters of the heart have always been a bit of a blind spot for him.

His attraction to you is accompanied by a desire to make you smile. Hawks becomes increasingly attuned to your moods and goes out of his way to provide comfort and support, often resorting to his sense of humor to lighten the mood.

He finds himself seeking out your company not only during downtime but also in the midst of his hero duties. Hawks secretly enjoys your conversations and becomes a master at multitasking, balancing his work and his growing affection.

Hawks' love is built on mutual respect and a shared sense of purpose. He's attracted to your determination and your unwavering belief in the importance of heroism, and he finds himself more drawn to you as you work together to make the world a better place.

Despite his easygoing facade, Hawks experiences moments of vulnerability when he's alone with his thoughts. He questions whether he's capable of reciprocating your feelings and worries about the impact his dangerous lifestyle might have on your potential relationship.

Hawks' journey towards embracing his feelings becomes an integral part of his character development. He learns that vulnerability doesn't equate to weakness and that opening his heart might be his most courageous act yet. As he navigates this new territory, Hawks finds himself on a path of self-discovery, growth, and a deeper understanding of what it truly means to be a hero.

Shoto

Shoto's realization that he's falling in love is marked by a quiet and introspective process. He's used to keeping his emotions in check, so acknowledging his feelings takes time and careful contemplation.

His attraction is rooted in a deep admiration for your strength and kindness. Shoto finds himself drawn to your unwavering support, especially during moments when he grapples with his past and the complexities of his family.

He might leave a carefully selected book on your desk or prepare a warm cup of tea after a particularly challenging day, using his own experiences to empathize with your struggles.

He becomes more open about his own emotions as he navigates his feelings for you. Shoto shares his thoughts about his parents and siblings, his struggles with his dual Quirks, and his dreams for the future, creating a deeper level of understanding between you.

Shoto's love is quiet but steadfast. He's willing to stand by your side through thick and thin, offering his unwavering support and stability even as he continues to grapple with his own inner conflicts.

He finds solace in the simple act of holding your hand or sharing a comfortable silence, allowing your presence to be a source of healing and reassurance.

Bakugo

Bakugo's realization that he's falling in love is met with intense frustration. He's not one to easily acknowledge his emotions, and the idea of being vulnerable in this way infuriates him.

His attraction is laced with a mix of admiration and exasperation. Bakugo finds himself drawn to your ability to stand your ground against him, even as he struggles to come to terms with his own feelings.

Bakugo's expressing his affection through action rather than words. He might go out of his way to train with you, pushing both of you to your limits, or subtly lend you a hand when you least expect it.

He starts showing a more protective side, even if he tries to hide it behind his explosive temper. Bakugo's concern for your safety becomes evident when he's more willing to work as a team and takes extra precautions during battles.

Bakugo's love is fiery and intense. He becomes fiercely loyal and is willing to face any challenge head-on to ensure your happiness and well-being.

Despite his gruff exterior, Bakugo experiences moments of inner turmoil. He's torn between his pride and his growing feelings, leading to inner monologues where he wrestles with his own vulnerability. "Damn it, fucking shit, why does this have to happen? Stupid emotions! I don't have time for this crap!"

Bakugo's gradually letting his guard down in your presence. He might crack a rare smile or engage in playful banter, allowing glimpses of his more genuine self to shine through.

[nahoney22]

Hey! Congratulations on 4k followers bestie! I’m going to slide in a Captain Rex request if you don’t mind. Perhaps a steamy & smutty, forbidden love trope with a female Jedi? 😈 I just know you could work some magic! Many thanks of you choose to do this 💖

Hush, Don’t Tell the General***

Captain Rex X F!JediReader

word count: 2k

The tensions were thick after todays mission and you and Rex had to be alone together one way or another.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Minors will be blocked if i see you interact. Explicit sexual content, explicit language, female reader, established secret relationship, forbidden love, p in v, slightly rough sex, semi-public sex, wall sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talk, praises, fluff but also a little bit of angst if you squint. Pre Order 66.

"Another smooth operation, Anakin," Obi-Wan remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It was a tone you had grown accustomed to after the countless missions combating the separatist forces that you had been doing with Obi-Wan and Anakin. And given the situation, Obi-Wan's displeasure was quite understandable.

As a Jedi yourself, you’re typically calm and collected as well as precise in your tactics but Anakin was… something else.

The odds had turned grim and a sinking feeling made you wonder if you'd ever even see another day. However, a particular Captain of the 501st, ensured you escaped with minor injuries. Maybe a few bumps and bruises but nothing too severe.

Anakin, ever the defiant one, retorted, "It's not like I anticipated their reinforcements, Master." He paused, rolling his eyes, "But, let's admit it, it was fun ."

"’Fun’ is hardly the word I'd choose," you said, shaking off some dust from your attire.

Anakin smirked, "Well, the mission was a success. Besides, you had Rex and you were out of that building in the nick of time."

As Rex moved closer, you cast him a sidelong glance. "Barely in time to avoid becoming ash," you pointed out.

Rex meets your gaze and something shifts in Rex's expression. Was that anger? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you were certain it wasn’t directed at you.

"Excuse me," you say eventually, pulling away from the intense gaze of the Clone as well as the incessant bickering of General Kenobi and his Padawan, "I need some fresh air."

Rex's watchful eyes follow you, and you offer a fleeting glance back with a hint of a smile before you're enveloped by the cooling evening.

Wandering the perimeter of the Jedi temple that evening, your mind is seemingly in the clouds as the setting sun paints long shadows on the ground.

But then, you sense a presence. You slip into a hidden alcove and wait. The unmistakable sound of footsteps soon follows.

"You always seem to know where to find me, Captain," you remark without turning, arms folded cockily over your chest upon hearing Rex draw nearer.

"It's all about instincts, General. You told me that."

In a seamless move, his arms encircle you, pulling you close, the warmth of his breath ghosting over the nape of your neck. "Today was... challenging," he murmurs, lips ever so gently brushing against your warm skin that sends ripples of pleasure through you.

"I sense you’re troubled, Captain," you observe, sinking into his embrace as his hold on you becomes more pronounced. "What's on your mind?"

"Today was a close call. Too close. Skywalker's tactics have grown increasingly unpredictable since Ahsoka left," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. As you meet his gaze, your hand gently cradles his face. “I could’ve killed him by putting you in danger like that.”

Seeing Rex angry was a rarity but like he said, today was a close call. His scowl was sharp but as you gently touch him, you see his resolve settle.

"I'm still here thanks to you," you reassure with a soft smile. "Though I can't deny that I've felt a disturbance in the Force around Anakin."

Rex peers deeply into your eyes, searching for answers. "Is this something he's shared with you or just a Jedi intuition?"

"Anakin and I aren't close in that way; he doesn't share his personal struggles with me." You take a step back, leaning against the cool wall, eyes drawn to the now moonlit sky. "However, I trust in General Kenobi's guidance. Training a Padawan is a complex task."

"Seems you've got a somewhat good read on him," he states before you feel the familiar warmth of Rex's body as he leans in. His eyes lock onto yours. "I just wish Skywalker would think twice before jumping headfirst into danger. Putting you in danger.”

"You're concerned about him," you observe, lifting your hand to trace the line of his jaw.

“He’s my General. And… a good friend.” He sighs but then smiles softly upon feeling the delicacy of your fingers tracing along his jaw. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now, I want to talk about my Jedi.”

"Is that so?" Your voice dances with amusement, heart quickening as he draws you in tighter, heat radiating from the closeness. "What do you want to know?"

"How do you go days without our secret moments?" he asks, voice husky with emotion, fingers cradling you just so as he flushes his body against yours. “How can you cope without me being inside you for so long?”

Time had blurred; days, maybe a week or two since your last stolen moment. But for Rex, the longing was evident. As a Jedi however, detachment was part of your teachings, yet Rex was your exception, your beautiful secret. A relationship shadowed in secrecy, known to none, and hopefully, it would remain that way.

You shudder at his words, a heat already panging in your core. He towers over you, his armor making him look larger than he was but not far off.

It’s dominant and striking but so welcoming when his lips descend upon yours after so long, throwing your head back against the wall the force of his kiss.

His hands bite into your hips and you reciprocate by sinking your teeth into his lower lip, a groan deep in his throat. “Naughty girl,” he groans playfully before he pulls away and physically rips apart your Jedi robes, exposing your skin to the cool air.

“Rex!” You squeak in surprise. When you first got together you were pleasantly surprised at his dominating role in the bedroom but to see him so riled up, and in a somewhat public space, was quite unusual yet very exciting. How long had he been missing you?

“I need to have you, I need you so much.” He moves his lips down your neck, kissing over your now exposed collarbones and just over your breasts, cupping them with his hands that had you mewling into his embrace.

“What if someone sees us?”

“I don’t care.” He grumbles, exposing your left breast from under your bra and you let out the faintest whine as his lips latch to youth nipple, sucking delicately.

You cock your leg up, his arm instinctively wrapping under your thigh and keeping it hoisted as he pushes more into you, his length aching behind his codpiece. You held the back of his head, fingers caressing his blonde buzz cut as he flicked your stiffened bud with his tongue before soon, his hand invited its way into your panties.

“Gods, you’re wet,” he almost shivers at the sensation of your juices between your folds, his index and forefinger collecting your slick before he pulls out and you watch in utmost awe as he takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks the taste off, “I’ve missed your pussy.”

“Is that so?” You grin, bringing his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his lips and then wrestling your tongue with his. As if to say ‘and I’ve missed your cock’, your hands move towards his codpiece, letting it clatter to the floor before pulling his warm, twitching cock free.

