#but its short so the chances of me finishing it r actually pretty high

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I have a secret writing project >:)

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power grab - k. yeosang 18+

day 29 of kinktober: soft dom - kang yeosang warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, soft sex, fingering, praise, sir kink, clit kissing, oral sex: f, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum eating, soft dom yeosang wc: 1.2k genre: pwp, smut, 18+

“Come on, baby, you can take another one,” Yeosang coos, lips pressing to the inside of your thigh as gently as possible. The touch sets you alight with pleasure, and your previous two orgasms have every nerve ending on edge as he pumps two fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. A dry sob leaves your lips, and his fingers curl until they brush over your g-spot. You close your fingers around his wrist, moving as though you’re going to pull him away, but you don’t truly want to do that. “Be a good girl for sir, princess. You want to do that, don’t you?”

“I w-wanna be your good g-girl, yes,” you huff. A bead of sweat trickles down the side of your face, catching on your hairline and disappearing into the already damp strands.

“Then you’ll take another, won’t you?” Yeosang kisses a path up to your cunt and fans hot breath over your sensitive skin. When you fail to answer right away, he presses down to leave a kiss directly over your clit, brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves with his lip. A shockwave shoots through you, and you jerk at the slight touch. A pathetic whimper slips from your mouth. Yeosang hums when he hears it, tongue poking out to caress your clit again.

“I want… Yeo, baby, please I–” you can’t finish the thought, and your voice dies in your throat. Yeosang continues to lap over your cunt like a starved man. You barely notice when he pushes a third finger into your slick walls, too overrun with pleasure to pay attention to small details like that.

“What do you want, love? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been such a good girl so far. It’s the least you deserve,” Yeosang whispers into your folds. His voice is too quiet to cause any serious vibrations through your body, but it’s enough to have your muscles quivering under his hold on you. “Just say the word…” You push back against the mattress, body flushing with embarrassment as Yeosang tries to draw the demands out of you. His ministrations between your legs come to a halt. You’re so desperate for that touch to persist that that is all it takes for him to pull the begging from your lips.

“Pl-Please, sir, I need – need your cock in me, please. I need it so so badly. W-Want you to fill me up and fuck me full of cum. I’ll do – I’ll do anything for it, sir.” You squirm under Yeosang in attempts to wiggle your way closer to his body, but he locks a hand around your thighs and keeps you firmly in place.

“You sound so pretty and adorable when you beg, lovely. Makes me want to wreck you and leave you a blubbering mess, but… we can save that for another day. I want you to feel good now, give a reward for being so good for me.” A sigh of relief passes through you as Yeosang pulls upwards, sliding up your body until he comes face to face with you. You greet him with a hasty kiss and slot your lips against his, arms folding around his neck and dragging him down to you without any hesitation. Yeosang lets you get away with the bold action and kisses you back with equal fervor. His tongue slips between your lips, and he’s quick to explore your wet and warm cavern, releasing a minuscule groan as you intertwine your tongue with his.

He takes your moment of distraction to drag his cock through your folds, and you would gasp if not otherwise preoccupied. Instead, your hips buck upwards, dragging over his member with the movements. Yeosang hisses into your mouth, and his tongue where it is so that he can align with your fluttering hole. He buries himself in you in one quick thrust. Your walls stretch to greet him, taking him deeper and deeper with every inch he thrusts into you, and you release a wanton moan. He swallows the sound greedily, and you let your body go slack under his weight. After a few seconds in that position, Yeosang pulls away to let you both catch your breath, then his mouth moves to your jaw, peppering it with soft kisses and lapping at the sweat-slick under his tongue.

“I’m r-ready, sir,” you pant against the shell of his ear. Yeosang’s hips jerk at the sound of your neediness, and he tries to keep himself under control as you continue to release moans and whimpers. He builds up a steady pace while fucking into you with barely contained restraint. The pleasure is immeasurable; you aren’t sure you’ve ever felt this good during sex in your life, but Yeosang keeps thrusting without relent. You gasp into his ear with each drag of his cock, quickly losing your mind to the intense pleasure overtaking your body. You want to speak, to say something – anything – but your mind draws a blank every time you try to think of what to say. Thus, you just let yourself drift away in the euphoria. It’s an enjoyable ride in the very least, and you don’t know how much time has passed by the time you feel another orgasm ready to breach the dam. You open your mouth to warn Yeosang of what’s about to happen, only for him to cut you short and press hot lips over you before you get the chance to speak.

He kisses you through the orgasm, and your mind might actually go completely blank in the heat of the moment. He must reach his own high at the same time because you can feel his cock cease the dragging thrusts. Warmth blossoms throughout your gut. You could practically squeal into his mouth, but you hold that back for now and decide to just bask in the sensation of being full of nothing but him. He’s all you can feel, all you can smell, all you can hear, and when you blink your eyes over after the orgasm passes, he is all that you can see. He seems to be having similar thoughts based on the softness in his gaze as he looks down at you with nothing but love and affection.

“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs, bringing up a hand to brush over the side of your face. You lean into the gentle touch without saying anything in response. Part of you is far too exhausted to say anything, and the other part is so overwhelmed by the love in his tone that you don’t know what to say. “Let me get the shower warmed up and ready, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper back, barely able to manage anything more than that. Before Yeosang leaves you though, you peck him once more on the lips and smile up at him with a content expression.

“I love you too.”

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a/n: hihi omg only 2 more days what ._.

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So I've never actually seen /u/ryans01 excellent post re-posted here on tumblr, and I think it could help a lot of people, so I'll repost it below. Link to the original

Ouch. Sounds like you're having a tough time max. That sucks. I've been there, so I kinda know what you're talking about. I've been in the ever circling vortex of self doubt, frustration, and loathing. It's no bueno. I know. If you don't mind lemme tell you a couple things. You can read em if you want, read em again later if you feel like it. But honestly man, if I spend all this time typing this out to you and you don't let it be a little tinder for your fire, well, you're just letting us both down. And you don't HAVE to do that. You don't HAVE to do anything. But you get to choose.

(Who am I? My name’s Ryan and I live in Canada. Just moved to a new city for a dream job that I got because of the rules below. I owe a lot of my success to people much cooler, kinder, more loving and greater than me. When I get the chance to maybe let a little bit of help out, it’s a way of thanking them. )

Rule numero uno - There are no more zero days. What's a zero day? A zero day is when you don't do a single fucking thing towards whatever dream or goal or want or whatever that you got going on. No more zeros. I'm not saying you gotta bust an essay out everyday, that's not the point. The point I'm trying to make is that you have to make yourself, promise yourself, that the new SYSTEM you live in is a NON-ZERO system. Didnt' do anything all fucking day and it's 11:58 PM? Write one sentence. One pushup. Read one page of that chapter. One. Because one is non zero. You feel me? When you're in the super vortex of being bummed your pattern of behaviour is keeping the vortex goin, that's what you're used to. Turning into productivity ultimate master of the universe doesn't happen from the vortex. It happens from a massive string of CONSISTENT NON ZEROS. That's rule number one. Do not forget.

La deuxieme regle - yeah i learnt french. its a canadian thing. please excuse the lack of accent graves, but lemme get into rule number 2. BE GRATEFUL TO THE 3 YOU'S. Uh what? 3 me's? That sounds like mumbo jumbo bullshit. News flash, there are three you's homeslice. There's the past you, the present you, and the future you. If you wanna love someone and have someone love you back, you gotta learn to love yourself, and the 3 you's are the key. Be GRATEFUL to the past you for the positive things you've done. And do favours for the future you like you would for your best bro. Feeling like shit today? Stop a second, think of a good decision you made yesterday. Salad and tuna instead of Big Mac? THANK YOU YOUNGER ME. Was yesterday a nonzero day because you wrote 200 words (hey, that's all you could muster)? THANK YOU YOUNGER ME. Saved up some coin over time to buy that sweet thing you wanted? THANK YOU. Second part of the 3 me's is you gotta do your future self a favour, just like you would for your best fucking friend (no best friend? you do now. You got 2. It's future and past you). Tired as hell and can't get off reddit/videogames/interwebs? fuck you present self, this one's for future me, i'm gonna rock out p90x Ab Ripper X for 17 minutes. I'm doing this one for future me. Alarm clock goes off and bed is too comfy? fuck you present self, this one's for my best friend, the future me. I'm up and going for a 5 km run (or 25 meter run, it's gotta be non zero). MAKE SURE YOU THANK YOUR OLD SELF for rocking out at the end of every.single.thing. that makes your life better. The cycle of doing something for someone else (future you) and thanking someone for the good in your life (past you) is key to building gratitude and productivity. Do not doubt me. Over time you should spread the gratitude to others who help you on your path.

Rule number 3- don't worry i'm gonna too long didnt' read this bad boy at the bottom (get a pencil and piece of paper to write it down. seriously. you physically need to scratch marks on paper) FORGIVE YOURSELF. I mean it. Maybe you got all the know-how, money, ability, strength and talent to do whatever is you wanna do. But lets say you still didn't do it. Now you're giving yourself shit for not doing what you need to, to be who you want to. Heads up champion, being dissapointed in yourself causes you to be less productive. Tried your best to have a nonzero day yesterday and it failed? so what. I forgive you previous self. I forgive you. But today? Today is a nonzero masterpiece to the best of my ability for future self. This one's for you future homes. Forgiveness man, use it. I forgive you. Say it out loud.

Last rule. Rule number 4, is the easiest and its three words. exercise and books. that's it. Pretty standard advice but when you exercise daily you actually get smarter. when you exercise you get high from endorphins (thanks body). when you exercise you clear your mind. when you exercise you are doing your future self a huge favour. Exercise is a leg on a three legged stool. Feel me? As for books, almost every fucking thing we've all ever thought of, or felt, or gone through, or wanted, or wanted to know how to do, or whatever, has been figured out by someone else. Get some books max. Post to reddit about not caring about yourself? Good first step! (nonzero day, thanks younger me for typing it out) You know what else you could do? Read 7 habits of highly successful people. Read "emotional intelligence". Read "From good to great". Read “thinking fast and slow”. Read books that will help you understand. Read the bodyweight fitness reddit and incorporate it into your workouts. (how's them pullups coming?) Reading is the fucking warp whistle from Super Mario 3. It gets you to the next level that much faster.

That’s about it man. There’s so much more when it comes to how to turn nonzero days into hugely nonzero days, but that’s not your mission right now. Your mission is nonzero and forgiveness and favours. You got 36 essays due in 24 minutes and its impossible to pull off? Your past self let you down big time, but hey… I forgive you. Do as much as you can in those 24 minutes and then move on.

I hope I helped a little bit max. I could write about this forever, but I promised myself I would go do a 15 minute run while listening to A. Skillz Beats Working Vol. 3. Gotta jet. One last piece of advice though. Regardless of whether or not reading this for the first time helps make your day better, if you wake up tomorrow, and you can’t remember the 4 rules I just laid out, please, please. Read this again.

Have an awesome fucking day ☺

tldr; 1. Nonzero days as much as you can. 2. The three you’s, gratitude and favours. 3. Forgiveness 4. Exercise and books (which is a sneaky way of saying self improvement, both physical, emotional and mental)

Edit: Wow reddit gold? Thanks! No idea what to do with it or whats the deal but many thanks!

Edit2: Someone asked what I meant by "much more when it comes to how to turn nonzero days into hugely nonzero days". The long and short of it is a simple truth, but it's tough to TOTALLY UNDERSTAND AND PRACTICE. It's this: you become what you think. This doesnt mean if I think of a tree, I'll be oakin' it by august. It means that the WAY you think, the THINGS you think of, and the IDEAS YOU HOLD IN YOUR MIND defines the sum total that is you. You procrastinate all the time and got fear and worry goin on for something? You are becoming a procrastinator. You keep thinking about how much you want to run that 5 k race in the spring and finish a champion? Are ya keeping it in mind all the time? Is it something that is defining your ACTIONS and influencing you DECISIONS? If it is, then you're becoming the champion you're dreaming about. Dreaming about it makes it. Think and it shall be. But do not forget that action is thought's son. Thoughts without actions are nothing. Have faith in whatever it is you've steeled your mind to. Have faith and follow through with action.

Ok, Ryan that's a bunch of nice words n shit, but how does that help me turn slightly nonzero days into hugely nonzero days. Do you believe all these words you just read? Does it makes sense to you that you BECOME WHAT YOU THINK OF? Ask yourself: What do I think of? When you get home and walk in the door. (how quickly did you turn that laptop on? Did turning it on make you closer to your dreams? What would?) At the bus stop. Lunch break. What direction are you focusing your intentions on? If you're like I was a few years ago, the answer was either No direction, or whatever caught my eye at the moment. But no stress, forgive yourself. You know the truth now. And knowing the truth means you can watch your habits, read books on how you think and act, and finally start changing your behaviour. Heres an example: Feeling like bunk cause you had zero days or barely nonzero days? THINK ABOUT WHAT YOURE DOING. and change just a little bit more. in whatever positive direction you are choosing to go.

Edit3: WHOA! This blew up! Major appreciation to Modified_Duck for making this cool ass image: http://i.imgur.com/7xsp7hJ.png

Edit4: Another AMAZING DESKTOP BACKGROUND! http://www.reddit.com/r/GetMotivated/comments/1rowpb/i_made_a_wallpaper_from_uryans01s_amazing_quote/

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Iwaizumi Hajime (27), The Athletic Trainer (NSFW)

!Iwaizumi x !reader NSFW

Hajime Iwaizumi (27) Athletic Trainer x Y/n (21ish) College student/College soccer player

As a college soccer player with constant knee issues, you had become very friendly with Iwaizumi. After your latest injury, you two became extra friendly. 

Warnings: Semi-public (storage closet), creampie, lots of teasing, bit of a slow burn, but also shameless smut.

Word count: 3015

I did try to edit some, but if its bad just let me know! 

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this...but there was something about being in situations like this that just got you going.

It was after soccer practice and as always, you went to the athletic room to grab some ice for your knee. ACL reconstruction a few years prior meant you spent a lot of time with the trainers, whether it be tending to your old injury or taking steps to prevent another one.

You limped into the athletics room, tee shirt slung over your shoulder as you had used it to wipe the sweat that was coating your body. Both legs wrapped up with pre-wrap under the constricting knee braces.

Iwaizumi was sitting at his desk in the back, glasses on while he reads (what you assume are) emails. You let the door slam behind you before limping over to an exam table, hopping up and scooting back until both legs are straight in front of you.

“Iwa...my knees hurrrrt todaaaay.” You whine, flopping back on the table. You ball your shirt up and put it behind your head, getting comfortable as you hear Iwaizumi huff from behind you.

“Well, maybe if you actually stretched like you were supposed to, and iced regularly after practice and games, they wouldn’t hurt so bad.” He says, dropping his glasses on his keyboard as he stands and makes his way over to you.

