#arthurs still blind btw

[lenowom]

Over the Garden Wall x Malevolent

I have been BRAINROTTING over this for the past week. FROG JOHN. IMAGINE FROG JOHN. IMAGINE THE DYNAMIC.

Basically it takes place after Arthur slits his throat in the Dreamlands. It's some sort of hallucination or bridge between life and death like OTGW. Since Faroe already died before, she was already in The Unknown (no idea what to call it yet) before Arthur got there (she's already dead sooo she won't join Arthur if he leaves The Unknown).

Uh so far the cast would be Arthur, Faroe, Frog John, Beast King in Yellow (soon-to-be Frog King in Yellow), Lantern holder Kayne, Woodsman Kellin, and idk what else. Still dk who Beatrice would be (could be Oscar but he hasn't met Oscar yet but also ig he exists in Malevolent so maybe still)

[leonfucker3000]

Gotcha

Bounty Hunter/Cowboy!Leon S. Kennedy x outlaw!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, feelings (of regret) (and slight yearning), oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, fucking against metal bars. 16+ because I was you once just don’t be weird

Ummm I wrote this last year in, like, March? I posted and finished it December, though (yikes) with that being said I’m sorry if the writing is…I suppose questionable? Yeah, sure, questionable. On ao3 here if you prefer that site. Not proofread btw.

oh, right, reader’s outlaw name is ‘ranger’ but it’s mentioned once. I was inspired by Leon’s Arthur Morgan mod but you can imagine him in any outfit, all that’s mentioned is that he wears a leather hat (I think). cowboy Leon is the reason I keep on going, thanks.

tumblr is a scary, new place for me. Please be kind😱

The sound of the horse's feet running in the desert sand fills the hollow night. Gunshots and gunpowder making Leon’s nostrils flare, the metallic smoke filling up his lungs uncomfortably.

Close. He’s so fucking close. 

You stop your horse and bolt for the abandoned  bank you robbed just a month prior and wait . It’s hot and cold, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin as you try to keep your breathing still. The weight of your revolver is the only thing that feels remotely natural, the only thing that reminds you that you have at least some control.

His horse blows and grunts as it comes to a halt, a cloud of sand threatening his vision until he bats it away. The swinging door of the bank creaks along with the wooden floorboards of each step he takes.

You can hear him grow closer, the spurs on his boots jingling—a warning, a taunt. He’s got you, and had it not been from how fucking tired you were, you would’ve kept going.

“There’s not much use in hidin’ anymore,” Leon’s gruff voice breaks the low whistling wind, “Think we both know the only way you’re getting outta here is in cuffs or in a rug dragged across the sand.”

You hold in a scoff, the bandana muffling your steadying breath. Hiding behind the wall, you hear his steps come and go, small curses falling from under his breath and muttering you can’t put together. 

After a moment of silence, you muster up the courage to peek around the corner. A mistake. 

“Gotcha.” His cowboy hat casts a dark shadow across his face, the dim moonlight barely making the whites of his eyes visible. His own revolver is pointed to your head, the reflecting metal almost blinding — another taunt to your capture. 

“Kennedy.” You speak through gritted teeth, sour and bitter as you say his name.

“Ranger.” A humorless chuckle escapes his lips, “Not one day goes by that I don’t get sick of hearin’ that name. Can’t even get a beer without a sad sap waiting to tell their story about encountering you.”

“Good to know I’m on your mind at least. Hadn’t seen you in sometime, thought you died.” You watch as his hand tightens around the grip of his gun, his index finger sliding towards the trigger. 

“I’m not gonna die before I catch you, or kill you. One or the other.” He rolls his eyes as he watches you point the gun to his leg, “Put that down before I blow your brains out. The sheriff’ll get mad at me for the mess.”

“I think he’d be happier if you killed me, really.”

“Maybe, but I think they’d rather kill you themselves, and slower.” A sigh leaves you as you drop your revolver to the floor, not bothering to put your hands up because, well, there’s no use for it. “Back up. Don’t need you gettin’ any ideas. Get in the vault.” 

The vault? He doesn’t give you time to protest, taking a step forward so his gun grazes your forehead, “Fuck, alright, I get it .” 

You back into the vault, the metal bars making it your makeshift jail. He closes the door shut, watching you through the spaces between the bars and giving you an annoying smug smirk, “Look at that . Behind bars is a natural look on you. Can’t believe it’s taken this long.”

Leon takes a walk around, finding the key and locking the ‘jail’. Convenient. “Y’wanna start by telling me why you’ve been doing this? They’re gonna get it outta you anyway, best to let it out now. A pretty face ain’t gonna getcha freedom.”

“Pretty?” You muse.

“Shut up.” He scoffs.

“I don’t think my reason would really make a difference.”

His eyebrows furrow, “Maybe not, but every outlaw has some kind of story to tell.”

You slump against the back wall of the vault, letting out a small groan as your hand runs down your face. If you’re going to get locked up and eventually hung, you guess it wouldn’t hurt for at least one person to know the truth. He’s not…the best person but out of everyone else, maybe he is. “My family. Dead broke. Needed the money.” 

He stares at you for a moment before laughing, gripping one of the metal bars as he snickers, “you really expect me to believe that? If I wouldn’t let a bastard cheat me in poker, I’m not gonna have you cheat me now.” 

“‘M not cheating you for anything, I gotta family at home. Mouths to feed, debts to pay, shit to do.”

“That’s a real shitty thing, lying about your family like that.” He grumbles, looking at you like ‘lying’ was worse than all the money you’ve stolen. The lives you threatened.

This man’s priorities seriously needed to be straightened out. You pull down your bandana and toss it to the side as you get comfortable on the floor, the bank door’s small creaks making the night all the more eerie. 

When you look up, he’s still staring at you. His lips are curled into a slight snarl and, had it not been for the bars, he might’ve lunged at you.

Leon’s wondering what your game is, he knows what you do when you lie—how you look away from him and take a step back and your lip always twitches without fail—you’re not doing any of that. “Even if you did do it to keep your family afloat, what about the rest of the people you wronged?”

“What, the rich? They don’t give a damn about us, why should I give a damn about them?”

“I’m talkin’ about the public robberies. Like the train robbery down in Georgetown, or the bank in Laredo, those were all big jobs, you tellin’ me those were victimless crimes? Bullshit. There’s oughta be a casualty.”

“If there was a casualty, it wasn’t from me. I’ve never fired a gun at an innocent.”

He scorns, “but you’ll fire a gun at the people tryna protect the innocents.” 

“None of them are dead, are they? They’re at home with their families not needing to worry about eatin’.”

He feels conflicted, because fuck if you’re telling the truth then he feels like an asshole all those times he’s almost killed you. A family. You have children, a husband, maybe, unless he’s dead—is that why you’re doing this?—And he’s fought with you more than he can remember. He sniffles, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and shaking his head, “how old are your kids?”

It was your turn to chuckle, “i don’t have kids. Well, sort of, if you include takin’ care of my siblings.”

Guess he got it wrong. He doesn’t know if he feels better or worse, his stomach churns at the thought of your younger siblings waiting for you to come home just to never return. Never to know if you died or ran away. No, he’s sure they’d figure out you died, if you were doing this for them, why would you leave them? God he needs a drink. “You don’t gotta momma or daddy or what?” 

“My momma’s sick. Daddy’s gone.” You shrug as if it’s nothing, maybe it is nothing to you but it’s everything to him. He hates that he’s so easily swayed. You being fine with this should tell him this is a lie but— 

But what? He doesn’t know. You’re a criminal that has added unnecessary stress to the public, even have other outlaws mad at you for taking their money. It’s simple as to what he needs to do.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m sure after your first three robberies you woulda had enough money to feed a church for the next 5 years. Didn’t need all of that, that’s just fucking greed.”

“I don’t keep all of it. I give it to people like me. Too many families have lost their kids just because they couldn’t feed ‘em for a week. Bet they don’t tell you that, though, do they?” 

He knows better. He knows that he knows better. This is a lie, he’s the law, he needs to uphold the law, no exceptions. No hesitation. “So, what? You’re a modern day Robin Hood?”

“If I say yes will you shut the fuck up?” 

“If you tell me the truth I will.” 

“Mother fucker— I am. You have a gun, have me in a fucking vault, I’m unarmed say for my knife, but I’ll give it to you if it’ll shut you up. what do I have to gain from this shit? You’ve caught up people for way less, I don’t have shit up my sleeve to leave.”

A moment passes, and suddenly? He hates himself.

“God damnit.” He curses under his breath, turning his body away as he groans. He can still hear the horses outside, can hear the wind chiming, playing a small song. You keep quiet, watching him pace back and forth once before pinching the bridge of his nose. “‘M gonna fuckin’ regret this.” He mumbled to himself, putting in the key and swinging the metal door open. 

He shifts to the side, motioning with his head, “Go. Get. Leave.”

“What’re you doing, Kennedy?”

His lips press into a fine line as he exhales through his nose, “What kinda man would I be if I took you away from them when I had the chance to save you?” He sighs, “They need you. God knows no one else will give a damn.”

You hesitate, you don’t know why—you should’ve ran as soon as the key went in the damn hole. You grab your bandana you threw off earlier, wrapping it around your neck with a curt nod. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t meet your gaze, a small frown on his face before he speaks, “yeah, yeah, just turn your ass around before I find a reason to lock you up again.”

You tip your hat to him, walking out of the vault. Your spurs are the one to jingle this time. 

“ ‘sides, I always did like the back of you.” 

You planned to keep going. You really fucking did.  

When you turned around, your bodies were only two feet away. You swore you walked further from him but honestly, you couldn’t tell anymore. “Those are dangerous words you’re playing with.”

His back straightens and he peers down at you, “Are they?”

“You’re a confusing man, Kennedy.”

“I don’t remember telling you I was simple.”

You tut, “Haven’t you made enough mistakes already?”

He has, he knows it. The first damn mistake he’s made was making it a point to try and capture you. A year and 4 months he’s spent on this–on you. But, really, what bad would one last mistake do? He’s already made so many, it’ll just be another bullet to his chamber. He takes a step closer, chests nearly touching as his hands twitch to grab you, feel you without the mission of needing to hurt you and take you in. “I’d say not enough.”

All those times during his chase he could’ve gotten close, on top of you, felt your breath against his as you cornered one another. He hasn't, and he’s tired of letting it sit at bay. Learning a new side of you made him crazy. Crazier. 

God is he an idiot.

Your breaths fill the tense atmosphere as he takes another small step closer, was it always so hot in here? 

“We shouldn’t.”

“Who says?”

“ Everyone .” You stay like this for what seems like an eternity until Leon pulls you in by the back of your neck, his free hand moving to your waist as his lips crush against yours in a hasty kiss. He groans against your mouth and your fist coils the fabric of his shirt. Your hats tipped one another’s off and fell to the floor.

After a few seconds, he is the one to pull away from you. Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him in confusion, he looks at you like it was the answer. He clears his throat and takes a step back, wiping away your kiss and he looks away, trying to deny himself of what he wants. 

Who he wants so, so badly. 

He struggles to speak, to move, to think. He watches you and you watch him, both of your breaths at a skewed pace. 

“Make a mistake with me.” He whispers, he looks different. You can finally see his face, moonlight highlighting his sharp features. Never noticed how handsomely-pretty he was before. 

God, fuck it.

You step forward this time, pulling him in by the collar of his button up and pressing your lips against his. He licks the seam of your lips and you part them, teeth clacking and tongues entwining as he grabs the wide of your hips and pushes you against the metal bars. Ouch. 

He pulls away from you with a sigh, looking offended at the fact that he even had to leave the plush of your lips. His hand leaves you to unbuckle your belt with fervor and slip his hand inside your pants and panties. 

His fingers slip between your wet folds and he dips his head down to kiss your neck. Small moans escape you as he slowly rubs your clit, feeling your wet slick coat his fingers. “All those pretty sounds for me? I think I’m flattered.” 

You groan, “of course you’re a bitch even when doing this.”

“I take my words back, then.” He rolls his eyes and opts to bite down on your shoulder, your nails dig into his back through the fabric of his shirt and he shudders when you bite him back. “fuck, ‘s not enough. Gotta taste you.” 

He drops to his knees and fumbles with your belt until it’s off and shoves your pants down, his breath stuttering when he sees the soaked fabric. He drags them off you and pulls one of your legs over his shoulder. You hold onto the bars for balance, “Jesus Christ, wait . Almost made me fucking fall—“

You’re cut off when he spreads your lips and licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit. You moan, fingers grabbing a fistful of his hair and his eyes fluttered shut. He sighs at the taste of you, “fuckin’ delicious, can’t believe I didn’t do this shit sooner.” His voice, almost a groan, wavered before pushing his face back between your legs. 

His tongue lapped at your entrance and his nose bumped up against your swollen clit. His fingers dimple the fat of your thigh and his cock twitches the louder your sounds get. He curled his tongue and pressed it deeper, despite the proximity, he needed to get closer somehow. 

Trying to close your legs doesn’t work, smushing your thighs against his face only adds fuel to the fire.

You nearly sob when he pushed a finger inside your cunt, thrusting against your g-spot with a quick, steady rhythm. “ Leon , shit, shit , don’t you fucking stop. “ He slips in another finger, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and a shit eating grin.

First time you’ve said his name, not kennedy or bastard or asshole – his name . And fuck, does it sound pretty coming out of you like that, how that alone makes his cock strain against his zipper. 

Filthy squelches and moans flood the empty bank while Leon eats your pussy like a starved man. His own moans escaping as you buck your hips against his face. You pull on his hair roughly and you swear you hear him whine

“Gotta get you nice ‘n wet f’me,” He muttered against your pussy and his eyes fluttered as he tried to keep open to watch you. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard — a cry of his name and you’re so fucking close to coming on his face, panting and feeling uncomfortably hot. 

“Too much—“ you gasp, “Oh shit, fuck, it’s too much.” You choke, uneven moans escaping you as you finally come. You expect him to pull away but he doesn’t falter. “Mnh, wait, fuck, get off, get off . ” You beg breathlessly.

Leon groaned again and pressed closer, “need it, give it to me, honey. Gonna make you feel good, just don’t make me fucking stop.” He pleaded, feeling dizzy as he got high off your taste. You attempt to push his head and mouth away but your attempts are in vain. 

You let out yet another choked sob when he forces another orgasm out of you, reluctantly, he pulled away, licking his lips clean and wiping the rest with the back of his hand. His free hand rubbed your thigh to try and soothe you, asshole turned caring in a matter of seconds. “Sorry.” He murmurs, “couldn’t help myself.”

Your breaths are uneven pants as you look down at him on his knees still. “ Fuck me , Kennedy apologizing? I’m speechless.”

“Oh, we’re back to Kennedy?” 

He gets off his knees while yours quiver, “It was a mistake. A fluke.”

A smirk plays on his lips, “yeah, sure. We’ll see.” He turns you around and wraps his arm around your hips and pulls them against his own, pushing you forward slightly so you’re bent over, “grab the bars.” And you do.

You can feel the outline of his cock press against you, “so fucking ready, didn’t waste a goddamn second—y’sure that was a fluke? Getting my pants all dirty, honey.” You feel embarrassed, but not for long when you hear his belt buckle clink and the sound of fabric rustling – heart racing and pussy throbbing as to what’s happening. You turn your head and see him spit and runs his hand over his cock to get it wet. He smirks when he catches you, you shake your head and look forward again. “Gotta be sweet to me or I’ll make you work for it.”

“God, kennedy–” You gasp when he slides the head between your folds and nudges it at your entrance. 

“Leon.” he corrects, pushing the tip inside you, “C’mon baby, I know you can say it.” he grabs your hips to keep you from pushing back onto him. Fucker . 

“ Leon.”  

“Atta girl.”

He snaps his hips into you, body shuddering and your mouth opens with a sharp gasp and choked back moan. His grip on your hips tighten when he pulls out and pushes back inside to the hilt. His breathing is nothing but grunts, groans, and pants, you’re not much different – if anything else, you’re worse. “Can’t– fuck –handle it? Can rob every fucking bank but you can’t take some dick.”The way he fucks you is merciless, he wants you to feel good but also wants to punish you for everything you’ve done. Everything you’ve done to him. 

He dips his hand lower to smack your ass, “Answer me. Had a lot to say just minutes ago.” 

“Sh-shit, I can take it,” you shudder, “I can take it–” Your skin is wet with sweat and it gets harder to hold onto the bars, each thrust making you lose a bit more of yourself. Fuck him and fuck this but holy shit do you suddenly not regret everything you’ve ever done.