This time he does shudder. The touch of your hand causes him to groan and naturally start to rut into your grasp as you begin stroking rhythmically at his cock. All the while he tugged at your panties, bunching them up to the side and grabbing your thigh again and bringing you near. “Do you want me to fuck you? Here? Right now?”

You couldn’t deny that there was a risk in all this, being caught would be the end of both of your lives as a Jedi and as a Clone Captain but as he pawed at your pussy again, your pussy throbbed in attic patios and he was too good to resist. You nod eagerly, whimpering as he doesn’t hesitate to push his tip against your entrance as you move your hips forward. “Yes,” you gasp, “yes, fuck me Captain.”

When Rex raised your leg just an inch higher, he slammed his hips forward, plunging his cock into your slippery core; drawing a strangled gasp from the pair of you.

“Oh fuck!” He grunts, his cock adjusting to your walls before he begins to pummel you against the wall, feeling your body react to every thrust he gave.

“Rex,” you whimper his name almost pathetically, hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life as his thrusts become intoxicating, making you sob so loud in pleasure that it covers the sound of his thighs and balls slapping lewdly against your exposed skin.

One thrust in particular had you moaning out loud that one hand came up and moved to bury your head into his neck, tutting at you teasingly, “Hush now my beautiful Jedi, we don’t want to draw any attention to us do we?” But he doesn’t help himself as his hand drops from your thigh to play softly at your clit, while the roll of his hips remain sharp and precise with every word.

“It’s s-so good,” you pant, teeth nipping at the skin of his neck, beautifully scented with a little tinge of sweat.

“And you’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” He cooes, “you sound so precious when you’re needy.”

Your head rolled back, stars starting to blur your vision and not just from the night sky. His fingers worked relentlessly at your clit as he fucks you and you wanted to quip that he was the needy one but you didn’t want to risk an intense reaction that has people come looking. “I’m not g-gonna last any longer Rex, please let me cum.”

“You want to cum, darling? You want to come on your Captain’s cock?” He chuckles darkly, his own movements staggering as he breathes through shaken breaths. “Are you going to let me fill you up?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes! Please cum in me.”

“Always so polite.” He grins, grunting as his high begins to hit. “I’m going to fill you with so much cum that you won’t need me for another week. C’mon, lift your leg a little - that’s right - good girl.” He murmured beautifully, pushing his cock in and out of your pussy lazily.

He could feel your body tensing, knowing that your orgasm wasn’t far. Nor for him either. Your body felt like it was on fire, the need and desire from him after just a few weeks of not being able to touch another was unbearable. And as he asks you if you’re ready to cum, you nodded obediently and he upped the momentum of his fingers between your legs.

Suddenly, the coil in you snapped and you went limp under him, Rex catching you quickly as you buried your face into his neck, muffling your wanton screams of delight. He groaned, low and guttural as he summoned a final slam of his cock into your core once more, coming undone to the feeling of his cock buried deep in you as your juices dripped down his length.

“I love you,” he says tenderly, “I love you so much.”

Rex's confession, whispered with an earnestness that sends shivers down your spine, tugs at your heart. "I love you too," you breathe out, pulling him into a gentle, lingering kiss. Every moment with him was precious, and every goodbye, a horrible heartache.

After a few tender moments, you both recognize the danger of lingering. The reality of your situation quickly comes crashing back. Straightening your attire and composing yourselves, the weight of the galaxy settles back onto your shoulders.

"We'll find our moment again soon," Rex promises, his voice thick with emotion, matching the emotions in your eyes.

"Stay safe, Captain" you murmur, gently letting go of him.

“And you, General.”

Although the war seemed unending and your secret rendezvous scarce, deep down you held onto hope. Hope that one day the galaxy would be at peace, and you and Rex could be free to be together.

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[lia1512]

Elijah Mikaelson x wife reader

Flirtatious Damon Salvatore

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Mystic Falls had always been a town steeped in secrets, from its deep-rooted vampire history to the enigmatic creatures that roamed its dark woods. But among these mysteries, there was one that had endured for centuries—a love story that transcended time and supernatural boundaries.

Elijah Mikaelson, the noble and stoic Original vampire, had been married to you, his beloved wife, since the days when you were both mere mortals. Your love had endured the test of time, from your human days to your transition into immortality. Through every trial and tribulation, you and Elijah stood by each other's side.

It was a crisp autumn evening in Mystic Falls, and you found yourself at the Mystic Grill, a place that had become a familiar haunt over the years. You sat at a corner booth, nursing a glass of wine and awaiting the arrival of your husband. Despite the passing centuries, he still possessed an uncanny ability to keep you waiting.

As you gazed out the window, lost in thought, you couldn't help but reflect on the nature of your relationship. The eternal bond you shared with Elijah was both a blessing and a curse. While your love had remained constant and unwavering, there were moments when the weight of immortality pressed upon you, reminding you of the sacrifices you had made.

Lost in contemplation, you failed to notice the arrival of a charismatic stranger who had just entered the Mystic Grill. Damon Salvatore, with his dark charm and devil-may-care attitude, had a knack for drawing attention wherever he went. He sauntered up to the bar, casting a glance in your direction.

You, however, remained oblivious to Damon's advances, your thoughts consumed by the past and the future. The memories of your human life, your marriage to Elijah, and the sacrifices you had made to be with him played like a vivid movie reel in your mind.

Just as you were about to order another glass of wine, a smooth voice interrupted your reverie. "Excuse me, miss. You seem a bit lonely over here. Mind if I join you?"

Startled, you turned to see Damon Salvatore standing beside your booth, a playful smirk on his face. His piercing blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he extended an invitation.

You offered a polite smile. "Actually, I'm waiting for someone."

Damon leaned in closer, his charming grin never wavering. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but he seems to be running late. Mind if I keep you company until he arrives?"

Before you could respond, the scent of a familiar cologne reached your senses, and a tall figure approached your table. It was Elijah, impeccably dressed as always, his piercing blue eyes locked onto you. He had arrived, but he didn't intervene immediately.

Damon, still unaware of who your husband was, continued his playful banter. "Looks like your date has finally shown up."

Elijah, ever the picture of restraint, chose not to reveal his identity. He merely nodded politely at Damon, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt a mixture of emotions—relief at seeing your husband and curiosity about how he would handle the situation.

As the evening wore on, you engaged in polite conversation with both Damon and Elijah. Damon's flirting grew bolder by the minute, but your loyalty to your husband remained unshaken. You knew the depths of Elijah's love, and you trusted him implicitly.

However, as the night progressed, Damon's advances became increasingly intrusive. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against your hand as he made a comment about your beauty. You withdrew your hand instinctively, but Damon's audacity only seemed to grow.

Elijah, who had been observing the exchange with a quiet intensity, finally reached his breaking point. His usually composed demeanor faltered, and his jaw clenched. The centuries of restraint that he had practiced were now challenged by Damon's impudence.

"Damon," Elijah's voice was low and filled with a dangerous edge, "I believe it's time for you to leave."

Damon, who had been enjoying the game of cat and mouse, finally noticed the shift in Elijah's demeanor. He looked from you to your husband, his cocky grin fading slightly. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

Elijah's blue eyes bore into Damon's with an intensity that sent a shiver down the vampire's spine. "I suggest you depart before I decide to remind you."

It was the underlying threat in Elijah's words that finally convinced Damon to back down. With a grudging nod, he pushed himself away from the table and walked away, casting one last, resentful glance in your direction.

As soon as Damon was out of earshot, Elijah turned his full attention to you. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his with a gentleness that belied his earlier anger. "My love," he said, his voice filled with regret, "I apologize for my tardiness and for allowing this situation to unfold."

You squeezed his hand, your love and understanding evident in your gaze. "Elijah, you need not apologize. I trust you implicitly, and I knew you would handle it in your own way."

A small, grateful smile graced Elijah's lips as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. "Thank you for your unwavering trust, my dear."

The incident with Damon Salvatore had served as a reminder of the complexities of your immortal life. While you and Elijah had endured countless challenges together, it was moments like these that reinforced the strength of your bond. In the face of temptation and adversity, your love remained unbreakable, a beacon of hope in the eternal night.

As the night continued, you and Elijah enjoyed a quiet dinner together, the warmth of your love eclipsing any lingering shadows. In Mystic Falls, where darkness often reigned, your love story was a testament to the enduring power of love, and it would continue to shine brightly through the ages, a guiding light in the eternal night.

[jainiss]

hello!

bringing an oneshot where you meet zoro, ace, buggy and mihawk, from one piece, thru your adventures. You don't know exactly who you like the most, but then, one of them catch your eye.

- I did the pros and cons and who you choose, with each one of them. -

Hope you guys like it ~~

Ps: forgive me if there are english mistakes. English is not my native language.

Ps2: all fictional.

You had embarked on a grand adventure through the Grand Line, seeking not just treasure but also love. As you sailed the vast ocean, you encountered four intriguing individuals: Roronoa Zoro, Portgas D. Ace, Buggy the Clown, and Dracule Mihawk. Each of them had their own unique charm and quirks.

As your journey continued, you spent time with each of these intriguing individuals, getting to know them better. Each encounter deepened your feelings, making your choice increasingly difficult. It was a journey filled with laughter, danger, and surprises.

a. Choosing Zoro

You think of the pros and cons about Roronoa Zoro:

Pros:

- Strong and skilled swordsman, dedicated to his goals.

- Loyal and protective, willing to sacrifice for his crew.

- His sense of direction might lead to comical situations.

Cons:

- Can be gruff and distant, slow to express his feelings.

- His dedication to training may take precedence over romance.

