#and the war is over and they're all happy and alive and together

[apricusapollo]

I'm listening to Christmas songs and had a vision of the skywalker family celebrating new year together I'm gonna cry

[phoward89]

Masterlist

WARNING ⚠️: Coryo is his own warning in and of himself. Delusional!Coryo, Soft!Dark!Coryo, Soft!Dom!Coryo, Reader has some survival instincts, Reader knows keeping Coryo happy keeps her alive and well, cussing, possession, obsession, slight manipulation, sex (p in v), breeding kink.

Chapter 8:

“Coryo, we got some Christmas presents from Sejanus' parents, the Plinths, today.” You announce as soon as your husband walks thru the door.

“Yea, Sejanus said he'd tell Ma to send us something.” He tells you removing his coat and hanging it up

“It was addressed to Coriolanus and Y/N Snow.” You get up from your seat at the kitchen table. Making your way over to Coryo, you ask, “How did they know we got married, did he tell them?”

“Mail from the Capitol takes at least a week to get here, so Sej didn't tell them.” He begins, making large strides towards you. “But I know he told Ma Plinth about us, so I think she just had a motherly hunch that I'd be making an honest woman out of you.” Coryo smirks, coming up to you.

“Oh.” You nod, mouth in an open O shape. Pointing to a bare corner in the one room flat, you announce, “Wouldn't that spot be a good one for a Christmas tree?”

“Yes, it would be.” Coryo agrees, nodding his head. Looking at you, he asks, “Are there tree lots here?” But before you can answer him, he's going on about the Capitol. “The Capitol has tree lots, but most families just started buying trees and decorating them again over the last few years.”

Your husband didn't say why and you didn't ask. The unspoken words of after the war hung heavily in the air. You knew that wealthy families only just started decorating trees again because of the aftermath of the war.

A war that took your parents from you; took the childhood you should've had from you.

“There's Christmas tree lots here, but the trees are small. Barely 4 feet tall.” Was the answer you gave your husband. Pointing at the table in a silent gesture for him to sit down, you go to make him up a plate. As you place a piece of chicken on the plate along with scooping some riced and peas onto the plate as well, you tell your husband, “The trees in 12 are huge. Bigger than any you've ever seen before. Infact, the only place I imagine to have bigger trees would be District 7.”

“Yes, I imagine the lumberjack district would have larger trees then District 12.” The platinum blonde peacekeeper chuckles, taking his seat at the table. “Do you want to pick a tree out after I'm done with my exam, darling?” Coryo asks, watching you intently as you make yourself up a plate.

“Usually men just bring home the tree in the districts; women and children don't help pick it out.” You explain while grabbing your plates and heading over to the table.

Your husband rolls his icy eyes at your words. “Well, in the Capitol families pick the tree out together.” He says, his tone dripping with superiority. Looking at you as you set the plates down on the table, he says, “We're upholding that Capitol tradition; we're picking out the tree together.”

You're not surprised that he wants to hold onto as many Capitol traditions as he possibly can. It's his heritage after all. But, in a way, isn't it also yours? Your father was a Capitolite after all.

“Okay, then we'll pick out a tree when you're done with the exam.” You smile, turning away from the table and going to the cupboard.

“You can buy whatever decorations you want while shopping with Sejanus.” Your husband informs you as you grab some glasses.

“People usually make ornaments in the Districts; make popcorn and berry strings, things like that.” You explain, going to the fridge and grabbing the bottle of milk.

“People buy them in the Capitol. They're made of the finest spun glass, ribbons, metals, and jewels.” Your husband said while watching you make your way to the table with the milk jug and glass in hand. “My family, unfortunately, had to sell ours when I was a child for money and never had the chance to buy anymore.”

Your heart lurches at your husband's words. Just knowing that Coriolanus grew up poor without a pit to piss in while living in the richest part of Panem made your heart bleed for him. You know how it is to be poor, hell if it wasn't for your relationship with Coryo you'd most likely be starving or frozen right now. And the fact that being poor in Capitol City, Panem is better than being poor in the Districts is very telling; disturbing even.

“One day when we return to the Capitol I'll buy you all of the fine, elegant ornaments that you want.” Coryo promises, his baritone steady and unbreakable, as you fill the milk glasses and take a seat at the table.

Passing him his milk glass, you faintly smile. “Thank you, Coryo.”

As you begin to eat, your husband stares right into your soul and makes you the promise of, “I'm going to become an Elite Officer and I'm getting us out of this shithole. We'll rule Panem one day; we'll take back everything that should've been ours- and more.”

Coriolanus’ head was on his pillow while his large, strong hands were on your hips as you rolled them up and down, up and down, while straddling him. His large cock was stuffed in your tight, wet pussy; making you feel full and him feel as if he's going to combust at any second.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.” Your husband praises. “Just like that.” He groans, feeling your cunt squeeze him just right as you spear yourself on his cock.

“Feels so good, Coryo.” You whimper, feeling the knot in your stomach begin to tighten.

“Make yourself cum, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock; make us cum.” Coryo orders, his tone husky, as he smacks one of your ass cheeks. The smack to your ass lights a fire in you and suddenly you're digging your nails into his shoulders while bouncing faster on his cock.

The feel of his large length inside of you lights your nerves on fire. His swollen cock head kisses your cervix just right, sensing socks of pleasure throughout your dripping core. You're shuddering and shaking in pleasure with every move you make, which causes his cock to slide deeply in and out of you; hitting your special spot just right. And the way your wet, velvety walls hug him so tightly has Coryo ready to shoot his hot load into your cunt. Oh gods, how your tight cunt makes his head spin.

Fucking you is a mix of something primal and sensual in his mind. It's different with you then how it's been with others. He can't get enough of you. Coriolanus also cares about your pleasure, more so than his own. He loves to watch the way your lips part as you moan, the way you shudder and shake as pleasure washed over you, the way your eyes widen and pop as you cum with his name on your lips like a prayer.

And your pleasure being more important than his is why he grips your hips firmly and begins bucking up into you; meeting your grinding movements. He needs you to cum hard around his cock so desperately. So much so that the two of you become a frantic mess of movements.

Coryo manages to sit up; slightly changing the position you're in. But that doesn't stop your heated, frenzied pace. You're still bucking and grinding, desperate for release. Your hands are clawing at each other for purchase. Your faces are so close that your noses are nearly bumping into each other; your hot breaths dance over each other's mouths while whimpering and moaning.

Both of you are close to your peek whenever Coryo huskily swears, “I'm knocking this cunt up tonight. You're gonna be so fucking full of my baby.”

You never gave any real thought to motherhood, but right now your pleasure muddled mind thought that getting knocked up by your husband was a good idea. Or maybe his dirty breeding talk was a turn on. Whatever it was, you found yourself loudly moaning, “Yes! Coryo, yes, yes, yes!”, while cumming hard around his hard cock.

Coryo's lust blown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he witnessed you squirting messily around his cock. It was the hottest thing he's seen in his life. Oh, how you're fucking perfect for him. “The idea of being round and full of my child has you making a mess on my cock, baby.” Your husband points out while pistoning in and out of you at an uncontrollable speed. “Fuck, baby, you're so wet. Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon.”

Resting your forehead against his, you blissfully order, “Cum inside me, Coryo. Knock me up.”

And that was all Coryo needed to hear to release his pent up please. His balls tensed as he bucked up deep inside of your cunt, only to unleash rope after rope of his cum. You hold on to his shoulders as he empties his balls inside of you; painting your room white with his thick, hot seed.

And when he's spent, he finds your lips with his for a glowing, lazy kiss.

“I promise, after tomorrow things’ll change for us.” The platinum blonde declares while pulling you to lay down in the bed with him; covering the two of you up with a thin duvet. “Our kid’s not going to grow up like we did- poor without their parents.” Coryo softly strokes your back, mindful of the still healing wounds amongst the freshly raised scars. Of which he's partially responsible for. Pressing a kiss to your hair, he says, “They're going to grow up as proud Capitol citizens with both its parents. With an Elite Officer for a father and a loving, caring mother.”

“But they'll still be born in the Districts, Coryo.” You remind your husband.