You’re mewling beneath him, happily and prettily so. “Pussy’s so tight, just needed a good dicking down.” he moans, “That all it took to get you to – fuck that’s good – listen?” he moves one of his hands from your hip to your clit, stimulating it as he fucks you a little harder, “Say my name, God, I need it.” he groans.

“Leon, Leon, Leon– ” You moan loudly, you don’t know when the sheriff is coming, but if he’s close you’re sure he can hear you easily. Your vision blurs when he touches you and your legs tremble with each spot his cock hits. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve gotcha, not lettin’ you go.” Leon’s an idiot, but if his mistakes will make him feel this good again, he’ll keep making them. His composure starts to dwindle when sweat beads his forehead and you start squeezing him like a vice. Made for him, he thinks. “ Take it , fuck yourself onto me honey, atta girl.” his breath stutters. 

Who are you to deny him – you do as you’re told and he moans. His hand goes up to your neck and pulls your back against his chest. Within seconds, you come around him with his name on your tongue and a scream. He bites down on your shoulder with a desperate groan before he pulls out and streams of hot come hit your ass.

He holds onto you like you’re his life line, like he’ll fall if he lets you go (he will). You two stay like that for a good 20 seconds before he lets go of you and takes a couple of steps back. He turns away from you and you can hear him zip up his pants and belt clunk when he fixes himself. You do the same, a little slower, both out of lack of energy and embarrassment.

Leon also feels embarrassed. This is the part where he’d usually get whoever he was sleeping with a glass of water, a quick bath, and ask if they’d rather go home tonight or he takes them home tomorrow. He can’t do either of that, and he’s supposed to hate you and definitely not fuck you or let you go.

He swallows, “You need to get going. He’ll be here soon and he won’t hesitate to shoot if he sees you run.”

“Right.” you whisper, taking a deep breath to steady yourself as you bend down to pick up your hat. You’re both in a daze, he looks at you, all guilty and nervous. His hair is wet with sweat and his cheeks are flushed, had it been anyone else you would’ve pushed his hair back to get a better look at him. But he’s not anyone else, and this was all a mistake . “Gonna stop coming after me now?” 

A weak smile tugs his lips, “In both ways, no. Can’t promise anything.”

You fight back a laugh but return his smile, turning away so he can’t see it. He picks up his hat next and watches as you walk away from him to the front of the bank. Like a lost puppy, he follows. “Need help getting up?” he motions to your horse.

“I’ll be fine, Kennedy. You need to worry about yourself rather than me.”

“Like I said, can’t promise anything.” 

You hop on your horse, ready to put all that you did with him in a box and stuffed away.

“Stay safe. Be seeing you.” he whispers.

You don’t trust yourself to speak so you nod, not looking back as your horse takes you away.

You’re a good mile out when Leon hears a horse’s footsteps behind him, then heavy human ones. “Where is she?” 

“I told you to follow me quick, Chris. She’s gone. Just thought I’d give you the message personally so you didn’t have to wait here alone.” 

Chris sighs and looks at Leon with nothing but hate. Ironic. “It’s not hard to do your damn job.”

“Can say the same about you – so, drinks? Need one after today.” 

Chris looks Leon up and down, eyebrows furrowed when he does so. “When did you change your hat?”

He blinks, suddenly realizing his is a little tighter.

Miles out, you realize yours is a little looser.

You suppose you two will be seeing another again after all. When you do, you'll finally be ready.

[queer-ragnelle]

the closest thing to my vision for an arthurian tragicomedy is a knight's tale (2001) which has historical figures but only as gags. like geoffrey chaucer with a gambling problem walking into the story completely naked or the black prince played by james purfoy and an antagonist played by rufus sewell for eye candy. (they both went on to be in arthurian film/shows btw--purfoy as lot in starz camelot (2011) and sewell as mark in trsiatn and isolde (2006))

anyway the soundtrack has queen and david bowie on it, the jousting is fantastic, sir ector is there. bisexual lady blacksmith. poetic dialogue at times while also maintaining a generally light tone, excluding william's misty-eyed return home to his blind father after many years. the depth is there while still being a feel-good film. idk what has happened since then but all "medieval" stories have been so grungy. put the color back in, both narratively and visually.

episode one of my show would address the anachronism head-on. arthur sits down to conduct a meeting of the round table. fumbles the date. he doesn't know the year. does anybody know the year? shrugs and groans resounding. arthur sends someone off to get an answer--that character never returns and it's never mentioned again. creative liberties abound.

[strvberrydoll]

Hi, I'm hoping you'll answer this <3

Well i'd like to knoe what do you think about my headcanon: Since Jack was an accident I really don't think John and Abigail were in a relationship before, i even feel like john wasn't really in love witj her until she lefts him in the epilogue. And i hc that he grow out to love her after all and it wasn't exactly love on his side ( icant say the same about abigail cause she constantly tells the members that she cares about him) otherwise it really dont make sense to me how he waited 8 years before proposing her and his interaction with sadie when she says something positive about abigail and john says 'so everyone keeps telling me' so kinda like he was forced or something to love her because of how much he owes him (she literally gave him a new life) and the gang members' force on him ( i hope you get what i'm saying eng isnt my first language so :( ) BTW REALLLYYY looking forward to john fic you were talking about keep up the good work <3

hii !!

thank you for sharing your headcanon it’s always entertaining reading and analyzing bits of lore from rdr2.

I partially agree with you ! While we know that Abigail always had a soft spot for John since her early days in the gang I feel like John started to actually fall in love with Abigail sometime around chapter 3 or 4, Jack’s kidnapping being a big factor for his newfound sense of duty for his family.

Before chapter 4 (and a small bit through chapter 5-6) the major factor for John’s lack (fear) of love for Abigail and Jack is his own self doubt. He grew up without a mother, his father wasn’t exactly the best father around and he died when John was eight. Aside from the weird fatherly dynamic that Hosea and Dutch had with John and Arthur, he didn’t have a father figure in his life. He doesn’t know the first thing about being a father (as he states in chapter 2, i believe) because essentially he didn’t have one.

So, rather than being a fucked up father to a child he wasn’t sure was his he ran away, thinking that was for the best interests of both him and Jack, in his own twisted way. But this is where it gets interesting, Abigail was an orphan too. She also didn’t have a father or mother figure in her life, yet she made sure Jack had one, that’s why she’s always nagging at John to just speak to Jack, because she knows the pain of not having a parent, of not having someone to call Pa.

I feel like John, throughout the whole story of rdr2 and even before the events that we see, always liked Abigail—maybe not as much as Abigail loved him but he did have a thing for her. Another interesting interaction is where in chapter 2 Bill and John are talking and John drunkly calls Abigail ‘my sweet’. When drunk we’re most likely to be more straightforward with our thoughts and emotions and John calling her ‘my sweet’ is a small glimpse of his true feelings for her. He cares for her, but he’s afraid. He doubts himself so much that he has blinded himself from what was really in front of him. That’s why almost everyone in the gang constantly reminds him of how lucky he is to have a girl such as Abigail by his side.

For the whole marriage situation i think it’s pretty much straightforward. We need to take account that they were the 1800s, during those times having a child before marriage was considered something to be ashamed of, a sin for christians so, those who had children before marriage often faked their marriage in order to not be scorned by society. Now, we know that John and Abigail didn’t exactly live in society, they were outlaws, but still they had a child and that bound them together. That’s why when John proposes to Abigail on the boat she tells him ‘but we’re already married’ through the eye of society and social norms they were married, still John wanted for Abigail a proper marriage, a proper new start for their lives.

And that could only have happened if he left his outlaw days for good, if he took revenge for Arthur, for the whole gang. That’s why we see John and Abigail officially wed after he kills Micah and ultimately takes his revenge.

ok I yapped enough imma end it here ! thank you for sharing your headcanon and for waiting on my John fic ! Next week im gonna post the plot but unfortunately you have to wait a bit for the actual chapters to come because I have a big exam coming up with uni in September and im dedicating most of my time studying :(( take care and feel free to share more headcanons <33

[skayafair]

Just fyi, I have a lot of feelings about Malevolent fics. Maybe even more than about canon. They give plenty of routes to explore, way more diverse imagery and dynamics, simply because they are written by different people with basically no restrictions, and it's great.

For example, All that is mine to me, all that is yours to you by Stringgoblin is just The Fic ever to me. It's so good that I accepted it as my own canon that has already happened, so now it's easier to listen to the podcast because whatever happens in actual canon, I'll still have this safe AU. And MAN the pictures in my mind - I want to project them into the real world so much... I'm not sure I'll ever actually draw them but who knows, it would have been fantastic. This fic is just so vivid in my mind's eye, the cinematography of the way it's written is just 🤌

Recently I've finally managed to listen to a few original Lovecraft stories, one of them being The Music of Erich Zann, and remembered a fic that rewrited this story into a Mlvlnt one. I'm going to reread it because I remember it being great as well.

And the thing I often notice in fanfiction is that many authors are actually more considrate of Arthur's blindness - they include the Braille, a cane, John's descriptions and way if actions are actually helpful and so on. The injuries are treated seriously, the stakes often feel higher with a smaller scale of events, which makes it all feel more real. I rarely see authors comparing John to a child, however metaphorically it may be meant, - probably because many authors are ND and write him as one, too, because he feels like one already and it's just fitting for someone barely starting his way as a human being and largely unfamiliar with all this human stuff. I don't know any ND person who'd be ok with such comparisons. And often enough the fics are just so wholesome and kind - not just by definition, the relationships and characters are naturally developed, with their own ups and downs. It's like there's a whole separate multiverse with very similar guidelines I'm so used to by now that getting back to canon feels like a whiplash at times. Not belittling the canon in any way btw, I properly enjoy it too, just in a different way.

Idk what the point of this post was, I've just read Bitter is the Heart that Bleeds by BonesoftheTrees and it made me emotional and grateful, so I think I just wanted to say thank you to all the brilliant authors this fandom is so rich with. Please keep writing 💜

[tiodolma]

Disir: You are known Arthur, you have always been known. And now you come here. The most sacred of the sacred. To the very heart of the old religion with weapons drawn, trampling hallowed relics, treating our sacred space like you do your kingdom. With arrogance, with conceit, with insolence.

I like to think that this was actually the Triple Goddesses' way of lending Merlin a hand in his mission. Before Arthur even met the Disir, Merlin, who is the personification of magic, had been warning him endlessly of dismissing sorcery as mere superstition. Merlin had been trying so hard to make Arthur see reason and guide him show the least amount of respect to the sorcerers and magic folk. But no! Arthur and his Knights have repeatedly ignored Merlin and scoffed at him, treating Merlin's words as superstition and nonsense, much like how he and his father treat sorcery as a whole.

It's like the triple goddess had been watching Arthur thru Merlin's eyes and life. The triple goddess knows Merlin's pain, and it supports him. She basically gave Merlin a shortcut, a nudge towards their shared goals.

And ofc Arthur fckd it up coz he was Arthur Pendragon.

It's so unfair to pin the blame on Merlin for Arthur's fate in Episode 5 to be honest. Arthur already sealed his fate when he was still hellbent on honoring Uther's policies instead of reviewing his life and changing for the better. He was still the frkn institution, the face, the poster boy of anti-magic faction. He is his own downfall. His choices led him to his fate.

Merlin had been gently guiding him to open his heart to magic on his own terms. It is Arthur who has kept himself blind. Merlin wanted Arthur to come to accepting magic naturally. But because it's Arthur, he has had little success.

But how about Mordred? Listen, Magic doesn't trust Mordred. The fates all talk about how he will kill their supposed savior. Mordred jumping in for Arthur did not help Magic's cause. His rescue from the throes of death is supposed to be the incentive, to prove Arthur's noble heart and force him to accept magic. However Magic has been beaten down and denied to a pulp already. Magic has learned the hard way that that the "easy" and quicker method to acceptance will never do any good and will often backfire. It would be a half-ass attempt at acceptance at best.

Merlin has had enough. Arthur's bane was really himself.

Tho I wish they had more time to talk it out. I think Merlin could have said smth a little more diplomatic than a “hard No.” I get that he was in a lot of pressure though. Arthur’s questioning sounded so urgent and taunting and he had to give an immediate answer. And I feel like Arthur was insincere the whole time coz to him, he was forced to reconsider his beliefs on blind faith with no actual basis.

His words goaded/challenged Merlin into saying Yes btw, like it was some bizzare test. It pisses me off. Merlin’s hands were tied from the start, he had to say that “No.” Arthur was leading him into it. Review the dialogue.

A: My heart says to do anything to save Mordred but I’ve seen what misery unfettered sorcery brings. Before my father outlawed magic, Camelot was almost destroyed by sorcery. In my own time Morgana’s used it for nothing but evil. What would you do? In my place?

A: If I do save Mordred, all my father’s work would be for nothing. Sorcery will reign once more in Camelot. Is that what you’d want? Perhaps my father was wrong perhaps the old ways aren’t as evil as we thought. So what should we do? Accept magic? Or let Mordred die?

Arthur had reasoned that the “magic will reign” instead of yknow, be accepted and embraced. Magic isn’t even asking to take over. It just wanted to be welcomed back and treated kindly. His perception of magic immediately reigning once he allows magic again is such fascist wording tbh. Arthur is still his Father’s mouthpiece. Morgana just reinforces his ideas but it all boils down to Uther.

“I have seen the misery brought by unfettered sorcery. Before my father outlawed magic, Camelot was almost destroyed by sorcery.” The “I am afraid that it will happen again” is unspoken. Way to be paranoid about something that’s yet to happen, Arthur. It’s like this dude forgot how people can be healed thru magic and that Camelot actually used to survive and flourish with it. His own lack of knowledge, unwillingness to learn and deliberate ignorance of magic despite having faced it countless times is his downfall.

To Arthur the only pros of accepting magic is “Mordred living” and “the possibility that his father being wrong.” What a sick joke. For all he declares and stylizes himself that “He is not his father” Arthur still holds his father’s teachings quite dear and have not gone much to explore anything else beyond his own sense or justice. Arthur is fckn complicit in the death of so many innocent people and he still acts like the main victim of it all because what? Opressed people wanted to assasinate him? His sister wanted revenge by taking him and the kingdom out?

I get that Merlin covered for his ass multiple times by telling arthur that humans killed and defeated the mythical beasts. I recognize the effect Merlin and Gaius’s lies have shaped Arthur’s perception, tricking him to believe that magic can be defeated by his own strength.

Still! He’s supposed to be smart and can think for himself. He’s not a damn child. If he can track animals and outlaws in the woods and coordinate war tactics then he can use his brain to piece together events that dont make sense! He can come to the conclusion that there is no way, absolutely no way, that earthquakes and falling branches/rocks just miraculously and luckily happen when he’s in a pinch!

I don’t really have that much sympathy for Arthur because he had access to court records and books and people beforehand! He has Gaius who is like the holder of all magical knowledge! He still had Geoffrey who keeps the history of Camelot! At the end of the Secret Sharer in S4, Gaius had encouraged him to Ask, to Learn. But nooooo he just went on doing what he does best and think ill of all magic practitioners. He could have talked to the druids after s4ep10! He’s had 3-4 years of kingship to seek out other peaceful groups and learn from them! But hey yeah pledging an oath to a goddamn ghost is seemingly enough for him. How benevolent.

Arthur has no excuse other than his fear and paranoia. And unforunately that has bled out to his personal Knights and nobility. Their comments on sorcerers were already so misguided, so hateful, so disgusting in s5.

Imagine being so proud of “having no problems with the druids” yet calling all magic folks as “desperate, deranged and fanatics” in the next instance. Also I just realized that he told a druid in their face that it is "their fault that they were oppressed." LMAOO. Arthur is such a hypocrite. He never once thought of the druids or magic folk with respect. To him letting them live is the best kind of mercy he could offer. As long as they don’t enter camelot or spread their beliefs then they’re fine.

Even so, Merlin still continued to survive in that bleeding pool of sharks. Yet Merlin persevered. He was still quietly and patiently nudging the King to more justified actions while being constantly ridiculed and dismissed. Merlin has been suffering his grief in silence and alone, clinging more and more to his destiny and duty, to his friend, Arthur, coz he has lost everything and everyone else anyway.

But hey put all the blame on Merlin for saying “No to Magic” for one private moment coz he’ll rather prioritize Arthur’s life before anything else amirite?

Stop treating Merlin like he has actual political and administrative sway for fuck’s sake. If one word from Merlin was really all it could take then how come Arthur and Merlin still had to have Gaius intervene just to tell Arthur that Merlin was right to be upset and concerned? Let’s be real, Merlin only matters when Arthur decides that his word matters. Other than that Merlin has to always be chipper, happy and subservient in front of him coz otherwise Arthur would be upset. And that’s only the time Arthur chooses to be kind to him. He wants Merlin’s approval only after Merlin proves to him that he has fckd up. It’s awful that even Guinevere finds it cute.