In the end, your heart led you to Roronoa Zoro. Despite his rough exterior, you saw the depth of his loyalty, the strength of his love for his crew, and the beauty of his dedication to his dreams. You found in him a partner who would stand by your side through thick and thin, even if he occasionally got lost along the way.

With a smile on your face, you confessed your feelings to Zoro, and his stoic expression softened as he reciprocated. Together, you continued your adventure through the Grand Line, knowing that your love would guide you through any challenges that lay ahead.

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b. Choosing Ace

You think of the pros and cons about Portgas D Ace:

Pros:

- Charismatic and adventurous, with a warm and fiery personality.

- Possesses a powerful Devil Fruit ability (Mera Mera no Mi).

- Willing to go to great lengths to protect those he cares about.

Cons:

- A past filled with danger and enemies.

- His sense of duty to Whitebeard's crew might create conflicts.

As your journey continued, you spent time getting to know each of these captivating individuals. Your heart couldn't help but be drawn to Ace's fiery spirit and his unwavering dedication to his crew. The more time you spent together, the deeper your connection grew.

In the end, your heart led you to Portgas D. Ace. His passionate nature and fierce protectiveness resonated with you on a profound level. You recognized that love with Ace meant embracing a life filled with adventure, danger, and unwavering loyalty.

With a smile on your face, you confessed your feelings to Ace, and he responded with a heartfelt embrace. Together, you continued your journey through the Grand Line, facing the challenges of the sea and the world with determination and love.

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c. Choosing Buggy

(just because ❤️)

You think of the pros and cons about Buggy, the Clown:

Pros:

- Brings humor and laughter wherever he goes.

- Unpredictable and adventurous, always up for a good time.

- Carries the potential for comedic situations.

Cons:

- Can be self-centered and unreliable in serious situations.

- His clownish nature might get on your nerves.

As your adventure progressed, you spent time with each of these captivating individuals. Buggy's comical antics, his flair for the dramatic, and his ability to make you laugh won you over. You discovered that beneath his clownish exterior, there was a charm that you couldn't resist.

In the end, your heart led you to Buggy the Clown. His ability to turn even the most dangerous situations into comedic adventures captured your heart. You realized that life with Buggy would be full of laughter and unexpected twists.

With a grin on your face, you confessed your feelings to Buggy, and he responded with an exaggerated and theatrical declaration of love. Together, you continued your journey through the Grand Line, facing danger and chaos with a smile on your faces.

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d. Choosing Mihawk

You think of the pros and cons about Dracule Mihawk:

Pros:

- Elegant and mysterious, with unmatched swordsmanship.

- Offers a life of luxury and tranquility in the castle on Kuraigana Island.

- Possesses a calm and collected demeanor.

Cons:

- May prioritize his solitude and fencing over companionship.

- The world's greatest swordsman, which comes with its own set of responsibilities.

As your adventure unfolded, you spent time with each of these captivating individuals. Dracule Mihawk's refined elegance and mastery of the sword drew you in. You discovered the beauty in his solitude and the depth of his knowledge.

In the end, your heart led you to Dracule Mihawk. His aura of elegance and his unparalleled swordsmanship resonated with you on a profound level. You recognized that love with Mihawk meant embracing a life of tranquility and refined passion.

With a gentle smile, you confessed your feelings to Mihawk, and he responded with a subtle but heartfelt acknowledgment. Together, you continued your journey through the Grand Line, facing the challenges of the world with grace and determination.

Byebye ~

© jainiss ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[lenny-thequeen1]

Surviving Together: Resident Evil4 Leon X Reader

Leon gets sent out to Las Plagas to stop the deadly mutations going on inside of the small rural village and to his surprise you had also been sent out.

violence, blood, fire, gunshots, confessions.

As the sun set over the rural European village, Leon Kennedy found himself in a familiar yet unsettling situation. He was once again fighting off hordes of infected villagers, their eyes glowing red with the parasitic Las Plagas organism. It had been years since he last encountered this kind of horror, but he knew he had to stay focused and survive.

As he made his way through the unforgiving cold dark, narrow streets, he suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to him. "(Y/N)!" Leon turned to see you, his trusted partner, emerging from the shadows with your weapon at the ready. Relief washed over him as he knew he wouldn't have to face this nightmare alone.

"(Y/N), what are you doing here?" Leon asked, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought off the advancing villagers.

"I got a tip about this place and came to help you out," you replied, your eyes scanning the area for any threats. "Glad I found you. Let's stick together."

As you and Leon moved through the dense forest, the air thick with tension and the sounds of rustling leaves, you could sense that something was off. The villagers seemed different, more frenzied and aggressive than what you had expected. Their eyes glowed with an unnatural fervor as they lunged at you with alarming speed and strength.

Leon's precision and accuracy with his weapons were unmatched, as he dispatched the villagers with calculated shots and strategic moves. His years of experience in dealing with bioterrorism threats were evident as he seamlessly switched between his firearms, making every bullet count.

You fought alongside him, utilizing your own skills and expertise to hold your ground. The both of you moved together in synch, each others skills complimenting one another's. Your senses were heightened, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you dodged attacks and retaliated with well-aimed shots. The situation was intense and challenging, pushing you both to your limits.

As you moved deeper into the village, the situation grew increasingly dire. The infected villagers seemed to be mutating at a unnerving rapid rate, their bodies contorting into grotesque forms as they unleashed monstrous roars that would make your nerves stand up in alarm. You knew after this mission would be over you'd hear them inside of your dreams. It was clear that this was not just a routine mission, but something far more sinister and terrifying.

Despite the odds stacked against you, you and Leon fought with unwavering determination. Your teamwork was flawless, covering each other's backs and providing support when needed. Your combined efforts were formidable, as you pushed forward with a sense of urgency to uncover the truth behind the outbreak and put an end to it.

The surroundings were chaotic, with fires raging and buildings collapsing with plums of smoke and rubble around you. The smell of gunpowder and horrid irony scent of blood filled the air, as you and Leon pressed on, determined to find answers and survive the relentless onslaught of infected villagers.

As the situation escalated, you could see the determination in Leon's eyes, his jaw clenched with unwavering resolve. You both knew that failure was not an option, and you fought with all your might, pushing through the challenges and dangers that lurked around every corner.

With your combined skills, resourcefulness, and bravery, you made progress, inch by inch, deeper into the heart of the village. But the mystery behind the outbreak remained elusive, and the enemies grew stronger and more relentless with each passing moment.

As you fought side by side, you couldn't help but be in awe of Leon's unwavering courage and expertise. His cool-headedness and quick thinking were truly admirable, and you were proud to fight alongside him. The trust and bond between you grew stronger with each challenge overcome, as you relied on each other in the face of the unknown. It tugged and pulled against your heart strings.

The battle was fierce, the stakes were high, but you and Leon fought on with tenacity and determination. Your hearts pounded in your chests, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you faced the seemingly insurmountable odds.

With every step you took, you uncovered more clues and pieced together the puzzle, revealing a sinister plot that went beyond your wildest imagination. The truth was chilling, and the realization of the grave danger you were facing only fueled your determination to put an end to it.

You and Leon rushed closer into the heart of the village, where you confronted the mastermind behind the outbreak.

Despite the overwhelming odds, you and Leon pressed forward, determined to put an end to this nightmare. Your chemistry as a team was evident, covering each other's blind spots making it seem nearly impossible to have you hurt, Your trust in each other grew stronger with every step, and you found comfort in each other's presence amidst the chaos.

Along the way, you shared moments of levity amidst the danger, cracking jokes to lighten the mood and keep each other focused. The bond between you and Leon grew deeper with every challenge you faced together. You found yourself admiring his courage, resourcefulness, and unwavering determination to save the day.

As you approached the heart of the laboratory, you encountered the mastermind behind the outbreak, a sinister figure with sinister plans. With Leon's expert marksmanship and your strategic thinking, you fought a thrilling battle against the formidable enemy, dodging attacks and utilizing your weapons and environment to your advantage.

The final showdown was a breathtaking display of chaos and mayhem. Explosions rocked the area, sending debris flying in all directions. Gunfire echoed through the air, the sound of bullets piercing through flesh with a ripping noise and the distinct report of Leon's powerful handgun. You moved with precision and speed, your senses heightened as you dodged incoming attacks and returned fire.

The infected villagers were relentless, showing signs of increased aggression and strength. They charged at you with a frenzied determination, their eyes wild with madness. You utilized your extensive training and combat skills, seamlessly transitioning between hand-to-hand combat, precise marksmanship, and strategic maneuvers. Your movements were calculated, every step and every shot carefully calculated as you fought for survival.

Leon was by your side never stepping far enough away, his expertise and bravery evident as he fought alongside you. His sharpshooting skills were a force to be reckoned with, taking down enemies with deadly accuracy. You worked seamlessly as a team, covering each side and providing support when needed. The bond between you grew stronger with every intense moment, the trust and reliance on each other palpable.

As the battle raged on, you found yourself in the midst of a desperate situation. Cornered by a group of infected villagers, you had to think quickly. With a daring maneuver, you dodged their attacks and set off a series of explosions behind you with Leon holding your wrist to make sure you were safe, creating a distraction that allowed you to make a daring escape. It was a heart-pounding moment, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you fought for survival.

The intensity of the battle was overwhelming, but you fought on with unwavering determination. Your skills were put to the test, and you gave it your all, refusing to back down. The sweat and dirt mingled on your skin as you pushed yourself to the limit, driven by the need to put an end to the outbreak and bring justice to those who had suffered.

After what felt like an eternity, you and Leon emerged victorious. The last of the infected villagers had been defeated, and you stood among the wreckage of the battlefield, breathing heavily but triumphant. The sense of accomplishment and relief washed over you as you looked at Leon, both of you sharing a wordless nod of mutual respect and admiration.