He takes one look at the dirt and grass stains marking your knee braces and shorts, shaking his head. “Or maybe if you could stay on your feet instead of insisting on playing on your knees..”he trails off, giving you a dirty look.

You smirk as you look up at him, “oh? I thought you would appreciate me so much more on my knees and than my knee Iwa. My bad...” you giggle, teasing him as the tips of his ears begin to glow a soft shade of pink.

“Well y/n, not sure what gave you that idea...” “Oh come on Iwa, it’s not like you’re a professor or anything. No need to be so stiff with me.” You tease again, wiggling your toes as he picks up one of your legs.

He shakes his head, trying to wipe the smirk off his face as he slowly tugs down the knee braces from each leg. You wince several times, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.

“Y/n...these look pretty bad today. When was the last time you took a break?”

You shrug, keeping your eyes closed as you knew his face would be angry if you met his eyes.

“Y/n I’m being serious. Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage as it is? You’re already had surgery on your ACL and at this rate you’ll be getting 2 full knee replacements by the time you’re 30.” He rolls his eyes, knowing you are hearing what he is saying, but ignoring his warnings.

“Okay fine. Want to ignore me? You’re out of practice for the rest of this week. You report here during practice for some physical rehab and actual resting.”

Your eyes spring open as you sit straight up, “Iwaizumi! You can’t do that! We’re getting way too close to our qualifying games for me to be sitting out of practice for an entire week!” You say, trying to calm the panic in your chest and stomach.

“No y/n. This is the best time for it. Because I know the type of person you are, and you’re going to keep pushing yourself too hard. If you keep going like this, you’ll end up hurt during one of those games. You remind me of my best friend...you even get on my nerves just like him…” He says, a small smirk on his face as he turns away from you, grabbing an ice pack and ace bandage wrap.

You flop back down onto the table, going over your schedule in your head. “You know this is bullshit right?..” You say quietly, having no argument back to what he was saying. You lay the backs of your hands over your eyes, knowing the tears were going to start escaping, but also knowing that it was a stupid reason to cry.

You feel Iwaizumi’s warm hand pushing some stray hair behind your ear as he leans down closer to you.

“I know it seems bad now, but I really am just looking out for you...I don’t want you to get hurt so bad that you can’t keep playing..”

You take a deep breath, wiping away the few tears that did manage to escape before giving him a small smile.

“Yes I know that. I’m literally your favorite athlete here, and I’m pretty sure you’d quit if I wasn’t playing anymore.” You say, teasing him slightly as he wraps an ice pack around each knee.

“You keep things interesting around here for sure.” He says as he lightly slaps your thigh. “Now get up and get out. I’ll see you here at 2, and I’ll let your coach know you are out of practice for the rest of the week. I better not even see you near the field.”

You roll your eyes, biting your lip as you lower yourself onto the ground again. You feel, as well as hear your knees and ankles pop in protest. You slip on your sandals and grab your bag, refusing to make eye contact again, because you already knew what he was going to say.

“Yeah yeah yeah. You give orders and I obey them. Seems like a shitty deal for me, but whatever I guess.”

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You show up a little after 2pm wearing shorts and your Karasuno sweatshirt from high school. It was your favorite as it was oversized, overly worn out and absolutely perfect. Iwaizumi is working with a player from the men’s volleyball team as you sit down in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the room.

Your eyes dance over the mysterious volleyball player's body as you settle in. You notice how big his hands are and how some fingers seem to be taped together. It didn’t make sense to you but god did you want to suck on his fingers. They just looked so big and thick. As your eyes continue to travel, they somehow wind up on Iwaizumi.

His hands were actually pretty big too now that you really looked at them...And he was pretty muscular. Did he work out? I mean, he probably did right? He was an athletic trainer, so like, he also trains. Right? His legs...fuck. His thighs were looking so thick today. Had they always looked like that? Was he wearing shorts like that yesterday too?

Your eyes fall down to his eyes before slowly crawling back up and pausing. Mmm if he’s that big and thick everywhere else….I wonder if he’s also big and thick right there too..

You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, completely lost in your thoughts as you stare at Iwaizumi's presumably large clothed cock. You smirk to yourself, laughing to yourself as your mind spirals out of control.  

“Y/n. You having fun over there?” He says just a bit too loudly, pulling you from your rated-R thoughts and causing you to gasp just as loud. You cover your face with your hands, trying to hide the reddish pink that is surely painting your cheeks by now.

“What the actual fuck Iwa. Did you have to fucking yell?” You say between your fingers, begging your heart rate to return to normal.

He chuckles as he walks over to you, crouching down in front of you and placing his large hands over your knees. You look down to see that they completely cover your knees and his fingers come up a considerable amount onto your thighs. You finally look up at him and meet his eyes. You can see the playfulness, and perhaps a hint of something else hidden in there.

“Well it seemed like you were a bit distracted by...something. And you also were staring pretty hard. So I just wanted to make sure you heard me. Duh.”

You grab his chin and pull him a little closer, tilting your head in the process.

“Oh? I was staring? And what exactly was I staring at...Iwa-chan?”

He looks down at your lips, slowly licking his before dragging his eyes up and catching yours. He moves a little closer, putting almost no space between the two of you, your noses brushing against each other.

His voice drops down, barely above a whisper, “You’re playing a dangerous game little girl...don’t bite off more than you can chew…”

You try to hide the nervousness you were feeling as you tilt your head, ghosting your lips over his, “Mmm it’s okay if you can’t keep up old ma-...” Before you finish your sentence, Iwaizumi closes the small distance between your lips. One hand leaves your knee, quickly grabbing onto the base of your neck before snaking up into your hair. His hand feels so much bigger as it spans the back of your head, finally moving to grab onto your ponytail.

His lips feel hot and fast against yours, quickly finding your tongues twisting and toying with each other. Your small hands cup the sides of his face, pulling him closer as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth. A breathless sound leaves you as his hand tightens around your hair and he softly pulls back on your lip.

He pulls your head back by your ponytail, standing up and towering over you. “I’m serious y/n. This is your last chance to leave. We can go back to how we were, flirty and fun…” He trails off as you softly shake your head. He pulls your head back further, looking down at you intensely, “Then say it. Tell me exactly what you want.” You feel as your cheeks burn as a tingle shoots down between your legs. You squeeze your legs together, looking up at him suddenly embarrassed.

“I want you to fuck me Hajime..” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

His hands slide down and around your waist. “Wrap your arms and legs around me.” You cling to him as he easily hoists you up, his big hands moving to palm at your ass. Your fingers toy with the hair on the back of his neck as your lips start working their way up and down his neck.

As Iwaizumi pulls the door open to a storage closet, you sink your teeth into his soft flesh, giggling softly when you hear the deep groan from his chest. He steps inside and pulls the door shut behind him. The room is tiny, consisting of a small table along one wall and shelves lining the other. Iwaizumi sets you down on the table as he reaches around, looking for the string to the overhead light.

You took this opportunity to sneak your hands under his shirt, lightly dancing your fingers up. You smile when you feel his breath hitch as your fingertips graze his nipple. “Mmm is someone a little excited?” You say as the light cuts on, temporarily blinding you. You feel Iwaizumi immediately reach for your shorts, hooking his fingers over the edge and tugging them down with your panties following shortly after. “God someone needs to teach you a lesson...So sassy all the time..” He whispers against your ear as he slots himself between your legs. He uses the tips of his fingers to tease the insides of your thighs, inching closer and closer to the growing wetness. Your teeth find your bottom lip, biting into his thick fingers move from teasing, to slowly pushing into your soaking cunt.

The slight burn as the 2 digits move further into you causes you to moan softly, opening your legs wider at your fists ball into his shirt. He slowly pumps his fingers into you, stretching and scissoring you as soft moans begin falling from your lips. His other hand leaves your side, 2 fingers going directly into your mouth. Before Iwaizumi even has a chance to say anything, you begin sucking, your tongue twisting and flicking the tips of his fingers.

His eyes flutter shut before quickly springing back open, alternating between watching his fingers disappear into your mouth and watching his fingers get sucked into your greedly little hole.

You let go of his shirt, grabbing at the waistband of his shorts and boxers. You hook your fingers into them, pushing them down just fair enough for his cock to pop out. It stood straight out, precum already starting to collect at the tip again.

“Touch it…” You bite your lip, holding back a whimper as your hand wraps around him. He feels heavy as you start to slowly move your hand up and down his length, amazed at how hard it was for your fingers to full wrap around it. His head drops onto your shoulder, one hand speeding up his thumbs moves to toy with your clit. He uses his other hand to steady himself against the table, his quiet moans and breathy sighs tickling your ear.

You begin to work your hand quicker, spreading your legs wider as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. A louder cry erupts from you as his thumb pushes harder against your throbbing clit. He grunts, slowly his hand inside you. “No no princess...You have to be quiet. You don’t want someone to hear, especially if they happen to stop by the training room.”

You whine, looking up at him annoyed that you were so close and he had the audacity to stop.

“Why didn’t you lock the door dumbass.” You huff, his lips finding your neck and fingers slowly starting to pump into you again.

“Mmm I can’t lock the training doors while there are practices going on…” He says, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to the edge of the table. You wrap your legs around him lazily, using the sleeve of your sweatshirt to wipe your face before pulling it over your head. You drop it onto the table next to you, your eyes finally zeroing in on his sex. The way his big hand sluggishly strokes up and down while lining himself up to your dripping pussy.

You lean back on your elbows, propping yourself up to watch where you two will soon be connected. “Fuck! Can you please hurry up..” You whine, wiggling your hips down, causing his tips to rub into your slick.

Iwaizumi plants one hand by your elbow, the other moving to sprawl out over the lower middle of your back. In this position, you were able to reach up, lacing your fingers into his hair and attach your lips onto his neck.

A shiver ran through his body before you felt him pushing into you, filling you to the brim..plus some. You bit into his shoulder, trying to hold in the loud groan as your walls continued to flutter around him. His head falls into your neck as your head falls back, trying to catch your breath as he gives you time to adjust.

He slowly pulls his hips back until just the tip sits inside you, before pushing himself back in. Once again, when he bottoms out his head falls into your neck.

“Fuck Princess you are so fucking tight...And you’re taking me so well..”

Your entire body shivers just hearing those words, already beginning to crave more of him.

As if reading your thoughts, Iwaizumi starts a slow but deep thrust, your plushy walls begging him to move faster. You wrap your legs around his waist, gripping his hair tighter as you bring your lips to his ear.

“I need more...I need it harder..” You beg. He takes no time to answer as his hips move from leisurely movements to a punishing pace. Your head falls back as moans fall out of you, no longer caring about how loud they are. Iwaizumi lets his head fall against your chest, now using both hands to hold your waist as he fucks into you. Gruff grunts and groans spur you on even further, having never imagined that he could make sounds like that.

You felt your slick dripping onto the table and insides of your thighs. You tighten your legs around his waist as small explosions go off around your body. Loud cries rip from your lungs as your pussy flutters and calms down around him continuously. “Hajime!” You shriek as he picks his pace up, lifting your bottom half and moving you to meet his hips. His eyes are glued to where his fat cock drives into you over and over again. His grunts and groans turn into deep gruff moans before he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

You feel the first spurt of cum splash inside you before the second and third completely fill you. You watch his face, the way the corners of his lips turn up slightly as he drives his hips into you harder. He slowly sets your bottom back on the table, stepping closer and pushing his softening cock deeper inside you.

He licks his lips quickly, his hand softly grabbing your chin. “Hmm how about we stay like this for a minute...Go for a round 2...Treat your knee and then maybe go grab something to eat or something…?” He says quietly, his cheeks painting themselves a soft pink. You smile, tightening your legs around him as you lean up, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

“Oh wow. Is the famous Iwaizumi asking lil ol’me on a date?” You say, slowly moving your hips back and forth against him. “I mean, this pussy IS to die for, right?” You tease, giggling as he rolls his eyes, his hands taking hold of your hips and starting a slow shallow thrust inside you.

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Victor’s R&S - So-called Disparity (Eng Translation)

🍒This R&S (“所谓差距”) will not be released in EN or any server as it’s one of the cancelled R&S which came with the Dream Heart Lake gacha event!🍒

This is a full translation, so you can follow along with the narrator if you want to!

Summary: Goldman recognises that the gap between him and Victor isn't actually that large - it simply spans the Amazon River.

Cancelled Victor R&S:

> flashback 

> six out of seventeen

> paradise on earth

[ Chapter 1 ]

Goldman entered that university as the third highest scorer in his entire province. Before that, he always felt like students who jumped off buildings in high school were mentally weak, and were making a fuss out of nothing. It was only after entering university that he knew how blessed he was to be a frog in the well.

Goldman has always had a pretty good mentality. A normal person would require a semester to get used to the psychological gap of being a big fish in a small pond instead of a small fish in a large pond. However, Goldman only needed two weeks - to be more exact, thirteen days, to adjust. 

In his own words, it was something like this: “There is sky above the tallest mountain, and there is land under the deepest sea. This is very normal. I’ll never do something which puts me at a loss like jumping off a building. I, Goldman, have an eighty year old mother and an eighteen year old girlfriend--” before he could finish speaking, the neighbouring scholar snatched the reins of the conversation.

“I couldn’t tell at all. Just because you say something, it doesn’t mean it’s true. Show me a photograph!” The air in the surroundings of the dormitory, which was originally full of pretension, was altered by Goldman’s words.

In a sense, Goldman had a talent for being a “coordinator”.

The first time he heard of the name “Victor”, Goldman had experienced life as a university student for a month.

“Do you know the guy from 207? The one from the economics department... I can’t remember his name right now, but he’s the one who dresses very stylishly and always has a group of ladies running behind him.”

“Ah, I’ve seen that guy before. I think his surname is Gu. What about it?”

Goldman continued cutting voting slips for the student union, but his ears had long since developed a mind of their own, eavesdropping on the two people engaging in idle conversation. 

“He seems to have invested in a business run by a few third year students, and they even promised to return him thrice the principal amount in a month.”

“It’s obviously a trap.”

“Let me finish. I originally thought so too, but that guy actually bought a new car!”

“Could his family be wealthy to begin with? Come to think of it, being able to buy a car means the amount he invested as a principal sum must have been quite a lot.”

“Who knows. Anyway, he has been advertising for those third year students recently.”

“Are you stirred?”

“I am, but it was a recruitment for an intern assistant. The opportunity to earn thrice the amount is gone, tch tch tch.”

“If you think about it, If we could learn how to earn thrice the principal amount, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be an intern.”

“It’s not rare to see such businesses come to a premature end halfway. What if you end up wasting your time if you can’t prove that you did an internship there?”

“That’s true. Also, I’m not even certain what it is they do... it feels a little weird and scary.”

The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener heard it. That night, Goldman knocked on the 207 dormitory, and heard the name “Victor” from the man whose surname was Gu.

Even though he just experienced the blow of seeing a Gold Olympiad medal in the room of this scholar, Goldman was not to be trifled with. If other people didn’t dare to test the waters, he won’t be the first one to stupidly try.