Arthur still has the last word! Because he is the goddamn King! Arthur has to be blamed. Arthur has to pay for his own choices! He’s always had the agency over his own decisions! Merlin knew that! The Disir knew that! Stop babying this bigoted oppressor!

[shootybangbang]

Can i request an Arthur/sadistic female reader please？i really want to see him all messed up because of...you know🥺

(btw, pls check out the requester's art. her arthur content is 😩👌)

[Oneshot]: In which you still don't know how to tie an overhand knot

[Rating]: Explicit

[Note]: this is so fucking horny that i feel i have to apologize in advance. unedited and a little rough around the edges, feel free to point out errors or give criticism

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“Huh,” you muse aloud. “Looks like the gallery’s putting up a new exhibition this weekend.”

With one hand, you spread the newspaper across the bed and skip to page three. With the other, you continue to stroke Arthur’s cock, twisting your wrist a little to smooth your palm against its dripping tip. The man himself groans as you touch him, and the frame of his body trembles beneath where you’ve straddled yourself over his thighs.

His breaths are quickening again. “Please,” Arthur rasps, his voice hoarse with exertion and desperation alike. You indulge him with another slow, teasing pump of your fist as you continue to pick through the St Denis Tribune, humming thoughtfully as you peruse the newspaper’s Arts and Entertainment section.

“I’m beggin’ you, girl.” He sounds as though he’s teetering on the very edge of agony and ecstasy, and venturing perilously close to the latter. “C’mon. Please.”

“Looks like it’s mostly Impressionists this time. Let’s see here… a selection of Seurats and Monets… a couple Renoirs… oh, some Degas too?” With a mild expression that belies the depth of torture you’ve been putting him through, you slow your hand to a stop. He makes a choked, unhappy noise in the back of his throat that you heartily ignore. “That’s pretty bold of them, considering the reception they gave that Chatenay fellow you told me about.”

Growling, Arthur starts fumbling with the (admittedly badly tied) restraints securing his arms behind his back, twisting his wrists in an attempt to find a loose end.

“Easy there.” You run the pad of your thumb along the ridge delineating the head of his cock, slicking against the precum beaded at its tip. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough.”

“Been hearin’ you say that for almost half an hour now,” he replies, glaring. “You enjoyin’ yourself?”

“Immensely.”

“Better savor it while you can, because I promise you — I’m gonna remember this the next time I get you beneath me.”

You laugh. “Oh yeah? What‘re you gonna do then?”

“Untie me and I’ll show you,” he says.

“No,” you reply with a beatific smile.

He narrows his eyes and lowers his voice to something smooth and dangerous: the sort of tone you’ve known him to use for threats he actually intends to follow through on. “When it’s my turn,” he says. “I ain’t gonna tie you up. Won’t need to. Because with you, all I need is my hands.”

A shiver runs down your spine. The man’s wrists may be bound, but you’re still very much at his mercy. In all actuality, your authority here amounts to only a length of rope and his own good humor.

You let out a soft, involuntary whimper at the very thought of it.

“Gonna pin you down when I fuck you,” he continues. He’s smirking now, clearly enjoying the demonstrable effect his words have on you. “Lay you down on your stomach and keep you under me, where you belong.”

You’re half-tempted to loose the rope and let him do just that. Instead, you grab the hem of your shift with both hands and pull the garment over your head in a single fluid motion. It’s 1899, after all. High time for a woman to take charge of her own pleasure.

The dim glow of the oil lamp bathes your bare skin in a wash of gold and amber as you settle yourself against him, pressing the wet line of your slit along the length of his cock. “Go on,” you tell him. “What else?”

Arthur swallows hard and licks his lips, then draws in a sharp intake of breath as you roll your hips forward — just a brief stir of movement, but more than enough to make him twitch beneath you. “Drive you to the brink the same way you’re doin’ to me now,” he says weakly. “Take my time with you, nice and slow. Make you really beg for it.”

“Mm-hmm.” Another roll of your hips, this time with just enough pressure to grant him a touch of warmth.

Finally, he breaks. And it’s truly a sight to behold: Arthur Morgan, a man who you’d thought would break your spine like a toothpick the first time you’d met, openly begging for the simple privilege of being allowed between your thighs.

“God, please,” he groans. “You can’t do this to me. Can’t let me feel how wet you are and just leave me like this.”

“Of course I can.” You relent. “But I won’t. So be a good boy and stay still for me, alright?”

His cock weighs heavy in your hand as you guide him between your thighs. Arthur lets out a harsh gasp and instinctively thrusts upwards — but you immediately withdraw, and he finds nothing but the cruel emptiness of absence waiting to receive him.

“Thought I told you to stay still,” you repeat sternly.

He nods with the frantic desperation of a badly-trained dog begging for a meal. Hungry and eager, but standing to attention with as much obedience he can muster. Which isn’t much, even on the best of days, but he is trying. And for that, he deserves something in return.

You take him in slowly, both out of principle and necessity. Just a taste of him first, then the gradual descent, a long and drawn out consumption that he has barely the means to endure.

His gaze still hasn’t left you. There is an intensity in it that once might have frightened you, an azure bright as broken glass and twice as sharp. The purity of emotion in them strikes you to the bone, makes your throat tighten and your dominance waver — there is a depth of devotion there that borders on the absolute.

When you move against him, he squeezes his eyes shut against the sheer force of sensation that floods through. Arthur makes a low, pained noise in the back of his throat and confesses, “I ain’t gonna last long.”

You lean forward and kiss him, then start a slow, rocking motion with your hips that spurs him to whimper your name against your lips, a small cry of warning before you feel the first twitches of his cock. Arthur bucks up once, twice, then shudders beneath you as his seed pulses deep, blooms hot and slick inside your core.

“Goddammit,” he hisses. “Didn’t think I’d— ah, fuck…”

You ride on, grinding through the last, weakening throbs of his orgasm and until he lets out a final, heavy sigh. Arthur regards you with loose-limbed exhaustion, lolling his head against your pillows as he flashes you a drained, weary grin. “Alright,” he says. “Untie me and get up here so I can—”

“No need,” you say brightly, then lift your hips in a brief mockery of release before sheathing him again and sending him reeling into oversensitivity.

Arthur’s eyes roll back in his head. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he gasps, wincing. “What’re you—”

“Too much?”

“Didn’t say that,” he says. His jaw is clenched tight and his voice is faint, but the look on his face is one of stubborn determination.

You test him with another slow, sinuous slide of your hips. This time, he meets you with a shallow thrust of his own. He’s breathing hard, each exhale shivery with exertion. “Keep goin’,” he urges. “I can take it.”

The added lubrication of his come eases the friction of him, soothes the inevitable ache of penetration. You settle for an unhurried, leisurely rhythm that allows you to fully appreciate the slickness of each stroke, the accompanying warmth of his seed still spread through your core.

Arthur’s gaze darts downwards to the base of his shaft, where the drip of his come has begun to pool. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Just beautiful.”

He snakes his right arm free from his bonds and abruptly flips you onto your back with a well-timed shove.

“What— how did you…?”

“Sweetheart,” Arthur says, his voice warm and affectionately condescending. “You still can’t tie an overhand knot for shit.”

“But I double-checked this time!”

“Not very well, apparently.” He hitches your thighs around his waist and cages you in beneath him, then lowers his mouth to the slope of your neck. A brief, gentle nip — not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to convey his renewed authority. “God, but you’re a greedy little thing, ain’t you?” he growls against your skin. “Just one load of my spend ain’t enough?”

“Thought you’d appreciate the challenge, since you’re always so— oh, shit,” you gasp, clutching at his shoulders when he drives himself downwards with a sharp, savage thrust.

“Go on.” Arthur says. He’s panting now, his dark blond hair slicked against his forehead with sweat. “Weren’t you sayin’ somethin’ about me?”

You let out an indecipherable whine that bears only a passing resemblance to human language.

“My poor girl,” he murmurs, low and tender. Arthur cups the side of your face against his palm and traces his thumb over your cheekbone, then presses a chaste kiss to your brow. “Can’t even talk right when I’m fucking her proper.”

He’ll no doubt be insufferably smug about this later, but you can’t quite bring yourself to care, distracted as you are by the view of him rutting against you, his shaft still streaked with his previous release. He’s fucking his own come back into me, you think to yourself, and that thought alone blinds out all else and leaves you blank with pleasure.

Arthur takes you hard and fast. Far rougher than his usual handling, which can sometimes be almost excruciatingly cautious. He kisses you clumsily, then lowers his mouth to the junction of your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting until the first, faint traces of tomorrow’s bruises begin to darken.

And with this, it’s not long before the first delirious ripples of your own orgasm begin to crest.

Every muscle drawn and tensed, dissolving into an inward ache of arousal that spurs you to grip him tight and whimper, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep his face in view. With a fierce satisfaction, you savor the sudden weakness in his expression when he feels you contract against him, then his harsh groan and the stutter of his hips as he follows, spilling what seed he has left.

Arthur keeps himself hilted until the very last shivers of exhilaration fade, then pulls away with a reluctance usually reserved for long farewells. The overflow of his come is thick and heavy as it drips from between your thighs, and the look on his face as he beholds it is one of tired appreciation.

Then he flops onto his side, totally spent. “You’re a real demon,” he sighs. “You know that?”

“A real demon would go for round three,” you reply faintly, staring dreamy-eyed up at the ceiling.

Arthur groans at the mere suggestion of it. “I think that’d actually kill me.”

When you curl up against him, he automatically throws an arm over your side, the action at this point an instinct secondary only to breathing, and brushes his mouth over the back of your neck.

As you ebb towards sleep, you murmur as an afterthought, “Didn’t you say you were gonna make me beg?”

He lets out a weary chuckle. “Well,” he says, “There’s always tomorrow.”

[vanillasakura]

My Winter Exchange giftee doesn’t have a tumblr, but that sure as hell isn’t stopping me from sharing what I wrote with y’all here! :D

Huge shoutout to @rdrevents for hosting this btw! <3

Title: The Illiterate Poet

Pairing: Molly/Sadie

Words: ~2.9k

Warnings/Notes: Angst

ao3

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“Kiss me, please.” Molly begged, and Sadie’s eyes went wide, wider than Molly had ever seen them.

“Molly, are… are you sure?” Sadie asked, expression serious. “You know just as well as I do that if Dutch finds us, we’re both fucked.”

“I don’t care about Dutch. For once, I don’t want things to be about him, I want them to be about me.” Molly begged, reaching down and taking Sadie’s hands in hers. “Sadie. Please, I’m begging you.”

Molly O’Shea hadn’t been okay in years. Truthfully, it was only a matter of time until this happened. Her and Dutch’s relationship had been strained for so long now that the time it was right felt like nothing more than a dream. And, understandably, Molly got lonely. Molly got desperate -- for company, for touch, for attention, for… she didn’t even know.

She had started looking around for people she could run off with about ten months ago. The first person who came to mind was Jenny. Jenny was kind, Jenny was one of the few people who never judged her for who she was. But Molly wasn’t blind, she saw the way the other girl talked to Lenny, the way that they both locked eyes from across camp and spoke to each other in hushed voices around the scout fire at night.

So Jenny was out. Next up on Molly’s list was Tilly, but that train was stopped before it even left the station when Tilly uncharacteristically flipped her off when Molly tried to talk. Javier came after her, but Molly ended up deciding that they wouldn’t mesh together after just one conversation with him. Too embarrassed to talk to him afterwards, Molly brushed him off every time he tried to speak to her, which further tanked her reputation within the gang. She’d considered John for a bit, but decided he wouldn’t work if she didn’t want to get Abigail on her ass, and turning the last woman who didn’t truly hate her against her didn’t seem like Molly’s wisest idea. She thought about trying to go for Mary-Beth, the woman was usually so keen on romance that she seemed an easy enough target, plus she and Molly were both interested in writing, but when she and Arthur became an item, she too turned up to be a dead end. Hell, Molly had even considered Hosea momentarily before she realized that doing so would end up completely tearing the gang apart.

But then Sadie had joined the gang, and she was perfect. Being with her wouldn’t step on anyone’s toes, but it also would upset Dutch that Molly had cheated on him with a woman, a woman who worked and acted and dressed like a man, no less! She was single, she was never rude to Molly, and, luckily enough, she missed her husband so much that if Molly got her drunk enough, it was possible that the two could make out a bit, both getting something out of the arrangement.

Sadie still seemed hesitant, and Molly began to get annoyed. She’d given her consent, she’d shown how eager she was to meld together with this woman, what was there to give that she hadn’t given yet? Was there some unknown line that Molly was crossing? She knew that Sadie liked women, had overheard Arthur and John talking about how she flirted with a working girl at a saloon back at Shady Belle in hushed voices, worrying about whether or not she was doing it because she was happy or because she was trying to fill the void her husband had left behind.

If John and Arthur could see Molly now, would they be saying the same thing? Would Arthur look down at his knees, solemnly admitting to his brother that he was worried Molly was only asking Sadie to kiss her so she could forget all of the pain and suffering and unhappiness she had been feeling since the bastard of a man who saw himself a God had first walked into her life? Would John agree, saying how it just wasn’t right or fair to Sadie for Molly to be doing this if she wasn’t being honest about her feelings?

“You… you understand what it’s like to need to forget, don’t you?” Molly asked tentatively.

Sadie was silent, but nodded, her face still as unreadable as a blank page.

“In a way, I feel like you understand me better than anybody else because of that fact alone.” Molly squoze Sadie’s hands, searching her eyes for an answer she wasn’t expressing with words. “I’m not saying our situations are anything similar. I… I’ll never know what it is that you’ve gone through, and I’m not pretending that I understand your pain, not in the slightest, I’m just-”

Sadie cut Molly off with a kiss, albeit a gentle and chaste one, nothing like the eager hunger that Molly was hoping for. “You just want to numb everything with someone’s touch.”

Molly nodded, leaning in and pressing another kiss to Sadie’s lips. “I’ve been cold for so long, wind-battered and bruised and chilled to the very bone, I- I don’t want to forget what it’s like to sit in front of a fire. To let the flames breathe some life into me once again.”

Sadie chuckled, but it wasn’t rude. “You’re quite a poet Molly, y’know that?” She mused, tucking a strand of red hair that stuck out from her braid behind her ear. “You say things like that out loud to all the gals you wanna be with?”

“Can’t really help it, I suppose. When something gets caught in my mind, I have to let it free.” Molly paused, thinking her thought was complete, but Sadie held her gaze, nodding her on. She wants to hear more. “I guess… I guess my mind’s like a canary. If I don’t set it free, I fear it may die trapped in its cage, which itself is already trapped in a coal mine.”

“Been a long time since those thoughts have seen any sunlight, huh?” Sadie asked, moving a hand up to cup Molly’s cheek. She swiped her thumb along the freckles, gently, and Molly wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay there forever or throw herself into Sadie’s lap and kiss her until they both were breathless.

“I’ve tried, Sadie. Oh, how I’ve tried to let them be free. But each time I spoke them to Dutch, he would just brush them off. They weren’t things he wanted to hear.”

“Yeah, don’t surprise me none.” Sadie said quietly, so much so that Molly had to wonder if she had even meant to speak the phrase aloud. Louder, more purposeful, she continued. “Can I tell you something I’ve noticed about Dutch?”

“Of course. I’ve long resigned myself to never being able to understand him, so any outside input is more than welcome.”

Sadie sighed, dropping her hand from Molly’s face and patting her lap. Suddenly, Molly didn’t want eagerness like she had before. No, suddenly, Molly just wanted to stay here and now, in this ever-so chaste present, to speak with somebody on the level of an equal in a way unlike any conversation she’d had in so very long. She feared that going to Sadie’s lap would ruin that, and this moment couldn’t be ruined. Molly needed it to stay as it was right now, no changes.

Instead, she chose to lie herself down, not caring if the grass or the dirt stained her clothing. She rested her head on Sadie’s thighs, hoping that this was alright, although it most likely would be if Sadie had been inviting her to sit on her lap.

Molly’s question was answered when Sadie began to run her fingers over Molly’s scalp, being careful to not mess up her braid. Molly instantly relaxed into the touch. It was more loving and human than anything she had been given in a lifetime.

“What I’ve noticed about Dutch,” Sadie began, “is that although he loves hearing about how great he is in all sorts of fancy ways that would make most anybody’s heart swell, he wants the words you use to be mostly empty. You could write him pages upon pages of how wonderful you find him to be, but he wants the message to be simple, the words to require little thought to understand.”