It was a battle you would never forget, a test of courage, skill, and camaraderie. Your bond with Leon had grown even stronger, forged in the fires of combat. You were proud of what you had achieved together, knowing that your combined efforts had made a difference in the fight against the outbreak.

Finally, after an epic showdown, you defeated the mastermind and put an end to the outbreak. The sense of relief and accomplishment was palpable as you both caught your breath, covered in dirt and sweat, but alive and victorious.

As the dust settled and you made your way out of the laboratory, Leon looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and admiration, his breath taking blue eyes locking onto (y/e/c) eyes. "I couldn't have done it without you, (Y/N)," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're an incredible partner, and I'm so glad you were here with me."

You smiled, feeling a warmth inside your heart. "Likewise, Leon. It was an honor to fight by your side." You knew that this experience had brought you closer together, and you couldn't help but wonder what the future might hold.

As you made your way back to the extraction point, Leon reached out and took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You looked into his eyes and saw a glimmer of something more than just camaraderie. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, and your heart skipped multiple beats in a mix of excitement and finally slowly calming down.

As you boarded the extraction chopper and flew away from the village that was left flame engulfed ruins, you and Leon exchanged a wordless glance, the tension between you palpable. The adrenaline from the intense battle was still coursing through your veins, and you found yourself drawn to Leon's presence beside you. The chopper lifted off the ground, and you looked out the window, watching as the village disappeared into the distance.

Leon's grip on your hand never wavered, and you could feel the warmth of his touch, sending a shiver down your spine. You stole a glance at him, and his gaze met yours, his blue eyes filled with a mix of relief and something more. It was a moment of unspoken connection, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you had formed during this harrowing mission.

As the chopper soared through the sky the clouds rolling beside the windows as the warm cast of sunrays shines over you, Leon turned towards you, his expression softening. "We did it, (Y/N)," he said softly, his voice carrying a sense of triumph. "We stopped the outbreak and saved countless lives."

You nodded, a sense of pride pooling inside your chest. "Yes, we did," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. "And I couldn't have asked for a better partner than you, Leon."

He smiled, a genuine and heartwarming smile that made your heart skip a beat. "Likewise," he said, his fingers interlocking with yours. "You're incredible, (Y/N), and I'm so grateful to have you by my side."

The chopper touched down at the extraction point, and you both stepped off, the rush of the mission slowly settling down. As you walked away from the chopper, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie with Leon. You had gone through a life-threatening ordeal together, and it had forged a bond that was deeper than just colleagues.

Leon turned towards you, his expression earnest. "I know we've been through a lot," he said, his voice slightly hesitant. "But, (Y/N), I…" he trailed off, searching for the right words. His eyes scanning across the ground as if it would help him stop drawing a blank on how to say what he wanted to you.

You looked into his eyes, and the unspoken tension between you was palpable. Your heart raced, and you found yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to continue.

"I care about you, (Y/N)," Leon finally said, his voice filled with emotion. "More than just a partner, I mean. I…"

Before he could finish his sentence, you closed the distance between you, placing a gentle hand on his cheek, and pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. The moment was electric, sending shockwaves through one another. You could feel the warmth and softness of his lips against yours, igniting a fire within you that burned only for him.

For a moment, the world disappeared, and it was just you and Leon, lost in each other. When you finally pulled away, you saw the surprise and delight in his eyes, and a smile spread across your face.

"I feel the same way, Leon," you said softly, your heart swelling with happiness. "I care about you too, more than just a partner."

He grinned, and without another word, he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close. It was a moment of pure comfortable bliss, and you knew that this mission had brought you not only victory but also a newfound love. You wrap your arms around his muscular frame; taking in the scent of sweat, blood, ash, gunpowder and his wood burbon barrel soap.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the future. You didn't know what would come next, but you were ready to face it together, hand in hand with Leon. The possibilities were endless, and you were eager to see where this new chapter would take you, as partners in both life and in fighting the unknown horrors that lurked in the shadows.

And so, your adventure with Leon inside of Las Plagas had come to an end, but a new beginning had begun. One full of love and strength.

[violetstormms]

FNAF Sun/Moon x Reader MerMay Fics

 MerMay DCA x yn fic list

With Mermay coming to a close I decide to make a list of all the fun fish filled fics I have found so far. Remember to look at the tags and read at your own discretion.

Call of the Abyss by Buligete

archiveofourown.org/works/41191230/chapters/103261704

It was probably all very silly, considering the precarious situation I found myself in, but it really was all I could think about.

Could you really blame me? I never expected to find myself in this kind of a mess. I was not some big shot, thrill seeking space explorer. I was no seasoned freight worker. No avid alien world survivalist. Not even a simple cruise liner flight attendant.

I was a gardener. My feet belonged firmly planted in the soil of a garden world. I had spent my entire life up to now solidly anchored on Earth, and never dreaming of leaving the safety of gravity and atmosphere, despite the increasingly uncomfortable quality of life on the crowded homeworld. Sure, I dreamed of greener pastures. Of fresh air and fertile land. But frontier life and adventures in the big expanse of space? Not quite.

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A FNAF x Subnautica crossover, about the challenges of survival, surprise friendships with quirky software and alien merfolk, man made horrors beyond our comprehension and unexpected mysteries to be uncovered within the depths.

Below The Surface by Justaduck6432

archiveofourown.org/works/46186750/chapters/116275786#workskin

You aren't what people would call friendly. No. You're not even polite. Much like the salty old sailor who raised you, you're short-tempered and not too social. And that's how you like it.

One day, a dirty-rotten fish steals something important to you. You know better than to tangle with a creature so large and dangerous. But you have little to lose and, by the gods, you're not about to let that smug fish keep what's yours.

Dive into this chaotic tale of merciless mers and our hot-headed protag who has to wrangle them!

Growing Pains by Celticwolfie

archiveofourown.org/works/46891666/chapters/118117984

It was going to be a normal fishing trip. Just a normal hike to the secluded river beach and maybe relax while listening to the forest waking up around you. However, that isn't how things go for you and now you managed to gain the attention of a legendary creature. Now everything seems to be turned on its head. Hopefully, you can adapt to it quickly enough and help these living legends out as their world is starting to shrink around them.

Free Space by omenofthevoid

archiveofourown.org/works/46904299/chapters/118150342

As a Leviathan, you aren't meant for the shallow water which inhibits your growth and keeps you small. You finally move to the Dead Zone, where you hope to be able to grow.

Galaxies, Lost in Ice by StarvingMe

archiveofourown.org/works/45778489/chapters/115203013

(Subnautica/Subnautica: Below Zero AU)

Sun went hunting, and he's been gone for a few days, and so it's up to Moon to drag Sun's Human Scientist Best Friend out into the ocean to find him.

(Leads into romance with aliens, no spice, that'll be a separate work that won't be necessary to enjoy this)

Abyssal Lights by PhoenixDaNeko

archiveofourown.org/works/46600771/chapters/117353191

You used to be powerful. Feared. Vicious. A man-killer. You were one of the most fearsome myths in the sea.

Then, despite everything, you were caught. Stolen from the depths of your home. Your older siblings had always cautioned against going too close to the surface. You wished you'd listened. Captured, placed into barely big enough tanks, traded between rich bastards and unethical scientists. Losing weight, power, sanity, you're beginning to give up, when a mysterious 4 armed... Person (?) comes by.

Who is this metal man, and why is he so interested in you?

My Lungs are Full of You by Xmimi89eR

archiveofourown.org/works/47111743/chapters/118694248

You didn't like the ocean.

The water felt like it would burn (and it does). Your lungs would give out sooner than others and you didn't even know how to swim!

You never asked for this trip, never asked to be here. Yet, here you are, stuck all alone and waiting for rescue that probably would never come.

Or, well, not really alone. The burning gaze of something in the water wouldn't leave you alone.

There Are Many Benefits (To Rethinking This Career Path)  by moonliched

archiveofourown.org/works/47449438/chapters/119573569#workskin

Life is cushy, working on a subterranean research facility on an underexplored ocean planet. As the resident handyman, most of your work takes place underwater - lucky for you, cave diving is your passion. With the building between bi-annual research teams, and the next lot yet to arrive, you find yourself with an excess of free time. All you have to do is fulfil your weekly duties, prepare the facility for the next team of researchers, and relax. Oh, and track down the net that went missing some time ago.

And then you find it.

In a submerged cave.

Trapping a mermaid.

You really wish this wasn't your responsibility.

(Moon thinks he should have listened to Sun and stuck to hunting in warmer waters. Why does this bizarre two-tailed mermaid keep coming at him with sharp instruments?)

Song of the Sea by TheDreamerFae

archiveofourown.org/works/38958630/chapters/97435890

You always loved the tales of Mermaids, of Selkies and of Sirens, of people who lived in the ocean as a child. You remember vividly seeing merfolk, but chalked it up your imagination. But then a boating accident with your grandpa had left you scarred, and you no longer wanted any association with the sea. But life has other plans

INSPIRED BY BAMSARA’S FIC god I love Celestial Omens.

Unusual  by  BlueMoon_13_31

archiveofourown.org/works/47008036/chapters/118422505

Your love for the ocean has sent you all around the world. However, the beaches of your coastal home have always been your favorite. Returning to the cloudy skies along the Pacific, the last thing you expected was to run into two creatures far from their natural habitat.