“At the hospital on the PK Base, which is Capitol sanctioned grounds.” Coriolanus counters. Pressing a hand to your flat stomach, he confesses, “I can't wait to watch you grow our child.”

“Coryo, we don't even know if I'm pregnant yet. We haven't been married for too long.”

“Oh, I know you're pregnant.”

“You do, don't you?”

“Mhm…” Your husband hums. “Father's intuition.”

“I thought it was mother's intuition?” You ask, brows slightly raised.

“No.” Your husband shakes his head. A small smile graces his face. “It's father's intuition and I just happen to have it.”

Coriolanus didn't have father's intuition. What he had was a penchant for survival; for rising to the top no matter what. And he’s determined to get his beautiful wife pregnant and to move the two of you as far away from 8 as possible. He's sure as hell that having a child with you will cement his claim on whatever inheritance that Capitol owes you. By being both the husband and the father of your child, the Capitol has to grant him whatever money or property the late Halvirs had in probate to him. Also, Coriolanus is positive that he'll pass his officer's exam; that you'll be heading to District 2 for his Elite Officer's training sometime after the New Year.

One thing Coriolanus Snow knows well is how to stay afloat, how to survive impossible odds. And he's determined to win again, but with you by his side.

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[geekgirles]

Yumalia's Reunion

Back on my Yumalia brainrot, I can't get over all the layers and depths of their brief interaction in episode 11.

The moment Yugo is done defying his mother and forced to watch her leave, for she had long made her choice, Amalia doesn't hesitate to reach out to him and hold his hand, which Yugo immediately squeezes right back. Even with the threat of imminent war for her people's safety, Amalia's first instinct is to go to Yugo and offer whatever comfort she can, and he just lets her because if there's someone who can ground him, it's Amalia.

That's exactly what she did at the end of season 3. Not only did she tell Oropo he would never be Yugo because Yugo would never willingly or knowingly sacrifice anyone for his cause (even during his fight with Ad during the OVAs he always thought his brother would eventually come back), but she unknowingly dissuaded the fears and insecurities that'd been plaguing him throughout the entire season, both regarding his past actions and his own relationship with her. Because even after all they'd been through and his insecurities hurting Amalia deeply, she still chose him, and she still reaffirmed her love for him in such a way it would allow for their interactions in season 4 to be that much more openly affectionate and less restrained.

But not only that, back then she was also there to ground him when Oropo's passing and his absorbing of the Eliotropes overwhelmed him, helping him see all the good despite what they had lost.

And she is doing that yet again when they finally reunite.

But there is so much more going on here. So many emotions running deep between them.

Look at Yugo's expression, that mixture of surprise and awe etched onto his face. I feel like this is the moment where it truly clicks for him just how much he's changed and all the possibilities his new body entails, especially for their relationship. And Amalia is just happy, happy that he is alive and happy that he can finally see and feel like the great king and warrior she always knew was already there.

For the first time since he's met her, Yugo doesn't have to look up to meet his love's eyes, and you can clearly see how the mere thought takes him aback. But I believe there's so much more to it, so many things left unsaid.

He's looking at her like she's finally within reach, and not only because now they're closer in height. Yugo had to spent the last few years of his life watching how the love of his life grew into the most beautiful flower in Sadida's garden, into a queen, while he remained stuck in his child-like body, with only a title for show despite he too being royalty.

It's all in his eyes!

He isn't just looking at Amalia. He is staring at her like a dying man stares at his salvation, like someone who's been wandering in the dessert for ages looks at an oasis. And it's not just because they might finally have a shot, but because she is there and she is real.

Despite Yugo's unrelenting optimism and will, upon being captured by the Nécromes, a part of him had probably been forced to accept he would never see Amalia again, either because he would remain the last of his days as their prisoner, or because she would too fall soon.

Given his predicament, thanks to Oropo and Qilby's intervention, Yugo was most likely running on adrenaline when he noticed the portal in the Sadida forest and what it would mean for Amalia. His mind was set on protecting her, not on the fact that they would be reunited after such a horrible ordeal. And I don't think it really sunk in that he would see her again until she touched him, until she literally became tangible and attainable.

But she is real, and she is with him, they are together again. Only this time, they might actually get to be together.

Look at such level of intimacy! Such tenderness mixed with the underlying unbriddled passion they feel for one another! Yugo might have been shown being okay with revealing his wings to his friends, but he always took the hood off himself; but not with Amalia. With her he trusts her enough to let her do the honours and all he can do is melt under her touch.

Seeing Amalia again after being held prisoner in the Nécroworld and forcibly aged has allowed Yugo to fall in love with her all over again and, more importantly, to finally allow himself to love her with his whole being in return. No more holding back, no more second thoughts, no more take-backs. No more denying themselves what they have been desperately yearning for.

He loves Amalia and she loves him. And he's going to hold onto her for as long as they both live.

And I am so not normal about them.

[northlt03]

Fic idea idk how to explain

Barty and Evan, no matter what universe they're in, what time they're in, their souls are tied together.

It's early 1200 BC Barty (then called Achilles) sets off to Troy with his close companion Patroclus (Evan). Barty wants glory, to have his name be known for the ages. He wants to be like the greats- Hercules, Jason, Theseus, he wants to be a hero.

Evan follows, because that's all he has known- Barty. Just Achilles. That's all he's known his whole life. He goes where Achilles does. That's the way they work. He just wants his lover. He doesn't care much for the glory aspect.

It's the 5th century AD, Evan (then known as the king Arthur) has a kingdom to lead. He has to be a great ruler, to do his best, to do his duty. Granted, he's a bit of a prat, but can you blame him? He grew up knowing he would inherit his father's kingdom.

His father, who banned the use of magic forever in their kingdom. Evan doesn't really care for magic but he's grown up fearing it because of his father's words.

Evan is used to be attended to, by servants and maids, what he's not used to is being insulted time and time again by his new servant, a scrawny man his age, with a mop of dark hair and a permanent scowl. His name is Merlin and though Arthur doesn't know that, he's known Merlin's soul in a previous lifetime.

Merlin, or Barty, take your pick, takes pride in trying to bring Arthur down a notch or two. He had grown up with no one but his mother looking after him. And here's Evan with the whole kingdom at his feet.

They end up alone more often than not. The more time they spend together, the less Merlin hates him. The more he starts to care and the more he starts to save his life with his magic.

Arthur's reading him poetry when they kiss for the first time. Slow and unsure at first. Full of fear. Evan runs away, only to kiss Barty harder the next time they meet.

One thing leads to another.

They're happy. Until Arthur dies. There's nothing Merlin can do, and believe him, he tries.

It's the 15th Century when their souls meet again. Barty's a sculptor, he carves marble like it's clay, he pours his heart into his art. He doesn't care much for the women of the city.

He grows up hearing about gods- Zeus, the king of gods, the one who controls the skies, Poseidon, the god of the sea and earthquakes, stormbringer, Hades, the god of the underworld, his domain is death itself. He sees paintings about them, the greatest artists of his age starting the renaissance. He doesn't know he'll be a part of history.

Barty hears about heroes as well, mighty Heracles, Theseus and the Minotaur, Jason and the Argonauts. He hears and reads about the Trojan war, about Achilles and Patroclus- a great warrior duo. But above all... lovers.

Inspiration strikes, Barty carves night and day. He doesn't have a model, he carves from memory. His memory now? Or his memory of a past life?

Patroclus, slowly but steadily comes to life under his tools. First his figure, then limbs, then face. Barty feels like he should know him.

He presses a kiss to the marble statue's cold cheek.

The next morning, he's alive. A bit confused, but surely enough, alive. Barty had prayed to the gods and some must have heard.

The thing about the statue is... it wasn't perfect. There were parts Barty glossed over, parts he procrastinated, parts he forgot. So the person who pops out oft he Patroclus statue isn't perfect either.

Except he is... at least for Barty.

And so it goes, again and again and again.

They're writers in one lifetime, forced to hide their love for fear of society. They write about one another. Only a hundred years from then would people discover it.

They're soldiers in one. Both in a war they try to hopelessly outrun. They drink with one another and fight and fuck and kiss and it's messy, everything is messy.