Molly listened, letting Sadie’s fingers scratch at her scalp while she took in the other woman’s words. “I mean, look at the books he reads. Remember how he would always talk to Lenny about them, and Lenny would always tell him that the entire book was just flowery nonsense? Frankly, he’s too stupid to understand anything more delicate and thought-provoking.”

“Makes perfect sense that he loves empty things when everything he does is empty in and of itself.” Molly said. “Doesn’t matter how nice he is to me when he’s showing me off, dancing around camp with me on his arm, because he’s only doing it for attention. I’ll never be young enough, even though I’m still pretty damn young as it is. I’ll never be Annabelle Larson, and we all know that’s who he’s pretending I am. The moment I’m no longer a doll he can project his fantasies onto, he gets mad. All I’ll ever be to him is the second-best thing.”

“Who the hell is Annabelle Larson?” Sadie asked, sounding confused. Without even looking up, Molly could tell that she was wrinkling her nose and furrowing her brow the way she always did when she was asking a question.

“In Dutch’s eyes, the most lovely woman in the entire world. They were with each other for two or three years back in the earlier part of the decade. Colm O’Driscoll apparently got his hands on her and gave Dutch a choice-- let her live, but he gets to take her, or he kills her, right in front of Dutch’s own eyes. According to Hosea-- because Dutch never has told me anything about the circumstances surrounding her death-- she pleaded with him to let them kill her, as no matter how painful it would be for him, it would be more merciful for her. So that’s exactly what happened. Dutch told Colm to kill her, and before he was even finished the sentence, a bullet was through her head.” Molly let out a shaky sigh. “He never has gotten over her, his rose taken away far too soon. Still cries out her name in his sleep, whether in tears or in something else.”

They were silent for a few minutes, Sadie’s hand carding through Molly’s hair. Eventually, she broke the silence. “For a long time, I would’ve given anything to be in her place. Some nights, when I’m fighting with myself and my memories, I still would. After the hell those men put me through, a bullet through the skull would’ve been a mercy.”

“It seems life will always gravitate towards whatever causes us the most pain, huh”?

“Unless you’re Annabelle, apparently.” Sadie sighed. “But, as unreal as it may be, I- no, we have got to remember that life wouldn’t be better for us if we were both some variation of Miss Annabelle Larson. As unreal as that may seem to be, we don’t have any other choice.”

“But would either of us be here right now if we were?” Molly asked, defeated. She felt so small, so pathetic, and she hated it.

“We wouldn’t be. We wouldn’t have right now if we were Annabelle. She could never be here because she wouldn’t need to be here.” Molly rolled onto her back and looked up at Sadie, who moved her hand away from the back of Molly’s head. She was beautiful, what with her long, wavy hair, her lightly freckled skin, her eyes that had taken in enough for a lifetime. Molly never wanted to look away. “We wouldn’t be here, together, sharing this moment if we were Annabelle. Right there, that’s something we have that she doesn’t, and never could have had.”

Molly smiled. She felt tears welling up, but tried her best to keep them at bay. Right now was not the time for tears, no. Now was the time for words, for ugly truths that nobody wanted to see. Tears would only hinder that.

“Even in death, some people get everything. But does that really make them human? Hell, Annabelle seems so perfect, I can’t even see her as someone who was real.” Molly sat up, finally choosing to slide into Sadie’s lap, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s shoulders. “But you, Sadie, you are real. You aren’t perfect like she is, you aren’t easy to understand, but that makes you interesting. That makes you you . And, I…” Molly trailed off. “I guess that I’m the same way.”

Sadie smiled, and it was so radiant that Molly suddenly felt herself brimming with courage. “If our realness, if our raw ability to simply be is something that scares Dutch, that terrifies him because he can’t understand it? Then so be it. Maybe I don’t want to be something that he can understand anyways.”

“I sure as hell wouldn’t want you to be either.” Sadie kissed Molly’s cheek. “If he’s too little of a man to be able to see the beauty that’s right in front of him, then he ain’t worthy of it in the first place.”

Molly leaned in, molding her lips to Sadie’s in a deep, meaningful, and utterly perfect kiss. “Forgive me for this, but I’m rather done speaking about him. For all I care, right now, he doesn’t exist. For all I care, right now, nobody exists but us.”

“Fine by me.” Sadie smirked. “Is there something else you would rather be doing?”

“I have a few ideas…” Molly mumbled into Sadie’s skin, pressing gentle kisses along the corners of her mouth. She was ecstatic when Sadie responded in kind, moving her arms down around Molly’s waist as the two lost themselves in each other, their kisses growing deeper. Whether this relationship that she had forged with Sadie was going to be something more, or if this was destined to be but a fleeting moment that only existed to distract, it was okay. In fact, it was more than okay. It was the first time that Molly O’Shea had been more than okay in years.

And it was wonderful.

[kallulovesu]

I just read your Yandere Spain going after a Witch country reader. So hear me out on this one, What if England was low-key still into is ex... and is a Yandere. Like reason why they broke up with him in the first place was he was becoming a power hunger bastard they warned him he'll become if he doesn't stop or at least slow down; and he was becoming to over bearing and controlling in their relationship ( this was back when he was the British Empire BTW ). Bonus points if Both America and Canada is platonic Yandere for the witch country. Basically the reader was the mother and care taker they never really had. The reader took care of them more than England did and they were pretty close up until England made them break up with him.

(A/N:) Anon you’re such a big brain...I just had to write a little story for this 👐

You couldn’t stand any of it anymore.

His persistent need to know everything about you, how he started controlling every little thing in your life as your relationship progressed, the way he would manipulate you into thinking that you were in the wrong for wanting to break it off multiple times. It all felt so draining.

"No one other than myself would even think of getting close to you. After all, who would want to be with such a small, lonely country that has barely anything to offer?" "What about Alfie and Mattie? You know how much they love you, and you’re just going to let them down like that? You’re just going to let us down like that?" "You’re only overreacting. So just stay with us, okay?" "You’re nothing without me."

"You belong with us, love. Can’t you see that?"

The words he spoke lingered with you everyday, chipping away at the little confidence you had left and slowly breaking the happy facade you had always tried putting on. Even your two little boys started to seem like nothing but a reminder of your shackles.

You felt as if you were a mere marionette; each inch of you being controlled by his strings as he formed you into his idea of a perfect little darling.

It was becoming tiring. The mind games, the puppeteering...all of it.

And so, you had decided on running away from it all, no matter how much you just wanted to brush it off and stay with your ‘happy’ little family, no matter how much you hated doing his plan. You packed your bags before carrying out your plan, waiting until night fell to finally sneak out. You, of course had plastered that usual smile on your face, the gesture just feeling...fake and empty to you now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. You had to pretend everything was going according to his plans.

Arthur was a smart man, but even he got blinded by simple gestures at times.

you hated doing this, but decided to suck it up and carry on with your little plan. Everything was going well, it seemed like no one noticed you acting a bit...off, and you only had to put your children to sleep before finally sneaking out.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Ah, speak of the devil.

You blinked, finally noticing said child before you. He had a worried look on his face, the nudging he gave your shoulder eventually stopping as he saw you paying attention again.

"Ah...! You’re okay, I thought you had forgotten about me..." a shy smile graced upon his lips, fingers slightly fidgeting with each other. You smiled at him, seeing him being enough to somehow cheer you up a bit.

"Of course I wouldn’t forget about you, Mattie." You pulled the child into your arms, hugging him. "I love you way too much for that! Besides, you’re my little angel." You said in a quiet voice, as to not wake up his twin brother.

It broke your heart having to say this all while you planned on running away, basically abandoning them. Arthur’s previous words, while you didn’t want to admit it still stuck with you, and you started to have second thoughts...almost wanting to give up on the plan and stay with your two little boys whom you loved way too much.

"Mattie, can you promise me something?" You suddenly spoke up, patting the boy’s hair.

...but it was for the better. You could only sit there and pray that the children you took care of turned into fine men while you were away, unlike their father.

The Canadian nodded, eyes looking up at you in innocent curiosity. "Promise me that no matter what happens you’ll forever stay the same, sweet boy that I’ve always known...even if I were to disappear one day." You held him a bit tighter, the troubled expression on your face hidden away from him.

"Mother...?" He gripped onto your clothing, confusion written all over his face. The question seemed innocent, but he couldn’t help but pick up the strange tone in your voice, which he couldn’t recognize...and it worried him.

"Please just answer." You pressed a bit more, though your voice was barely above a whisper.

Matthew opened his mouth, about to answer before a booming voice interrupted him.

"Not fair! I want hugs too!" Alfred, who you didn’t notice until now yelled. The boy pounced on his brother and tried pulling him away.

"Nu uh! You always hog her attention away from me!" Matthew resorted, clinging onto you with all of his tiny might.

"Lies! You’re the only attention seeker here!"

"That’s because everyone else forgets about me you meanie! Even you and father!!" Matthew cried, and you couldn’t help but snort a little at the remark, despite how sad you found it to be...poor boy.

You watched the two bicker, amusement written all over your face. It was better to enjoy the short amount of time you had left with your two boys.

"There, enough fighting you two. It’s past bed time," you clapped your hands, grabbing their attention. "you wouldn’t want me to tell father about you two misbehaving, do you?"

"No ma’am!" A small chuckle escaped from your lips, seeing the children immediately freezing and crawling back to their beds. Guess you weren’t the only one intimidated by Arthur, eh?

You went over to Alfred, giving the boy a soft kiss on the cheek and wishing him a goodnight before making your way to his brother, repeating your previous actions.

"Sweet dreams, I love you." Was the last thing you said, sparing them one last glance before closing the door behind you.

It felt as if your heart was clenching, already feeling a sickening emptiness in your chest as you just stood in front of the door, trying to recollect your thoughts.

There was no use in sulking, you had to go. Now.

And so you scurried away, making your way towards the front door. The few items you truly needed were already brought down to your house, with the help of magic of course. You couldn’t waste any more time being here.

You disregarded things such as clothing and other unnecessary things, only caring about the potions and magic handbooks that you had brought along the way. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what Arthur could do with these in his possession— recalling that one of them had a receipt for a never-ending love potion, and god did you fear what he could do with that...even a stronger witch such as yourself would have trouble dealing with that, especially if it was casted upon yourself.

...what a dangerous situation you put yourself in. You should’ve never interacted with that bastard in the first place.

You sighed, snapping out of your thoughts and turned another corner. The house was large, and you had found yourself getting lost multiple times...but it wasn’t the time for any of that, you had to get out. Now.

And luckily, you soon found yourself standing in front of a familiar, large door. You took a deep breath, relieved that you managed to make it here without the idiot finding you.

"(Y/N)?" A voice spoke from behind you. "It’s late, where are you going?"

Oh, never mind.

You turned back, facing the very man you wanted to run away from. It was obvious that he was woken up from his sleep, seeing that he was wearing his pajamas while lazily rubbing his eyes. A small candle was in his hands, most likely to help him look through the dark mansion halls.

"Why are you awake?" Was all you said.

"I was waiting... I wanted to rest with you, but you never came." Arthur said, slight disappointment evident in his voice as he walked over to you. "Now answer my question, where the fuck are you going?"

You stayed silent, merely staring at the man before averting your gaze. "Away from this house, away from you." He froze, eyes widening as he seemed to process your words

"Can you repeat that? I...i don’t think I heard you correctly," he lightly tilted his head to the side. "you wouldn’t do something that foolish, would you?"

"Oh, I would." You took light steps back from him, distancing yourself from your boyfriend— no, ex-boyfriend. "I’m not doing this anymore, Arthur. This is becoming too much for me."

"And? What about it? I pour my heart and soul for this relationship... and you just run away like that? Love, you can’t just do that..." every step you took was repeated by him, his hands clenching into fists as he tried so,so hard to not just burst right then and there.

"I know, I’m sorry but I just...I can’t." You looked down at your feet, avoiding his piercing gaze. "Look out for them while I’m gone." And so, you turned around completely and walked towards the door, almost reaching towards the handle before abruptly getting stopped by a hand pulling you back.

"No!" Arthur yelled, his grip only tightening on you.

"England, you’ll wake up the kids-"

"Shut up." The man didn’t say anything for a while, trying to calm himself down. "Call me Arthur...please just call me Arthur."

"How about we just get inside and— and drink some tea while talking? I still have some sweets left from earlier today, so we could add that." He offered, pulling you closer towards him. "Please?”

You were looking at his hand, the hand that brung you comfort so long ago...but you couldn’t help but feel your skin crawling every time he held you now, fear overtaking you at the thought of what he could possibly do with them.

He was dangerous.

"Why?" Was all you could bring yourself to say. Arthur‘s grip softened, wide eyes looking at your downcast ones.

"...Why?" He repeated, "why what?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"All of this, why did you do it? For what?"

"Is it because you want my land? You already said it yourself, my country is basically useless...so why are you so persistent on keeping me here? Or perhaps it’s because of Alfie and Mattie? I’m sure they...wouldn’t really mind me going, they still have Francis and you after all."

"So why? You could have everything you wanted without me."

"Darling..." his eyes faltered for a minute, most likely taking all of it in and thinking of what to do. Arthur opened his mouth, wanting to say something-

"Arthur, do you even love me?"

Before being interrupted by your voice, which slightly cracked.

The man could only stare at you, mouth slightly agape. Whatever he wanted to say was completely forgotten about, instead being overtaken by his sudden shock— then panic. "Darling...what are you talking about? Of course I love you, I love you lots and lots. Everything I do is for your own well being."

"I’ll even change myself if it means having you by my side, so please..."

Love... Could this really be called love? You thought, finally mustering the courage to look up at the man and studying his face.

Confusion. Sadness. Distraught. Interest.

He looked conflicted; obviously not knowing what to do with his control on you slowly slipping away. Your actions were a mystery to him, and he wondered...what were you planning? What was going on in that little mind of yours?

"Ah," your eyebrows furrowed. "I see."

Your question had most likely caught him off guard, which was a good thing... you supposed.

Arthur gently tugged onto your arm, bringing you closer to him. "I-I can’t put it into words how much I love you...so just come inside, and let me show you." He offered again, eyes calculating, as if he were deciding the best course of action; whilst yours were sharp, refusing to show weakness.

"This isn’t love, England. You’ve done nothing but hurt me in various times by now, and I’m sick of it." You stood your ground, willingly stepping closer to look at him directly in the face— "Threaten me, physically harm me...hell, beg on the ground for all I care! But I’ve finally made my decision." and so, you took advantage of his weakened state to rip yourself away from his grasp, making him flinch.

"I’m not doing this anymore Arthur. You can figure everything out by yourself now, I’m done. We’re over."

You loved him, you truly did love him from the bottom of your heart...but you just couldn’t be with him anymore."

"Dear—"

"Enough. I’m- I’m done listening to you." Walking back, you took a deep sigh of relief; glad that you were finally able to stand up for yourself.

"Don’t even think of following me, unless you want to get turned into a mere frog."

[cassianstattoo]

HAPPY ACOSF RELEASE DAY!

(ACOSF SPOILERS AHEAD) ARE YOU EXCITED?

I personally am. It’s time for Nesta’s story (and not just hers) to be told. So, this leads to another thing I think (and hope) you’ve been waiting for.

LET’S EXPLAIN THE PLAYLIST! (Read every song’s meaning while or after reading the book) And thank you for all your love and support.

“Alone” by Melancholia: It describes the Cauldron scene at the beginning of the book. In this song you can feel the rage and how hard she’s struggling. This song is not about weakness. It’s about her strength.

“Impossible” by James Arthur: Chapter 1. Even if it’s not so clear in this chapter, I think this song represents how Cassian feels when Nesta’s around. He feels worthless and not so different from the other men she beds (as he thought in ACOFAS). He lost his hope of an happy future with the woman he loves and he feels like he’s breaking that last promise she made her. Everything just seems so impossible.

“Sister” by The Black Keys: Chapter 2. This just makes me think of Feyre and Nesta’s fight. It’s from Feyre’s pov.

“New House” by Toro y Moi: “I want a brand new house Something I can not buy, something I can afford I just want a long shower I been feeling so crowded” Chapter 3. It’s about Nesta settling down in the House of Wind. It’s not the place she feels she can call “home”. First of all, it’s not really hers. The last two sentences of this verse are about her breathing and trying to calm herself at the end of the chapter. She’s just tired.

“My Mother & I” by Lucy Dacus: Chapter 4. The whole song is about Nesta and the relationship with her mother when she was a child. I think there’s nothing else to say. Also, in the 1st Chapter it says that she’s born in spring, so the song talks about a girl who was born in May. It all fits.