The Sea Has Always Known Your Name by CleverButDevastating

archiveofourown.org/works/47410663/chapters/119469997

Everyone is so caught up in your expulsion from the ship that they don’t see the pair of dark, sinuous shapes that slip up through the water only half a dozen yards away. No one notices the flashes of vivid yellow and luminous blue, or the intelligent eyes that take in the human spectacle with inhuman curiosity.

No one except you.

Clownfishing by Sujithe2DWaifu

archiveofourown.org/works/47314285/chapters/119220796

A night fishing trip lends itself to a chance encounter with a siren. After unknowingly showing it some kindness, your life is derailed in an extremely bizarre way.

Special thank you to Bug, who puts up with me, and Tobi(@Glambots on Tumblr)-This was originally a short story written in their ask box. While the first chapter will be short, they will get longer, just so you know what you're getting into. ;) Please also remember that I’m still learning and this is my first time posting on Ao3 specifically. I apologize in advance for any formatting issues.

Also warnings for this chapter and future chapters of thalassophobia, megalohydrothalassophobia, ososphobia, injury, body horror, animal death, offscreen minor character death, and something at bare minimum reminiscent of drugging. While these may be removed during the editing process as it currently stands these will apply at some point.

Turquoise Love by Wcat03blu

archiveofourown.org/works/47208670/chapters/118947625#workskin

You finally visit the aquarium by your college and fall absolutely head-over-heels for some celestial mermaids. Then you chill with them a lot :)

Leviathan Storms by TheDreamerFae

archiveofourown.org/works/47008924/chapters/118518967#workskin

Moving back to your old home rims has brought with you a sense of nostalgia of being. Sure most of the time it was cold and rainy but it didn’t make the scene any less beautiful. But a song keeps making itself known to you, and you must find it.

But who would’ve guessed Mers existed?

Bubbly by Robin_Green

archiveofourown.org/works/47513692/chapters/119741380

A little waterlily mer guppy is trapped, home destroyed, and taken to a pet store to be sold. After spending some time living in a fish bowl, our little guppy is saved and moved to a tank that has been dubbed the daycare by the human tending to it. The daycare tank is set up to rehabilitate fish before they are released back into their natural habitats. There our guppy meets Sun and Moon, two fish that live full time in this tank taking care their healing guests.

Sun and Moon and our guppy fall in love and then shit goes down.

Pearl Eye by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/47400922

Movement. A mer swims overhead, speaking to someone, blocking out the starlight. The interloper lays a hand on the rim of the entrance but doesn’t look down just yet, and doesn’t see you, red-handed.

Your gut clenches with the urge to flee, your strength already spent in the fight moments earlier, and you heed the warning.

A Sleuth Jesters MerMay Fic

The Sea Jesters are Real Science by MatosaurusRex and sixty_nine13

archiveofourown.org/works/38833821/chapters/97107810

You stare into the glass. At first you see nothing, just a greenish-blue landscape, peaceful and ordinary. There is nothing special about it... Or so you think. As the seconds pass, two figures become more and more visible, slowly growing from two distant dots to two large figures, easily two metres tall. The two creatures stare at you, and you raise your hand, slapping it against the cold glass that holds the creatures trapped. These two beings, which until now had been considered to be legends, raise their hands to clasp yours as well. The most wonderful living beings in the world stand before you, separated by thick glass, suffering every day at the hands of greedy people.

How long will they resist this?

 ((This fic was inspired by Tumblr shenanigans and merMAY! Thank you all for inspiring us to create this <3))

And the Sea Swallowed My Screams by Burnt_Chicken_Lookin_Ass

archiveofourown.org/works/39115788/chapters/97855353#workskin

"Thalassophobia is the persistent and intense fear of deep bodies of water such as the sea, oceans, pools, lakes. [...] Thalassophobia can include fear of being in deep bodies of water, fear of the vast emptiness of the sea, of sea waves, aquatic creatures, and fear of distance from land."

You are a freelance diver. You are hired to perform difficult dives for item retrieval, research, and/or maintenance checks in less than safe underwater environments. Rule of thumb is to never dive alone; you live by that religiously. Hardly will you ever do a job without your diving partner: Iris. You have a deep seated fear of the open ocean, so if you cant see the bottom of a given body of water, then you simply wont go in.

One day, you receive a job from Fazbear inc. to retrieve the body of an employee at the request of their family. They had drowned when a company ship they worked on had spontaneously combusted and subsequently sank. The company is willing to pay big hush money to keep both the family and your retrieval team from mentioning the wreckage for some reason.

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[sotwk]

Got any headcanon about Thranduils relationship with his assistant, Feren?

OhMySqueeeee! I ADORE FEREN. Love or hate The Hobbit Trilogy, he is one of the best created-for-film characters to come out of those movies. He is its Lindir equivalent!

Feren will gradually develop into an important supporting character in the SotWK AU. I've even created an additional OC to be his twin sister; her name is Celuwen and she will also be an important side character in the series. (Both make guest appearances in my recent Young Legolas fic, "Greenleaf's Tree".)

For now, here are the key points I have regarding Feren's character history and his relationship with Thranduil and his family:

SotWK Canon Spotlight: Feren, Captain of the Mirkwood Kingsguard

Feren is a full-blooded Silvan elf, born and raised in the southern regions of Greenwood the Great in Third Age 142. (Exactly 100 years older than Legolas and Tauriel.)

His father is a woodcutter and his mother a hunter--both esteemed professions in the realm.

His bookish twin sister Celuwen became a royal scribe at the remarkably young age of 90. Feren followed her into the employ of King Thranduil as a palace guard.

After just a few years, Feren was given a position in the royal escort.

Feren serves Thranduil's family for his entire career, becoming close friends with the princes, especially Gelir and Legolas. (see his banter with them in the fic, "Unnecessary Guardian")

Thranduil was constantly impressed by Feren's loyalty, courage, and trustworthiness. He appointed Feren as the youngest member of his Kingsguard in Third Age 672.

When Dol Guldur rose around Third Age 1000 and the southern parts of the realm grew increasingly infested by the Necromancer's dark creatures, Feren was dismayed by the devastation wrought upon his birthland.

He requested placement in the spiderhunters, a newly-formed company of specialized soldiers led by Prince Gelir. This was a demotion for him into a less prestigious and more dangerous job, but it put him where he wanted to be--at the frontline of Mirkwood's defenses.

But eventually, over a thousand years later, Feren found his way back into the direct service of the Elvenking. Thranduil chose him specifically for the leadership position of Captain of the Kingsguard. This is very different from the "captain" position Tauriel seems to have in the films. The Kingsguard rides alongside Thranduil in battle or any dangerous situation, and their sole task is to keep the King safe--a tremendous challenge and responsibility!

While Feren is in essence a high-ranking bodyguard and right hand of sorts to Thranduil, he is not an assistant. The "assistant" role is more accurately fulfilled by Celuwen, Feren's sister. By TA 555, she has become the royal family's secretary, a job she holds longer than any Elf in the realm (but that's another story for later).

Thranduil comes to depend on these twins greatly, especially after the loss of his sons and wife. They grow as dear to him as family, as they have always been utterly devoted to their King and ever refused to leave his service.

Even Queen Maereth has jokingly/lovingly referred to Feren and Celuwen as "the twin children we never had". (Twins run in her family.)

Thank you for the Ask, Anon! I hope more people will join me in the Feren Fan Club! I hope to put out more material for him soon! Such a sweetie!

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[teine-mallaichte]

For DA drunk writing, how about “Hiding blood loss with bandages” for Fenders? Perhaps Anders can’t heal himself for some reason and is trying to push through it. I always love a scenario where the healer needs to accept help.

Oh writing then this way round is hard 🤣 far easier to have Fenris hiding an injury. Was a fun challenge though.

I think this came out as a pre-frenders to be honest

@dadrunkwriting fic number 3

Anders swiftly wraps the bandages around his wound, concealing the crimson stain spreading through the fabric. He meets Fenris's concerned gaze with a strained smile, trying to downplay the severity of his injury. "Just a scratch," he reassures, though the weight of his vulnerability burdens him.

Fenris regards Anders skeptically, his eyes probing for the truth. "Why don't you simply heal yourself, mage?"

Anders hesitates, his gaze darting away from Fenris's piercing stare. "It's... complicated," he murmurs, unwilling to divulge the truth behind his inability to use magic to mend his wound. "But I'll manage. Give me a moment to dress it properly, and I'll be as good as new." He shifts uncomfortably, hoping Fenris won't press further. The thought of being perceived as a burden gnaws at him.

Reluctantly, Fenris nods, though his concern remains evident. "Very well," he concedes, his gaze lingering on Anders for a moment longer before turning his attention back to their surroundings. "We need to find Hawke and Isabella swiftly. They could be in grave danger."

As Fenris steps away to survey their surroundings, Anders seizes the opportunity to inspect his wound more closely. Carefully peeling back the edge of the bandage, he winces as he sees the ominous spread of blood staining the fabric. The magebane coating on the blade had effectively nullified his ability to heal the wound, leaving him vulnerable and dependent on mundane means of treatment. Perhaps in his clinic, or even at camp, this setback might have been manageable, but it here... Knowing they still had things to do and could be attacked again... Things were far more precarious.

Anders clenches his jaw, suppressing a frustrated growl as he realizes the gravity of his situation. But he can't be a burden, Hawke and Isabella are out there somewhere, potentially hurt... Readjusting the bandage, ensuring it's secure, he hides it beneath his robes once more.

Taking a deep breath, he starts walking in what he hopes will be the right direction.

Anders finds it increasingly difficult to keep up with Fenris as they continue their journey. Every step sends a jolt of pain through his injured body, and the weight of his fatigue begins to drag him down. He grits his teeth and tries to maintain a steady pace, refusing to let his weakness slow them down.