They're wizards in one. They attend a school of witchcraft. War is brewing there too. A blood purist, a supremist. Evan's parents are supporters. He wants to get out desperately. He doesn't have much of a choice. They've seen how this war tears and takes and kills.

Barty's father is no supporter of the Dark Lord, quite the opposite, actually. Barty joins anyway. Not because he thinks he's better than ones without magic parents, not because he agrees with what the Dark Lord says. But because Evan is there. And Evan needs him.

They've already lost Regulus. They only have each other.

Evan's an actor in one lifetime. Pretty face, sharp, striking features. He's quick thinking, charming, teasing and far too good looking for his own good.

Barty's a singer. Men, women, everyone practically throws themselves at him. His voice is like a siren's... pulling and pulling and pulling. He bares his teeth in every smile.

They meet at an award show of all places. They've both vaguely heard of one another.

Don't ask why their ties were switched, their hair disshelved, their suits rumpled when they walk out of the bathroom one after the other.

[mixelation]

so i think the order of events in (a)synchronicity is this. btw this is going to fully lean into shinigami shenanigans incuding...... sexy shenanigans

minato saves tori and she decides she is going to kill him

tori makes minato soup

some other stuff happens including minato tracking her back down and her breaking minato's arm

minato is obsessed with her now

over the course of this tori has been killed a few times to really drive home what happens when she "dies"

jiraiya and kushina both promise minato they will help him get laid

minato is reporting on tori at the beginning but he lapses and fails to communicate adequately to anyone how deadly she is. he's in love, okay, and the only people he respects are egging him on

he kills a bunch of people at her request and tori decides she DOES like him back. this isn't even the "kill one thousand iwa-nin in one go" thing btw

the "kill one thousand iwa-nin in one go" thing happens and it's not even on konoha's orders. minato just does this to get his girlfriend back. he's super happy about it too because now they're together <3

konoha is finally like: wait. wait what the F U C K

hiruzen is like: drop yur girl and take this genin team and minato is like: no i can do both >:(

konoha goes to check out tori but she's just. some. lady????

and so konoha is like. oh my god, the yellow flash has completely lost it. let's wok him to death

and then that DOESN'T WORK

konoha decides the solution is to kill tori. but they want to send minato a lesson because he's actively ignoring direct orders to dump her and they can't let him realize they actually can't stop him from doing whatever he wants.

so the plan is: use jiraiya to distract minato with a mission. kill tori and physically cut the hiraishin marker off her skin. then move her somewhere and mutilate her corpse for the "lesson" part. thy'd prefer to mutilate her FIRST but also they don't know if she has a way to summon minato. so the priority is to kill her and get the marker off

however jiraiya is not stupid and also he's a nice guy who really does want to get minato laid. he realizes something is up after minato says something incongruent with something hiruzen said to him

minato show up just in time to see tori is freshly dead, and then all the konoha-nin still on the scene just. die? he didn't even do anything???

tori flips out bc the shinigami si still possessing her and it gets ~greedier~ every time she dies but she LIKES minato and NOT HIM--!

the shinigami is like: you know what. you're right. even though i'm perpetually starving, this guy is the only one who's ever filled me.

and then the shinigami is like: in want him inside us though, right now

tori: minato. fuck me. right now minato, confused and overjoyed and also sensing something is weird and terrible: you were DEAD??? tori: i'm fine. we want you to. minato: all the grass around you is dead

jiraiya has been completely ignored in this and he's run off to hunt down someone from the konoha team who went off as a messenger. jiraiya takes him captive to come back to tori alive again and doing. whatever the fuck that is

minato instinctively kind of knows what happened and he's freaked out but also. that's his cute girlfriend and someone stabbed a senbon through her neck. :<

they get the full story out of jiraiya's captive

this is some sort of moral turning point. tori decides she does want minato for forever, and to do that she'll have to end the war and maybe konoha itself. minato suddenly finds his faith in his own village tanked. jiraiya is beginning to suspect hooking up with tori is a bad idea

also

tori: please? pleeeease?

minato, in tears: no i'm NOT going to choke you to death in bed to have kinky shinigami sex

tori: i have never been hornier for you though :<

minato: (sobbing)

and maybe

tori: hey if the shinigami kills everything but you while we do it. do you think you're shooting blanks or what

minato: please stop trying to run experiments on my dick

[sunflowersunite]

Eremika post war headcanons

(in a world where the Rumbling wasn't Eren's fault and he can live well and happy)

once everything is over, EMA hugs one another so tightly that they might burst. They're a bundle of tears and laughter and dust, and they've done it.

Armin became an ambassador to help the island rebound from the catastrophe, whereas Eren and Mikasa returned to Paradis afterwards. That scene where we saw Mikasa leaving Marley after the war-- yeah, that's with Eren (all of him, not only his head). They ran away together, hands clasped, gear discarded. They stowed away on the first ship to Paradis.

They rebuild their old home in Shiganshina and stay there for a while, but as the island thrives, then realise that Shiganshina is getting too crowded. So they move to a cabin in the forest, secluded enough to be at peace. They visit Historia for lunch often (I mentioned Historia in other post war hcs too, and in my opinion, she's a must. Everyone visits Historia post war and they all dine together).

Mikasa doesn't wear her scarf anymore. She doesn't need it, Eren is with her, she sees him every morning and falls asleep knowing he's in the next room. She matures to realise that no one will take him away now. She feels safer. She tucks it away and wears it only in the winter.

They fall into a routine together, do chores, Eren hunts sometimes (Mikasa is better at it, but he stubbornly insists on doing it).

Neither touches on it, but they know that they're not kids anymore. They sense how different things between them are now.

Mikasa already knows how she feels for Eren, she's known for a long time, but feels like he needs space, since he hasn't said anything yet, nor has he revealed a wish for anything between them to change. It's enough for her that they're alive and together.

They're all awkward, they don't know what they are to each other.

Historia is fuming when Mikasa tells her that. "You two aren't together already??"

They turn beet red. Historia berates Eren and Mikasa separately ("don't you realise how much you mean to her/him? Come on, do something! We all knew since we were cadets!"), and they go home like punished schoolkids. They look at one another and crack a smile.

Eren knows how he feels but Mikasa deserves someone better and maybe he's not good enough and maybe he'll mess this up and how do people even do such things, how does he even ask her something like that, how does he tell her...?

Eren searches their old clothes and finds the scarf. He marches up to her, wraps it around her neck, remembering an old promise, and says "I'll wrap this around you, now and forever and as much as you want. For the rest of our lives."

Mikasa is startled and somewhat confused, so Eren has to say it out loud, face red. "I love you Mikasa. Marry me."

And she accepts. She locks him in a hug and spins him around. They get married that same day. They debated on waiting for Armin, but decided that enough was enough and also it was what Armin would have wanted.

Armin returns to visit them with the ambassadors after months. They're not waiting for them at the port, and he immediately knows where to look. He finds them under the tree.

EMA reunite and exchange their stories. ("took you long enough," Armin said. "Surprised you didn't get married first thing when you came home".)

They greet the rest of the ambassadors later. Jean has already started to heal and move past Mikasa, so he congratulates them happily (Eren and Jean drink a little more that night and fistfight, but it's okay because they're all together again).

Mikasa and Eren's firstborn is Carla, with Armin as her godfather.

Their second is Sasha. Connie cried when they announced him the name and asked him to be her godfather.

They grow old together. Levi still manages to kick Eren in the face despite being in a wheelchair. He tolerates their kids (he loves them but don't tell anyone). Hange becomes the crazy aunt (yeah Hange is alive too)

Did I mention they grow old together

They don't work out that much anymore because they live a life of peace. Their physique isn't that ideal anymore (they still look very good but yk) and they don't care. They have a garden and a home and their friends and their kids and each other. They don't want anything else anymore.

Armin tells the world their story. Eren and Mikasa have been asked to sign copies of the book sometimes.

They're buried under the tree but after a long and fulfilling life by each other's side.

[asimpwithfreetime]

!Spoilers for Avatar:The way of the water!