“Teacher’s Pet” by Melanie Martinez”: “Teacher’s pet If I’m so special, why am I secret? Yeah, why the fuck is that? Do you regret The things we shared that I’ll never forget? Well, do you? Tell me that I know I’m young, but my mind is well beyond my years I knew this wouldn’t last, but fuck you, don’t you leave me here” Chapter 5 and 6. Nesta and Cassian’s first day of training together. She basically doesn’t want to act like she’s his pet and she’s got to do whatever he want just to respect her sister’s will.

“Dangerous Man” by Valley Of Wolves: “They say I’m a wanted man Holding line and break the fire I’m setting all the captives free But I’m hanging by a wire” Chapter 7. It’s about Eris and his double-cross. That’s how probably Cassian pictures Eris in his mind tbh.

“Control” by Halsey: Chapter 8. Nesta facing the stairs. It can be linked to other chapters too because if you take this song as a whole and not just a few verses, it really contains A LOT of things. For example, the line “The House was awake”. Also Chapter 9, when people start calling their children. You can find this moment in the song when it says “All the kids cried out ‘please stop, you’re scaring me”.

“Bookstore Girl” by Charlie Burg: Chapter 9. The bookstore girl is Gwyn and Nesta tries to know more about her.

“Wrong Direction” by Hailee Steinfeld: “I don’t hate you” Chapter 12. This song is about the chapter’s ending.

“You’ve Got a Friend In Me” by Cavetown: Chapter 13. Nesta and Gwyn’s interaction. Also, Nesta helping her.

“like that” by Bea Miller: Chapter 16. Nesta and Cassian’s tension is hilarious, but this song makes me thing about this scene so much.

“Queen” by Shawn Mendes: Chapter 17. Elain fighting with Nesta. This lyrics is so powerful. The first part is Elain talking to Nesta. The second part is Nesta talking to Elain.

“You’ll Follow Me Down” by Skunk Anansie: Chapter 17. Same scene. This is totally Nesta. She’s so scared of herself and of the world that surrounds her. She’s afraid to lose her sister in this world she still knows nothing about if not violence. She wants Elain by her side, even if it means dragging her down with her.

“Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer: Chapters 18/19. I like to call it “THE chapter”. Do you need me to explain why I chose this song? Um, I don’t think so. You know it.

“Only You” by Ellie Goulding: “Baby I’m on my knees” Chapter 22. He’s... returning the favor.

“Revolution” by Diplo, Faustix, Imanos, Kai: Chapter 24. Our girl Nesta knows what she’s doing. What she’s starting.

“Best Friend for Hire” by Anthony Amorim: Chapter 25. The whole song is about Nesta and Emerie’s interaction. Everytime I listen to it I can’t help but cry.

“Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue)” by Hozier: Chapter 26.  Nesta’s worried about Cassian and gives him relief.

“Rise Up” by Andra Day: Chapters 27/28. These three girls are going to rise up, bitches.

“Nina Cried Power” by Hozier, Mavie Staples: Chapter 29. This song is really powerful, just like Nesta. She always is, but in this chapter we learn HOW MUCH.

“Fix Me Now” by Garbage: “Bring me back to life (fix me now) Kiss me blind” Chapter 31. THAT scene. HE HEATED UP THE WHOLE ROOM Y’ALL. Cassian literally kissed her back to life.

“Ready or Not” by Fugees: Chapters 34/35/36. I can’t choose only one quote from this song. But can you hear its vibes? Nesta’s leading a dead army. This is THE power. 

“PILLOWTALK” by ZAYN: Chapter 37. *wink* This song says everything.

“Go Fuck Yourself” by Two Feet: Always chapter 37. I couldn’t choose just one song, you know. Also, lowkey Chapter 38.

“Never Again” by Breaking Benjamin: “Never again, never again Time will ot take the life from me” Chapter 38′s ending. All I can say is: NEVER AGAIN.

“Boy In The Bubble” by Alec Benjamin: Not linked to just one chapter. It makes me thing of Azriel a lot.

“Past Lives” by BØRNS: “I've got the strangest feeling This isn't our first time around Past lives couldn't ever come between us Some time the dreamers finally wake up Don't wake me I'm not dreaming“ Chapter 39. Gwyn and Azriel. Well, these lines are about them, but I think the rest of the song represents Elain and Azriel, too. I don’t know if you feel the same.

“Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Green Day: THIS IS AZRIEL’S SONG. YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE.

“Watch Me While I Bloom” by Hayley Williams: Chapter 41. Nesta teaching Cassian how to treat a woman. She’s got big dick energy ayeee

“R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys: Still chapter 41. Cassian taking control of the situation. This song just screams “dominant” lmao.

“Walls Could Talk” by Halsey: So Halsey once said “The House was awake” (Control). What if those Walls Could Talk? Like, poor thing. It could have a mental breakdown. This song is dedicated to the House of Wind ‘cause it needs respect. It’s alive. Just imagine how’d you feel watching non-stop those two fucking and fighting. Also Azriel, you’re loved.

“Despicable” by grandson: “If I were you I wouldn’t love me neither” Chapter 43. Tamlin deserves a song, too.

“Part Of Me” by Katy Perry: Chapters 45/46. It’s all SO chaotic. This song means a lot of things. They all lied to her, but this song is particularly about Nesta and Amren’s fight. In my opinion, she did the right think telling Feyre the truth ‘cause she deserved to know, but it just wasn’t the right time and space.

“Don’t Give Up On Me” by Andy Grammer: Chapter 47. Cassian’s going to take care of Nesta. She made a mistake but she knows here better than anyone. He won’t give up on her.

“There You Are” by ZAYN: Chapter 50. Cassian comforts Nesta when she finally explodes. He’s there for her with open arms.

“You Found Me” by The Fray: Still Chapter 50. This chapter was so hard to read and this is another song that can describe it best.

“Locked Out Of Heaven” by Bruno Mars: Chapter 51. Illyrian bat boys just love flat objects. I see.

“Thin White Lies” by 5 Seconds of Summer: Chapter 51. Yeah, still thinking about that desk.

“Chosen Family” by Rina Sawayama: Still Chapter 51. This song is wholly dedicated to Nesta’s new found family. Not only Gwyn and Emerie, but also Cassian.

“Library Magic” by The Head And The Heart: Chapter 52. Listen to this song and read the scene at the beginning of the chapter.

“Battle Cry” by Imagine Dragons: Chapter 54. I know it’s weird but I feel this song talks about Lanthys and Nesta’s fight.

“Hurt” by Christina Aguilera: Chapter 55. Nesta takes Cassian to the place she lived with her family in the mortal lands. It’s dirty and broken now but it’s still there. Nes talks about her father and realizes how much he’s done for her and her sisters.

“Story Of Another Us” by 5 Seconds of Summer: Chapter 56. I know this sounds like a sad song but to me it represents Gwyn’s present. The story of their past (of another “them”) and also their present.

“Drama Club” by Melanie Martinez: Chapter 57. Eris vibes, y’all. I know you can feel them. Everytime I listen to this song I can’t help but thinking of him. So the only thing I can tell you is: listen carefully.

“Genius” by Sia, Diplo, Labrinth: Chapter 57. Hear this song. It just makes me think of a ballroom where two people try to talk to other people and they’re avoiding to make eye contact. And they fail (yeah, those people are Cassian and Nesta btw)

“Therefore I Am” by Billie Eilish: Chapter 57. Still about Eris, but also Cassian. They can’t stand each other. So imagine the astronomical energy (inside of this bus lmfao) when Nesta comes in between.

“All About Us” by He Is We, Owl City: Chapter 57. Nessian dancing.

“Rock Bottom” by Hailee Steinfeld ft. DNCE: Chapter 58. This song is SO accurate. This is the moment I realized “That’s it. I think I can die happy now” and then I started crying. Nesta just thinking she’s not enough and she deserves to be with someone as ugly as she thinks she is. Cassian is like “shut the hell up, woman” and yeah. That’s the kind of energy and conversation I was waiting for.

“Stop Crying Your Heart Out” by Oasis: Chapter 58. Their life becomes brighter. They have to stop crying their heart out because of their fears and the emotions they keep trying to hide. They need to feel free and express all the love they can give to each other.

“Fade Into You” by Nashville Cast, Sam Palladio, Clare Bowen: Chapter 58. Finally the truth comes out and everything becomes real. Even if the song is pretty sad, the lyrics is just SO accurate and it describes the scene perfectly.

“I Miss You” by Adele: Chapter 59. Basically Nesta feeling needy ‘cause she doesn’t see Cassian for days, but it’s more than that. Pay attention to the depth of the song. It shakes you. And that’s what Nesta feels when she thinks of Nesta.

“Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera: Chapter 59/61. I want to dedicate it to my favorite girls in this book: Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn. They’ve been through a lot but they also learnt to face their fears. And they realized that unity is strength.

“Smile” by Uncle Kracker: Chapter 62. Cassian’s sooo happy to be with Nesta it breaks my heart. And his own too.

“Broken Pieces” by 5 Seconds of Summer: Chapter 62. Aaand here we go again. Cassian just wants Nesta to give him the chance to be happy with her.

“Carried Away” by H.E.R.: Chapter 62. Nesta thinks they got too carried away and now they’re at a point of no return. She opened herself to him too much. It’s not like she regrets this but she understands that now everything’s too real and changing. She doesn’t feel ready.

"What’s Up?” by 4 Non Blondes: Ending of Chapter 63. Okay, I’ll make you laugh but this is me after reading it. I needed to put a song about how I felt when I read this freaking ending, after all the devastation Chapter 62 brought into my heart. And the fact that Nesta’s 25 and the first line begins with “25 years”... I DIED. Also I think of her just screaming to the word “WHAT’S GOING ON?!”.

“Sisters Are Doin’ It For Themselves” by Eurythmics ft. Aretha Franklin: Chapters 64/65/66. DO I NEED TO DESCRIBE IT? NAH, I DON’T THINK SO. THESE GIRLS ARE POWERFUL, STRONG AND SMART AS HELL.

“Run The World (Girls)” by Beyoncé Chapters 67/68/69/70. The girls want to win and they’re going to conquer everything with no mercy.

“Puppets” by Depeche Mode: Chapter 71. Eris impotence t is heartbreaking.

“Warriors” by Imagine Dragons: This song is for every character. It’s about Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn, but also Cassian, Azriel and Eris. They’re fighting different battles and they’re doing it with every ounce of power they have.

“Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! At The Disco: Chapter 74. Nesta kicking Briallyn’s ass.

“Survivor” by Destiny’s Child: This song is dedicated to Emerie and Gwyn. They spent all their lives learning how to survive. At the end, they finally won.

“Set Fire to the Rain” by Adele: THE Nessian Anthem. I put this here ‘cause FINALLY they’re endgame. But something bad’s about to happen...

“Cancer” by My Chemical Romance: Chapter 76. This chapter’s been the hardest one to face. I had to put the book down for a minute and breathe. I know this song made you panic and ow you know why I chose it. I can’t stop crying thinking about Feyre in those conditions and all the IC and her sisters surrounding her. I’m still so heartbroken.

“You Saved Me” by Skunk Anansie: Chapter 77. Nesta cares about Feyre. She’s her little sister and she just can’t let her die like that. She gave her a happy ending even if Nes had to lose almost every ounce of power she had and learned to accept. But they’re worthless in comparison with her sisters life. She just loves them both. She’d do anything for them and this scene proves it.

“Lean on Me” by Bill Withers: This song is about friendship and sisterhood. Nesta’s relationship with Gwyn and Emerie, but also with Feyre and Elain (and lowkey Rhys). Also, I dedicate it to little Nyx, too. They all love you, babyboy, and would do anything for you. Welcome to this chaotic world, kid!

“Sorry” by Halsey: Chapter 78. These are not explicit apologies. Nesta doesn’t need to say “sorry” vocally. She already demonstrated it. Her actions speak louder than words and her sister know it. This song is not about a “romantic lover” but a “person who loves” and they all love too much and strongly.

“Amazing” by Aerosmith: WE FINALLY SEE THE LIGHT. This is the happy ending they deserve (but the cliffhanger is killing me tbh). It’s about everyone in this book. I put it in the playlist ‘cause at first I thought it could refer to Azriel and Cassian. But the more i listened to it, the more I realized it just describes every single character.

“The Reason” by Hoobastank↓

“this is me trying” by Taylor Swift: Both the songs refer to Chapter 80. Nesta visiting her father’s grave is one of the first steps to finally go on. The songs represent what she really wants to tell her father. He’s the reason to start over. And she’s trying. Even if she made mistakes she’s ready to fight for the happiness and love she denied herself years and now she knows she deserves it.

[imaginesbymk]

PINK + WHITE.

— chapter ten ; stained glass window.

summary: teresa’s permanent resignation from the peaky blinders leads her to a whole new chapter of working in an art museum. but little did she know her best life would be butchered some time later when her former lover tommy shelby gives her no choice but to return to the peaky blinders after they make new enemies, with the leader, of all people, being the man teresa fell in love with one night after a wedding reception back in post world war; luca changretta.

pairing: luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby

tags in this chapter: swearing + smoking

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A/N: I am sooooo sorry for the long hiatus! </3

This story is getting more views on Wattpad than here on Tumblr. I still love the show and Luca's my favourite villain, but as much as I want to discontinue this story, I want to get it out of the way because I have drafted a timeline of this story, including Teresa's and Luca's closure on their relationship. So I'm stuck in the middle on what to do???

BTW, I've come up with a headcanon for Luca's full name as Luca LaPaglia Changretta! His middle name is never revealed in the show, I just did this for the fic.

RIP Helen McCrory. You were one of my favourite stars of the show. Fly high <3. The Peaky fandom will miss you so much.

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TERESA wasn't as religious as the next person, but she kept her respect as her heels echoed down the aisle, immediately spotting the tall man kneeling on one of the pues. His hands were folded in prayer, and he murmured what the Welsh could make out to be Italian tongue.

"Do you want to be alone?" she asks.

Luca pauses, his eyes still shut and hands still in folds. "No. I want you here."

Teresa slides over and sits next to her lover, staring at the giant crucifix behind the front podium. "How often do you pray, amore?"

Luca pauses his prayer again. "Almost every day. God and I keep in touch, y'know."

"What does he say to you?"

"He tells me to tell you to quit interrupting until I'm done talking to Him." Teresa chuckles, prompting her to let him finish. As it took another good minute for Luca to conclude his prayer, Teresa gazed at the stained glass windows on each side, casting a good light from the clouds that allowed a bit of sun for England, some of it casted its light onto Luca, like an angel on an opera stage.

Luca makes a sign of the cross, sitting back on the pue and grunting a bit from kneeling for a while. "How was lunch with Mamma?"

Teresa nodded. "It was lovely."

"Just lovely?"

"Mhm." She holds his hand. "She says your middle name is LaPaglia."

Luca hums, kissing her hand that curled with his. "C'mon, I wanna take you out with me for wine."

"Hmm... Luca LaPaglia Changretta," She said out loud, admiring the beauty of his full name slipping from her lips. "And I had wine with your mother."

"I meant wine shopping. I'm doing most of the taste tests, it's my cousin's birthday soon."

"Then shouldn't he be the one shopping for wine?" she asks.

The Italian pulls the heavy door, escorting Teresa out of the church and into the chauffeur. "He counts on me, I'm better at choosing wine and gin these days."

"ARTHUR, quit pacing. You'll burn your legs out."

"Where the fuck is she?" Arthur grunts. "Eh? Tom, you're really in it for this one. The fuckin' Welsh is not gonna live up to a fuckin' promise."

"You stop that, she's on her way," Tommy takes a sip of his drink.

A split-second passes as the maid knocks on the heavy office door. "Mr. Shelby?" the feminine voice calls softly. "Miss Griffith is here to see you."

Tommy gives a smug look to Arthur and Polly. "Yes. Send her in," he says. They waited for the woman to walk in, kind of wishing for Tommy to immediately scold her once she stepped foot into his office, but Tommy wasn't up to waste that much energy.

Arthur was the one to step in and do so, otherwise. "What? Did you stroll around Manchester or something?"

"Sorry," Teresa frowns, her face reading she wasn't holding any joy from her day so far. "I was with Luca."

"We're all ears," Polly walked around Tommy's desk. "What's happened? Did he fuck you until you forgot how to tell time?"

"I'm assuming Finn told you?" she asks.

"That's Finn for you, Teresa," Arthur points out.

Teresa rolls her eyes. No point of getting back at him this time. Rat or not, he would never hold back a word from the family. She remembered seeing him appear at the gallery, and he wasn't going to keep a secret from Tommy.

"I invited him for a meeting at a bar...then he took me to the theatre..." Teresa trails off.

Tommy opens his cigarette pack. "Go on."