Fenris notices Anders's struggle and slows his pace, casting a concerned glance in his direction. "What's wrong?" he asks, he sounds irritated but Anders can see the thinly veiled concern.

For a moment, Anders debated whether to reveal the truth, but ultimately, he forced a weak smile, attempting to dismiss Fenris's concern. "Just a bit tired," he replied, his voice strained with the effort of masking his pain. "I'll be fine once we find Hawke and Isabella."

Fenris's gaze lingers on Anders for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. It's clear that he's not entirely convinced by Anders's reassurance, but for now, he chooses to let the matter rest. With a curt nod, he resumes their journey, his steps more measured as if silently acknowledging Anders's struggle without further comment.

As Anders stumbles, and his muscles ache, the weight of his own weariness threatens to drag him to the ground. Despite his determination not to falter, the strain is becoming too much to bear.

With a blink, Anders finds himself face to face with Fenris, who appears as if out of thin air. Surprise flickers across Anders's features at the sudden appearance of the elf, his mind momentarily registering the unexpectedness of Fenris's swift movement. Can he teleport? A pang of resentment stirs within him at the thought of Fenris keeping such abilities hidden.

But before Anders can voice his surprise, Fenris's voice cuts through his thoughts with an undeniable firmness. "You are not fine," Fenris states, his tone leaving no room for argument. And though Anders tries to brush off the concern he hears in Fenris's voice, he can't deny the hint of worry that lingers beneath the surface.

With a stubborn look, Anders attempts to assert his independence. "Last I checked, I was the healer here," he retorts, his words tinged with frustration. "I'm relatively confident that I can judge my own health." He pauses irritated, "and since when can you teleport?"

Confusion clouds Fenris's features as he registers Anders's accusation. "Teleport?" he echoes, his tone betraying his bewilderment. "What nonsense are you spouting now, mage?"

Anders's frustration deepens at Fenris's evident lack of understanding. "Forget it," he mutters under his breath, shaking his head in exasperation. "It's not important. Let's just focus on getting where we need to be."

As Anders moves to push past Fenris, the warrior's hand grips his shoulder firmly, halting his progress. "Stop," Fenris commands, urgency creeping into his voice. "You're injured."

Anders reiterates his assertion, trying to brush off Fenris's concern. "You are overreacting," he insists, trying to sound convincing despite the throbbing pain in his side. "Let's just keep moving."

Fenris's grip tightens, his eyes holding a mixture of frustration and genuine concern. "I am not overreacting," he counters firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

Anders stands up straight, ignoring the way it pulls on his wound, glaring at the warrior he slowly reiterates, "I am the healer here, and I say I am fine. Now get out of my way."

Fenris hesitates for a moment, his gaze locked with Anders's defiant stare. The tension between them crackles in the air, each refusing to yield to the other's stubbornness. But then, with a sigh of resignation, Fenris releases his grip on Anders's shoulder and steps back.

"Fine," Fenris concedes, his voice tinged with frustration. "But if you do collapse i am not carrying you" With a pointed look, he gestures for Anders to lead the way.

Anders nods. "That won't be a problem." he replies.

With each step, Anders could feel the weight of Fenris's gaze on him, a constant reminder of the elf's unwelcome concern. Sure, he might have been lightly stabbed, and yes, healing was temporarily off the table thanks to that blasted magebane, but he wasn't some helpless child. Anders knew his own body well enough to recognize the signs of blood loss. Besides, they had bigger problems – like finding Hawke and Isabella before something happened to them.

He couldn't shake the feeling that Fenris was hovering, though. It grated on him, this unnecessary fuss. Did the elf really think he couldn't handle a minor setback? That he was just some pathetic weak mage who couldn't cope with a little stabbing? Anders clenched his jaw. He'd prove Fenris wrong, show him that he wasn't some fragile thing in need of constant attention.

"Mage."

Anders blinked, startled to find Fenris standing in front of him once again. How does he keep sneaking up like that? His irritation flared, bracing himself for yet another round of Fenris's relentless concern. "What now?" Anders asked, his tone edged with exasperation.

Fenris's expression briefly flickered with concern before settling into a frown. "Why did you stop?" he questioned, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Anders scoffed, incredulous. "Stop? I didn't stop," he insisted, his frustration mounting. "I've been walking this entire time."

Fenris's brow furrowed in confusion as he observed Anders closely. "You did," he countered, his voice firm. "You froze for a moment, as if... lost."

Anders's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he struggled to comprehend Fenris's observations. "I... I didn't notice," he admitted, his confusion evident in his voice.

Fenris stepped back slightly, his eyes scanning Anders's form with a critical gaze. "What is wrong?" he pressed.

Anders's patience wore thin as Fenris continued to scrutinize him, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Nothing is wrong!" he snapped, his tone sharper than intended.

Fenris remained undeterred, his gaze unwavering. "You're pale, stumbling, and seem... disoriented," he pointed out. "Something is clearly amiss."

Anders bristled at Fenris's persistence, his pride battling against the undeniable truth of his deteriorating condition. "We are wasting time arguing," he insisted, though the words felt hollow even to his own ears.

Fenris's frustration flared at Anders's stubborn refusal to acknowledge his worsening condition. "Your stubbornness will cost us more time if you collapse," he retorted sharply, his voice tinged with exasperation. "We need to address this now, before it becomes a larger issue."

Anders recoiled slightly at the harshness in Fenris's tone, his own frustration matching the warrior's. "I said I'm fine," he insisted stubbornly, though the strain in his voice betrayed his growing weakness. "We can't afford to waste time on me when Hawke and Isabella could be in danger."

Conflicting emotions played across Fenris's features, torn between his concern for Anders and his determination to find their friends. After a moment of tense silence, he seemed to make a decision.

"Show me the injury," he demanded.

Anders hesitates, caught off guard by Fenris's sudden demand. His mind races for a plausible excuse, anything to divert Fenris's attention away from his wound. With a nervous chuckle, he tries to lighten the mood. "Oh, I knew you were eager to get me out of my robes, but I didn't think you'd be this forward," he quips, hoping his attempt at humor will distract Fenris from pressing further.

Fenris's expression remains impassive, his gaze unwavering as he waits for Anders to comply. "This is not a joking matter," he states firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. Placing a gauntleted hand on Anders chest he pushes the mage backwards towards a fallen log. "Sit."

A sudden wave of dizziness engulfs him, leaving his head spinning and the world swaying around him. It's as though the simple act of sitting down has severed some invisible thread that kept him moving forward, leaving him adrift in a disorienting haze. He blinks rapidly, trying to dispel the vertigo that threatens to overwhelm him, but the sensation only intensifies, like a relentless storm raging within his mind.

He glances down seeing that he has already pulled back his robe, the red stained bandage now on show. He frowned slightly, having no memory of either sitting nor moving his robe.

As Fenris carefully peels back the edge of the bandage to get a better look. Anders can't help but flinch at the touch, the pain shooting through him like a bolt of lightning.

Through the fog of his disorientation, Fenris's voice pierces through with stark clarity, "Why did you not heal yourself?"

Each syllable reverberates within him, demanding attention even as his thoughts spiral into chaos. It's a struggle to focus, to cling to the thread of conversation amid the swirling maelstrom of sensation that threatens to engulf him.

"I couldn't," Anders murmurs weakly, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his own heart. "The blade... it was coated in magebane. It nullified my magic."

Fenris's brow furrows with concern as he studies Anders's pale, clammy complexion. "You're in no condition to continue," he declares firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

Anders opens his mouth to protest, but before he can form a coherent response, the world tilts dangerously, and darkness swallows him whole. The last thing he hears before succumbing to unconsciousness is Fenris's urgent voice calling his name.

When Anders regains consciousness, he finds himself lying on a bedroll, the sound of crackling flames and distant voices echoing around him. Blinking blearily, he struggles to sit up, his body protesting every movement with a symphony of aches and pains.

"You collapsed."

Anders hears Fenris's voice from somewhere nearby.

Anders turns his head towards the sound of Fenris's voice, squinting against the dim light to make out the familiar form of the elf nearby. "Collapsed?" he repeats, his voice hoarse and raspy. The events leading up to his unconsciousness flood back to him in disjointed fragments, the sensation of falling and the echo of Fenris's urgent voice still lingering in his memory.

Fenris nods grimly, "I had to carry you," he says with a hint of irritation.

Anders struggles to push himself into a sitting position, wincing as pain flares anew in his side. "You said you wouldn't carry me if I collapsed," he remarks.

Fenris's expression softens slightly at Anders's reminder, though his irritation remains evident. "I changed my mind," he admits grudgingly, his gaze flickering away briefly before returning to meet Anders.

"Hawke and Isabella were not far from where you fell." He explained, quickly changing the subject "fortunately for you they both seem to know some amount of first aid."

Anders nods weakly, gratitude mingling with his lingering discomfort. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I appreciate it."

Fenris offers a terse nod in response, his expression softening slightly at Anders's words. "Rest now," he advises, before standing and leaving Anders alone by the fire.

[yanderewhispers]

Platonic Yandere! Best Friend

Kenta is your innocent and cry baby best friend, who appears harmless and affectionate on the surface. Behind his smile lies an infatuation that slowly evolves into a possessive obsession with you, his oblivious friend. As his emotions intensify, his innocent charm starts to crack, revealing a darker side driven by jealousy and a need for control. His once warm and genuine demeanor becomes a mask for his obsessive tendencies, leading him down a dangerous path of manipulation and desperation.

Meet Kenta, your cry baby and innocent best friend. He's always been by your side, supporting you through thick and thin, like a beacon of unwavering friendship. His cherubic smile and innocent demeanor endear him to everyone around, making it hard to believe that lurking beneath his childlike exterior is a yandere in the making.