Which is why in the following year, Goldman adopted a wait-and-see attitude. 

-

[ Chapter 2 ]

Goldman interacted with Victor in person in his sophomore year, after he thought to look for an internship.

At that time, the newly established company which was still in its incubation stage was not Goldman’s first choice. But as a full-time sophomore, it was difficult to guarantee the prerequisite GPA in order to receive an offer from the top 500 companies. Which is why decided to try knocking on the doors of the new company.

At first, what went through Goldman’s mind was - if this company was unable to develop, he’d just go somewhere else. After all, there was still time to find other internships.

In the end, halfway through the interview, Goldman realised that the issue wasn’t whether he wanted to join the company, but whether it was willing to give him a fighting chance. Those who fluently recited their prepared lines and rehearsed repeatedly said that they failed to be accepted into the small company called “LFG”.

In actuality, Goldman’s self-introduction was cut short not even after thirty seconds, by a sharp-eyed man with short black hair.

“I only have one question. What will you do?”, with an emphasis on the word “you”.

Goldman noticed that when the young interviewer asked this question, the other interviewer had a hand to his forehead.

“Huh?”

In just two seconds, Goldman was left dumbfounded. However, as a student leader from the student union for such a long time, he reacted quickly after a slight pause, and started talking grandiloquently about his experience of attracting financial support for businesses.

This was an experience Goldman felt proud of and thought could prove his capabilities, which was why he was full of confidence as he talked about it. 

He didn’t expect that... it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the interviewer, who, at a glance, looked like he wasn’t good to get along with.

“I’m asking what you, Goldman, will do.” It wasn’t even a question this time. Separated across the table, Goldman could easily sense the other party’s brimming impatience.

“Ah, Goldman, don’t be anxious. What Victor means is that if you weren’t endorsed by the school, do you think that company would still support you? And what is the reason for that?”

Thanks to the other interviewer, Goldman’s interview could continue. 

When Goldman left the company, whatever impression he had of that “saviour” was merely an outline - his short hair was dyed brown, and he looked pretty easy to get along with. Apart from that... he couldn't remember anything.

The thing he remembered was that sharp gaze, that impatient tone, and that emphasis on “you”.

Oh, so that’s Victor. 

Always observant, one moment didn’t slip past Goldman: the interviewer with the genial expression looked at the CV on the desk before calling his name. 

But Victor didn’t.

On hindsight, Goldman wasn’t sure how he managed to pass the interview. Perhaps it was because Victor chose based on impressions?

Just like the moment he met Victor in person - even though he was stunned by Victor’s aura, there was a sense of expectancy and admiration in his heart. 

Vice versa - Did Victor also experience something back then - a shred of “good feeling” which explained why he allowed Goldman to pass the interview?

But Goldman would never have the courage to verify the answer to this question with Victor.

Even more so when the reputation of LFG grew, causing Goldman’s courage, which wasn’t very large to begin with, to shrink even further.

-

[ Chapter 3 ]

In the year of his graduation, Goldman had a few choices:

One - pursue postgraduate studies in his major as the top of his class. Two - accept one of the offers from the world’s top 500 firms. Three - continue staying in LFG and working together with Victor.

Goldman eliminated the first option - he was in no mood for further studies. Back then, the reason why he entered the country’s top university was to find a good job in the future. Now, since he already had the second option in front of him, doing a postgraduate wouldn’t mean anything to him. 

Goldman had a long struggle between the second and third options. He even specially called his parents in his hometown to seek their opinions.

“Being a trainee is essentially meant to train me to become part of the management in the future. If I go to that company, I just have to work hard and one day, I’ll make it big.”

“Mm, and a large platform means a stable job, and a broadened view. As for the salary... it’s around this amount at the start.”

“If I stay at my current company? I’d probably continue getting scolded by my boss every day. Although the prospects aren’t bad, it might close down anytime.”

“Boss? Oh, actually, he’s a senior who’s older than me by two years. I’ve interacted with him for two years, and he’s all right, just that his temper is a little bad.”

“How do I have a bad temper? Mum, you have no idea that compared to him, your son is piteous little sheep who hasn’t even learned how to hurt someone!”

“And I wasn’t mistreated or bullied. Your son’s skin is tough like iron! It’s not like you don’t know it. Also, I'm not the only one who gets scolded by him. If he only scolds me or can’t tolerate me, why would I follow him? Your son isn’t that silly.”

“Anyway... I feel that following him has enabled me to learn quite a lot of things. I’ve also thought about it - to use my youth to give it a try, and if I really can’t do it, I’ll find another job.”

“My classmates from different fields? They’re either inheriting a business, or going overseas for advanced studies, and can’t give me any advice at all.”

“I’ve been so worried these two days. Mum, which one should I pick?”

Talking garrulously on the phone, Goldman was best described as “a baffled person on the scene.”

[Note] The first part of an idiom is used here - “当局者迷，旁观者清”, which loosely translates to “The person at the scene is baffled, but the onlooker sees clearly. It refers to how outsiders tend to have a better perspective on matters.

He was completely unaware that he had already made an important decision during his discussion with his mother. 

-

[ Chapter 4 ]

Although Goldman had indeed made a decision after graduation that only a hot-blooded youth would, he wasn’t the type of person to get frenetically excited over something.

As a man, he even allowed himself to wallow in a gloomy mood for a few days each month. This “dejection every month” became all the more inevitable when his understanding of Victor gradually deepened.

At the very beginning, he wanted to learn things from Victor, and from LFG. Honestly speaking, Victor did teach him how to get multiple returns on a principal sum in a short period of time, and he was also exposed to the many rules of the market. But there were still many things that he just couldn’t get a hold of no matter how hard he tried. 

For example, strategising. For example, structuring.

The gap between himself and Victor... how should he put it, it wasn’t that large - it simply spanned the Amazon River. Even though the gap wasn’t as frightening as the Mariana Trench, it was still a distance that he couldn’t cross through sheer hard work. 

How did the proverb go? All roads lead to Rome, but some people were born in Rome. Whether it was Victor’s thinking or his vision, these were things Goldman couldn’t learn.

Sometimes, he felt discouraged when thinking about it. Despite being born into a good life and having handsome features, Victor was still so hardworking. In that case, was there even a point for a normal person like Goldman to work hard?

On one particular day, when he was harbouring such a dejected feeling, he accidentally spilt coffee outside Victor’s office. To make matters worse, Victor was sitting in the office, witnessing the scene of the coffee being overturned.

Goldman was certain that he would get chewed out by Victor: Just like the time when he made a mistake and missed an underselling opportunity, had an incorrect financial leverage, and pasted wrong labels on documents, etc...

Or maybe he’d hear a clicking of the tongue, or receive a glare. But he never expected that this time, Victor’s response only comprised of four words: To err is human.

“Boss, are you talking to me?” At that time, Victor was not yet LFG’s CEO. 

“...who else? Would I be talking to myself?”

Oh, it’s that familiar tone and familiar taunting, there’s nothing wrong - that was what the junior thought.

“Boss, are you in an especially good mood today?” At that time, Goldman was not yet as overcautious as he is.

“...I guess so.” A pause followed. When the senior opened his mouth again, it was uncertain whether it was an invitation or not. “The company going public is something that is more or less done discussing. When the time comes, I’ll need a CEO assistant.”

Such a light tone caused both parties to involuntary think of what happened during the interview a few years ago.

“...if you do that again.” his gaze was cast towards the mess on the floor. Victor’s tone was as calm as always. “I’ll do an external recruitment.”

Only after three seconds did Goldman understand what Victor was saying.

In just three seconds, the Amazon River became the limpid, clear stream outside his old home.

In this mirror-like stream, Goldman suddenly saw himself clearly:

Actually, Goldman had never sought to possess Victor’s air of a monarch.

To him, it was enough to be acknowledged by such a “king”.

After three seconds, apart from “dejection every month”, this little assistant had another motivation to press on.

-

Other cancelled R&S: here

Lucien’s cancelled R&S (by other user): here

[queenxxxsupreme]

ok ok- the reader is a very talented fighter (let me have this so many fics are about helpless peasant girls tagging along) and gets ambushed, manages to fight off a pretty hefty group, but gets a forehead cut that looks scary in the process. eskel helps wrap her up and they try to avoid eye contact but then she looks up and hes looking at her and Tension and then they kiss???? ok thank you bye

A/N: Hi babe!! I hope you liked this <3

Warnings: mentions of death, nothing outside of canon though, 

***

The sound of swords clashing together still rung Eskel’s ears. He stood in the edge of the woods with his sword in one hand and another man’s dagger in his opposite hand. His side hurt, the stab wound burning and stinging with every breath he took. His left fingers were numb after he grabbed the blade of a sword. Blood and sweat on his right temple caked his hair to his face, blocking some of his vision. His broad shoulders moved with every heavy breath.

Golden eyes flickered around the clearing in search of you. There were a half dozen slaughtered men scattered throughout the open space. Every one of them tried to best the witcher, and every one of them failed.

Eskel’s eyes fell on a man across the clearing. He was on his stomach, trying to drag himself into the woods with his arms. The witcher crossed the clearing and used his boot to turn the man over onto his back. The man cried out in pain, clutching a wound on his stomach. 

“Who sent you?” Eskel spoke through his teeth. When the man didn’t answer, Eskel placed his boot over the man’s hands, pressing down on his stomach. “Who fucking sent you?”

“I’ll-I’ll never tell.” He choked out. 

Eskel growled from within his chest, his eyes lingering on the man before he plunged the dagger into the man’s chest cavity and twisted, effectively putting him out of his misery. 

“Eskel!” Jaskier’s rather high-pitched cry took the witcher’s attention away from his latest victim. The bard was crossing the clearing, looking over his shoulder as he ran. “Eskel!” 

“Keep your voice down, bard.” Eskel spoke through his teeth, moving towards Jaskier.The witcher wasn’t mad at him, but moving caused a searing pain to radiate throughout his body. 

Not watching where he was going, Jaskier tripped over a severed leg and nearly hit the ground but Geralt caught him. 

“Oh thank gods!” Jaskier breathed out in relief, clutching the witcher as if his life depended on it. 

“Where are Y/N and Geralt?”

“Hell if I know. There was a big scary one chasing me-THERE HE IS!” Jaskier moved to stand behind Eskel as a large, bulky man came from the direction Jaskier was running from. Eskel twirled his sword around in his hand, readjusting his grip. 

Eske moved away from Jaskier towards the man. He was taller than Eskel by a few inches and definitely larger. As the man and Eskel crossed swords, Jaskier looked around the clearing in search of you. He cringed at the sight of the bodies laying around on the ground.

Geralt emerged from the tree line, wiping blood from his nose with the back of his hand. Jaskier was about to greet his best friend when movement behind him made his blood run cold. 

There was the glint of a sword in the moonlight as it was raised into the air to cut down the White Wolf. Jaskier opened his mouth to warn Geralt when the assailant’s eyes went wide and his head fell to the ground. 

As the dead man fell to the forest floor, you brought your sword down to your side. 

“Y/N!” Jaskier called your name, relieved that everyone was safe and accounted for. 

However, hearing your name fall from the bard’s lips took Eskel’s attention away from the man he was fighting. He looked away for a split second only to have the blade of the sword brought down on his collarbone. Eskel hissed in pain and spun around to cast aard. The man went flying back into the bushes where Eskel finished him off. 

As he returned to the clearing, his eyes immediately found you. You were standing on the edge of the clearing, eyes gazing around at the carnage. 

“We need to be moving.” Geralt said.

“Some of us are injured, Geralt.” Eskel shook his head. “Can’t travel safely until we’re all okay.”

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Jaskier asked you. 

“I'm fine.” 

“You've got a nasty cut on your head, darling. You should sit.”

You shook your head, moving to gather the items from your bag that had spilled. But your head spun as you moved too fast and you reached out for something to stabilize yourself. 

Eskel was by your side in a heartbeat, offering you a sturdy arm to grasp. 

“Sit down.” He spoke, deep voice rumbling like a quiet thunder. 

You didn't fight him, feeling the urge to vomit as you tried to open your eyes. You closed them tightly and let him guide you down onto a large rock. 

“I’ll be right back. I'm going to get a few things to patch you up.”

You watched the witcher wall away from you to his satchel. When he turned back to you, you quickly looked away. You didn't want him to catch you staring at him. 

You teetered a little where you sat, having moved too fast. 

Eskel knelt down in front of you. 

“Is…. Is it okay if I….?” He couldn't find the right words to use. You opened your eyes to meet his golden gaze. He was so close to you that you could see specks of brown and black around the outside of his irises. 

“Yes.” You answered, your voice a weak whisper. 

He used gauze to clean around the cut. His eyes focused on you, on making sure the cut wasn't too deep and that it didn't need stitches. 

With him this close, you could see all the little scars that littered his features, the ones that weren't as prominent as the one that mutilated the right side of his face. There were little freckles across the bridge of his nose and over his cheeks. You wondered if they'd be more visible if his skin wasn’t tanned from being out in the sun so much. Perhaps if he had a fairer complexion like Lambert or even Geralt, his freckles would be more noticeable. 

His eyes flickered over to you and that's when you realized you were staring at him. 

You quickly looked down, muttering out an apology. He said nothing in return. You wanted to bite your bottom lip, to mess with your fingers or something. You were a little nervous. There was a tension in the air that could be cut with a dill knife. 

Just as you were about to open your mouth and apologize for staring so rudely, he spoke. 

“Good news is you won't need stitches.” He sat back on his knees, putting a little bit of space between you two. 

“Is there…. bad news?” You hated how quiet your voice was. What if you offended him by staring? You didn't mean to. You just had never seen him so up close before, and it was like seeing the stars on a clear night. He was a handsome man, a breathtaking masterpiece of physical imperfections and a heart of pure gold. 

“You could have a concussion. Is your head hurting?”

“A little, but I think that's because one of those bastards elbowed me in the head. I knocked his sword out of his hand and he ended up tackling me before I had a chance to stop him.”

“Are your ears ringing?”

“No.”

“Are you nauseous?”

“When I move too fast.”

“Can you see clearly?”

You brought your eyes back to him. As your eyes met his, your heart began to beat quickly in your chest. You forgot that he had asked you a question. You found yourself lost in his gaze. 

But something moved out of the corner of your eyes. You turned your head to see Jaskier move towards Geralt. 

“Let me, uh, finish patching you up.” Eskel muttered under his breath as he moved to sit up on his knees. 

You nodded a little. He went back to work, staying silent as he put a bandage over the cut. You kept your gaze down, unable to meet his line of sight. 

“You fought well today.” He complimented, keeping his voice low. “You handled that sword like a pro.”

“Thanks.” You tried your best not to smile but you couldn’t hide the blush on your cheeks.

When he moved to get up, your hand shot out for his arm. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own as you leaned forward to kiss him, but you stopped short of meeting his lips. 

“Can I….?” You felt your cheeks blaze as you trailed off. His golden eyes were glued to you. “Please?”