"That's all, Mr. Shelby."

"You slept with Luca Changretta, just say it."

Teresa folded her arms. "Actually, yes. But earlier events prove what I'm about to propose; I'm in."

The members of the Peaky Blinders all raised a brow, mostly Tommy's.

"You slept with Luca Changretta, I didn't expect you to actually follow up with that, I don't recall telling you to do so, either."

"I wanted to discuss his plans on taking the Penarth gallery. It's not for his dirty hands to touch."

"You wish to join because your heart was too broken to hold back?" Polly says. "Is that where we're getting at, Teresa?" The Welsh woman stared at her. This was probably the first time they had seen each other after all those years that followed from her resignation. Since the last time they spoke, Polly didn't have anything held against her, and here she is, quite disappointed that Teresa shared her heart with a man like Luca. She did quite enjoy her company and her contribution to the Peaky Blinders, even when she chose to depart from Tommy and their relationship, then came Grace Burgess. Polly just didn't want to deal with another afterwards unless it was Lizzie.

"You're doing this just to get even? Luca could care less about your feelings now."

"Teresa," Tommy sighs, nodding at his old friend. "Come back here tomorrow."

Teresa nodded and made her exit out the foot of her door.

"And come on time, please." Teresa wished she could slam the door on him, but Arthur shut it as soon as Teresa's foot took a centimeter away. She presses her ear against the wood to hear them muffling.

"Tom?" She hears Arthur speak. "We can't trust her."

Tommy clears his throat, setting down a scrap of an article he read on his desk. "She'll go back to Penarth, but we can't let her stay there. I know what's going to happen."

"What do you know?"

"Italian men will show up to the gallery."

"It's certain Teresa Griffith keeps a firearm in her drawers," Polly says.

"No," Tommy shook his head. "Not enough to take down at least five men. Luca keeps count of who he orders - who he sends. We're more careful of that, we know of that."

"We're not morons, Tommy. Now we hear from Finn that Luca and Teresa were together?"

"Teresa should give us what we need to know from Luca Changretta. She knows too much about him."

"And Luca knows too much about us," Polly slowly walks over to Tommy. "If Teresa forms an alliance, what will she do? She's already slept with him, but I doubt she got anything out of it. She's not here for the sake of helping. She wants in because she's a woman with a broken heart."

Teresa detaches herself from the door, having heard enough. One of the maids returns, noticing the guest hadn't left yet and was suspiciously eavesdropping their boss. Teresa was pulled back by the shoulder like a child, escorting her out of the foyer.

SEVERAL HOURS EARLIER, Teresa woke from the blinding sun. The silky bed sheets that covered hers and Luca's nude bodies were unmade - ruffled around. If you left the curtains open, you're more alerted. Luca never intended on waking Teresa up that way. In fact, he wasn't even lying next to her in the bed.

Luca's white dress shirt casted more brightness but his trousers were half done. He stared outside, holding his China cup of tea in one hand before looking back down at the papers sprawled across his desk.

Teresa sat up to clip on her brassiere, her accent thinned to greet in basic Italian. "Buongiorno."

He didn't respond.

She slides out of bed and approaches the desk. "Do you need me to leave soon? Though, you don't look like you're in a rush for an important meeting."

Still nothing.

"What, Luca?" This wasn't new for Luca to strangely switch up his mood. He wasn't an easy man, it's hard to impress him or to even study his emotions at times. Teresa had the feeling that Luca didn't enjoy what they had done. "Was this a mistake?"

"This was unprofessional." Luca sets his cup and coaster on his desk. "If you think something will come from this, then think again. I never should have taken you to the theatre. You were trying to let my guard down, were you?"

"No," Teresa shook her head. "I wasn't surprised that this was going to happen."

"Such a mind you carry in that blonde head of yours."

"Seeing you again felt good, Luca. I seized the opportunity to share another moment with you. I was thinking you were going to plan on coming back to Penarth indefinitely."

"Miss Griffith, did it ever occur to you that I wasn't supposed to stay here?" Luca frowns. "I'm no citizen here. America is where my heart belongs, if not America; Sicily."

"You fled to America. That was your last ditch effort to get away from the police," Teresa murmured. She folds her arms. "I understand why you had to do it."

"Then why do you hold it against me?" he asks, exhausted.

"Because I never heard from you ever since."

"I was fairly active in New York, you know?"

"I didn't know."

Luca stared at her. "That's your own problem, Miss Griffith."

"Christ, Luca. Enough with the formalities!" Teresa snaps. "I'm standing at your desk, half nude. We fucked in that bed right there!"

"Which was something we shouldn't have done," Luca began rubbing his temples. "I didn't come back here for you, all right? Porca miseria-" he cuts himself off to heave in a deep sigh. "I have to ask. All this time... you're still hung up on me?"

"Yes," Teresa says, her face paling. "Because I missed you, you bloody bastard. I couldn't reach out to you or your mother, not even the American press, to see how you were doing, or if you were kissing another woman's lips."

Luca slid his hand over to pick up the dress and shawl he placed on the side of the desk. "You need to leave now."

There was no point of convincing him anymore. All was said. Teresa knew not to vex a mafioso unarmed. If she had her handgun with her, she would have tried to pull something in a spite of anger. Would that do her a favour? Probably not. The rest of whoever's left of the Changretta family would go after her without question.

There was Tommy, though, and he's still waiting for her response back in Small Heath.

Grabbing her clothes, Teresa marches back to the bed, gets dressed and leaves the hotel room without saying a word to her former lover. Not even a curse.

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

➹ PROMPT LIST [ 200 ] ➷

200 prompts-ish for 200 followers ( event closes on 3/27/21! )

fandoms: boku no hero academia + haikyuu!! rules are here 

rules: pick one trope, up to two dialogue prompts, genre is optional, and for formatting, if you don’t write it, i’ll do whatever i think fits best! anything works, bby, go for whatever you’d like!

to clarify for song prompts: i usually just base my ideas off of the song instead of writing in the actual lyrics in the fic, but i can write this in songfic format if you’d like!

* = mandatory 

➳ “ tropes/AUs „ 

1. enemies to lovers

2. and then they were roommates (i expect someone to say the next part)

3. coffee shop au <3

4. body swap

5. arranged marriage

6. blind date

7. sharing a bed

8. royalty au

9. high school au

10. college au

11. they hurt you

12. zombie apocalypse

13. major character death

14. love triangle

15. hurt/comfort

16. hanahaki

17. rivals to lovers

18. amnesia

19. sick reader/character

20. other!

➳ “ dialogue prompts* „

21. “can you just... hold me? please?”

22. “you’re gonna catch a cold.”

23. “shut up and kiss me.”

24. “i trusted you!”

25. “no no no, please don’t cry,”

26. “a hotdog is not a sandwich!”

27. “i know you meant every last word.”

28. “...can we, uh, do that hug thing again?”

29. “nononono, stay with me, come on, wake up!”

30. “i forbid you to die, you hear me? i forbid you to die!”

31. “shhhh.. just breathe with me, okay?”

32. “aw, you’re adorable. now shut up, idiot.”

33. “are you- wait, shut up- shut UP, are you blushing right now? that’s so cute!”

34. “don’t even try to double-back, i already despiiiise you.”

35. “babe, i’m in a meeting! just- shh, go back into your room.”

36. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

37. “no, how about you shut up for once?”

38. “it’s not even that hard! you carry the x variable to the other side. then you divide it to isolate the variable.” “mhm. yeah. okay, i get it.” “i- are you even paying attention??” “...probably not.”

39. “it’s raining again?”

40. “don’t- don’t touch me, get away from me, get away from me!”

41. “you have the most beautiful eyes i’ve ever seen.”

42. “but that’s the best part?? i don’t- i don’t understand???”

43. “are you... crying?”

44. “babe, you’re having a nightmare, it’s okay,”

45. “i hate you.”

46. “i-i i didn’t mean it! i didn’t think you’d actually leave!”

47. “hey, it’s just me, shhh... it’s just me. you’re okay. you’re okay.”

48. “would you even care if i died? no, be honest, would you?”

49. “we go down together.”

50. “I HATE YOU! I trusted you, I sacrifced everything for you, and what do I get in return?”

51. “hold on for me, okay?”

52. “c’mere. i’ve been told that i give the best cuddles, hope i live up to your expectations!”

53. “i love you.”

54. “i’m just... tired of being tired.”

55. “i loved you, you know that?”

56. “say it, say something, say you hate me!”

57. “you have the most beautiful voice.”

58. “aaaah, you’re going to look fabulous!”

59. “hey, i’m (name) but you can call me anytime ;)”

60. “...why are you wearing my makeup?”

61. “I’M BUYING YOU A CROP-TOP, END OF DISCUSSION.”

62. “hi, i don’t care. shut up before i gouge your eyes out and shove them down your throat so you can see me rip out your heart.

63. “we shouldn’t be doing this. oh boy. we shouldn’t be doing this.”

64. “help me! i’m sorry, okay? just get me out of here!”

65. “i hope that golden metal on your neck was worth the price of losing me.”

66. “you sing?? I DIDN’T KNOW THAT-”

67. “nonono, these are battle scars! you must have fought a lot of battles, but you are my hero. okay?”

68. “...that’s my idiot. one sec.”

69. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) "i’m not allowed to sneak out, moron.”

70. “will you marry me?”

➳ “ genres/themes „

71. angst

72. comfort

73. reverse comfort 

74. breakup

75. fluff

76. hurt/comfort

77. first time meeting

78. established relationship 

79. reuniting

80. argument

➳ “ formatting* „

81. headcanon to fic 

82. headcanon to blurb 

83. full-fledged fanfic 

84. headcanons 

85. blurbs 

86. one-shot 

87. imagine + moodboard + playlist

88. if you’re okay with anything, just be sure to put that in your ask! <3

➳ “ songfics/prompt ideas „

89. say you won’t let go -> james arthur

90. heaven knows -> five for fighting

91. this is home -> cavetown

92. perfect -> ed sheeran

93. this side of paradise -> coyote theory

94. heather -> conan gray

95. line without a hook -> ricky montgomery

96. arcade -> duncan laurence

97. ballerina -> jeremy shada

98. riptide -> vance joy

99. someone you loved -> lewis capaldi

100. idk you yet -> alexander 23

101. a thousand years -> christina perri

102. love story -> taylor swift

103. i love you -> billie eilish

104. jar of hearts -> christina perri

105. castle -> halsey

106. lucky -> jason mraz, colbie caillat

107. thinking out loud -> ed sheeran 

108. mr loverman -> ricky montgomery

109. the one that got away (cries in bokuaka) -> katy perry

110. she -> dodie

111. sunkissed -> khai dreams

112. train wreck -> james arthur

113. stranger -> jeremy shada

114. king -> lauren

115. wish you were sober -> conan gray

116. falling for u -> peachy!, mxmtoon

117. unlove -> lyle kam

118. coffee -> beabadoobee

119. lovesick girls -> blacpink

120. spring day -> btw

121. dancing with your ghost -> sasha sloan

122. you broke me first -> tate mcrae

123. drivers license -> olivia rodrigo

124. if the world was ending -> JP saxe, julie michaels

125. hold on -> extreme music or chord overstreet

126. ocean eyes -> billie eilish

127. when we were young -> adele

128. ghost of you -> five seconds of summer

129. i like me better -> lauv

130. pierre -> ryn weaver

lmao i know a lot of songs (as you can see), so if you have any suggestions, lmk bby!

➳ “ characters i prefer to write for „

(but don’t be afraid to request others!! i still love writing for any, these are just the ones that make it easiest for me to write for :D please keep in mind that i’m not completely caught up with haikyuu!!)

131. literally all of karasuno istg

132. kiyoko, yachi, keishin yukai

133. tetsuro kuroo, taketora yamamoto, kenma kozume, lev haiba, so inuoka

134. toru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi

135. kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi

136. katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero, mina ashido

137. izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, ochako uraraka, tenya iida

138. aizawa, hawks

139. hitoshi shinsou

140. dabi, shigaraki

lol sorry couldn’t get to 200-

BUT JOIN MY TAG LIST IF YOU’RE SWAG <3

request here! 

[camxlots-retxrn]

so I wrote this fic and I may or may not have just spent several hours recreating the cabin it takes place in within the sims🧍🏻‍♀️

+ the layout (yard looks v bare because I had to remove the trees for this pic so that the entire view isn’t obstructed by leaves)

okay I have headcanons to babble about so feel free to move on now :)

alright so I'd like to preface that the colors most likely mismatch because I am Colored Blind (TM). I still like building though so I just do the best I can skjfsdkjf. y’all can pretend they match

anyway

the little chest on the fireplace mantle is where Merlin kept Arthur’s crown, sigil, and ring while Arthur was, yknow, in Avalon

the boxes behind the house are where the chicken coup mentioned in the fic would be, but sims doesn’t have chickens, so. . . 

these boxes are where he keeps a bunch of other stuff from Camelot bc I 10000000% think he kept everything he could

there are storage centers (or a cellar under the house??) with everything else he salvaged

the basket by the fireplace was made by him. Gwen taught him basket weaving once upon a time <3

I (and many others I think) also 1000% believe that Merlin adopts many talents during his wait for Arthur (instruments, advancements in medicine/potion making, art, gardening, keeping historical records, the works), so those little works of art pinned up by the dining room table are his 

its mentioned in the fic that merlin rarely used the dining room table, but instead just ate at the armchairs by the fireplace (if he ate at all), so he used the dining table as a lil work space 

but now there are fancy pitchers and such because Arthur is still a king who’s a prat

there’s an umbrella by the coat rack bc when Arthur returned he’s like “so these umbrella things exist?? why don’t you own one??” and merlin’s like “bc I can control the weather dumbass” and Arthur’s like “well I want one.” and merlin’s like “I could just stop the rai-” but it’s a freaking umbrella those are so cool. I think the first time Arthur opens one he would give that really confused ???what the fuck is this?? look he does sometimes 

once Arthur returns he likes sitting on the bench by the lil pond bc dude is mourning but there are pretty birds out there

btw worth mentioning the pond isn’t meant to mimic Avalon it’s just a pond

Avalon is east of this house tho

ok I'm done prattling about this now!! I'm quite certain it looks like ass because of the colors all being off, but it looks like it matches to my broken eyes so thats good enough for me

[hiimsociallyawkward]

a servant of two masters

hi friends welcome back to me aimlessly ranting about merlin. up today we have 4.06 and this episode. wow. literally just the title gives me everything i need and i'm absolutley here for the chaos that will ensue. hi bestie @lady-ofmagic-andstars

i love them in their capes

i want a cloak

dude the 'oh it's not gonna happen' and then it happens trope is so dumb but i laugh every time

notice how the knights ripped off their capes

dude people are falling off of horses and out

MERLIN

ok ok but how is he injured. ik this is rated for kids but i really dk how badly merlin is injured. it looks like just his shoulder but he shouldn't be almost dying like his yk?

:,) arthru making jokes

ok but i love arthur taking care of merlin

alskdjflsadk them trying to make jokes to make each other feel better :,)

stop arthur. stop telling the truth merlin's not dying here 😭

bestie vibes only deadass

HAHA

a s s

side note, the site i get my screenshots from- this picture has 61 views while others average maybe like 10-15?? perverts HAHA just kidding

sok i'm actually really curious as to what merlin's injury is

alsdjf;lasdfjsaldfjsaldf merlin making the rocks fall

idk if it's jut the angling but i felt like the enemies were way too close for merlin to create an entire rock barrier. i don't have any screen shot evidence but so you're just going to have to take my word for it

ok but like who even are these men. they were working for morgana trying to capture arthur?

and what's morgana going to do once she has arthur? kill him and take his place on the throne? remember how well that turned out last time she tried that? no one wanted her. idk idk morgana is just confusing as to what she wants

pls die agravaine

haha strangely fond of the boy? there's nothing strange about it

ok i laughed but i also felt bad when morgana splashed merlin awake and flailed around like a fish

dude merlin is so snarky here and i'm HERE for it

ok i like the knights being competent. thank you thank you

and now they're riding back into camelot with their capes on? you're telling me they traced back their steps to find their capes, dusted them off to make sure that they weren't too dirty and didn't have any leaves or branches still sticking to it before riding back to camelot? iconic

poor gaius. ok he's the worst but he does think of merlin as his son and this makes me sad

ok i have a dumb question. do you think merlin understands whenever other magic users are casting spells? ok i feel like this is a dumb question now. but like, is magic a language? are all incantations in a different language, so when other person who knows magic is watching you- they know what you're trying to do and such? i feel like "of course they'd know" but i'm basing that assumption on hp where everyone knows that alohomora is alohomora and where everyone knows that lumos is lumos. but what about here? does merlin know what she's incanting? can he slightly understand it even if he's never seen/done it before? is magic a language like latin, and even if you aren't completely fluent, you and parse together things and make an assumptions?

arthur is just so sad here

i just, i have to have these here

yes bby figure out that we have a traitor

gaius is not slick in the slightest. yes. look at the traitor king

wow morgana being able to bond with the snake? i wonder how

ok question, does the fomorroh have some sort of loyalty to whoever calls them?