Could I get a story about yandare!Tsireya and yandare!Lo'ak being head-over-heels metkayina!reader who is completely oblivious to them? where they're going to confess but when they are done making her gifts and meat to give them, they're missing? Could they confess after she randomly goes missing for hours and the entire village is looking for them? Could she be found ranting to an akula(it's the animal that attacked lo'ak in the movie)? Pretty please🙏

Finally I can develop my yandere headcanons of Lo’ak and Tsireya 😈

-Is she mine or yours? -Ours (communism, ahem!, I mean, Yandere! Lo’ak x Metkayina! Reader x Yandere! Tsireya)

Content warning: English isn’t my first language and this hasn’t been proofread yet, I might be delusional at this point, sometimes the things I write make it seem like Lo’ak is horny for the reader, but my intention was to make him look obsessed, maybe I should practice my English more and actually learn more words.

General warnings: yandere behavior, oblivious reader, aged up! Lo’ak and aged up! Tsireya, polyamory, courting, double courting, cursing

Another day started for the Metkayina clan the Sullys had decided to stay with. War was over finally and everyone was happy and alive.

Neteyam ruffed Lo’ak’s hair. “So Tsireya and you are a thing now?” The eldest son smiled while laughing.

“Shut up!” Lo’ak shushed him while punching his arm. Neteyam laughed wholeheartedly, wincing when he felt the pain of his wounds still too fresh to move properly.

Lo’ak got up and went down to the beach where Tsireya awaited for him. “Lo’ak I must tell you something” she said hurriedly. “I do too”.

“I see you, Tsireya, but I also see someone else. I don’t know how to explain it is just-“ he was cut off “a connection, as if Eywa wanted us three together” Tsireya continued for him. Lo’ak was dumbfounded.

“So you also feel like this?” He asked. His eyes shone, he couldn’t hide his excitement. “Yes” she smiled, in response he kissed her forehead. “Is it Y/n?” Lo’ak asked.

Tsireya looked surprised, “Y-yes”. “We could court her together” he said.

“She could be ours” Tsireya said, the tone dropping. As they continued to talk their yandere side got wilder, but they both loved each other and had put their target on Y/n. Something else shone in their eyes every time they planned it.

Y/n was a normal Metkayina, with her duties and chores here and there. She had helped alongside the others in the war and she had tended Neteyam’s wounds. That way, Lo’ak got to know her. As he was often visited by Tsireya she also got to know the sweet Metkayina that stole their hearts.

But her sweet nature and her soft act made them both fall in love. And maybe even more than in love. She sparked a new sensation in them, making them obsess over her, they need to know where she is, who she is with and everything.

Speaking of which, when she saw Lo’ak and Tsireya on the beach she swam towards them. “Hey guys, how is it going?” She asked. “Is Neteyam doing better?” The way she worried, the cute concern written all over her face, she was perfect.

Even though, when they heard of Neteyam, the way his name rolled out of her tongue, they almost scoffed. “Oh, he is doing okay and we were going to look for cool shells, care to join us?” Tsireya said, smiling up to her. She nodded. “I have just finished my chores so, why not”.

Lo’ak helped her up to her ilu, even though she could have done it herself. He wanted to hold her. Just the short lived feeling of his hands in her waist was driving him crazy.

Once they were all riding their ilus, they took Y/n to a reef full of beautiful shells. And while Y/n was distracted looking at some fish, Lo’ak and Tsireya took it upon themselves to find gifts for her.

“Y/n! Look!” Lo’ak said, he gave her a (your favorite color) shell. It sparkled under the sunlight. “Oh, it is beautiful, Lo’ak” she responded. He saw the stars, he loved her voice and the way she said his name and the way her eyes looked at him. Her body, her frame, her personality, everything was a blessing from Eywa. He loved her and wanted her.

When she was about to give the shell back he said “you can keep it, it is a gif”. That was the beginning of the courting, even if Y/n didn’t have a clue.

From that they on, the would appear around her at random points of the day, asking to help her, gifting her stuff or showing off their skills. She thanked them with a smile, thinking it was just friends giving gifts to friends. She even returned the gesture with shells she had found and things like that.

“Bro” Neteyam called Lo’ak over in one of his and Tsireya’s courting sessions. “What?” The younger sibling huffed. “I think she isn’t noticing your advances, she is just being friendly” he deadpanned.

“No she is not! She is accepting our advances” Lo’ak responded angrily. “Look at her” Neteyam said. Lo’ak turned, it was true. You were playing with Tsireya on the water, splashing around.

Tsireya was blushing while Y/n played with a child-like nature. She was just having fun with a friend, while Tsireya didn’t notice.

After that, they planned the day that they would confess to her, no more playing.

The day came and as Lo’ak and Tsireya prepared everything, time passed. When it was time to search for Y/n they came with the surprise that she wasn’t there anymore.

“Where the fuck is Y/n?” Lo’ak grunted desperately. “I don’t know” Tsireya sighed. “We should look for her”.

Soon the whole village was searching for her, nobody could find her. Tsireya and Lo’ak went way over the reef to find her. Tsireya signed towards Lo’ak underwater “I see her, let’s be quiet”. Lo’ak nodded and followed her.

They hid behind some rocks and saw Y/n swimming supposedly alone. Until a huge Akula came over. Lo’ak started swimming towards her until he felt a tug on his tail. The Metkayina girl signed for him to stop and wait. He, pretty against his will, went back down.

“You wouldn’t believe it” Y/n signed to the akula. “There is an omatikaya boy and a Metkayina girl who are always with me” she told her friend happily. Lo’ak and Tsireya were dumbfounded.

“They are nice and always friendly, but I think I like them” she signed with fast movements. Tsireya and Lo’ak smiled at each other. The akula softly pushed against Y/n in a loving and caring movement. “You know how excited I can get” she laughed.

[quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome]

So I might have an idea

Price is immortal. The other guys reincarnate. So Price has been alive for thousands of years and lived countless lifetimes (he started counting at first, but gave up after a hundred times of moving countries when people started noticing that he wasn't aging). And then the rest of the boys (I literally only know Ghost and Soap and Gaz so im sticking with them), he's met them so many times before. Sometimes, it's all three of them at once. Sometimes, just one or two of them, the other(s) having already died by the time they manage to find their way to each other. There's probably even been times when he lives an entire lifetime without meeting any of them. He probably gets the biggest headache when it's just Soap and Gaz.

And Soap and Ghost?

Price has watched them fall in love in so many lifetimes, in so many countries, in so many ways, but every time they first meet and they jump straight to antagonistic, he refuses to tell them what's coming. Because it happens every time. They fall in love every time. And then they die. They always die. He watches them lose each other and how it breaks them, even if he learns after a while that they're always going to come back. Maybe he'd give them more time together if they knew or maybe it'd make things worse. It won't matter either way because they'll love and they'll hurt and they'll die and do the whole damn thing over again in another 30 years or however long it is this time.

Maybe Price told them all what was happening one time. And they still died anyway. And the next time they all found their way to each other, no one else remembered and he didn't want to do that again.

And then Gaz.

Gaz, who Price has been in love with for centuries, maybe even millennia. Gaz, who he's seen die a thousand deaths. Who he's held as he died more times than he cares for. Who he's seen not recognise him in too many lifetimes. Who he's lost and gotten back and lost again. He knew, seeing Gaz die for the first time, that he couldn't love him and lose him and be able to stand having Gaz not recognise him the next time they see each other. So he keeps as much distance as he can.

Until their last lifetime.

Price couldn't stand not being with Gaz for a second longer. They had a few good years together. They were happy. Until it ended the same way it always does. Gaz died all over again. Bloodier than it had been in a long time- war will do that to you- and wrapped in Price's arms and trying desperately to hold on, for all the good it did.

And then Gaz was gone.

Again.

Until now.

Gaz wanders into the 141 and Price has no idea how he's supposed to cope.