At first, Kenta's adoration for you is evident in his constant need for your attention and validation. He seeks reassurance in your words and actions, finding comfort in your presence. You don't mind his clinginess, as you see him as nothing more than a harmless and affectionate friend.

As time passes, however, you begin to notice subtle changes in his behavior. He becomes increasingly possessive, insisting on spending every possible moment together. He pouts and gets teary-eyed whenever you have plans with someone else, begging you to choose him instead.

His childlike vulnerability and sensitivity mask the beginnings of a deeper obsession. He starts becoming overprotective, viewing any potential threats to your friendship as enemies that must be kept at bay. He becomes your self-appointed guardian, making sure nobody dares to hurt or upset you.

Kenta's attachment to you grows, and he starts invading your personal space more frequently. He constantly follows you around like a shadow, wanting to be a part of every aspect of your life. It becomes challenging for you to spend time with other friends without Kenta trying to insert himself into every interaction.

His innocent charm and disarming nature make it difficult for others to see the darker side of his emotions. You begin to notice that people tend to avoid you when Kenta is around, whispering about his possessiveness and his overwhelming presence. You find yourself making excuses for his behavior, dismissing it as mere childishness.

As Kenta's feelings for you intensify, so does his jealousy. He can't stand the thought of anyone else being close to you, and he becomes obsessed with monopolizing your attention. His innocent face contorts into a darker expression whenever someone else tries to get close to you, sending them running in the opposite direction.

He starts to manipulate situations to ensure he is always at the center of your life. He crafts elaborate plans to sabotage any potential rivals, pushing them away with his innocent charm and gaining your sympathy in the process. His tears and pouting become powerful tools to guilt you into staying by his side.

His once innocent and endearing behavior now feels suffocating, leaving you feeling trapped and unsure of how to handle the situation. Your attempts to distance yourself from him only serve to worsen his desperation, and he clings to you even tighter.

As Kenta's obsession with you deepens, his innocent charm starts to give way to a more unsettling demeanor. His once bright and sparkling eyes now hold an intense glint of possessiveness whenever he looks at you. His smile, once filled with genuine warmth, now carries a hint of something darker, like a mask slipping from its rightful place.

He becomes more daring in his pursuit of your attention, finding subtle ways to isolate you from others. His innocent laughter now echoes with a tinge of maniacal glee whenever he succeeds in monopolizing your time. You notice how his touch lingers a little too long, his hand lingering on your arm as he clings to you like a lifeline.

Kenta's expressions are a whirlwind of emotions, his face a canvas of desire and frustration. The childlike innocence that once adorned his features now battles with the possessiveness that consumes him. You see his eyes narrow with jealousy when anyone else dares to get close to you, and his lips twitch with a mix of longing and desperation.

His body language speaks volumes about his turbulent emotions. He stands just a little too close, invading your personal space, as if trying to merge his existence with yours. His shoulders tense with every hint of perceived threat, ready to shield you from any harm that might come your way.

At times, he lashes out in subtle ways, leaving you puzzled and bewildered. His passive-aggressive comments and manipulative guilt trips leave you questioning your own judgment, wondering if you're doing something wrong to upset him. But his tear-filled eyes and trembling lips convince you to stay, believing you hold the power to soothe his troubled soul.

You find yourself trapped in a complex dance with Kenta, torn between the affectionate best friend you once knew and the possessive person he's becoming. His once innocent cries for attention now take on a desperate edge, leaving you feeling both suffocated and guilt-ridden.

As you try to distance yourself, he clings even tighter, refusing to let go of the friendship he believes is meant to be. His emotions spiral out of control, his laughter tinged with mania and his tears flowing freely like a raging river. He becomes unpredictable, and you find yourself walking on eggshells around him, never knowing what might set off his possessiveness.

Despite the growing darkness in his heart, there are fleeting moments when the old Kenta resurfaces. He smiles with genuine warmth and innocence, and you catch glimpses of the best friend you once knew. But those moments become overshadowed by the creeping obsession, that now dominates his every move and decision.

[finnsbubblegum]

will we be getting a javier part 2 ? ☺️

Warnings: fluff, drunk man, lmk if i missed any

A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything, i'm not sure if you're the same anon that sent me a question today, but I received it and I'm on my way writing another joel fanfic (oneshot), thank you for your patience and thankyou for enjoying my work❤️ Hope you like this one!

It was Friday night and you decided to spend an alone time at the bar. You wore a chic but simple short dress just the way you dress elegantly every day. You were alone so you grabbed a seat on the corner table. As you sipped on your alcohol, you felt a stranger's presence near you. You weren’t expecting anyone so you knew it was probably someone you knew or someone drunk trying to hit on you.

“Hey, pretty woman.” A drunk man standing next to you with his wobbly legs.

You scoffed as you rolled your eyes.

“Wanna spend the night with me?” The drunk man grabbed your wrist.

“Excuse me?! Let me go! I don’t know you!” You yelled at him.

Javier Peña's heart raced as he glanced across the dimly lit bar, spotting a scene that immediately caught his attention. A man, clearly intoxicated, was becoming increasingly aggressive towards someone sitting alone at a corner table. Javier's instincts kicked in, and he swiftly made his way through the crowd, his law enforcement training guiding his steps.

"Excuse me, amigo," Javier's voice was firm as he intervened, his presence commanding respect.

The drunk man's eyes widened as he recognized the DEA agent, stumbling back in a mixture of surprise and fear.

"I think it's time for you to call it a night." Javier crossed his arms.

As the tense situation defused, Javier turned to you. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. You nodded to him to say your thanks, and Javier found himself captivated by your smile.

"Thank you so much for stepping in," you said with genuine appreciation.

"I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come over." You smiled.

"It's all part of the job. Just glad I could help." Javier shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the racing of his heart.

"Well, how about I treat you to dinner? As a way of saying thanks?" You were the type of person who couldn’t take anything for granted.

Javier's surprise was evident on his face as he considered your offer. He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with doubts. You were attractive, kind, and seemed genuine – everything he wasn't used to. He was used to playing the field, not getting involved in anything serious.You must have noticed his uncertainty because you leaned in closer, your voice was soft but reassuring.

"Hello?" You waved your hand in front of his face.

“Sorry.” Javier came back to his senses, he was too stunned to speak.

“What do you think?” You asked him again.

Javier's defenses began to crumble as he looked into your eyes, seeing sincerity and kindness that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

With a sigh, he gave you a small smile. "Alright, then. I'd like that."

As you exchanged numbers, Javier couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You were way out of his league, and he was well aware of his reputation as a bit of a womanizer. It was too late at night so you and Javier decided to find another day to have dinner. And Javier insisted on taking you home.

As you continued to talk and laugh, those doubts started to fade away. Maybe, just maybe, this could be something different – a chance at a real connection. And so, Javier Peña, a man used to navigating the dangerous world of drug cartels, found himself facing a different kind of challenge – opening up his heart for real love.

[tigertofu]

💌 = ao3 | 💞 = mild nsfw | 💗 = explicit smut |❓ = requested

18+ only ! minors DNI.

please heed the tags on my ao3 fics !

❀ longfics ❀

A Toxic Strain | E | Trevor/Female OC | 220k words, complete 💌💗

After a territory dispute with dispensary owner Franklin Clinton, 23-year-old Kacie Ocampo is coerced into abandoning her simple life of slinging dime bags of homegrown weed on Vespucci Beach and relocating to Sandy Shores to work for a violent, unpredictable criminal: Trevor Philips. A storm of conflicting emotions brews within Kacie as she falls victim to Trevor's manipulation while also harboring intense feelings of attraction to him - a storm that threatens her senses of morality and rationality with obliteration. She finds herself dragged into increasingly dangerous situations as Trevor tangles with a vengeful gang of bikers, his own mental instability, and a past that he refuses to let go of.

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Growing Pains | E | Trevor/Female OC | 230k words, complete 💌💗

Kacie and Trevor's first few months as a couple have passed by in a hedonistic haze of sex, drugs, and petty crime. A toxic codependency has taken root, and neither of them have even tried to mitigate its growth. Trevor is more than happy to have an unlimited source of affection and attention, and so long as she's having fun with him, Kacie cares about little else. But a series of bad choices - some made by her, some made by him - may be enough to make things decidedly unfun.

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Burning in Heaven | E | Trevor/Female OC | 34k words, WIP 💌💗

After starting a new life together in their totally–legally–obtained home in Rockford Hills, Kacie and Trevor are hard at work finding their footing in Los Santos. Getting Trevor’s new lifestyle coaching career off the ground has turned out to be no small feat, and the couple have turned to more familiar ways of squeezing profit from the city’s scores of drug–addicted citizens in the meantime. Though their work is challenging, more strenuous problems arise. Their relationship has finally levelled out into their own twisted (yet mostly happy) version of domestic bliss, but as an old flame is reignited and a new one is set, their peace is threatened by more than just the dangers of Los Santos’ criminal underbelly.

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Handsome in an Ugly Way | E | Trevor/Fem!Reader | 27k words, WIP 💌💗

You're a clerk at a liquor store in Sandy Shores. The job is mind-numbingly boring and most of the customers are assholes. But one customer, the biggest asshole of them all, has caught your eye. And on one particular night, he notices you looking at him.