His lips moved in a yes, but no sound came out. His hand slipped around the back of your head, drawing you in for a tender kiss. His fingers tangled in your hair, drawing you closer to him. 

There was a wolf whistle that made you both pull away. You looked to Jaskier, who was clapping and wore a happy grin on his lips. 

“Magnificent! Absolutely magnificent!”

Geralt rolled his eyes. 

Eskel let out a little sigh as he stood to his feet. He held his hand out for you. You smiled and put your hand in his.

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A/N: sleeby and sick pls take this i’m gonna go back to dying now

Chapter Summary: You reconvene with Izuku, and then prepare to leave for your trip.

Warnings: shitty dad... TWO

Word count: 3200+

~

Izuku finds you easily, with practiced speed thanks to how often he's had to find you to send you letters (and now, teleport himself to you). 

"Everything alright, my prince? I hope my father wasn't too... himself, he has a tendency towards the rude." You worry your bottom lip as Izuku takes a moment to breathe.

"No, it's okay," he says finally, exhaling slowly. "I've dealt with worse, as much as I hate to admit it."

"What did he have to say? You weren't gone terribly long..."

"Just to repeat himself and say it's my head if you get hurt. Oh, but he gave his approval for the trip, so long as your knight accompanies us as well! My father will likely want to inspect him ahead of time to ensure it isn't a plot after my head and that he's truly competent enough to be in a royal detail–no offense, my father requires absolute control when it comes to details, especially matters of safety–but I've no doubt that such a small condition will be accepted. He probably expects something like that, honestly."

You frown. "I see. So some form of loyalty check... Eijirou, think you're up for all that?"

He snaps to attention, nodding. "Of course, your highness."

You want to smile, be excited for the chance to get out of the palace and see parts of the world, but your mood remains soured from earlier. "Well, I'm glad you're not too bothered, at least."

"What about you?"

You flinch, the tiniest gasp leaving your throat. "Um?"

"Sorry, I just... I noticed how upset you looked when your dad was... you know..."

You rub your elbows, sighing. "I'm fine. I just... forgot my place for a bit, is all. Let myself get... snappy, or whatever."

"Oh, please don't say that," Izuku says, hand shaking slightly before it settles on yours. "I don't think you really did anything wrong."

"Don't tell my father, but I'm actually pretty good with a sword," you blurt, flustered at the sudden touch. "I doubt I'm anything special, but I've been learning in secret since childhood. Eijirou has been teaching me a lot. And I really am good with magic. I don't want you thinking bringing me along on this is going to be some mistake, or you'll just be protecting me the whole time. I don't think that would be fair to either of us."

He smiles. "Well then, you'll have to show me once we've left on our trip. Most of the days will be spent traveling, with frequent breaks, so I'm sure we'll find the time! If you'd like, I-I could even give you a few pointers? That is, if you're interested in improving..."

"I'd love that, actually! Eijirou, you won't tell, right?"

Eijirou nods, flashing you a smile and a thumbs up. "No need to worry about me, your highness. I'm sure you'll learn better from your future husband, anyway!"

Your cheeks tinge pink at the thought. "R-right! Well, um, I should probably ask... When, exactly, should I expect to be leaving for this trip by?"

"Ah, it begins a week from now. I'll send you a letter tomorrow with the kind of clothes you'll want to have prepared and how much is recommended to bring along, though I expect my father will want to gift you something, if for no other reason than a show of power."

You nod pensively. "Alright. I'll be sure to notify my parents and arrange for everything I'll need. Thank you for including me in this, Izuku."

One of his hands finds yours, strikingly warm and the rough skin contrasting against how smooth your own is. You suppose that's likely the result of his combat training. "I... If it's alright, may I..."

You swallow thickly, nodding as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. He smiles up at you as he leans down. "Kacchan and I should be returning now, but I look forward to our next meeting, my highness." He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing an uncertain kiss against your knuckles. Your free hand rests against your chest as you blush.

"I-I look forward to hearing from you, my prince," you stammer back as he drops your hand. He gives a cute little wave before turning back to his knight. You watch as their teleport runes wash over them, waving back even after Izuku's turned his back. When they disappear, you release a sigh you'd been withholding, finally allowing yourself to properly short-circuit slightly from Izuku's kiss.

"Are you all right, your highness?" Eijirou asks, sounding nothing short of amused as you stare at your knuckles where he kissed your hand.

You snap out of it. "Yes, of course. Everything is—in order, I suppose. Yeah. I'm all right."

~

Whatever Eijirou has to do to prove his loyalty and merit, you aren't allowed to know of it. Your knight is replaced with another for a day that isn't one of his normal two (you'd insisted on giving him weekends off from following you around), and when he returns, he's got a new wound on his face that he refuses to let you heal with a bright smile. He merely tells you that his Majesty King Hisashi has deemed him fit to accompany you and your fiancé on your travels.

In the meantime, you've continued your routine of exchanging letters and flowers with Izuku, though the letters grow longer from both of you with things like hobbies, preferences, and, most recently, you've begun exchanging book recommendations. (Izuku promised to bring his favorite book along on the trip if you'll also bring yours.) Every letter has contained at least one paragraph of talk about the upcoming trip—you, having been mostly sheltered and not having had many opportunities to explore outside the palace. He'd asked how your knight was holding up after his day being scrutinized (and failed to elaborate on what, exactly, he'd done to prove his loyalty and prowess as being up to snuff), and you'd answered truthfully.

He'd even given you pointers on things that would make the upcoming endeavor to sleep outside easier on you—both in avoiding back pain in the morning and actually falling asleep to begin with. He was kind in his advice, and truth be told, you appreciated every speck of it. (If you took separate notes, that's between you and the moon and absolutely no one else.)

The day of your departure comes all too soon and nowhere near soon enough–you're constantly vacillating between fully prepared, excited, and in absolute terror at the thought. It hasn't quite sunk in yet that you'll be spending nearly three weeks with Izuku (give or take six knights) and spending the night outside most of those nights.

With your hair all wrangled into a braid by your ever-attentive attendants and makeup foregone (you won't have the time nor the space to be applying it yourself while on the road), you slip the promised book into your bag and send off one last letter. You'd agreed to meet after having your breakfast, and you'd awoken early enough that you have plenty of time to write Izuku one final letter. It's not as though you can miss your morning letter for something like this, after all!

My dearest Izuku,

I hope the morning finds you well, and that your rest has been kind. This morning finds me bubbling with anticipation–I'm not even certain what I'm most excited for. This letter will be short–after all, I will be seeing you in person soon. I simply couldn't afford yet another shake to my morning routine; the fact that I'm not wearing makeup is both scary and thrilling enough without writing you before breakfast.

In any case, I haven't forgotten the promise we've made, and have ensured that I have with me a copy of the book for you to read. I hope you'll uphold yours as well. Eijirou and I will be seeing you soon. :)

Yours,

[Name]

You carefully blow on the last of the ink to allow it to dry, and, when you're sure it's safe to, carefully fold the paper into thirds and hold it between two fingers, searching with your heart for Izuku's distant presence.

Sending letters has gotten much easier over the time since you've met him–Izuku's runic energy always seems to seek you when you search for it, reaching out for whatever you'll send him as if he knows it's on its way. (Perhaps it's because he does.) The moment you find that familiar sensation of lemongrass and peaches, you're calling forth the energy to send the letter on its way.

After breakfast, you can hardly contain yourself. Eijirou seems to be on the same page–he finishes eating not long after, and with one final farewell (and brief lecture) from your parents, you're seeking out Izuku's energy once again for a teleport, this time directly.

You find it without issue. You grab Eijirou's wrist to direct him, and then both of you are off, runes warping your vision and carrying you away to the neighboring kingdom.

~

You land softly, two warm hands steadying you as the runes scatter. When you open your eyes, you're met with familiar green, and you can't help but smile. "My sincerest apologies if you've been waiting long." You curtsy slightly, almost bouncing up with how light you feel. Clothes for travel are so much lighter than your daily wear! Wearing only two layers almost feels naughty. "My parents wished to bid me farewell, and my father was certain to give me a lecture on the usual. Make responsible decisions, act as before one of your stature, stay in line, et cetera."

Izuku laughs warmly. "He's probably never going to quit with that, you know."

"I know, and it's infuriating."

"If it's any consolation, you'll get to relax a bit after we leave. First..." He frowns. "His Majesty wants to speak with you before we go. I don't know what about, so all I can really advise you is to let him think you consider him above you. He's very particular about control."

"I see. Thanks for the advice. Where should I...?"

"Ah, let me lead you!" He glances over his shoulder. "F-fill in Princess [name]'s knight while we're gone!"

Izuku is careful in the way he leads you down the hall, walking a measured distance from you without really leaving your side, and honestly, his nervous energy is starting to feed you nervous energy.

To your mild surprise, you're not led to the throne room or anything of that matter, but rather, what appears to be King Hisashi's personal study. Izuku pats your shoulder comfortingly, staring at his father's back for just a moment before he speaks.

"Your Majesty," he says, and wow you hate hearing him call his father that, "Princess [name] has arrived. I've brought her to speak with you like you requested."

"Thank you. You may leave now. I'll send her on to join you once I've finished my chat with her."

You hate the way he doesn't bother looking at either of you. You hate the way he stands tall, as if he's trying to minimize your presence in the room, and the way his voice leaves not a smidgen of room for any contrary thought.

Most of all, you hate the way he's so obviously a king before he's a father.

Izuku bites his lip for a moment. His hand lingers on your arm just a moment longer as he speaks. "Yes, your Majesty."

And just like that, your fiancé has left, leaving you to stand there, alone, with King Hisashi.

"I apologize for my unsuitable attire, your Majesty," you say evenly amid the silence. "Had I known you'd request to speak with me before my departure, I would have come dressed for an audience." 

"For this time, at least," he begins, still not bothering to look at you, "I am willing to let that go."

This time, he says, as if this is in any way your fault. As if he can expect you to always be prepared for an audience with the king, even though you were told you'd be leaving immediately for your trip once you arrived and things were set.

You remain silent.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I've requested to see you, Princess."

"You'd be correct, your Majesty."

"The answer should be obvious, shouldn't it?" His tone is condescending. Like you didn't bring it up. "You're to be my daughter in a few months, and yet we've hardly spoken."

"That's true, your Majesty." Keep a level head. You're speaking to the most notoriously ill-tempered king in history. Keep a level head.

"I was... surprised when Izuku suggested your accompaniment during his travels. It's rare that he ever requests anything, you see."

"Izuku did?" You raise an eyebrow. But, you'd thought... "I was under the impression that it was your request, your Majesty."

"Did he tell you that?" Hisashi shakes his head as though he's disappointed, though you couldn't fathom why. "I do wish he'd learn to be up front with his desires. He came to me requesting permission to invite you along and insisting that he'd take care of any and all negotiations necessary with your parents to make it happen, though I'll admit he had very good reasoning for it, as he tends to do."

You nod, clasping your hands in front of you politely as you try to get a read on this man. He's impervious, if you're being honest. The way he speaks is consistently final in a way you don't understand, as if every sentence is meant to finish the conversation, and he hardly spares you a glance when he speaks. Aside from the occasional moments in which he dares to give you just a glimpse of body language, he seems perfectly neutral, staring ahead out his window as if he's not actively having a conversation.

"If I might ask a question, your Majesty?"

Oh, that actually gets his attention. He turns his whole head to you, dark eyes searching your face curiously. "Interesting. No one ever asks me questions. I'm intrigued; go ahead."

"What made you decide to choose me as Izuku's betrothed? There's hardly any tensions between our kingdoms in comparison to other neighboring kingdoms, who surely have better suited princesses than I. My parents said that you were the one who approached them about this arrangement, so clearly you had a reason for choosing our kingdom and me over the others. I simply can't fathom what that reason is. Your Majesty."

A smile flitters across his lips, which you get the sense is a rarity in itself. He turns back to the window, gesturing for you to stand beside him. You take the place he silently demands of you, uncertain as to what he's trying to do. "What do you see out this window, my dear?"

His dear? You want to laugh. Still, you peer out the window with curious eyes. It's angled just perfectly so that you can see the preparations for departure taking place below–Izuku is speaking with Eijirou and the other knights, though from this distance, you can only guess as to what.

"I see... Izuku speaking with the knights that have been chosen to accompany and guard us on this journey."

"What about? Does Izuku seem confident? Does he seem like a ruler to you?"

You bite your lip. "Well... It's impossible to determine the subject matter, though I can assume he's instructing them in finishing preparations for our departure, or perhaps he's reminding them of our itinerary. I'm also too far away to see Izuku's face or hear his voice, so how he's acting is all up to conjecture."

"Humor me. How do you think he's addressing the knights?"

"If it's Izuku... He's addressing them as a prince, I suppose. One who is perhaps unsure of himself, but refuses to let that show in front of most others." You pause. "I thought this during our first meeting, but he speaks the way I'd imagine a second son to speak, rather than the heir to the throne. Not that I believe that to be a bad thing."

"Correct. And what do you make of your fiancé?"

So many questions. You have to wonder where he's going with this. "It's hard to say for certain, since we haven't had much opportunity to spend time together, but... I know, at least, that Izuku is an extraordinarily kind person. I have been afforded plenty of respect, as I'm sure you can imagine, but I've never been shown compassion before speaking with Izuku. Where arranged marriages are concerned, I don't believe I can imagine a more ideal future husband."

"And yet, what good is kindness to a king? Will compassion win Izuku any wars? Will being kind gain Izuku any respect as a king?"

"I think he'll be a well-loved king, known for showing humanity to his subjects despite his station." Your tone is clipped, eyes turning sharp as you begin to understand what direction King Hisashi is taking this in. "I fail to see why this means I must be his wife."

"Things like 'compassion' and 'humanity' won't make my son a king, Princess [name]. All they will make is a royal doormat."

"Your son will make a wonderful king when you have passed," you force out through gritted teeth. Maintain your composure. Keep a level head.

King Hisashi chuckles as if you've said something funny, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, he will. You were chosen as his wife because my own wife has informed me that you will make my weak son into a proper king. I expect you to do so, and I think you'll find that what I expect happens sooner or later."

Oh, it is so very hard not to glare at him. So hard, in fact, that you don't bother trying. You level your best glare at King Hisashi, hands clenched into fists at your sides. "I think you'll find that your son's 'weakness' is the result of being raised with no room for growing into his own will."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is." Yeah, that's right, you fucking said it. Adrenaline bum rushes your veins as you make brief eye contact with the king.

"And how do you plan on raising your son, when the time comes?"

You raise your chin. No backing down now. "That is a conversation I will have to have with Izuku. However, our child will be allowed to treat us as parents."

King Hisashi hums thoughtfully as he gazes out over the courtyard. "I simply want what's best for my son. So long as you make him into the strong king I know he can be, feel free to raise my grandson however you wish."