[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

Deja Vu ~ Russell Adler x Female Reader

{Author's Note} This was inspired by @alypink's recent Adler render where he's leaning against a muscle car AND HOO BOY that put tons of thoughts in my head about a younger Adler before he heads off to Vietnam. Reader in this story dated him before he went off to war and they got together again after the events of the Cold War game. I probably got some timeline stuff wrong but I did my research and tried to keep it consistent lol. A horrendous sinus infection has given me a short break from school as I start some medications to clear it up so that means more time for writing! Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this! I've got plenty of ideas for a younger Adler x reader series so expect more in the future! And let me know if you'd like to be removed or added to the tag list🫶🏻 I don't know if I managed to include everyone that I wanted to so please let me know! AND YES I'm using a Robert Redford gif because they're basically the same person in my eyes LOL {Tag List} @littlemissclandestine @alypink @mctvsh @adlerboi @deadbranch @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ghostlythots @glitterypirateduck

Russell Adler x Female Reader

❌Content Warning: none❌

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1965

“When are you leaving again?” 

Adler sends you a glance through dark shades as you pass him a bucket full of water. He takes it easily, hefting it with little issue while you had struggled to lift it only moments ago. 

“In a month,” he responds and splashes the bucket’s contents across the windshield of his car. “Higher ups are gettin’ worried about the increased communist presence in Vietnam so they’re sending in some troops. I’ll be going on behalf of the CIA to do some recon and see if we can figure out what’s happening over there.”

You knew that already. He’d told you half a dozen times before but he answered you anyway. He knew how worried you were about the threat of impending war, especially when he was being sent into the midst of it with little choice to refuse. 

All you can manage is a nod as you focus on sponging down the window opposite him. He notices your silence and rounds the car, drying his palms on his already damp tank top. 

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he murmurs softly as he grasps your chin and guides your face to look at him. You blink back tears and he wipes away the few that manage to escape with gentle thumbs. 

“Just gotta make sure the Soviets aren’t meddling in things,” he continues. “It shouldn’t take long.”

You nod as he caresses the curves of your cheeks. “I just want you to be careful.” 

And come back alive, you think to yourself. Come back to me. 

He leans to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I will. Promise.”

His lips meet yours in a tender kiss, one that makes you smile and clears the mist from your eyes. 

“Now, help me finish cleaning this thing before Sims gets here. He needs to see this baby in all her glory.”

You laugh, feeling your heart lighten as Russ turns up the radio. He bobs his head to The Beach Boys song flowing through the speakers and you promise yourself to commit this moment to memory. The glint of his shades in the sunlight, the shimmer of golden hair as he pushes it off his forehead, the movement of his arms and back as he leans over the hood of his car. The image is imprinted in your mind’s eye for years to come.

~ ~ ~

1982

Adler has changed, though your memories of him have not. He’s still stubborn as a mule with an envy-inducing sense of style and a love for muscle cars. He’s older now, quieter and less open, scarred both physically and mentally after his time in Vietnam. His most recent escapade involved a former Soviet agent who he refuses to talk about so you don’t push the topic. You’re just happy he’s come back to you.

“You gonna keep staring or help me clean this thing?” Russ says with a slight smile. His shades reflect the sun the same way they did all those years ago and you hurry to his side, upping the radio’s volume on the way.

Russ likes to talk about cars and so you let him, enjoying the sound of his voice as he guides you through the inner workings of the machinery before you. He's gentle and careful with his movements, and you notice the serenity in his features. It was one of the few times he was able to relax, a brief moment where he didn't carry the world on his shoulders. You know he's not perfect, far from it, but he deserves this temporary peace and you're thankful that you're present to enjoy it with him.

“Do you know that I love you?” you ask suddenly. The comment makes Russ pause in his work, gaze lifting to yours as he straightens.

"That so?"

You giggle. "You're supposed to say it back, you know," you tease, fully aware of his tendency to play coy with this sort of thing.

He brushes stray strands of hair from your face, the pads of his fingers delicately tracing your features. He was hesitant to touch you these days, fearing you'd be disgusted by his calloused hands, but you made it a point to remind him that such things were a sign that he had survived and kept his promise to you, even if it had taken longer than either of you had anticipated.

"I love you, too," he murmurs, his voice a low whisper, as if he were afraid to release the phrase into the world where it could be taken from him.

You grin and lean to press a kiss to his scarred cheek, hearing his contented sigh as his arms settle around your waist. You promise to commit this moment to memory, just as you had countless times before, adding it to the complicated collection of images and sensations that made up Russell Adler.

[vadersassistant]

Vader In A Relationship (Headcanons)

You thought he was down bad in the talking stage? Heads up it gets worse from here.

Now that you two are in a relationship he's much more comfortable being affectionate towards you directly.

Even though he can read your thoughts, and knows you wont leave him, that doesn't stop him from from making sure you know he's the best option for you.

Lets you hold his lightsaber, and guides your hands in properly placing them. He knows you can do it yourself, just wants an excuse to touch you.

Openly gives you gifts even though you didn't ask for anything. If you think about it, he knows, and will get it.

Teaches you about the force whether you're sensitive to it or not. Loves that you enjoy listening to him.

He's extremely protective. Constantly monitoring who you're hanging out with and who sees you.

Will make it clear you are his. If someone gets to close to you it's war. All the sudden that person disappears from your life, even though you had no clue why.

Vader is the only thing that should consume your time, in his opinion.

If you have a passion or hobby he will fully support it. Whether that's writing or art (for example) he's happy to give you the resources and time to pursue it.

Anything that interests you he learns about. He's invested in you just as much as you are in him. (Definitely obsessed)

If someone hurts you they're dead. Especially if you cry, he will absolutely destroy whoever made you feel that way. Doesn't really care if they're good at their job, someone else can fill the role, and it wont be someone who has hurt you.

You worry about his tendencies to harm people that bother you. Its natural to become annoyed by people in the work space, but you can't control what you share with him. You know he knows everything you think about, so consider things handled.

Purposely doesn't get a bigger meditation chamber so you're forced to sit on his lap. His legs are massive and strong, so there's no need to worry about it.

Willingly force heals you, even if its a headache, he's got you covered.

Does everything he can to give you a somewhat normal relationship. If the meditation chamber isn't nearby, and he can't take off his mask, he'll simulate it with the force. You'll feel him pressing kisses to your neck and forehead, even though he's not there/not close to you.

He does this anyways throughout the day. If you're in meetings together, he'll tease you, and touch you with the force. All the sudden it feels like his arms are around your waist, or his hands are rubbing circles across your skin. No one notices because you're good at hiding it, but he knows and loves it.

If you go on missions together he's adamant on you staying with him at all times to protect you, although your the safest woman alive in your role as his.

His tone is much softer towards you. He tries to make sure you aren't scared of him in any way, especially if you see something like him choking a trooper/officer.

Moves you into his quarters, and upgrades your office. You still work in his office anyways though.

Would take you on little getaways to planets, he's traveled practically everywhere, and knows the best spots.

He has a lot of anger issues, but doesn't take it out on you. If anything, you calm him down naturally.

Loves walking behind you instead of in front of you, so that he towers over you. Also will stand behind you/beside you during meetings or confrontations with other people, and hold you/rub circles across your skin. Its his way of reminding people to be careful around you.

Lets you use his cloak as a blanket if you get cold.

Has a set of hand picked troopers assigned to you as a personal detail. Incase of emergency, you're constantly in good hands.

He's good at the little things, and makes an effort to be the first and last thing you think of each day.

A/N: I have so many more headcanons, lmk if I should do a part 2!