❀ headcanon lists ❀

my stupid-long list of general trevor headcanons 💞

trevor w/ pregnant fem!reader & their baby 💞❓

north yankton trevor w/ photographer fem!reader 💞❓

general north yankton era headcanons about trevor, michael, and brad ❓

trevor as a husband and father ❓

hate to love w/ fem!reader & north yankton era trevor 💞❓

north yankton trevor w/ a goth fem!reader 💗❓

❀ oneshots/short fics ❀

fem!reader meeting & hooking up w/ trevor 💗

north yankton trevor meeting & falling for fem!reader who is into boxing 💞❓

post ending-b trevor/fem!reader who reminds him of michael 💌❓

sandy shores exhile era trevor/michael 💌

fem!reader surprises trevor in lingerie 💌💗

chubby and shy fem!reader/trevor 💗❓️(+ separate ao3 link)

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 43

Again me with my weird upload rhythm. Who else is anxious or the last 3 episodes? So many questions and not enough time.

Masterlist

Chapter 43: Projection

Tech rushed toward the chaotic scene, his heart pounding as he took in the unsettling sight. Wrecker was struggling to restrain Amanda, who was livid and shouting at one of the regular troopers. Her voice echoed with anger, her blue eyes blazing with fury. Tech could see the signs of her recent use of the Force, the faint wisps of energy still surrounding her hands.

His eyes darted to Alma, who was injured and being tended to by Echo. The young Padawan had a gash on her head, blood matted in her pink Mon Calamari skin. Tech could feel his pulse quicken as he assessed the situation. This was not what they had signed up for when they agreed to help rebuild the temple. Amanda's voice was loud and accusatory. "She's a Padawan! She's still learning!" she shouted at the trooper, her frustration palpable. She was fiercely protective of her young apprentice, and Tech and everyone else had witnessed their bond first hand.

Tech stepped forward, trying to diffuse the tension. "Ama- Master Pacem, what happened?" he asked, his voice calm and steady. He knew that Amanda valued his logical thinking, and in this heated moment, he hoped to bridge the gap between her anger and the trooper's misunderstanding. Amanda turned her gaze toward Tech, and for a moment, her anger softened as she met his eyes. "Tech, they need to secure the area properly," she explained, her voice still tense. "Alma's injury could have been much worse. I had to use my abilities to stabilize her." Tech nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll take care of it," he assured her. "We'll ensure this doesn't happen again." With that, he turned toward the trooper who had caused the incident and began discussing the importance of safety measures and proper communication. In the midst of the chaos, Tech couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness toward Amanda, Alma, and the rest of the team. They were facing unexpected challenges, but as always, he was determined to use his intelligence and skills to keep them safe.

Tech watched as Amanda demanded Wrecker release her, and the big clone hesitated for a moment before reluctantly letting her go. Amanda's first instinct was to reach Alma, who was injured and vulnerable. She cradled the young Padawan in her arms, her hands already glowing with the tell-tale signs of her Force healing. As Amanda walked away with Alma, Tech couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. He understood that Amanda was fiercely protective of Alma, just as she was of Orion. In this moment, he realized that she might have projected some of the maternal instincts she had developed for Orion onto the young Padawan. It was a complex situation, with emotions running high, and Tech couldn't fault her for it. Tech turned his attention back to the trooper, making sure the incident was properly addressed. He emphasized the importance of safety protocols and ensured that everyone understood their role in preventing such accidents in the future. While he couldn't be with Amanda and Alma at this moment, he knew they would be okay. Amanda's skills as a healer were exceptional, and she would do everything in her power to help Alma recover.

Deep down, Tech couldn't shake the worry that their secret was becoming increasingly fragile. With Amanda's protective instincts on full display, he understood that they needed to be even more cautious. As he continued to handle the situation with the trooper, he couldn't help but glance in the direction Amanda had gone, silently hoping that Alma would recover quickly. His fingers moving over the small part of Orion’s back which is accessible.

The regular trooper's comment about Alma's ability to sense danger stung, and Amanda's emotional reaction had clearly unsettled him. He questioned aloud, "Even a Padawan should have sensed it." Hunter, always the voice of reason, stepped in, defending Alma and trying to ease the escalating tension. "Alma is young and still learning," he pointed out calmly. "And you can't deny that situations like this can take a toll on anyone, especially a young kid. Having to fight in a war is no easy toll." However, the regular trooper seemed undeterred by Hunter's attempt to defuse the situation. He responded with a pointed remark, "I've heard rumours about Master Pacem's unusual approach to following orders, but seeing a Jedi lash out like that... Maybe it's something that needs to be addressed by the Council. We can't afford to have Jedi falling to the dark side."

Tech felt his blood run cold at the trooper's words. He knew that their unique situation had drawn attention, but he never anticipated it could lead to such dire accusations. The thought of the Jedi Council becoming involved in their affairs sent shivers down his spine. Hunter remained composed, though his expression grew more serious. "We all know that emotions can run high in situations like this. Let's not jump to conclusions. We have a mission to complete, and everyone's safety is paramount. We'll investigate the incident thoroughly and report it accordingly." Tech knew that Hunter was doing his best to handle the situation diplomatically, but the tension in the air lingered. As they continued to address the matter, Tech couldn't help but worry about the potential consequences this incident might have for their already precarious situation on Callo.

Hunter's decision to send Tech and Crosshair to check on Amanda and Alma provided a welcome opportunity for Tech to step away from the escalating tension. As they made their way towards where Amanda and Alma had gone, Tech couldn't help but glance down at Orion, who was now wide-eyed and clearly sensing the unease in the air. Crosshair, always one to voice his displeasure, grumbled about the regular troopers. "Stupid regs. Can't even handle a bit of stress without accusing Jedi of falling to the dark side." And he flicks his toothpick to the ground. Tech nodded in agreement, though he remained preoccupied with their current situation. He couldn't shake the concern for Amanda and Alma and wondered how they were faring amidst the commotion. He also hoped that Orion wouldn't be too affected by the recent outburst. Tech knew that even at his young age, children could pick up on tension and anxiety in their surroundings.

As they approached the area where Amanda had taken Alma, Tech couldn't help but hope that things were settling down and that Amanda had been able to use her healing abilities to tend to Alma's injuries. But the unease of the incident still hung in the air, making Tech's steps heavy with worry. Tech and Crosshair arrived just in time to witness Amanda in the process of cleaning and tending to Alma's once injured wound. Alma lays on Amanda's bed, still unconscious but now in a much better state. Amanda, her hands aglow with the healing Force, was fully focused on her Padawan's well-being.

Amanda's apology caught Tech slightly off guard. She didn't even look up as she spoke, her attention solely on Alma. "I apologize for my strong reaction," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and guilt. Tech stepped closer, his worry for both Amanda and Alma evident in his eyes. "Amanda, you don't need to apologize," he assured her gently. "You were right to be upset. It's understandable given the circumstances." Crosshair, standing nearby, simply nodded in agreement. They both understood the pressure that came with being a Jedi, especially in these trying times. Tech knew that sometimes emotions ran high, and Amanda's reaction had been a natural response to protect her Padawan.

Amanda continued her work, her hands now moving with more precision as Alma's injuries steadily improved. Her focus remained on her Padawan, but Tech could sense a weight had been lifted from her shoulders now that Alma was safe and healing. After tending to Alma's injuries and making sure she was as comfortable as possible, Amanda carefully draped her own cloak over the unconscious Padawan, providing her with a bit of warmth. She then rose to her feet and turned to Tech and Crosshair, her expression softer now. Again with her usual warmth and kindness.

Taking a few deep breaths, Amanda admitted, "I just don't like seeing others injured. It's hard for me, especially when it's someone I care about." She glanced back at Alma, her concern still evident in her eyes. "But I know it is part of our duty as Jedi, to protect and heal when we can."  Tech nodded in understanding, his respect for Amanda's dedication to her role as a healer and protector growing with each passing moment. "You're doing a great job, Amanda," he reassured her. "Alma is lucky to have you as her mentor."

Crosshair, typically a man of few words, simply nodded in agreement. He understood the emotional toll that being a Jedi could take, even on someone as strong as Amanda. Amanda offered a faint smile, appreciating their support. "Thank you, both. Let's give Alma some time to rest. She'll recover more quickly if she gets some sleep." She then walked over to Orion, checking on him briefly to make sure he was comfortable. Tech and Crosshair exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the unique challenges that came with their situation. They were a family, bound by something stronger than the ordinary bonds of brotherhood, and they would always be there to support one another.

Amanda, determined to address the situation with the trooper who had provoked her earlier, made her way back to the area where the commotion had occurred. She could sense the trooper's presence not far away. As she approached, she noticed the trooper was still there, talking with Hunter. Crosshair, who walks behind her with Tech and Orion, watched Amanda's stride with a mixture of concern and frustration. He couldn't understand why she felt the need to apologize to the trooper when he believed the trooper was clearly in the wrong.

Once Amanda reached the trooper and Hunter, she cleared her throat to get their attention. "Excuse me," she began calmly, "I wanted to apologize for my reaction earlier. It was unbecoming of a Jedi, and I should have handled the situation better." The trooper looked somewhat surprised by Amanda's apology but nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Master Jedi. I appreciate your understanding." Hunter, sensing the tension, decided to intervene. "Let's put this behind us," he suggested, looking at both Amanda and the trooper. "We have work to do, and we're here to help with the temple's reconstruction." Amanda agreed with a nod, relieved to have cleared the air. She knew that maintaining a sense of unity and cooperation was essential, especially during this somewhat unusual mission on Callo.

Chapter 44

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @aalizazareth @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd

Oh the last episode made me somehow angry? Like more questions than answeres? How adorable Crosshair's vulnerable side is? Characters I despise and want to punch?

And best of all my younger brother who said: "Who? Oh Rampart, totally forgot he existed." Made me burst out laughing so hard we had to rewind a bit.