✨kill arthur pendragon✨

ok that snake going in his neck is actually scary

pretty castle counter: 5

btw this is actually my zoom background sometimes. it depends from call to call but it changes between this pretty castle and peeta mellark

G E O R G E

ok i've seen all the tumblr posts but it doesn't get less funny. the 'merlin's missing and we can't find him so we're going to replace him with another manservent dressed EXACTLY like merlin so arthur feels better' makes me chuckle every time

i would like to have that for breakfast

i like the loyalty arthur thank you. i love the loyalty pls. i love that they're friends. like, i love the romance but i love just people being friends too

ok this whole scene. arthur wanting to look for merlin because he has to at least try, gwen just wanting arthur to be careful and to come back to her, gwaine being buds. i love all the friendships in this and just yes thank you

ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok i'm not at the hug scene yet but i know it's coming and i'm beyond excited

ok this sound track is so cute.

saldkfj;asldkfjasldkfsd

matching icons for you and your best friends

deadass if someone wants to change their tumblr icons so we can match hmu bc i'm 100% down with that

another pretty castle scene

SASSY MERLIN PLS

ok ik this is dumb to comment on because i feel like it's not tremendously hard to execute but i love the differences that colin made in regular merlin and fomorroh merlin. it's the best

they say it later in the episode but i find it hilarious how bad of an assassin merlin is

dude pls you're pouring poison in front of EVERYONE else?

BOG MAN. ok guys i'm calling you guys bog mans now.

ASLDJFALSDFJS THE JEALOUSY SCENE

i am cringey but laughing at the same time you don't understand why am i this childish

ok but arthur is being so sweet right here. i feel like he's not trying to be showy in front of gwen, i feel like he wants merlin to rest and that's so sweet. he's so patient right here and i love him

i miss the gwen and merlin friendship actually

dude merlin is roasting gaius so hard today

leon geeking out over weapons is so cute. omg he's such a tiny nerd i love him

laskjflasdfj THIS SCENE. this makes up for the stew jokes that i may or may not still be mad about

i love that the knights LITERALLY turn a blind eye it's actually hilarious

LOOK AT MERLIN BEING COMPETENT?? HE'S SO SMART WITH THE ARROW RIGGING THING

it's literally treason leon pls and you're laughing you're the best 😭😭

i wish we had a pervical back story arc

ok i think it's dumb that i laughed when merlin ducked but i stand by that

ok why do i feel bad for arthur a little. he's talking abt some semi-deep stuff. not deep deep but like, he's trying to ask for advice from his friend, his close advisor. he would've never talked to merlin like this is season 1-2 but here he is, talking about trust. and MERLIN is trying to MURDER HIM. yes. i admit it's a little funny when i'm just watching merlin trip over things and such, but when i listen to arthur talking i feel slightly sad

literallly. merlin's passed out on the floor and arthur doesn't even think anything is wrong

gwen's face when she knocked merlin out is so cute

oop. why is arthur standing in agravaine's door way like an absolute robot

cyes arthur. figure him out

i hate agravaine. i just want arthur to be happy. he's only trusting agravaine because agravaine is family.

stfu agravaine 'you're all that's left of my dear sister' SHUT THE FRONT DOOR

ok there's a repeat of the castle from earlier but i'll spare you

pls this bath scene is so awkward. tt not being able to trust anyone anymore and we're laughing at merlin but arthur's talking so sad and deep

pls this bath scene is so awkward. that's all the notes i have

again, i miss gwen and merlin

merlin is MONCHING on those berries. i'm craving berries now

ok but like. yk that pouch that gaius is using to make the forromoh dormant? what if merlin tucked it in his neckerchief as a precaution. i'm just saying.

aslfkjasdaskdjf the tavern

yall why did merlin have to stop his horse to drink the potion

i want the knights to have a cool band name or smth yk what i mean?

i like that merlin is still a little in the camelot red. it's not the same shade but yk what i mean

HAHA LEON AND PERCIVAL BEING PUSHED TOGETHER. I JUST KEPT ON SCREAMING SUBTEXT SUBTEXT

damn morgana wants RESUKTS. i dont blame her

the frist interaction with merlin and morgana in the hut is so awkward. pls.idek how to comment on it

deadass morgana's dress is so pretty.

magic fight! magic fight!

stfu 'rightfully mine' pls

hehe there's a leaf in his hair

ok i feel like i should've commented more on the magic fight but idk bro

so ik that colin was in this whole episode but it really only just now feels like merlin is here and i think that's fun

arthur is the cutest. i'm loving this dynamic you have no idea. i live live live live LIVE off banter. pls

guys i'm sad apparently i can only put 10 pics in a post but pls enjoy this one pic of arthur right here 😭

ok idk abt you but i'd love to hear jokes abt brass

agaragvaine pls die already

YOU'RE SUCH A PERV LITERALLY

GO

AWAY

NOW

dude that last scene was actually really pretty and i'm sad that i can't attach it now

anyways thanks for reading my long ass rambles. but i'll be back next week to the secret sharer i'll catch you on the flip side

[blueberrypossum]

The Daily Hardship of Loving You

Dastardly Danny x reader

Danny is love, Danny is life. Who wouldn’t want to be saved by this wonderful rat?

This is another trade with @greaser-wolf ( so freaking excited for this trade man it’s gonna be amazing!!). Part of this scene is from the movie Suicide Squad, where Joker comes in to save Harely (btw I am not comparing Danny to Joker, Danny will treat you like gold, not like trash). I love writing action scenes and partners working together and supporting each other!! This my weakness. Hope you guys enjoy!

⚠️WARNING: ⚠️This fanfic will have explicit words and violence, viewer discretion is advised. Also a lot of angst!

Big Mama’s words will be colored green

Word Bank:

Zoot Suit- A certain style of a suit

Tawdry- made out of cheap or poor quality 

Pennies from heaven- Easy money

Passing the buck- Placing the blame on someone or something

The crowd cheered and booed around you as you stepped in the Battle Nexus sitting area, the foul air of sweat and snacks from the concession stand filled your nose as you took in the fight below you. The atmosphere around you was warm and rigid as you eyed the crowd, your eyes landing on Big Mama on her throne, her six red eyes darting back and forth. 

Your head turned to look down at the fight below, the two yokai’s fighting were at each other’s throats, their weapons clashing against each other’s as dirt clouds danced around them. 

This was only the first match, you and the boys had the whole night to do this plan perfectly. 

You slowly turned yourself around and away from the yokais, the keys you had swiped jiggled in your pocket as you went down the stairs. 

For weeks you had been working for Big Mama, just like the Mud Dogz, but you were a shiftly one and was able to gain her trust, the keys to her vault below the Battle Nexus practically falling into your hands. Of course you knew about the vault she had in her hotel, but Gus guarded that one like the loyal dog he was, but you knew he couldn’t be at two places at once. 

You were on the first level now and took a hard right, your eyes falling on the three figures that kept their bodies within the shadows. You came to a halt next to them, your hand now wrapped around the keys as you threw them over to one of the shadows, his hand instantly coming up to catch them. 

“Guessing you guys didn’t have much trouble?” You asked as the dark figures finally revealed themselves. The infamous Loathsome Leonard, Dastardly Danny, and Malicious Mickey came out in front of you, each having their own signature shit-eating grin. Leonard twirled the keys in his hands as they followed you to the basement door, “not at all, Big Mama’s guards don’t really know the difference between criminal and worker,” he joked. 

You moved over so then he could unlock the door, your body slipping over to Danny as the eel and the ogre took the first few steps down into the underground. 

“Where’s Big Mama?”

“Still sitting on her throne, watching as her subjects tear each other apart,” you laughed out as you trailed your fingertips against the brick wall, the indents and curves in the wall pushed against your hands. The tall rat took a hold of your hand as the stairs started to get steeper and the only source of light was from torches.  

“I really don’t understand the whole torch in a secret basement thing.”

“It’s tacky.”

“I would’ve done glow worms.”

“But they wouldn’t stay in one place.”

“Exactly. It’s unexpected.”

You rolled your eyes as you all finally made it to the last step, stones surrounded you instead of dark bricks and a long hallway strolled in front of you. Danny stood slightly behind you, his thumb gently sliding over yours to show that he was still there. He didn’t say it, but he honestly didn’t want you to go on this mission. You were basically walking over landmines for them to get the keys to Big Mama’s secret vault, but if they were caught down here then you would be punished too, possibly far worse than the Mud Dogz since you had been working closely with the spider yokai. 

The thought of it created a bad taste in his mouth and he quickly told his mind to think of something else, to think how after this he was going to take you to one of the best restaurants in town and buy you an expensive outfit to show you off in. His mind wandered to what kind of outfit would look best on you until you and the two other yokai’s came to a harsh halt. 

All four of you had walked down the hallway and had come to a hard left where two yokai guards stood, behind them a huge metal vault door stood silently.

You eyed the two yokai, your minding working to see if they would be an easy or hard fight. 

The rat laid his head on top of yours as you both continued to stare, a sneer rising against his face. 

“Jeez, Big Mama must be desperate for new recruits to have two geezer’s watching over her dough,” he whispered, his breath and whiskers slightly tickled the top of your head and you gently shook him off, mouthing sorry as he gave you puppy dog eyes. 

Leonard looked at the ancient weapons the yokai’s were holding and then back at the gang. 

“Alright, Danny, you’re going to go up to them and distract them-”

“Hold up, why me?”

“Because you got that suit, make ya look like the richest one out of all of us.”

“Well it is a zoot suit. I’m also an ace at persuading people.”

You let out a tch as he puffed out his collar, his eyes falling onto you. 

“Mickey and I will come up when you got them distracted and then Y/N will open the vault up with the passcode.”

The eel next to you snapped a bolt between his nubs as you gave a small nod, your hand landing gently on Danny’s back before he got up.

“Hey, be careful.”

He gave you a charming smile as he took the hand that was on him and gave a light kiss, his whiskers once again tickled your skin. 

“Always, love.” And then he came out from the corner and headed over to the two guards, his voice flaring throughout the basement like a singer at a concert. 

You could barely make out what he was saying to the yokai’s, but you could make out the words clothes, Big Mama, and tawdry. Of course he would spark up a conversation with those two about fashion.

A minute barely passed as Leonard and Mickey walked away from you, their bodys sticking to the walls like glue as they stalked over to the distracted yokais. They pounced right before the two guards had time to react, Mickey taking out one with his electric shock and Leonard busted one in the back of his head, both of them falling as Danny ended a corny one-liner about them. 

One of them smacked up against the keypad that was behind them, sending off a loud alarm in the tunnels.

You sprinted behind them and quickly pulled one of the guard’s keycards, scanning it and quickly typing in the code to turn off the system and the alarm. 

“Do you think anyone heard that?”

“No, and Big Mama won’t get a warning about it. It has to go off for a long while before she gets notified about it.”

The Mud Dogz let out a relief sigh as you pushed the vault door open and you entered into a golden palace. Piles of gold, cash, unicorns, and armor that looked like they were dipped into liquid diamonds were all placed in long rows. Each one of your mouths dropped at the beautiful sight, Mickey the only one squealing in glee as he dove into one of the many loose piles of unicorns and cash. 

You didn’t know that Big Mama had this much cash, but it didn’t surprise you either; with her cheating on the Battle Nexus and bleeding customers and opponents dry, you wondered if she had multiple vaults hidden within the city. 

Your ears perked up as Danny let out one of his roaring laughs as he dug his fingers into one of the several piles of golden coins. 

“OOOH boys we’ve hit the jackpot! It’s practically pennies from heaven!” He cheered out and then he wrapped himself around you, planting a tender kiss against your lips. You took in his sign of affection and kissed him back, your middle finger flying up as Leonard and Mickey let out fake gagging noises. Danny broke the kiss for just a second to whisper against your lips.

“It’s all thanks to you, doll.”

You let out a shy giggle as you felt your face go red with appreciation, you could never get used to how Danny treated you, it had only been a few months of dating and the yokai made you feel more respected and loved than any kind of royalty. His hand stayed wrapped around your hip as Leonard pulled out the infinite small vacuum he bought in Witch Town, the magical machine swiftly sucking up every last drop of gold, silver, and diamond until there was nothing left but the afterdust of the treasure. 

The battle above you roared and stomped louder as another fighter was taken down by the champion, you were honestly surprised that none of the wealth done here was painted with blood.

You couldn’t help but feel good about this, even proud. You craved for appreciation from Danny, from his friends, to the point that it almost blinded you from the trouble ahead. As Leonard placed the vacuum back in-between his shoulders, you all made your way back to the entrance of the safe.While Danny gave you his hand to help you up, Mickey looked behind with a nervous smile. 

“Ah, there were two guards, right?”

“Yes.”

“Oh that’s bad.”

You looked over from your place inside the door and only saw the yokai Mickey had knocked out, while the other one had disappeared. 

“Ah, I say we make it like dogs and run!” Danny ordered and you all quickly leapt off the safe door and sprinted down the hallway, your feet barely touching the ground as you kept up with the Mud Dogz. When you made it to the door, you weren’t at all surprised when the knob didn’t give in to your force and you looked down at Leonard. 

He got the hint and threw the bundle of keys back to you and you unlocked the door, your fingers barely pushing up against it so you could peek out. There was no sign of any yokai or Big Mama and you briskly got away from the door, the weight of the Mud Doz trying to peek out as well almost drowning you. 

They each gave their own sheepish smile as you glared at them and continued to look around. This was...strange. The only thing you could think of was that the guard went straight up to Big Mama to warn her, which meant you and the guys were gonna to be in deep shit in about five minutes. 

The crowd was barely a buzz in your ears as you followed them through the building, the lights from the Battle Nexus painting inself across your body like lights.

The four of you were almost to the exit of the Battle Nexus when a large guard came in front of your path, your feet coming to a slamming halt before you could run into the bug yokai. You took a step back as he took a step forward, your body instantly bending down as he swiped at you. 

More bug guards came around almost every hidden corner, giving each member of the group someone to fight. But, more and more kept coming, until you were surrounded. Each of you let out a litter of cuss words as you tried to push past, but there was no way out. Danny stood next to you, his arm barely lifted up as a form of protection. Fear screamed its way into your blood, your head racking through itself at how this plan had failed, how this could possibly be your fault for not double-checking things. And when Big Mama rounded the corner, you wondered if you would make it out alive. 

Danny couldn’t help but swallow as the spider yokai walked in, her long legs creaking against the concrete floor. His tail encircled itself around your ankles as Big Mama’s henchmen came closer, their eyes like daggers stabbing it each and every one of them. He knew he should’ve told you to stay out of this one, he knew that something always bad happened to them, and now you were caught in the middle.

“Ah! If it isn’t my wonderful yokai’s, the Mud Dogs. And my new assistant,” the female cooed as she switched to her human form. She circled around you, as if you were prey and she was a predator, even though all four of you towered over her with her being human. The anger that was held within her eyes blazed into you as she stalked over to you, her finger wiggling in your face as if you were a child. 

“Now, now, aren’t you a little disappointment,” she hissed, a slim finger curled under your chin and you quickly shook it off, your eyes narrowing at the woman. Big Mama only let out a rough chuckle as she snapped her fingers and you were separated from the Mud Dogz, your body barely having time to react as you gripped onto Danny’s hand. Danny instantly reached for you, the strength in his hand curled into your slipping hand as the guards came in between you two.

“Hey! Let go!”

“You keep yer slimy hands off of them!”

Leonard and Mickey lunged to help Danny keep ahold of you, their hands batting off the bug’s arms from the rat’s suit. You let out a cry as you felt the rat’s hand slip out of yours and the bug interlocked their arms around yours and slowly started to pull you away, Big Mama following behind them. 

“Finish them for me, I’ll deal with this one.”

Anxiety raced through Danny’s body as they placed their hands around you, dragging you away from them, from him. He couldn’t stop himself from watching you struggle in their grip, small grunts hissing out of your mouth as you were pulled further and further away from him. 

Rage didn’t even cover what coursed through his body, the blood within his veins almost boiled to the point of a fever as his nails dug into his hands. His eyes turned to Leonard and Mickey, and both of them looked at each other, because for a split second, they believed they saw murder within the rat’s eyes. Danny gave his friend’s one look and Leonard and Mickey nodded to the silent order that the rat gave and they each turned towards one of the guards.