[thosewildcharms]

Just broke my own heart thinking about Rick being absent for Lori’s pregnancy with Judith since he was, understandably, emotionally checked out AND being completely absent with Michonne’s for RJ and how he missed welcoming them both into the world, plus not seeing them grow up as he said, for a man that only cares about his family he must carry so much guilt over that or feel cursed… also thought about Michonne probably being extremely anxious when RJ turned the age Andre was when he died and she had no one to talk to about it. Thinking about her having to deal with it all while being a grieving single mother of 2 leading a community also made me sad. lol I know they’re both resilient fighters but damn all of that is so heavy! I’m so happy they’re all back together now and can start some healing

ANON BESTIE WHAT THE FUCK?

well okay sure. let's be depressing for a bit but then we should go back to grimes family headcanons okay?

it's honestly so tragic that rick was not able to see the birth of the child he wanted so badly, that he didn't even know RJ existed for almost a decade. the length of that time jump is honestly so evil - like yes, on one level it heightens the intensity of their bond, the way that they never even considered anyone else over all those years and stayed completely in love throughout that absence and distance. but god, it's just a really fucking long time. it's devastating!

it's also why I love that scene in the towl finale where rick expresses how angry he is about it, how just for a minute he lets himself say out loud that he just wants to be selfish for once and say fuck it let's go home, because he doesn't want to miss any more time than he already has. i also love the way andy played the reunion with judith and rj: the quiet grief in his face because he's mourning the time lost even while they're right in front of him, maybe even more so. like, of course he was distraught over how much he missed. this man held a shard of glass to his neck when he truly thought he could never see his family again (which i think we moved on from a bit too quickly tbh). his love for his family is his motivation for everything. keeping him away from them is the worst thing you could do to him, which is btw is why i'm not mad okafor is dead.

as for michonne. well my god anon did you have to go there with that andre/rj thing? i mean, yes you're absolutely right and you're completely brilliant but jfc that hurt. i honestly can't even think about those six years michonne spent grieving rick and raising their kids and protecting that community and getting that scar and everything else without getting upset. i genuinely hate it so much. i'm also constantly thinking about the scene where she finds evidence that rick is alive, the specific way her face contorts as she holds that phone like she's scared to even dare to hope, even though she never fully believed he was gone in the first place. we already saw how much she was struggling but that scene makes me want to set myself on fire. it's all just so fucking sad.

so yes. they better be left alone to heal in peace forever no more Situations no more near death experiences no more wars or fascist megalomaniacs with armies to overthrow. they've done enough!

[silverflqmes]

i know you got like 37393793749 requests already but HEAR ME OUT BABES.

genesis x reader where he's at banora making plans to revolve against shinra but his (other) childhood best friend still lives there. zack is coming too with tseng and they're planning to 'get rid of the evidence' right??? what would genesis do once he finds his other childhood best friend in banora and would he save them from certain death by the hands of shinra???

໒⦂ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑.

notes. hi anon, you’re so real for this request let me slap you with some angst real QUICK — or um, hurt / comfort.. ahem, luckily i finished this part in cc a couple nights ago otherwise i would be clowning🫥 ALSO THE GREAT WAR FR FIT A LITTLE TOO MUCH HERE

genre. angst + hurt / comfort

tw. detailed descriptions of injuries

genesis rhapsodos x gn!reader.

the smell of smoke polluted your lungs as a cough left your lips, eyes barely half lidded.

how.. had it come to this?

the logs holding your home childhood home together began to scorch, crack and cave in on itself — blocking most, if not all, plausible escape routes.

what had banora — or rather, the people of banora — done to earn such a cruel kismet?

sweat trickled from your forehead down to your chin, the heat sweltering —growing even more unbearable by the minute. had your predecessors known an aerial assault like this would befall their homes one day.. perhaps they would have reconsidered their building materials. alas, it was too late for that.

had you caused something to share part of this punishment, too?

blends of warm colors engulfed your vision as you ascended the decaying steps to what once was your chambers. a place of solace, where you would read to your heart’s content and indulge in your hobbies. the stairs that once led up to your happy place now groaned in protest, waiting to wither away into dust.

would there be enough time to evade fate?

the darkened planks snapped beneath your battered boots, throwing you forward onto your knees at the top of the stairwell with a stuttered yelp.

or was there truly no way out, but death?

ash and grime painted the surface of whatever skin you had left exposed, eyes glossing over with tears as the flames kissed your limbs. it was painful, unlike anything you’d felt before, but you told yourself to endure.

what choice was there but to tolerate it?

you wouldn’t trust in help being on the way, not with banora deserted — oddly deprived of its population. the only one left.. had been the mother of a childhood friend of yours.

was she suffering the same as you were? or had she been lucky to make it out, likely not unscathed, but alive at least..?

or.. would she suffer worse? as the parents of your other childhood friend had a few days ago.

such was karma, sadly. but with the mother, stuck in that house alone for years after the loss of her remarried husband, and the later departure of her son going off to join the elite SOLDIER program.. perhaps death was the solace needed to be set free and return to the planet at last, sailing the lifestream in peace.

you forced yourself back to your feet, wincing at the chars and cuts poking through the holes of your clothing. exhaustion was creeping up on you — coercing you into dropping your efforts and allow yourself to be consumed entirely by the great inferno.

but something — a gut feeling — told you it was not your time yet. whether or not that had been a fear of dying or a selfish desire to defy destiny.. remained unclear.

all you knew, is that you needed to hang on and get out.

“almost there..” you whispered to yourself as a reassurance, despite feeling as though your skin had been peeling off. layer by layer, tissue by tissue, melting down into a pathetic pool of residue.

a final stumble towards your windowsill and you nearly breathed out in relief. the casement thankfully had no fallen logs or debris to block your exit, however, the real obstacle would be the drop that awaited you.

grabbing ahold of a stool that once paired with your now destroyed vanity, you lined the pegs up with your window, heaving a breath. “here goes.”

not wasting another second, you drove the piece of furniture into the glass, watching as it shattered into thousands — millions of pieces.

the flames howled against the breeze, growing with fury as you hissed when they grazed your skin.

there was no luxury left for stalling, you needed to get out and fast.

overcome with sorrow, you threw one final glance at your precious, shriveling, home before stepping onto the charred outline.

escape was at last within your grasp, and yet..

your breath hitched, trapping in your throat when you realized how far the fall had been, and no less.. into a field of fire.

..it continued to be so far out of reach.

stay in your home and die with it, or flee your home and die before it — those had been the options that had presented themselves to you. both equally gruesome.

a series of cracking halted your train of thoughts, panic flooding you as the wooden trim fractured beneath your weight.

stripped of a surface to stand on, your hand flew out to seize the splintered frame, eyes widening as you did so.

was this.. the end?

the log crumpled beneath your tight hold, nails clawing helplessly for dear life as your vision began to blur.

maybe.. it was.

not wanting to witness your demise, you squeezed your eyes shut despite the tears that leaked out. it was probably wise to just give in.. and accept fate for whatever it was.

only, it never came.

a feather-light touch caressed your body as a pair of arms secured you against a firm chest, lifting you into the air.

startled, you opened your eyes despite your fears to find a crimson jacket — mixed with charcoal. it.. it couldn’t be.

“falling out of a window, my dearest?” a chuckle seemed to follow as your body was cradled closer to your savior. “you would be wise not to do so while in my absence.. who would be your hero, then?”

had your eyes deceived you amidst the calamity brought upon your homeland? had the fumes gotten to you so badly that your mind had created an image of your friend, now winged, rushing to your aid..

or was it all real?

“ge.. nesis..” you winced, dragging your gaze over to the dark wing protruding from his right shoulder blade before looking up at the ginger. “is it.. really you?”

the former first class SOLDIER regarded you for a moment, an absentminded smile on his lips as he let out a mirthless laugh. “does my monstrous appearance frighten you that much, y/n?”

monstrous? “where did you get that sort of conclusion..? i’m over here thinking this is all.. just a dream, a-and that’s what you assume i think?” you scoffed, reaching a hand to pinch his cheek despite your wounds before closing your eyes. “you are completely mistaken, do not ask me that ever again. you, genesis, are not a monster.”

he stared down at you for a brief second, descending slowly as his boots at last made contact with the ground. “a man who brought discord upon his homeland is anything but a ‘hero’, therefore ‘monster’ emerges as the more suitable term.” the mako-eyed male answered softly, casting one final glance toward his crumbling home — the banora apples melting away with his memories.

knitting your brows together, you lifted your gaze, frowning. “you.. did this?” your voice came out as a whisper, heart trapped in your throat. genesis couldn’t possibly have done so.. it couldn’t have been his doing.

his eyes lowered back down to yours, the sullied smile still tugging at his lips. “indirectly, i suppose, yes.” he affirmed, looking up at the smoke filled sky. “shinra did not take kindly to mine and angeal’s resignation. this, it seems, was their response.” burning a town off the face of the planet until was unrecognizable.