"I won't be making Izuku into anything," you hiss out, "and I don't need your approval on how to raise my future children, your Majesty."

Before Hisashi can deliver another cool, collected, demanding response, you turn to exit the room, sparing barely a glance to him so that you can pause and curtsy. As if he's even looking at you to see it. "Thank you for answering my question. Izuku and I have travels we simply must be getting to."

Without another word, you exit King Hisashi's study, two firm fists clenched starkly at your sides.

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[xthelastknownsurvivorx]

Hamilton!firstprince au

(cross posted from twitter with a couple of edits b/c i couldn’t make them there)

in which i loosely follow the plot of hamilton except its firstprince and alex and henry get a happy ending. inspired by the striking similarities i noted between our favorite first son and his namesake hamilton in the broadway musical

the similarities:

both have/will have a political career

both often talk too much/don't mind their words

both began as lawyers

both extremely motivated but overwork themselves (“nonstop” +  “you have a fire under ur ass for no good goddamn reason)

both had some sort of sex scandal that impacted their career plans

hamilton speculated to be bi

the story

the setup of the colonized country alex lives in is similar to the usa vs england but fictional bc alexs race would have limited his opportunities in america's early years

idk names for either of these countries so its now the colony and the motherland

alex + his mom live alone in the poorer southern part of the colony

but his dad + june live elsewhere + they dont rly contact e/o (tho they do know of e/o’s existence)

june becomes a journalist who writes important pieces abt independence

when alex comes of age his mom reveals she used to be part of the rebellion

thats actually why his dad left to raise june bc it was too dangerous

his parents met in the rebellion but oscar left first for june while ellen stayed until she realized she was pregnant w alex

ellen still has some rebel contacts but she mostly sheltered alex to keep him safe

now tho alex decides to join too + the rebellion sends him up north to the capital for an education bc he's smart + they need people like that

he attends uni + meets like-minded people there

tension grows btwn the colony in the motherland, and alex + his friends write/speak out often and this goes on throughout their schooling

they’re also troublemakers in general too, much to the annoyance of the motherland soldiers stationed in the capital to prevent rebellion

henry is one of those soldiers

he's from a noble family in the motherland but was sent overseas as the sort of black sheep of the family due to his sexuality

the idea was to let him be in charge in the colony + reestablish a reputation there w/o embarrassing the main family back home

henry hates his job + feels bad for the colonists but still does what he's told anyway

alex + fhis riends like to bug motherland soldiers for fun

nothing  enough to put their lives in danger too much (although yes that too esp when drunk)

henry becomes a favorite target of alex's bc he's awfully stoic + statue like + on the way to uni - overall fun to antagonize 

there's also the fact that alex is angry at all the soldiers for oppressing the colony + holding up the motherland monarchs tyranny (but also alex just is the type to fight literally everything and anything) 

it becomes almost a daily ritual for them to argue 

henry wonders why this colonist keeps on picking a fight w him but soon almost looks forward to it

many of the other soldiers know or speculate why henry is in the colony but none make the effort to get to know him; some even call him arrogant or undeserving of his position

alex doesn't 

of course alex also doesn't know him

and alex hates him

but he doesn't whisper behind henry's back

henry comes to read some of the essays alex publishes speaking out against the monarchy + also hears alex speak to crowd in the square

alex is a talented + charismatic public speaker

henry finds himself growing increasingly sympathetic to the colonists cause

at the same time he and the other soldiers are order to be stricter and dole out more punishments

the others gleefully do so which makes henry concerned about alex's safety bc alex often seems to have no self-preservation skills

henry asks alex for a word when he's alone 

“am I in trouble?” “no but you bloody will be if u keep going on like this” 

“this is serious” “so am I” “you can't go around saying things so openly you'll get yourself killed”

alex tries to leave at this point “I think I'll be ok” but henry shoves him against the nearest wall 

“listen to me! stop acting like this is a game! ur putting ur sodding life in danger! I dont bloody care what ur opinions r but why must u declare them around enemy soldiers? how is this helpful 2 ur cause? u cant fight if ur dead” 

“you'd b surprised how effective martyrs are” 

cue enraged henry noises 

alexs gaze turns hard “listen i  appreciate/the advice” he says sarcastically “but I dont need an enemy telling me what to do. I can take care of myself” 

there's a stirring in alexs chest after he removes henry's hand and stalks off that he's pretty sure is anger

like it can't be anything else 

while alex is trying to convince himself of that, the tensions boil over + soon the two sides are on the brink of war then the fighting starts

henry + alex don't talk much for a while bc they're both busy on their sides preparing

school is on hold during the war so alex + his friends are looking to serve + bring glory to their names 

alex esp is recognized for his intelligence + becomes the recognized general rafael lunas secretary

luna is the george washington figure in this case who is impressed by alex wants him as his right-hand man

alex is disappointed his role is not on the battlefield bc he knows he has a good tactical mind + he could change the tide of a losing war + gain honor and status thru it, which would put him in a good position to be elected in the future

as secretary, alex is in charge of a lot of important correspondence eg for more supplies + men, so the motherland soldiers figure ambushing him off the battlefield would make things hard for the colonists

henry overhears this plan + immediately worries for alex's safety but he's cornered by another soldier to talk strategy + misses the chance to take out the men then

henry manages to catch that they're going to attack alex at night when he leaves + henry arrives just in time to kill them in a panic

alex hears the gunshot + yells “drop ur weapon”, drawing his own gun

henry obviously does + alex inspects the scene he keeps a gun fixed on henry

“what's going on?” he asks, eyeing henry w/ suspicion

henry explains everything + looks positively terrified bc he just betrayed his side even tho the motherland and his family has treated him like shit since he came out but still. 

becoming an outright traitor is not something henry ever planned + leaving behind everything he's ever known w no hope of ever going back is terrifying

but he also doesn't regret protecting alex

alex questions henry but can quickly tell henry is sincere + is telling the truth

henry explains his change of heart + they have a heartfelt moment in/just outside luna's office.

alex almost died + henry just switched sides, emotions are running high and they escalate into a kiss. the moon is out + it's all very romantic but they don't admit their feelings yet

soon after they go to luna, explain the situation + talk w the other generals/people in charge

henry is sent away on an assignment + is watched closely at first but he proves his loyalty quickly

henry and alex write letters back + forth that turn into love letters 

besides managing correspondence for luna, some of alexs ideas of sneak attacks/stealing supplies help turn the tide of the war andhe also writes to other countries for foreign aid

eventually the colonists win in this huge up start that no one anticipated bc the motherland is known as the most powerful country in the world

he + henry reunite in the capital of once the war is over

alex finishes up his studies + practices law + soon is chosen to be part of the new lawmaking body

things are going pretty well for alex w his legal + political success and his relationship with henry

they dont live together but theyre dating tho no one else knows

alex pretends to be single instead + says he doesn't want to be tied down

it works while he's still in his early 20s but as he gets closer to 30, people start to find it strange + tell him he needs to settle

being married to his work is also not a valid excuse anymore

it turns out alex made quite a few political enemies due to his strong opinions that he always vocalises + can be unwilling to compromise on

they don't like his ideas or more often hate him and hence his ideas too

they look for some dirt on him bc atm he has lunas support which has a lot of sway + decide they need to find out why he hasn't married

they manage to find out about henry + threaten to tell the public

alex is obviously distraught re the consequences personally + politically

so alex and henry discuss what to do 

henry is willing to put alexs political career 1st but firmly explains their relationship can't continue if that's the case

henry gave up his whole life + any possibility of going back to his family so he's not willing to be someone's dirty little secret  

alex doesn't know what to do so he goes to consult luna who he's become very close with over the years

luna is not quite old enough to be his father but he's like an uncle + he always calls alex “kid”, much to alex's annoyance

but alex knows he'll have some good advice

alex + luna end up having a long conversation

like washington luna has always been very vocal abt his regrets re his naivety + desire for glory back in his youth

hes always said that this was his greatest regret in life. but then he tells alex like he had another great regret in life- letting go of the love of his life

alex is surprised bc luna's never mentioned anyone special

“who is she?” 

“he” luna corrects “he was my best friend. we had something a relationship but it was short-lived bc I decided I wanted to join the military + attain glory. i thought thats what i wanted in life. turns out that stuff is meaningless w/o anyone to share it w. nor did I even achieve it. perhaps i did accomplish some things but now in my retirement I have no one by my side. i have found that life is meaningless without love and family.  

“i tried to find my friend to reconnect after all these years even as simply friends but he died in the war. alex, I see many similarities between us. don't make the same mistake that I did, alexander. glory + lasting legacy mean nothing if you're alone in the end

“if you make choices that are motivated by love and family you will be a lot happier”

alex takes his advice even though he kind of hates sort of giving up to his enemies

he decides to choose henry and his own happiness over politics bc in the end he's done a lot of good work and that much is enough

also his enemies probably would try to blackmail him throughout his career if he was doing something against their interests

so he + henry leave the capital and move uptown and the two of them have a quiet retirement + engage in philanthropy for the rest of their lives

separately they've amassed a decent amount of money - henry kept a portion of his inheritance despite being unofficially disowned and alex made a lot of money as a lawyer and then politician

as it turns out alex still has a tangential role in politics when some of his former allies go to him for advice

all in all, alex happy with his final decision to be with henry and step away from politics

the two of them live happy and full lives together

[dawn-aethwyn]

Rime and Reason: Epilogue

“R-right… the company…” she chewed the inside of her cheek. Was she even welcome there? What good would a blind doctor be? She quietly let S'mira go about caring for her wounds now. “Antibiotics. We need some for the wounded. Osric’s chest and arms… it was pretty bad I don’t know if I was able to decently heal it…” Oh. And Osric, what would he think of her new face? A harrowing sensation gripped her heart as her mind began spiraling down everything that could and would go wrong for her now. “I… hope he’s okay.” the White Mage commented with a strained voice.

The man in question cleared his throat - it was one of the few parts of his form that hadn’t started aching the moment the adrenaline and the magic had faded. Dawn’s face reddened as he spoke, “I’m alive - thanks in no small part to you. Though, I imagine it will be a while before I can swing a lance again.” He exhaled - a shuddering breath before turning to glance in the direction of the two women. “...I’m sorry, Dawn. I told you I’d protect you and I...I failed.”

Once more S’mira paused and she went quiet as the two spoke. Sure, she would see to Osric’s wounds and the others where she could with Dawn’s guidance. For the time being she busied herself with wrapping fresh gauze around Dawn’s eyes, snugly to ensure it wouldn’t fall and the White Mage was left with a firm and long squeeze to her hand from S’mira before she quietly excused herself to allow the two to speak. Such conversations weren’t meant for her or the others to sit around on and so, the door closed a little behind her as she wandered to find the others and inquire on their own wellbeing.

Her chest felt tight, “No…” she spoke softly, “You did your best. That’s all anyone could have asked for.” Was it though? Or was she trying to reassure him? Even she didn’t know the answers to those questions. She tried to do her best to not let the seeds of doubt sew themselves into her heart. “Everyone’s alive, right? I’d trade my eyes for that any day.” She didn’t know if she was sincere or if it was a joke, regardless, it was something.

He winced, fighting back a pained groan as he managed to sit up - a feat considering the state of his arms. It took a moment, but confident that he could make the short walk between beds, he shifted towards the edge of his own before carefully standing, moving across the room and easing down into the chair next to her bed. He didn’t collapse, that was a good sign.  “They are alive...we were fortunate in that regard. But that doesn’t - I should’ve blocked it, I should’ve done...something more than what I did.” His head bowed as he lifted an arm - ignoring the pain rocketing through the limb, and gently reached for one of her hands. “I’m so sorry…” 

She placed her other hand over his. “Don’t…” her hand squeezing his perhaps a bit roughly, “... don’t. You didn’t do this to me. It’s okay, Osric.” she hopelessly tried to bring a sense of levity to the mood since she was on the verge of tears again; she gave an exasperated chuckle, “I guess I won’t need glasses anymore... I hope they don’t fire me now.”

Osric scoffed as he lifted his head, gently squeezing her hand in return. “I imagine what happens when we get back will be...something.” He swallowed roughly as his gaze drifted to the gauze covering her eyes. “I…” Another sharp exhale as he gathered his thoughts. “...Regardless of what happens with the Company when we return - this changes nothing for me, Dawn. Not in regards to what we talked about before we left.”

“That feels so long ago… but really it was just a matter of days. What did we talk about before we left?” she asked, her head turning in his general direction. She didn’t know why she asked, perhaps it was some need for affirmation. Perhaps she just wanted to keep hearing his voice. Perhaps it was a pleasant distraction from the reality of the current situation she faced.

He cast a quick glance towards the door - fairly certain that if he was caught out of bed he was likely to be scolded. Satisfied that it didn’t look like anyone was about to come bursting through, he shifted up onto the bed, sitting next to her and very lightly nudging her shoulder with his. “That I care about you. This injury - this situation, doesn’t change that.”

She did her best to smile in light of the situation. “Good. It better not… I’m glad I got to see it. Your home, your nation.” 

He gave a low hum. “I wish I could’ve shown you more...but maybe one day.” He sighed. “I’m not an artistic person, but perhaps I could find a way to describe the Pillars...the Cathedral - those places I wanted to show you before the cold and the snow got the better of us.” 

She nodded, “I’d like that very much…” she gently ran her thumb along his hand.

He turned his hand over - the motion slow as he needed to be mindful of the pain shooting through his arm-, lacing his fingers through hers and giving her hand another gentle squeeze as he pressed a light kiss to the top of her head. “Then I’ll do my best - though, as I said, I’m not artistic - so maybe best not to have exceedingly high expectations, hm? I don’t think I’ll be able to produce anything poetic, but I’ll try.” He was quiet for a moment, “...you know, you saved me out there…”

She revealed a weak but entertained smile, “I’ll try to temper my expectations.” She faced forward and hung her head a bit, hair hanging over and covering her features. A nod came from her, “... I did what I could…” She gingerly ran her hand up his wrist and to his forearm. “How are your arms?”

“You did wonderfully, Dawn. My arms are sore, but I’m missing a rather impactful chest wound.” He tilted his head, watching her hand move up his arm. “And they’ll heal - I’m still here for them to heal. Don’t doubt yourself.” He again nudged her lightly with his shoulder, fighting back a wince as he did so before giving a breathless chuckle. “I think my ego is wounded more than my arms…”

‘Your ego is wounded? What about my eyes.’ A dark voice seethed from the deepest parts of her heart. The ugly part she didn’t want anyone else to see; she didn’t want him to see. She took in a sharp shaky breath as she adjusted, “What do you mean? You were the bravest one out there. All nightmarish monsters aside, I hope it wasn’t all bad. Being back home. I hope it didn’t bring back any bad memories, or just make more. It’d be nice if we could make some good ones too.”