You could barely see past the broadening shoulders of the soldiers, but you heard the brawling of fists and the heavy breaths from a fight. You struggled within the hold and then stomped your foot against the guard’s foot, your arm coming free to slam into the other guard’s face. The pain that pulsed through your hand was dull as you turned around-

And watched as Danny’s limpless body hit the ground with a deadly thud. 

For the first time, your mind went blank. You couldn’t focus on Leonard or Mickey or anything else around you except for Danny. He wasn’t getting up, why wasn’t he getting up, he had to get up.

“DANNY!” You called for him, Big Mama’s arms capturing you as you tried to race over him. His name drilled out of your mouth like a siren. You’ve seen him get knocked out, beaten up in a fight, but not like this, the way his body slammed into the ground was an inhuman sound that burned your ears. Your arms swatted against Big Mama’s resistance as you continued to wait, you waited for him to wake up, to give a signal that he was fine, just one flick of your ear Danny!

“Danny! Danny get up!!” You wailed to him and you could feel the clear liquid spill from your eyes. Big Mama changed back into her yokai form and spat onto you, cobwebs spilling over your wrists and mouth. But that didn’t stop you calling for him, reaching for him over the spider’s shoulder as she took you away. You thrashed around in the grip, sobs now clogging your throat with no release as the guard you had hit lifted you up and turned the corner, your eyes never leaving Danny as you were dragged away.

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You blinked a few times as you took in the bright lights of the Battle Nexus. You believed it had been a few hours, but you honestly didn’t know. There were no more battles and the stands were empty, it was just you, a few guards, and Big Mama looming over you. 

Your eyes felt raw with no moisture and your body went weak everytime they made you stand. 

Your mind was still empty, even with the female spider talking your ear off with her weird words. Your legs ached from sitting on them and you could feel exhaustion come over you like a storm. Her webs were sticky and tangled within your hands, almost as if it was sinking into your skin.

If you were caught, what about the others? Wouldn't they be next to you getting the “big” talk from Big Mama. Or maybe there was no one left to talk to.

The images of Danny flashed through your head and you tried your hardest to keep the tears at bay. You didn’t know you could be so emotional over someone, but he was Danny, he was your Danny. You hated your mind for thinking was.

You felt heat vibrate against your face as the spider backhanded you, your eyes closing hard as you took in your surroundings and the pain. 

“Were you even listening?!”

“Sorry, I don’t speak dog.”

Big Mama smiled at you and lifted her hand, your face scrunched up to prepare for the blow. But the woman turned around, her fingers instead messed with her outfit as she smoothed out the wrinkles. 

“You won’t be saying that when you become a chew toy for my new Battle Nexus Champions,” she chirped, a wicked smile on her face as she walked away, the echo of her high heels ringing in your ears. 

You didn’t listen as the woman gave specific orders about you to the guards, how once dawn comes, you will be nothing more than table scraps. 

Maybe this is how it’s supposed to go. You were nothing more than a lying thief, you went behind yokai’s backs and would tear them apart until there was nothing left but the money in their pockets. Maybe your death will be quick, maybe Danny is waiting somewhere for you, it’s almost like you could hear him calling your name.

Wait a damn minute, you could hear it.

As the bug guards walked towards you, a knife struck the ground, barely a inch away from one of the yokai’s feet. You looked up to see one of the large flying birds that was used as transportation in the Hidden City, it’s bat-like wings flying effortlessly above the Battle Nexus as it came into view. 

Music blasted into the circular arena and you quickly rolled forward with it, aiming the webs perfectly with the blade as it tore your bondage into two. The guards next to you went flying towards the wall, the sound pushing them against it. Once free, your hand pulled the knife out and raced over to the nearest thing to protection, a large shield with half of it buried into the dirt of the arena. 

You gave a swift peek from behind the shield and watched as sound waves were perfectly aimed towards the guards that were rushing in, not even giving the yokai time to protect themselves. Confusion jittered inside of you as you finally looked up at who was on the birds. 

You could make out the band members of DIGG and you could recognize the singer, Prairie Dog, singing her heart out into the mic as her band members played their instruments alongside her. 

Big Mama came running into the arena and then was slammed into the wall by the bass of the music, the uncomfortable look on her face was unforgettable. 

“Y/N!”

Your body instantly perked up. Your head poked out from behind the shield as you looked for him. It had to be him, you heard it, you knew that only one voice could say your name like that, to call your name as if it was a melody. 

There he was, standing alongside Leonard and Mickey, beaten up and swollen, but as you watched his chest rise and fall and as he smiled when his eyes laid upon you brought everything back to you. 

As ideas and thoughts raced through your head like a car track, you came out of your hiding spot to fully show yourself to him. 

When you finally showed yourself to him, Danny swore that he felt like a whole new man. After you were taken away, Leonard and Mickey fought off the rest of the guards and dragged Danny out of the Battle Nexus and went to the closest place they could think of: The DIGGS apartment. Once he woke up and treated his wounds, all six of them came up with a plan to get you back, and after stealing a few birds from the stables, it seemed that they came just in time to get you. 

One side of your face was red and a dried up blood trail went down from the corner of your mouth. But you stood tall, you stood proud to show him that you were okay, and that you were ready to get the hell out of there with him.

 The sound of you screaming for him will never leave his head, for years to come he will think about it, even now just seeing you the flashes he barely saw during the fight when you were taken away crossed his mind. It was as if his heart was being scorched into charcoal. 

Danny was known for holding the best promises, and once he got you back, he will promise you that you would never feel like that ever again. 

And when you wake up in the morning after all of this, he will remind you that he is still there, and that he was not going to go anywhere at any time, not when he had you.

You had to find a way to get up to him, even with the music blaring the guards away, you noticed they were starting to break against the mold of the music. Then you saw the rope that Danny threw down, landing perfectly in the middle of the Battle Nexus. 

“Come on, darling! I’m waitin for ya!”

You released a heavy sigh as you sprinted towards the rope, the wave blasts of music barely missing you as you felt the guards chase after you. Every fiber in you was being burned but you made yourself go faster, and once Big Mama started to spit webs at you, you made yourself do twists and turns to dodge them. She kept calling your name, saying what she will do to you will be far worse if you ran, but you continued onward. 

Her words no longer mattered to you, nothing else mattered but one thing as you jumped onto the rope and out of one of the guard’s reach.

Him.

 Leonard sent the bird up and flew you above the large coliseum, the DIGG band following gradually behind, giving out howls and thanking the guards and Big Mama for being a good audience. 

Your fingers and waist were wrapped around the rope as you were taken over the city, you and the guys waved good-bye to the band DIGG as they flew back to their apartment and the ogre steered the bird towards home. You took in the musty and polluted breeze and looked up to see Danny looking down at you. 

“Aren’t ya gonna climb up?”

“And risk falling? No thanks.”

He opened his mouth to answer back but you interrupted him by saying, “and don’t say you’ll catch me because last time that happened I fell on the floor while we were dancing.”

“Oh, that was one time, doll.”

“And it will be the only time I will get off this rope when we land.”

He let out a breezy chuckle as you situated his hat back on his head and then Mickey came into view, waving his left nub at you.

“Hiya Y/N! Did ya miss us?”

A faint laugh rumbled in your throat as you looked up at the Mud Dogz, at your boyfriend and your friends. Just mere hours ago you were crying, believing that they were all dead, that Danny was gone. And here you are, soaring over the city, a new enemy to track you down and an infinite pocket full of treasure. There were new tears sparkling in your eyes as you looked up at them.

“Of course I did.”

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Danny carefully wiped the cut that was on your arm outside of his apartment. Leonard and Mickey were counting and almost rolling in the money they had taken out of the vacuum. You had taken a shower once you got there, cleaning off the dirt and sweat, your new wounds stung against the hot water. After it, your boyfriend called you to the balcony of their apartment to clean your wounds in peace, but you knew it was to get you two alone. 

You winced against his touch as he placed a binding around it, the alcohol burned into your body as he tugged your sleeve down.  

He placed a tender kiss on your shoulder as a way to say sorry and started to examine another wound on your leg when you finally spoke. 

“I thought you were gone.”

The rat paused in his place, the alcohol wipe in his hand had gone stiff. You looked away when he looked down at you, your eyes gliding over the hanging lights of the town, the liquid gold dripping over you and consuming you. 

“I know that this life is dangerous, we’ve had our fair share of beat downs and injuries,” you commented, the laughs of your friends barely reaching your ear as you continued.

“But when I saw you go down, I thought that was it. No more heists, no more dates, no more seeing you every day, no more hearing your voice or dancing in the kitchen at one in the morning.” He held up a hand to calm you, but you continued, new tears spilling from your eyes. 

“We never got to get married, to have kids, that I would never get to see you become a father and it killed me to the point that I accepted that Big Mama was going to-”

“Stop.”

You closed your mouth as Danny lifted your head up, his long fingers gently curling around your chin and you let out a heavy sigh as you dropped your weight into it, taking in his touch, the warmth in his hands. He put the medical stuff down and scooted himself closer to you, the shiny tears that shot down your face continued as his other hand ran through your hair and he kissed you. 

Every kiss from Danny was different. There were the kisses before work, they were quick and meaningful, the kisses during good news, how he held you without effort and his mouth gave you goosebumps, as if he was saying good job within the kiss. The kisses in the bedroom were deep and he hunted for your lips every second to feel your moans, to taste his name on your mouth. And then this kiss, the kiss he gave when you came back to the apartment beaten up or when you both had a fight and he would crawl in bed, his tail lightly wrapping around you as you cave in and dashed into his arms, entangling your mouth with his. 

It honestly hurt that he kissed you like this, the importance behind each one filled you up with love, with something you never had while on the streets, the one thing you’ll always be greedy for, not money or the adrenaline of being a thief, it was him. 

When you separated, you swore that his eyes were watery, but he bent back down to go back to work on your wound. After he banaged up the last gash he turned back to you, his hands going into yours as he carelessly brought his face close to yours. His comforting scent slowed down your senses as his whiskers once again brushed across your face. 

“I’m not going anywhere, doll. Not without you. So, don’t be worrying about marriage and children and stop passing the buck onto ya. I’m here with you, I promise.”

“Good, I need at least someone to handle these emotional outbursts.”

“Well, I do know a yokai that would do the job perfectly. He’s tall, got a tail, and wears a suit that makes everyone swoon.”

“Oh he sounds charming, can’t wait to meet him.”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

You giggled into his whiskers as his arm wrapped around you. As you got comfortable under his arm, Danny finally felt his body loosen up. He didn’t know that you felt like that, of course he knew that you cared, that you worried, but when the tears started to form and how each fear about him started to bubble up and out your throat. 

He never knew his heart could break like that. 

You were a whole new significance to him. He has had lovers, but no one like you, no one has stuck around as long as you, no one has talked about marriage or children with him. Even with being a criminal, Danny still wanted a family someday, and to hear that you wanted one with him was now going to be his reason to get up everyday, to get enough money until you both have enough to live without worry. Images of living somewhere with just you and your children came over him and he brought you closer. 

You both still had a long way to go, your futures weren’t drawn-out and he feared that you wouldn’t be in his life in the long-run. But with how you curled into his touch and planted a kiss against his neck and then settled yourself into his chest, he knew he would fight for you. After today, he would fight for you and with you to reach what you wanted: Happiness. 

[neon-junkie]

how would micah ask his s/o to start dating? how would the gang react? thank you for providing micah content x

I was gonna put a short paragraph to this but as always, I got carried away. This is gender-neutral btw!

Micah won't ask you to be his sweetheart, he'll never ever say the words. He often beats himself up for allowing himself to get soft on another person; it goes against his father's teachings and Micah's whole persona. We all know that opposites attract, but you have to have a little bit of a chaotic side to be with Micah. You could have a heart of gold, be sweet and gentle, super pure, etc, but deep down you'll have a wild side to you. Maybe you love to rob folk by flirting with them all night, having them drag you up to a hotel room for some fun, for you to then pull your gun out, hogtie them, rob em blind, then leave them tied up for some poor sod to find. You've gotta be chaotic good. Micah will pick up on your little chaotic glint from a mile off, and that's why he's so drawn to you. You're such a kind soul but there's unhinged chaos in you, and he likes it!! He'll deny his feeling for you for aaaages, maybe even try and bully you to try and push you away. He'll feel bad, especially if you get really upset at him. Eventually, he'll make it up to you, like buying/stealing you something nice or just generally trying to be kinder towards you. 

We already know that Micah struggles to talk to women. If he's trying to flirt, it'll be cheesy and creepy, so when he approaches you he wants to try something new. He'll sit for hours at the campfire trying to think of every possible way to approach you. He'll really beat himself up over this - he doesn't wanna mess up. Eventually, he decides to just be kind and gentle, take things slow, build your trust up over time. He'll start off with little things here and there, saying you're looking nice today, asking if you slept alright, small comments like that. He'll call you pet names like darling and sweetheart from the beginning, so you'll already be used to those. Eventually, he'll ask if you wanna go on a walk with him, or maybe go sit by the lake. Micah will be SO awkward the whole time. He doesn't even know how to walk properly, he's so paranoid about coming across as weird. You've probably picked up on his advances by now, so just do something to reassure him, like maybe link your arm in his. Over time, he'll calm down. Micah will eventually be straight up and honest with you, admitting that he's 'real soft on ya.' He'll 100% have his head dipped so the brim of his hat covered his flustered face. Pull him out from his shell and give that man a damn kiss!! As soon as you do that, most of his nerves will go. He KNOWS now that you're into him so he won't have to hold back as much. Micah will only start showing PDA around the camp if you initiate it. He doesn't want anybody thinking he's forcing himself on to you, but once you show you're ready then he'll eventually start initiating back. It'll start off when few people are around, like having a cuddle by the campfire at night, or bringing you a coffee in the morning when everybody's still half-asleep. You'll have to be the one to change the pace; do something bold like kiss him in full view of everyone. He'll love that, he loves his s/o to be bold and confident. You're going to have SO many camp members approach you and ask 'wtf is going on?' Most will just tell you to be careful, especially the women, and a few will tell you you're a fool for mingling with that man. If Micah overhears any ruder comments towards him then he'll jump in, telling them to mind their own business and dragging you away with his arm around your waist. Uncle, Karen, and Arthur will call out Micah to his face, threatening to kill him if he dares hurt you. Bill will also call him out if you're close with him, he gets protective around those he loves. Some of the other members may make smaller threats through passing conversation. Micah will eventually snap, arguing overly-loud so the whole camp hears. "I get it! I get it already! I ain't here to hurt (Y/N). Y'all ain't got nothin' to worry about. Now leave me... us be, would ya?" After that, Micah will insist you wear his green neckerchief around your neck or wrist. He's never going to say the words 'will you be mine?' but this is the same thing for him. Once you two are 'official' then he's all hands on. You'll have people begging the two of you to 'please stop making out, it's not even midday. I just wanna have a cup of coffee and not throw up in it.' Micah isn't holding back anymore. You'll get to see his full personality. Oh, and he'll start using cheesy pick-up lines on you, but only because they make you laugh. He'll take you into town often, spoiling you as much as he can. He's happy to do whatever you want, even if it is something mushy like cuddling by the lake as you watch the sunset. His eyes are never on the view, always on you. If your relationship works out then he'll be eager to propose to you, probably within 1.5-3 years. If you're a gunslinger then he'll 100% propose mid-fight, just like that Pirates of the Caribbean scene. It'll be a bit of a shotgun wedding, Micah rushing it because he just can't wait to see his ring on your finger. You'll get married in private and definitely not in the eyes of god/by law. Micah is the kinda guy to sneak the two of you into a church and say all the lines/vows himself, acting as the priest and the groom. "Do you ___, take me, Micah Bell the 3rd to be your husband? Or something like that? Yadda yadda... c'mon darlin', just say yes. I can't wait to put this ring on you any longer!" Your honeymoon will be whatever you wanna do. Want to go away somewhere nice for the weekend? Sure. Want to dress up fancy and pretend to be posh whilst secretly robbing folks? Sure! Want to pull off a big bank heist whilst still dressed in your wedding attire? SURE!!! Micah will never be able to 'settle.' He can't live with four walls and a roof around him. He needs that freedom and the open road, so hopefully, you enjoy that too. You'll eventually break off from the gang, either spending your time alone together, or starting up your own gang. If you're high honour then you may be able to pull Micah towards the light. If you're low honour then he'll encourage you to unleash that chaotic side. You'll have a 'Bonnie and Clyde' style relationship, but of course, you'll do it 10x better.