as if it had never been there to begin with.

you gripped his jacket tighter, dropping your head to his chest. “i’ll never forgive them..”

genesis petted your head gently, gaze sharpening. “you would be right not to.”

notes. oki finally finished this, several sittings were taken but here you go anon, i hope you enjoyed it😭 there was not much genesis but he saved the day, um kind of??? maybe.. but yeah🥹

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[bcolfanfic]

Ahh id love to hear some hcs about the time when theyre trying to get bucky help/make him realise he needs to try and get help (even if that too turns to be difficult when they hit a wall at the VAs office)

poor sweet bub </3

in my head- it takes a minute after they get home for things to really get as bad as they do. when he first goes back to wyoming with gale and they get their marriage license the minute they're back (they say they'll have an Actual Wedding later, they just want it on paper asap), even though his mind is racing, he's kinda in lalaland just happy to be out of the war. and with gale and starting their life together.

then when the "newness" does start to wear off, he's antsy to really tell gale that he's struggling because he's scared of popping his bubble and "ruining everything". '

so he doesn't say anything- and just kinda starts spiraling into depression. sleeping more, crying in the shower, feeling really Out Of It when he is awake etc etc.

gale notices something is off right away, but bucky wont talk to him so it doesn't really get very far- until one of the nights bucky gets out of bed in the middle of the night and gale finds him just sitting in the living room crying into his hands </3

sits with him and bucky just kinda blubbers about everything and about how out of whack he's felt and how guiltily he feels over it. this is elaborated on more in the fic im working on- but to begin with gale encourages bucky to talk to the va, and it's him doing that advocating for himself at first, or at least trying to. there's a little movement, he gets an initial appointment and talks to someone but then in the attempting to have consistent, ongoing assistance is when things start to go sideways,

and after one call with them where he gets especially frustrated and really freaks out gale decides to take over trying to handle the va for him.

he has "episodes" kinda similar to the whole baseball thing- and mostly at night. in a way gale almost trains himself to sense when he's awake and not in bed anymore, and it really freaks him out the few times bucky ends up going outside at night. he only ever goes out into their backyard, and gale always manages to get him inside and back to bed safely, even if it takes a bit.

but a part of his increasing frustration with trying to get him help is that he's terrified that one night he isn't just going to be in the yard, or he's not going to wake up/realize he's gone and bucky's going to get hurt. and he knows he wouldn't forgive himself if anything did happen to him.

bucky talks to curt quite a bit when all of this is going on, in that he still feels like he's burdening gale with certain things and curt is "different". especially when a lot of his shit comes from blaming himself for curt getting hurt/his EOD unit not finding the explosive that blew his leg off, in a way it helps to talk to him as much as he can because it drills into his head that curt is alive and doesn't hate him for what happened.

[nimata-beroya]

Questions about Asajj Ventress' return that TBB didn't answer 😞

(I knew it wouldn't, but I still had hoped)

The "I have a few lives left" line explains very little. And I still have a bunch of questions after reading Dark Disciple. I can guess she was resurrected by Nightsister magic, obviously. The mechanics of how she's back doesn't worry me. I wonder the when and what happened after.

My first question is how long it took her to come back. Does Quinlan and/or Obi-Wan know that she's alive? Did she come back as soon as the book was over while Vos and OWK were still on Dathomir? Was it after? But how much after? Was it before or after Order 66? Does she know Quinlan survived the purge?

Dark Disciple spans like 5 or 6 months through the timeline, by my calculations. Let's see: I took Quinlan a month or so to find Asajj and gain her trust while working together, and another few weeks while they trained on Dathomir. Yet another month until Ventress tried to rescue Quinlan after their failed mission. Who knows how long it passed after he fell to the Dark Side (this is Star Wars, so of course the time passing clues are as vague as possible). Then another whole month (as the book says) after OBK and Ventress did rescue Vos (and nobody noticed he had fallen except her). And it should have passed at least another month after she "died" before Revenge of The Sith, assuming Obi-Wan was again in charge of Quinlan's recovery (as the book hinted at, but I may be wrong) and Vos was nowhere to be seen during the movie, meaning that he was well enough to leave unsupervised. I know, I know, TCW and the book were made after the movie and all that, but I'm trying to make sense out of this mess, logically. So, logic tells me that if the book is set on 19 BBY between seasons 6 and 7 of TCW, which doesn't even encompasses the entire year, there's little time between the end of the book and Order 66.

Considering that, I'm divided between 2 possibilities of when she was reborn:

If she came back to life before Order 66 was executed, there are 2 ways in which things went. A) She told Quinlan she was alive, and they're happy together now (even if he didn't appear on TBB). This is the option my shipping heart wants. However, my head tells me, it's the least likely 😭. B) She didn't tell him. She sacrificed their relationship, as not make him chose between her and the Jedi and/or not to tempt him to fall again with attachments. And then Order 66 happened, and now she thinks he's dead 😭😭😭

Or she was reborn after Order 66, and she thinks he's dead anyway😭😭😭

See, this is why I shouldn't consume more new (to me) media. I get attached to characters and ships, and then I suffer. I need answers! I need to know!!!

[frozen-waters]

rewritten ask!! 🪻 eagle flies with a super kind, gentle, and patient gf. [maybe she's a doctor too, but that's up to you. 🤍] she's super easygoing and softspoken, not often saying much but her words radiate wisdom. she and eagle flies likely met through arthur ((who i'd like to imagine went to her and asked for help with tuberculosis due to her wisdom, but then again, she can't even do anything about it 'cause that's just not her thing)). the two hung out more often as she was quite eager to help the wapiti people get their land back. but peacefully. eagle flies liked this about her, and he confessed, now they're dating. woohoo! the thing is, even though she's usually good at convincing people out of dumb ideas, she couldn't convince eagle flies out of war with the united states army. when he gets injured ((killed? nope. that never happened)) after the battle, she's quick to aid him and she's apologizing a whole bunch, "i'm sorry i wasn't here to help you before," "i'm sorry you had to go through this pain," "i'm so sorry it took me so long to get here," etc. she takes care of him until full recovery ((whether doctor or not)). the end. everyone's happy. yippee!

thank u snookums 🤍

ofc ofc love you for this. also i haven't written an x reader in a bit so idk. I’m also not too sure that I wrote this the way you wanted but I tried and I’m also sorry that this took forever 💀

tw : some light gore, needles (mentioned), light angst (not really a tw but I figured I'd put it in), and definitely medical inaccuracies

Always Here (Eagle Flies x F!Reader)

Night set in on the Wapiti Reservation long ago. Some of the warriors who went off to fight at the oil fields had come back, others weren't so lucky. There still hasn't been any sign of Eagle Flies or Paytah yet, making the worry worse in everyone's stomachs. You and the other women have been helping the wounded men as best as any of you could, but with the sobbing of other people around the Reservation and the smell of metallic blood filling the air, it brought time to a crawl. There wasn't much on your mind as you dug bullets out of men, or stitched up their wounds, but when you'd leave them to rest with their wives, you feared for the state Eagle Flies would be found in.

You loved him dearly, you were afraid of him getting himself killed by going to fight the army. Of course you knew how important this was to him and you'd urge him to be as safe as he could but sometimes all you could do was hope he didn't get shot. You tended to his wounds when Charles had returned him from Fort Wallace, he hadn't spoken much, you understood why.

There was commotion outside the tent you were in as you sewed the gash on a man’s bicep back together, people had muttered things about Eagle Flies and your heart sank to your stomach, worry washing over you. You tied off the stitches and patted the man on the shoulder, offering him a smile before you wiped off your hands on your skirts and stood up, exiting the tent. There's a small gathering of people outside of Rains Fall's tent, you stand towards the back and wait for whoever was in their to come out and shed some light on what was happening.

It's another moment or two before Arthur and Charles come out of the tent, they turn and speak to each other for another minute before they hug, Arthur turns to leave. You glance at Charles before you follow Arthur.

"Arthur," You call to him. He stops in front of his horse and turns to face you. "What happened? Is Eagle Flies- is he-?"