“I had people to protect. One person in particular -“ he brushed his thumb along the back of her hand. “And still even with that in mind, knowing what they were capable of I…”

He shook his head before clearing his throat. “It...our arrival wasn’t bad. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone quite as excited to visit Ishgard as you were. And maybe one day we will be able to make those nice memories - until then I - well, fighting heretics and failing to protect the person who means the most to me in the group is something that will take time to sort through…”

“That person you first mentioned, who was it?” she asked, genuinely curious but also shifting the subject; she knew that inner voice would gnaw at her if she didn’t.

“...I was referring to you, Dawn.” He shifted on the bed to sit in front of her, unable to fight back the pained noise as he lifted a hand to cup her cheek softly. There was a good chance his comment about his ego was all false bravado. “The others are …acquaintances, they could be friends if I let them...but the thought I had as that floor crumbled beneath me and that monstrosity wasn’t of S’era or Conor or S’mira - it was of you, and that even if it was the last thing I saw, at least it didn’t get you.”

She would lean into his hand, a tender reprieve from the trauma she faced. “Here I thought you were going to tell me a story about a long lost love…” she couldn’t see him, but she heard him stifle his pained groan and felt the warmth of his hand. Still, in the face of it all she couldn’t help but pity herself and wish she could see him. “... this is almost as good I guess.” she said with what resembled an actual smile this time.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers softly as he let his hand fall away - once again reaching for hers. “I...know it may not feel like it right now, but I want to think that this is better - we have a chance to move forward, finished stories don’t.” Mindful of her injury, he gently rested his forehead against hers. “I told you before we left for this mission that you weren’t alone, Dawn. And I meant it then, I mean it now. I couldn’t protect you, but I won’t let you face what comes next by yourself… if you’ll have me.”

Emotions at odds with each other swirled within her. She felt a knot in her chest that felt difficult to swallow down. Despair threatened to consume her in its maw; at the same time she felt warmth and assurance, something she desperately needed in the moment. She just nodded in silence, her bandages becoming slightly damp. She exhaled with stuttering breath.

“I… I think I can weave some mana now, I want to try something.” She withdrew her hand, lingering a touch, noticing how rough his hands were for the first time. Dawn brought her palms closer to her face as she whispered an incantation, a gentle glow coming from her digits and then to her eyes. After a few moments she carefully pinched at the edge of her bandage and lifted it, she turned Osric’s way and her eyes shifted toward him. Though in his direction, it appeared as if she was looking past him. The wound on her nose seemed all but gone, and the slit in her irises had healed over; a hint of blood still circled her irises beneath the surface. “Mira never really answered my question, “Does it look bad?”

Osric watched quietly, hands reaching up to cup her face gently as she asked her question. His thumbs brushed across under her eyes softly. “It doesn’t look bad at all, Dawn. And before you ask, I wouldn’t say otherwise just to make you feel better.” He reached up, carefully pushing hair away from her face. 

An authentic laugh came. “Well… shoot. That was my next question.” She fiddled with her hair a moment and ran a hand from her cheek to the back of her neck. Though interacting with him was laden with familiarity, everything felt so foreign now. Seeing nothing but darkness wore at her. “Well ...if you’re okay with babying a cripple, I suppose we can work something out.” A smirk wore on her face as she reached for where she thought his face might have been.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the palm of one of her searching hands before guiding them to his face - she’d been close. “I’m happy to help you navigate the new challenges ahead, Dawn, no matter what they may be.” He gave a wry smile - hoping that even though she couldn’t see it, that she’d be able to feel the shifting of his face. “So long as you can tolerate the occasional brooding. I have that unfortunate tendency.”

She shook her head slowly, her hands finding purchase, “No… I can’t. That’s all mine now.” She retorted as she pursed her lips, “I get to do the brooding now. I can’t see if you’re sad so you have to come and get a hug; I’ll just brood in a corner until you come and get me. It’s only fair.” The White Mage fixed her hair as she finished speaking, dipping her head down slightly, “...You can see me when I’m hurting…” her tone grew somber, “But I can’t see you when you’re hurting.”

Osric’s brow furrowed for a moment before he dipped his head down to rest his forehead against hers. “There are other senses besides sight, Dawn. And it will likely take time, but we’ll adapt. If that means I have to communicate more, then I do. If that means that you get to take over the mandatory brooding, then that’s okay too.” He exhaled slowly. “There are lots of people with sight who don’t really see - and we’ll find a way to manage this challenge.”

Pressed her head against his, a slight strain in her voice, “But seeing figuratively… that’s not the same. I ...I understand what you mean, Os…” she heaved a saddened sigh, moving from her hands from his face to embrace him, tears escaping her bandages while she held him tighter. “... But it’s not the same.”

He pressed a kiss to her cheek before wrapping his arms around her torso. His pain was manageable - physical pain was easy to deal with, but hers? That was going to take time. “I’ve got you, Dawn. We’ll figure this out...we will, and we’ll adapt. I’m not expecting you to just be okay with what happened, that’s not how things work, but you’re not alone either.”

She sobbed into his shoulder, convulsing painfully with each desperate breath. Tears streamed down as she finally released her guarded emotions. Sniffling, she moved her head to face Osric, a shaky breath came in and out a few times before she spoke, “I told you ...I’m a crybaby. Are you- are you okay with that?” she asked between sharp breaths.

“I am.” He continued to hold her, trying to give her as much safe space as he could while providing emotional and physical support. “I’d much rather you let it out than feel like you have to hold everything inside. That’s not being a crybaby.” He lifted a hand to wipe away the trail left by the tears, letting his forehead rest against hers once again. “As I said, I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall.”

[chickensarentcheap]

Best Part of Me -Chapter 61

Warnings: violence, forced drug use

Translations:

Cchod do:  Give up

Kabhee Naheen:  Never

Tagging: @innerpaperexpertcloud​, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y​, @alievans007​, @ocfairygodmother​

Ten thirty at night and the heat is unbearable. The humidity hangs heavily; thick and suffocating, a visible haze floating inches above the ground and casting an eerie, ominous glows around the streetlights.   Sweat already glistens on his brow and the nape of his neck and gathers along his hairline, sitting briefly at his temples before trickling down the sides of his face. Even in the short time it took him to walk the two blocks from his drop off point, his clothes are already damp; shirt clinging between his shoulders and to the small of his back.  His knee and his shoulder are already throbbing when he reaches his destination: an alley behind a derelict and boarded up building. An old factory that had gone out of business in the early sixties and then turned into a residence dedicated to overseas students. Years of neglect and an absentee landlord had been its demise; now sticking out like a sore thumb among the trendy cafes, bars, and restaurants and high end fashion boutiques.  While it is no longer of use to the general public, it provides Tyler with exactly what he needs; an excellent vantage point of his four targets and the opportunity for clear and precise shots. And while the heat is nauseating and incessant, the weather is actually an asset; the air perfectly still, no chance of the breeze fucking up a kill by catching a bullet. It’s not uncommon; the elements working against you. Wind is especially troublesome, and he’d take the driving rain and even blinding snow over it any day of the week.

He uses the fire escape to get to the fifth floor; gaining access to the building through a shattered window. Removing the rucksack from his shoulder, he tosses  it inside before gingerly swinging leg over the edge and then the other. He pulls the  hood of  the sweater he wears under his tactical vest over his head; protecting himself from the remaining shards of jagged and dangerously sharp glass. It’s half an hour before ‘go time’ and he slowly and carefully navigates his way through the abandoned building. Floors bowing and loudly creaking under his feet; having to step over gaps left by missing wooden boards. A musty smell hangs in the air; accompanied by the distinct odor of rotting garbage and fecal matter, likely both animal AND human. So powerful that it not only makes him gag and forces him to bring part of his hoodie up over his mouth and nose, but immediately brings back memories of Dhaka. Of having to take refuge in the ‘worst sewer on the planet’; wading through shin high water filled with trash and attempting to avoid the rats that had long ago made the place home. Of the call to Nik and his insistence that she call Gaspar for help.

It’s almost seven years ago but it’s as vivid and real as it was just yesterday. The sounds, the smell, those brief feelings of defeat and hopelessness. And Nik’s voice. There’d been something in it; the way she’d argued with him and tried to convince him that calling Gaspar was a terrible idea. He hadn’t paid attention to it at the time. Anxious to get the fuck out of that sewer and to somewhere quiet and safe; where he could sit back for a couple of days and figure out a way to get the fuck out of Dhaka in once piece. It wasn’t just his life hanging in the balance, and even then he’d been more than willing to sacrifice his own for theirs. As long as the kid and the girl got out safe, that’s all that had mattered. Maybe he HAD been looking for absolution; a chance to do one thing right that would make up for all the bad decisions he’d made, all the wrong he’d committed through his thirty-five years.

“For fuck sake, get it together,” Tyler mutters aloud, then pushes all thoughts and memories of Dhaka out of his mind.

Now is NOT the time to dig up old ghosts. Not the place to be allowing the demons out to play; the worst possible moment to be dwelling on the past and second guessing decisions he’d made nearly seven years ago. And he hitches the bag further up onto his shoulder and rounds the bank of three elevators -iron gates as opposed to actual doors, now rotting and stuck in place- and heads for the south side of the fifth floor. Counting the steps in his head; remembering exactly how many paces it had been between where  he’d entered through and the beginning of the hall.

The room is empty; paint peeling off the bare walls and not a single stitch of furniture left behind. But it’s exactly where he wants it; a perfect view of the entrance of a busy restaurant/bar  belonging to number five on the list. A well known hang out for those in Mahajan’s circle; a place recognized for its live entertainment and world renowned chef and its abundance of top shelf liquor. He can hear the music and the crowd gathered inside from where his; pounding bass and muffled conversations and laughter. Too loud for  anyone on the street to hear as he proceeds to break out glass in the window; long screwed shit, the bolts rusted permanently in place. And he unzips and shrugs out of the hoodie without removing the vest, hastily folding it and then using it to line the window ledge; protecting his forearms from minute shards of class and protruding nails and shedding paints.

There’s a lone bouncer across the street; too busy flirting with a gaggle of pretty girls that want free entrance to notice what’s going on less than a hundred feet away. But once the first shot is taken, all attention will be diverted Tyler’s way, and it’s better not to give anyone a larger target to engage with. Staying low is the safest and best bet, and the rifle he’d chosen gives little to no flash back and will enable him to stay relatively hidden.  And he kneels alongside of the window, out of sight as he pulls the separate pieces out of the rucksack; effortlessly and efficiently snapping them into place and then slipping a magazine into the well. He’s brought extra. Years of having jobs go to complete and utter shit long ago convincing him that it’s better to be over prepared than under; extra clips stored in the pockets on the front of his vest, both for the rifle and the Glock that sits in the holster on his right hip.

From one of the rear compartments he pulls out a bottle of anti anxiety meds; dumping six into his palm and then swallowing them dry. His hands aren’t as steady as he’d like them to bed; the two whiskys and three shots of tequila he’d taken before leaving have done little to settle his raw and jagged nerves. A sleepless night -and afternoon when he’d tried to get some rest- leaving him irritable and on edge. It’s all starting to catch up to him; the difficulty being away from his family, the seriousness of the threats made against them, the reality of his own vulnerability and the very real possibility he won’t walk away from Mumbai.  It’s a lot to shoulder, and mixed with already existing mental health issues, constant physical pain, and the daily occurrence of horrific nightmares, it’s all becoming too much to handle. A year ago...two years ago...none of this would have been his issues. His confidence in his skills and abilities enough to get him through any job. And while it’s still there lingering under the surface, it’s threatening to be overshadowed by all the turmoil and suffering.

“You in?” Yaz’ voice pipes up through the receiver in his ears, and he taps a finger against the disk attached to the front of his vest.

“Yeah. I’m in..”

“Guy on the inside says things look like they’re starting to move already. Might want to be ready to go early. Just in case.”

“I’m already about two steps ahead of you.”

“Remember, don’t shoot the guy in the Florida State ball cap. He’s one of ours.”

“He gets in my way,  I’m taking the shot. I don’t care who he belongs to.”

“What’s the lighting situation like?”

Tyler grimaces as he pushes himself up onto one knee, then peers out the window. “Streetlights are good. I’ve got a scope just in case, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”

“You see Nathan? He’s in one of the apartments above the club.”

“I don’t see shit, Yaz. As long as he’s there, I don’t give a fuck. Just tell him to watch my back.”  

No sooner do the words leave his mouth, he catches glimpse of the beam from a flashlight in the building across the street. Once. Twice. Nathan letting him know his exact location. That had been the compromise he’d agreed to; a backup without having someone breathing down his neck.

He finds a discarded sheet of cardboard in the corner and folds it into fours. It’s still rough and ridged, but has more give then the old wooden floors and will give him something for his bad knee to rest on. Even the protective gear already strapped around his leg does little to relieve even the slightest amount of pressure put on it, and he knows that’s a sign that things have gone far beyond a simple fix. Whether it be complications from the replacement finally catching up to him or another injury all together,  he knows there’s time in the OR in his near future.  

“Things are starting to move,” Yaz says. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, I guess.”  Tyler picks a spot near the right side of the window; the slight diagonal angle gives him a better view of the front entrance and guaranteeing a kill shot to the side of the head as opposed to the front. He’s seen people dropped by those kinds of hits, only to survive and need a second bullet to finish the job. It needs to be quick and efficient; four victims, four bullets. There’s no time to waste, and if Mahajan’s people ARE that good, within thirty seconds of his first kill they’ll figure out his position. And it will seem like a ten mile hike back to where he’d come in if he has guys on his ass, gunning for him.

Outside the street lights flicker. Once. Twice. Followed by a brief pause before the flashing becomes more persistent.

“Rake, are you seeing this shit?”  Nathan inquires through the earpiece.

“I’m seeing it.”  

“Some kind of power surge? Wonder if it’s going to go off the grid.”

The flickering continues, and he pushes himself up onto one knee and looks out the windows. First to the left, then to the right. “Only two lights doing it are the one right in front of us. What’s going on, Yaz? You guys fucking with the lights?”

“Nothing on our end. Probably just malfunctioning. As long as you can still see, we’re good to go.”

Tyler uses a forearm to wipe sweat from his forehead, then briefly lays the rifle across his thigh and runs his clammy palms against his cargo pants.

“Hotter than Satan’s nut sack out here.” Nathan remarks, and he can’t help but chuckle in response. A sound that echoes in the empty room and then is quickly replaced by a string of profanities when the streetlights flicker three more times before going out completely.

“Fuck me,” Tyler growls. “What the fuck, Yaz? We have no light now. What the hell is going on? What are you guys doing? One of you dumb asses flick the wrong switch?”

“It isn’t us. We’re going to get into the system and see what’s up. Hang tight.”