"He's alive, don't worry." He takes a step closer to you and your shoulders relax. "Looks like you've been busy." He gestures loosely to your bloodied clothes, you hum in response and clasp your hands together in front of you, looking back at Rains Fall's tent, everyone had dispersed and began to pack the little belongings they had. "Charles says it's best if the Wapiti get outta here."

"What about you?" You turn to him again.

"Guess I'll just go back to doin' what I've always done."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, go help Eagle Flies." He waves towards the tent and turns to mount his horse. You had known since Arthur first came to you that there'd be no way for his tuberculosis to die down, but it hurt seeing him get sicker, even if you hadn't known him before he had gotten so bad.

"Goodbye, Arthur." You take a few steps back as he maneuvers his horse back onto the path.

"So long, miss." Arthur tips his hat to you and rides out of the Reservation. You turn and head to Rains Fall's tent, Eagle Flies is laying on a bedroll inside, his father kneeling next to him. You sit next to Rains Fall, Eagle Flies eyes are closed, but his chest moves up and down as he breathes, his breathing slightly labored. You place your hand on the nape of his neck and run it down his shoulder. Rains Fall doesn't speak to you, he only looks at his son as he waits for him to say something. You look at the bullet wound on his abdomen and sigh.

"I will stay." Rains Fall says to you, his voice hoarse.

"I wasn't going to ask you to leave." He looks at you for a moment before he slides over a little, you move into the spot he was in previously. Eagle Flies eyes open slightly when you place a hand on his stomach, he sits up a tiny bit only for his father to place his hand on his shoulder and push him back down.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there earlier to help you." You say to Eagle Flies, your voice breaking slightly. He looks at you, slightly confused, but still with that tiredness and hurt in his eyes.

"Do not apologize," He mutters as he watches you grab for the tweezers you had tied around your hip.

"I... this will hurt." You tell both him and Rains Fall. Another woman had let herself into the tent with whiskey and bandages, you watch her as she sets them on the ground next to you and mutter a small, "Thank you" to her, she looks to you for a second and nods before she leaves. Eagle Flies clenches his jaw as you start digging around in his wound for the bullet, his grunts are muffled by his mouth, tears prick at your eyes as you watch more blood spill from the wound. There’s a horrible squelching sound that you’ve heard before, Eagle Flies lifts his hand and grabs your wrist as you finally find the bullet and begin to pull it out.

“I know, I know.” You tried to soothe him, he hisses through his teeth, his grip only tightening. “I’m almost done, okay? You’ll be alright, just- I just…” You trailed off, blinking away the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. You looked to Rains Fall, you’d never seen him so pined without being the one who’s hurt. You ripped your hand away from Eagle Flies, he winced as you tore the bullet out of his body, you covered his open wound with your hands and pressed down on it. He groaned and gripped at the fabric of your shirt, trying to push you off of him.

You take the bottle of whiskey and move your hands away from him as you pour the liquid into his wound, he squirms as it bubbles up and stings at the bullet hole.

"I'm almost done, it wont hurt too much more in a few seconds." You un-tuck your shirt and wipe away the blood and spilt whiskey. You poke at his wound slightly, trying to feel how deep it went, if the bullet had been any deeper, he would've needed stitches. "Can you sit up?"

Eagle Flies nods slightly in response, Rains Fall helps his son sit up and you move to sit behind Eagle Flies. Rains Fall watches you as you wrap the bandages tightly around his son's abdomen.

"The worst parts over." You tell them both. Eagle Flies leans back against your chest and sighs. "You were very lucky."

"I know. Thank you." Eagle Flies knocks his head against yours gently and you smile.

"I'm sorry about the pain."

"I can handle it."

"I know." It's silent between the three of you for a few moments as you and Rains Fall listen to Eagle Flies breathe.

-- -- --

The sun will rise in a few hours. Everyone left the Reservation not too long ago, now traveling in wagons and on horseback as you head south to avoid Fort Wallace and the oil fields.

Eagle Flies has been in-and-out of sleep since he got loaded into one of the wagons with you, whereas you've gotten no sleep at all, too keen on watching him and waiting for anymore signs of discomfort. But as Eagle Flies lies awake now, on his back and looking up at the stars, he shifts his body to face you slightly.

"I'm happy you were here tonight." He whispers, voice a little gruff. You lay on your side and tuck your hands under your head.

"Me too," Eagle Flies scans over your face before he takes one of your still bloody hands into his own, you squeeze his hand slightly and scoot closer to him. "You should be better in a few months."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"Well, you should be."

"I have no reason not to believe you when you tell me I'm going to be alright." You smile at him.

"Just don't get yourself hurt again somehow while you're still healing."

"I won't."

"Good." You and Eagle Flies stare at each other for a few more seconds before you move so that you're fully next to him, you wrap your arm under his ribs and around his back, careful not to hit his bullet wound, he chuckles softly and rests his head against your shoulder, wrapping a hand around your waist. The wood of the wagon is uncomfortable to sleep on even with a bedroll, but neither of you complain as you wrap yourselves around each other.

[imagine-silk]

I want things to be a bit spicy, could you do a poly relationship of Yandere Piper, Yandere Cait and Yandere Curie with the same Darling?

》One spicy three course meal coming up

Having a relationship with all three is tricky. Having two would be manageable.

Cait would find Curie's and Piper's intentions in your best interest so she wouldn't interfere unless that changed. And if it does it will get bloody. Remember; Curie and Piper are the ones willing to hurt you if you deny them.

Piper and Curie have a very cheeks-puffed attitude towards one another. They see each other as competition but can't bring themselves to actually fight about it, and then they realize they have a better hold of you together.

While Piper and Curie's fighting is less than anything, Piper and Cait get into verbal arguments. Piper is very possessive but more physically than the other two. She always wants to be touching you and you're bound to want some space at some point. That's one of the fights; you ask for space, Piper doesn't give it to you, Cait forcibly removes her. Cait is physically strong but Piper is more bloodthirsty. The only reason all of you are alive is your God given talent of deescalating.

Curie and Cait seem indifferent to one another. They're both lapdogs but one expects to stay on the floor(and is happy to do so) while the other prefers your lap. At times it looks like they're ignoring one another but they're not.

!NSFW Warning!

If you go three days without sex the war will start again. All of them have a very healthy sex-drive to put it mildly.

Piper is the most aggressive. She'll push you down and have her way and the only thing she wants to hear is moaning. The thing that really gets her going is holding you down. You will never be on top, she expects you to take what she gives you and love it.

Curie is the one who wants it the most frequent. Her body is new and as so her hormones are not quite adjusted to this excessive infatuation. She doesn't say anything while she's trying to initiate sex, she just rubs her hands over you, shoulders, back, chest, everywhere. You can ignore these signs if you want but she won't take that for long.

Cait does want sex but she won't initiate. She won't join or ask unless you give her the go ahead. That doesn't mean she likes it when the other two have fun and she doesn't. If you do that she gets more intolerant of them. Of course you are not at fault. Not ever.

Having a night with all three of them is just that; an entire night. And because none of them really care about one another you are the focus. You will be overstimulated and you will not be able to walk the next day.

As much as you are the focus, when you need a break they put on a show for you. After all, they need release and you need to stay in the mood. If you're a woman they get very into it, pretending like it's you. They will go an entire round by themselves. If you're a man they finger themselves and make sure you see while the others cater to them.

Piper likes cowgirl, it lets her hold you down while she pleasures you and her. There's nothing else she really wants. It doesn't matter if you're a man or woman, she is the top and you don't really get a say.

Curie likes when you eat her out. She has all of your attention and it's different every time. She especially likes doing it in different places. The bed is great but what about the counter, the couch, the bathroom, the walls, the floors, the fucking windows. She'd do it against the ceiling if it was possible. If you're a man she'll think about 69 standing up much quicker.

Cait would say she likes eating you out/blowjob, and she does, but what she actually likes is doing it rough while you tell her exactly what to do and that you like it. Tell her it feels good and she's the one making you feel that way and you will have the best night of your life. If you're a woman she pushes you onto the mattress a little bit, not holding you down but grounding you.