Sighing, Tyler sets the rifle down beside him and reaches for the rucksack; fingers brushing against the fabric when he hears the creak of a loose floorboard behind him and sees the faint shadow cast upon the walls. His chest tightens; blood running cold despite the stifling temperature of the room.  It all happens so fast; hand reaching for the gun on his hip, only to have a solid punch land in the middle of his shoulder blade. It sends intense, crippling pain rocketing down to his fingers; muscles immediately contracting and tightening and locking up, rendering his right arm useless.  A hand wraps around his throat, fingers digging into flesh and muscle; grip shockingly strong and threatening to cut off his airway.  He drops to the floor, pressing his heels into the battered and weathered wood. Using the strength and the power of his legs to push both himself and his assailant backwards; soles of his boot desperately looking for whatever friction it can. And he drops his chin towards his chest; sinking his teeth into the hand that’s around his throat, biting down into the space between the thumb and forefinger.

His attacker screams in pain and the grip loosens, allowing Tyler to finally draw air into his air starved lungs. Still gasping for breath and his legs still pushing his body backwards, until his movement is stilled by the wall and he’s able to use it to his advantage; pushing through his heels in order to get himself up onto his feet and then directing his left elbow into the large -yet not as strong or agile- man’s ribs. Hearing the cry of pain and the distinct cracking of bone. He attempts to turn; reaching for the gun on his right hip with his left hand, only to have a boot slam into the back of his right knee. It causes the leg to collapse underneath him, and the surge of pain both temporarily blinds him AND takes his breath away. And he’s suddenly aware of the the press of his stomach  against the floor; trying to push himself towards the discarded rifle, only to have his movements made futile when his assailant’s heavy body comes down on top of his and a knee is pressed into each of his biceps in an effort to keep him still. The man above mumbling threats and profanities in Hindi when he refuses to give up. Attempting to use his left knee and arm to drag himself across the floor; the entire right side of his body numb and useless.

Through the ear piece he can hear Yaz attempting to reach him, and outside there’s the distinct sound of four separate gunshots as Nathan handles the situation out on the street. Tyler’s fight instinct refuses to let up; there’s too much to lose, five little kids that need him, a family that loves him, a long and happy future with the love of his life. This isn’t how it’s supposed to end.

This ISN’T how it will end.

He’s able to push himself up onto his left knee in attempts to small the back of his skull against his attacker’s throat, only to have a hand grab a fistfulof his hair anad forecefully yank his head back. The other man wears a simple black ski mask, but his eyes are visible in the moonlight; dark and full of rage and determination. And enjoyment.

“Chhod do!” The assailant snarls. “Chhod do!”

Give up.

“Fuck you,” Tyler snarls.

The chuckle brought on by his defiance is just as evil as the eyes staring down at him. And the knees press deeper and harder into his biceps; quickly cutting off the circulation in his arms, and he tries once again to slam his head back in hopes of connecting with something...anything. Only to have the fist tighten its grip on his hair.

“Chhod do!”

He shakes his head and uses both knees to slide  himself forward; flat on his stomach, arms rendered useless, toes of  his boots pressing into the floor to give him a better push off.  The body above is heavier, but the reflexes not as quick and the instincts not as sharp. And he’s able to move himself far enough that his fingers skim the barrel of the rifle.  

A punch to the side of the throat has him both choking for air and collapsing onto the floor. Hand still reaching for the weapon despite the knee pressed into his arm. There’s no other option. If he keeps fighting, there’s a chance he’ll walk out of the room. If he gives up, no one will ever find his body. If there’s even any piece of it TO find.

The hand abandons his hair and wraps around his throat once more; two fingers pressing and digging into the side of his neck. Intentionally targeting the thick, still raised scar left behind from Dhaka. The agony that shoots through his body is intense, and he’s unable to stop himself from letting out a strangled, choked cry of pain; his entire body locking up and his toes curling within his boots. And the fingers press even deeper into that surgically repaired vein; the one that had been all but shredded and decimated by Farhad’s bullet. And he’s unsure if that spot being targeted or the other fingers firmly wrapped around his throat is what causes his vision to blur and the room starts to spin.

“Cchod do!”

“No,” Tyler manages. “Never. Fuck you. Kabhee naheen.”

He tries to himself up onto both knees but fails; the assailant’s still attempting to  keep his arms pinned down, and  he struggles to draw breath into his lungs; throat slowly collapsing and his brain swimming. Out of the corner of his eye he sees it; the tip of a hypodermic needle glistening in the moonlight.  And the brief glimmer of fear, the realization that this could very well be the end, give his body one last burst of energy. Forcing himself up onto his knees and managing to bring his head forward and then slam it backwards; successfully shattering his attacker’s nose and knocking out his front teeth. It does little to stop the man from his quest; a forearm wrapping around Tyler’s neck.  And he feels the initial pinch of the needle being pushed  into his skin; a pained groan and a litany of profanities tumbling from his lips when it's brutally jammed into his neck. Eyes briefly squeezing shut and his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he feels the cold, almost painful burning of the unknown liquid entering his blood stream.

“Motherfucker!” Tyler  roars, and sinks his teeth into the forearm wrapped around his throat; deep enough to break the skin. His attacker’s scream echoing through the room; the bitter taste of blood on his lips and tongue. It’s enough to get free, and he flips onto his back and reaches across his body with his hand to yank the gun from its holster; flicking off the safety and then pressing the barrel to the underside of the other man’s chin. Pulling the trigger just as two hands reach for his throat.

****

When he finally comes to, it’s with a violent gasp of breath and his eyes snapping open. The room is spinning; lights from the street and the shadows of passing cars dancing on smooth walls. The space is empty and bare yet colors and objects swirl around him; his brain attempting to make sense of what he’s seeing, what he’s hearing, where he is. There’s a metallic taste coating his tongue and a burning in the roof of his mouth and in the back of his throat and he feels numb; a cool, tingling sensation that he feels from the roots of his hair to the very tips of his toes. He can hear voices...sounds...muffled and garbled as if he’s listening to them underwater. Honking horns and police sirens and people yelling out on the street. Someone saying his name through the piece of silicone in his ear.  Confused and muddled mind desperately trying to make sense of what is being said; something about the cops swarming and Nathan taking off and being AWOL and someone coming to help and to just hang in there. Don’t move.

So many questions. Where the hell is he? Why is he here? Why are there cops around? Who the fuck is Nathan?

Tyler knows he should have the answers. That he DOES have them. That if his head would just stop swimming and the room would stop spinning, and the lights on the walls would stop flickering and flashing, he would be able to make sense of what’s going on around him.  He opens his mouth to speak; snapping his jaw shut when he realizes he can’t. That it feels as if his throat, lips, and tongue are frozen. That while his brain is able to come up with SOME words, they disappear before they actually reach his mouth.

It isn’t until he attempts to sit up that panic sets in; his body feeling as if it’s glued to the floor; head and limbs impossibly heavy and refusing to budge from their resting place. His heart thunders in his chest and the blood rushes through his ears; lungs and throat both tightening and aching. And he tries desperately to get his arms and his legs to move; groaning and growling in frustration, tears of both fear and confusing trickling down his face.

He squeezes his eyes shut. Forcing himself to inhale deeply and exhale slowly. Waiting several minutes until his breathing has slowed and calmed before trying again, Jamming his shoulder into the sternum of the body that lays on top of him; not knowing who it is or how the hell they got there and  wondering if they’re alive or dead. After he shoves them over onto the floor, he manages to roll over onto his side. Feeling groggy and dizzy as he pushes himself up onto his elbow; eyes rapidly blinking in a vain attempt to bring the room into focus. Everything is blurry; colour muted.  Sounds are becoming clearer and his body is beginning to regain small, slow movements, but his brain still struggles to piece everything together. He’s vaguely aware of a stabbing pain in the side of his neck, and with a shaky hand and fingers, he reaches up and yanks at the offending object. Eyes widening when his mind processes just WHAT he’d been stabbed with.

“What the fuck?” His words are slurred. Speech slow and measured. And he tosses the needle aside and attempts to push himself up into sit; nearly collapsing backwards.   Instead he props himself up onto his elbow once again and uses it and both feet to push and drag himself across the dirty floor. Until his back is pressed against the wall and he’s able to reach up and grab a hold of the window sill.

Tyler struggles to his feet; heaving to lean against the window ledge in order to catch his breath. Even that small bit of movement makes him feel tired. All he wants to do is sleep; lie down and curl up in a ball and stay there for days. But he has to move. Somehow...despite the dense fog cluttering his brain and his confusion regarding just where he is and what the hell happened...knowing that he can’t stay there.

He initially stumbles when he tries to simply put one foot in front of the other, then presses his back against the wall and uses it as a guide as he makes his way towards the door. Vision blurry and his heath both pounding AND spinning as he gingerly makes his way around the room. Each step taking him closer to the exit and his freedom.

The hallway is harder to navigate with no light coming in from the outside, and he tries to force his hazy eyes to focus in the dark. Legs seeming as if they’re made of concrete when he tries to pick his feet up to step over the gaps left by missing boards. There HAS to be stairs. Didn’t he come up a flight of stairs? Or was that outside? He can remember the sound of metal under the soles of his boots and the slight sway and shudder of the narrow stairs under his broad, heavy frame.

Where  am I? Why the fuck am I even here?

And where the hell is the exit?”

Tyler pauses. Suddenly aware that he’s back at the exact same spot he started at. Did he ever even move? He’d thought he was walking. Fairly certain that he’d actually been taking steps and not imagining them.

Confusion and panic set in once again. This time partnered with anger. And he manages to shout a string of profanities into the darkened building and puts a fist through of the decaying walls.

“Alright...easy...easy…”

He recognizes the voice that comes from behind him, and the hand that’s placed on his shoulder is both firm and comforting. And it’s not until he turns around to face them that he realizes he’s in the midst of a panic attack. That he’s making choked, gulping sounds as he lungs try to draw in air and that there’s tears streaming down his face; his entire body drawn incredibly tight and close to seizing.

“You’re alright, mate,” Koen says. “You’re okay. Breathe. Just breathe, son.”

Anil is there as well, a flashlight in one hand, a bottle of water in the other. And Tyler doesn’t protest when the latter is pressed against his lips and the ice cold liquid is poured into his mouth and down his throat; some trickling down his chin and landing on the front of his blood and sweat soaked vest.

Whose blood is it? His? The person who’d been lying on top of him? He begins frantically patting himself down, looking for any sign of injury.

“Can you hear me?” Koen grabs him by the face. “Tyler! Can you hear me?!”

Still no words will come. He nods instead.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Another nod.

“What happened?”

He shrugs.

“He’s pretty fucked up,” Koen says to Anil, who returns from a brief inspection of the room; rucksack over his shoulder, needle in his hand. “Like he’s in shock or something.”

“Did they give you this?” Anil inquires, holding aloft the needle. “That guy in there…” he jerks his head towards the room. “...did he give you this?”

Tyler nods, then places a shaky hand against his neck.

“He’s not in shock,” Anil says. “He’s doped up, Whatever they gave him? Whatever this is?” He nods down at the needle, then slips it into his pocket.  “That’s what did this.”

“What do you think it is?” Koen asks.

“Could be anything. Could be something illegal like heroin or meth. Could be something like propofol or ketamine. I have people who can check it out. There’s someone dead in there. He attacked you?” Anil addresses Tyler. “Hey!” He aggressively smacks the back of his hand against Tyler’s cheek. “The man in there. He attacked you?”

Tyler shrugs.

“He doesn’t remember shit,” Koen grumbles. “Now what?”

“We get him out of here. Before the cops search here too. Can you walk on your own? Do you need us to help?”

Tyler’s eyes briefly close.  He sways uneasily on his feet. Then turns and vomits on the floor.

“I think he needs our help,” Koen says,

****

Two hours later he finds himself fairly lucid; standing in the shower with near scalding water pounding down on his naked body.  The agony  is relentless; starting at the roots of her hair and settling in the tips of his toes.  Injuries already obvious; lines of deep  bruises beginning to form on every possible inch of his throat, upper arms and along the small of his back,  the pain in his shoulder only subsiding when his arm is motionless and laid across his chest, bloody, open wounds where hair had been yanked from his scalp. In the  coming days everything will be more prominent; horrendous shades of purple and black, various swellings that will be painful under even the softest of touch.  But for now he enjoys the relief the hot water provides his body with; eyes closed and chin tucked into his chest, palms flat against the tiles in order to keep himself on his feet. Some of the dizziness remains, but the events of the evening are slowly becoming clearer. He’s finally able to remember not only where he was and why he’d been there, but how he’d ended up in the fight of his life; passing out and regaining consciousness with a dead body lying on top of him.

Whatever had been in the needle had hit him hard and fast; far stronger than any pain med or recreational drug that he’d ever tried. Anil would find out what it was; friends in high places able to do tests on the syringe to tell them exactly what he’d been injected with and how to deal with the side effects caused by whatever remained in his system. The immediate plan is to rest and hydrate; get as much liquid into him as possible to flush his system and clean out whatever toxin is still lingering.

His eyes snap open at the sound of the shower curtain rustling, and he smirks at the sigh of Koen’s hand appearing at the edge of the plastic. A bottle of Gatorade in his possession.

“You alive in there, mate?”

“I’m alive,” Tyler confirms.  

“Drink up,” Koen orders. “Gotta try and clean that shit out of you.”

He takes the drink that’s offered, downing the entire bottle in record time.

“You need anything?” Koen asks.

“I’m good.”

“You feeling dizzy? Like you’re gonna pass out? Can you hear me okay?”

“I’m answering, aren’t I? And no; I’m not going to pass out.  I feel alright. Hungry though for some reason.”

‘Cause you just spent the last hour throwing up. Got nothing left in the tank. I’ll order you something. What do you want? What do you feel like?”

“Anything. I don’t care.”

“I’m on it. Towel and a pair of sweats are on the toilet. You need anything, you holler.”

“I’m not going to ask you to scrub my back or hold my cock when I take a piss, so you don’t get your hopes up.”

“You don’t mind if  I peek though, do you?” Koen teases, and looks around the edge of the curtain.

Tyler scowls. “Fuck off, you drongo. What’s wrong with you?”

“NOW I see why she stays with you. Looking like that before things even get to half mast? I don’t blame the girl for not leaving you. Where else is she going to find something like THAT?”

“Get the fuck out of here.” Tyler snarls, and yanks the curtain closed.

“Don’t be shy, blue eyes. Who do you think got you into the shower? Who do you think had to undress you and haul your ass in there? Nothing I haven’t seen before. I am jealous as fuck, though.”

“We can’t all be big boys, Koen. I’m sure you have a lovely personality the ladies just love.”

“Have we met?” Koen scoffs, then chuckles as he walks out of the bathroom.

It takes Tyler half an hour just to dry himself off. The dizziness returning every couple of minutes and forcing him to sit down on the edge of the tub in order to get himself together. The anxiety is still there; heightened by the realization of just how fucking close he’d come. Not to death. It had been quite that it wasn’t his demise that his assailant had been after. He was meant to be a trophy. A plaything, even. The drugs had been to render him incapable of fighting back; make him as vulnerable and weak as possible. More than likely there’d been a team of guys waiting to help transport him outside of city limits, where Mahajan’s people would get off on torturing him. Days. Weeks. Hell, even months. Until he was begging them to kill him. And he doesn’t want to think about that. Not just about what he would have been subjected to, but the fact that he would have never, ever, seen his family again. Mahajan never would have let him escape, nor would he have shown mercy and just let him go once he felt the lesson had been adequately taught. Each day the torture would have become worse and worse, until he had no quality of life and death was the only merciful ending.

His hands are shaking again; head swimming as he pulls on the gray sweats that Koen had left out for him. He needs meds. Maybe a drink. Definitely something to eat and a few hours sleep.

“Look at you,” Koen gives a playful whistle when he emerges from the bathroom. “All clean and smelling good. Look at that hair.  Look at how fluffy it is when it’s all clean and shit. Look how cute you are.”

His pace is still slow and measured; a side effect from whatever he’d been given and the agony in his knee. And he gives a wince and pained groan as he collapses onto his bed.   “If you’re trying to flirt with me, save your breath. You’re not very good at it.”

“You should  call your wife,” Koen says, then tosses Tyler his cell phone.

“It’s one thirty in the morning.”

“You got about fifteen calls from her and about as many text messages. You were supposed to call when things got handled, yeah? Well it’s been three hours and she hasn’t heard from you. Poor thing’s probably scared shitless.”

“What if she’s asleep?”

“You really think she’s going to sleep if she hasn’t from you? Call her.”   Koen climbs off his own bed, grabbing a bottle of beer from the nightstand. “Don’t worry, lover boy. I’ll give you your privacy.”

He picks the phone up from the mattress as Koen steps out onto the balcony and slides the door shut behind him.  And he frowns at how shaky his hands are; wondering it’s from the drugs he’d been given or if it’s his bad nerves. Or a mixture of both.   And he hopes he can keep it together while he speaks to her; that he sounds lucid enough that there’s nothing in his voice that gives away just how fucked up he actually is. She doesn’t need to know what went down. Not only will it add even more stress and worry to her already overflowing plate, but she’ll only want to come and stay with him. She’d FIND a way to make it happen. And while he desperately wants and needs to see her, their kids need her more.

“Are you okay?” Esme answers on the third ring, and he can hear Addie’s shrill, kitten like cry. “Oh my god Tyler, where have you been? I’ve been worried fucking sick!”

“What’s wrong with the baby?”

“Nothing. She just woke up for something to eat. She’ll be fine in a second. Are you alright? I’ve been trying to call you. Text you. You haven’t returned anything. What’s going on?”

“Things went a little sideways,” he admits, and the baby finally quiets down, comforted now that she’s at the breast.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“Things went a bit to shit. Nothing too serious. Guy jumped me while I was getting ready to do the job.

“Jumped you? What…?”

“I’m fine. A little banged up. Nothing serious. Some cuts, a couple bruises. I would have called earlier but when the shooting started, the cops showed up and we had to lie low for a while. I just got back to the hotel.”

“But you’re okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”   She sounds dangerously close to tears.

“I’m fine,” Tyler assures her. “A little sore. Nothing some sleep and some meds won’t take care of. Are YOU okay?”

“I am no.  Now that I know you’re alright. That I know you’re alive. You scared the shit out of me. You called earlier but you didn’t say anything. All I could hear was you breathing and it sounded like you were trying to say something but I couldn’t make it out.”

Shit, he silently curses. He doesn’t remember that. At all. But somewhere in between shooting his assailant and passing out, he must have attempted...for some reason...to get a hold of her. Was it a call for help? Was it because he was scared he was dying and thought that was his last chance to tell her he loved her? Did he phone her because he wanted her voice to be the last thing he heard. Fuck.  It’s all a goddamn mystery. As if it never even happened.

“Tyler?”

“What time did I call it?” he asks.

“Quarter after eleven. Eleven thirty. Something like that. You don’t remember calling?”

“I must have pocket dialed you by accident,” he lies. “Things hadn’t gone to shit  yet. Must have hit something by mistake. Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to call. I didn’t mean any of the kids up.”

“This place is so big, there’s no way they heard my phone from their rooms.”

“Are they okay?”

“They had a busy day.  Lots of time in the pool, tons of time playing outside. They got to try new food and they were taught how to make naan bread and some kind of dessert I can’t pronounce. Millie’s over the moon because she got to hold a sloth. She even let it crawl all over her. That kid has no fear, whatsoever. She’ll try anything once.”

“And Tanner? He any better?”

“Talking to you did him a lot of good. He’s lightened up a bit. I think he’s finally grasping the fact that he’s NOT getting a new dad. I don’t even know what made him that in the first place. Like I’d ever trade you in.”

“Not even for Anil and his hundreds of millions?”

“Not for anyone. I like having you around. I kind of have a crush on you.”

Tyler grins. “I kind of have a crush on you, too.”

“We’re okay. It’ll get a little better each day. And Tanner’s in with TJ now. All cuddled up together in one bed. They’re definitely not ready to be apart from  one another for very long. I hope it stays like that. I hope they’re still best friends when  they're older. That they don’t start fighting over the same girls.”

“Bros before hoes, right?”

Esme laughs at that, “Right. Are you sure you’re okay? You sound a little...I don’t know...weird. Have you been drinking?”

“Not recently.”

“You sound like you have. You’re slurring your words a bit.”

“Just tired. It’s been a long day and I’m pretty beat. Gonna have something to eat and get some sleep. I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner. I didn’t mean to worry you. That’s the last thing I wanted to do.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” she says. “Maybe I can sleep now. I’d sleep a lot better if you were here. Even with your snoring and your cold feet. Is it weird I miss those things?”

“Is it weird I miss you talking in your sleep and hogging all the blankets?”

“I think it’s sweet. And cute. You’re sweet and cute.”

He grins. “You’re delirious from lack of sleep.”

“You ARE cute and sweet. And I miss you. I miss everything about you.”

He swallows around the lump of emotion sitting in his throat. “I miss you too, baby. You get some sleep, okay? Give little peanut a hug and kiss from daddy.”

“I will. I love you, Tyler.”

“I love you too, Esme. So much. I’ll call you when I get up.”

“Okay,” she says with a yawn. “Sleep well. Or try to, at least. See you when I see you.”

“That’s MY line.”

“Not tonight it isn’t,” she says with a sleepy giggle, and then disconnects the call.

Sighing heavily, he drops the phone onto the mattress and runs his hands over his face as he leans back against the headboard. Eyes closed, a forearm across his brow. Unable to hold back the flood of tears that stream down his face or the heavy, painful sobs that wrack his entire body.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend (Geralt x Reader, Part 3.)

Series description: The Butcher of Blaviken has a long and famous past, thanks to his friend Jaskier. Yet, neither of those dies easily and it still lurks behind Geralt like a shadow after all those years. History, neither unfriendly relationships, doesn't die easily.

Part summary: Two witchers in one hall can be a lot. Especially when they are not friends at all and if Jaskier and Dijkstra are present as well. 

A/N: Well, here we go with miss reader being a coronated savage and badass bcs she definitely can kick Geralt's ass in ten seconds precisely and kill Jaskier with one look alone. Her song is kinda maybe New Level by A$AP Ferg I guess?

Tagging:  @osgon-azure​ @davnwillcome @missdictatorme​ @nemodoren​

Word count: 2.2K

Master list: H E R E

It was so boring to stand there and watch these people having... Fun. A big man huffed out ironically, taking another sip of his wine. He already hated all about that convention and may I say, he was there only for half an hour. His friend seemed to be enjoying himself and the ladies if Geralt had to say.

And these clothes. For what on earth he was fucking wearing a robe like this? With a shirt that was ironed? The fuck was going on with Geralt? And on top of that, he was drinking fancy wine in the Vegenbul residence. This whole situation was beyond laughable.

"Ya don't dance, mister Witcher? Are ya the big scary man everyone is telling us about?" - A woman appeared next to him and she was beyond drunk. From what Geralt was able to smell, it was a wonder she was still standing on her feet. All Geralt responded with was a good long hum and a stare into the middle of the dancing crowd.

"Ya not a good company. I wonder what does the bard sees on traveling along with you." - The drunkard told Geralt pretty loudly and stomped a few meters away from him. Geralt thought that maybe, she would fall flat on her smudged and sweaty face, but to his surprise, she walked to another group of guests.

The ball was just boring. Geralt was there only because it was related to business. Otherwise, he wouldn't come. When he watched everyone from the corner of the room, he wondered about his outfit. Yennefer would be happy to see him in the clothes he had on. Naturally, Geralt's attention was drawn when a guest who was running late was being introduced.

No-one dared to come late at events like these. No-one was that rude. Except for two people who were slowly walking the stairs while trumpets were telling everyone that these two have arrived. For a small while, Geralt could see only legs - one of them was limping badly. That was Sigismund. Geralt had personally fucked up that lag, he knew how bad did Dijkstra limped. The other one was female - at least according to the high heels they were wearing and a long robe studded with shiny rocks. After a fairly long observation, the rocks appeared to be diamonds - which was extremely dumb and also extremely expansive.

And when Geralt saw that hair, he didn't even need to see the rest of her face. She was dramatic as always - expansive dress, late arrival, and an emotionless face. He closed his eyes and turned away, knowing she already saw him in that fancy suit.

"Let me introduce lady Y/N of Kaedwen and sir Sigi Reuven of Novigrad as the last guests of this ball." - A man in a uniform said, bowed to these two and left. Geralt was already sick of her. No matter what, Y/N was always acting like a child and a bitch, there were no other words to describe her behavior. There was also nothing that would make Geralt sure that this time, she'll behave like an actual adult.

His eyes shot a quick look at Jaskier. That man, of course, was over his heels for her already. To be honest, there weren't many ladies who were showing their cleavage this blatantly; let alone the dress showing her leg up to her thigh.

Y/N was walking the hall, having elbow entwined with Sigi's, giving a pleasant smile to everyone. If Geralt had to say, you were the most pleasant looking and acting witcher of them all. People would choose you as the nicest, yet they never got to know what's hiding under that mask. It was a killing machine full of small numbers. It was calculating every single move and taking in everything around you.

It was too late to hide already. Dijkstra had seen Geralt and waved at him to join you and young lady Vegelbur. Jaskier almost approached you as well - but just seconds before that, someone tugged his jacket to make him play the lute.

"Geralt." - Was the first word he heard from you. - "What a... A pleasant surprise." - You grinned a bit, taking an elegant cup of wine to at least hold something in your palm. You never drank on events like that since witchers and witchresses got drunk extremely fast. Geralt never drank more than one pint of ale but this time, he was thinking about breaking the rules.

No-one noticed the short pause of disgust when you greeted him. So you two were still on the same page you ended up on the last time you saw each other, that was good to know.

"As always, the pleasure is on my side, Y/N." - Geralt said back as politely as he was capable of. Before you had the chance to say something back, Dijkstra stopped both of you.

"These are the witchers I was able to persuade to take the job, lady Vegelbud. They are the best of the best. I swear on my very own name." - The man pointed at the both of you, making you both grin a bit at lady Vegelbud.

"I've met with sir Geralt a couple of times. He saved my life when the murders in Novigrad were taking place and my gratitude for that is endless." - Lady smiled at the man, bowing to him a bit. Then she turned to you and took in your appearance with her eyes. And let's say, you were a lot to take in.

"As for lady Y/N of Kaedwen, I'm not entirely sure if I've ever heard her name. I can see that you're a witchress, fair lady, but I haven't seen you around here." - Lady Vegelbud tried to smile as nicely as she was capable of. She winked at you, staring the unnerving amount of skin you were showing off.

For an unknown reason, you were eye-catching. It was strange to see a woman who was appearing so thing yet so masculine, so beautiful and dangerously looking. Your golden eyes which were appearing as if they shone... She couldn't look away. Gently, you smiled and winked back at lady Vegelbud.

Yet again, Dijkstra jumped in so you wouldn't say anything back.

"That's because lady Y/N doesn't travel here that much. Mostly, you'd find her on Skellige or Redenia with sir Lambert. But that's how I'm sure that lady Y/N is the right choice to solve your problems." - Dijkstra told her with all of his charms, smiling a bit. You nodded gratefully, pushing your lips together.

"Is that so? So you and sir Geralt know each other from the past, have you met, slaught a monster perhaps?" - Lady Vegelbud asked with a burning passion, awaiting an answer from you. Not from Geralt, not from Dijkstra, but you. There was still the silence where only Jaskier and his band could be heard.

"I know sir Geralt for a long time. We've been raised together on the School of Wolf in my homeland, Kaedwen, but after that, out ways parted. But to answer your question, we did slay some monsters together before sir Geralt here got famous by his party in Blaviken." - You smiled sweetly and even if Geralt did his best to completely ignore you, he had to look at you. You saw Dijskra shifting his position and you knew you had already said too much, so you shut up and smiled even more.

Lady Vegelbud was way too curious. She asked you a million questions - about monsters, about being a witcher and a woman at once, about the dream of having a child which you didn't have... You finally got rid of her shortly after midnight. And that was when you saw Geralt drinking his third ale in the corner of the room. You naturally couldn't let that slip past your attention.

"What a naughty boy you are." - You winked at the man, putting your cup of warm wine aside. - "Look at you drinking the ale as a lemonade. Uh, papa Vesemir would be sooo fucking angry." - You looked around, watching the crowd dancing, talking, drinking, and dancing. They were boring.

"Better making myself drunk than trying to talk to you, eh?" - Geralt finished his third ale and then got into your wine almost immediately. You didn't tell him a word, you just rose your eyebrows.

So you were still on the same page you ended up on all those years ago.

"My approach to the situation will be as follows - we have to get there as quickly as we can, kill the monster, take its head and we need to get back. It's the start of fall now and when we get back, it will already be time to get to Kaer Morhen." - You said sincerely and Geralt nodded immediately.

"You'll be getting back to Kaer Morhen for the winter? Haven't seen you there in years." - Geralt sincerely wondered. While every normal witcher or witchress got there in the winter, you haven't shown up in the last five years. There was no need for witchers in the winter.

Everyone always gathered back in the keep to tell stories, have fun, and to share memories. No-one was hunting in the winter since most of the monsters almost disappeared. Each school always gathered in their keeps as a big family, and School of the Wolf wasn't different - yet you didn't show up for more than ten years. You were always spending the winter in warmer kingdoms than Kaedwen. That year was different. You wanted to tell goodbye to everyone before you'd disappear in the thin air. And this time, you meant to leave the witcher business for good.

"Yes, I feel like I haven't seen my family in years." - You answered with a pinch of irony. And according to swift steps behind your back and Geralt looking all terrified, you knew that soon, your party will have a new member. And it was none other than the man and bard himself, Jaskier. Or as you called him, the jester who was traveling with Geralt.

"I feel like you and I haven't spoken nor dance yet. So to be nice, I decided to join you and my friend, lady, my name’s Julian Alfred Pankratz, but you can call me..." - And that was the exact moment when your fingers caught his jaw in a fast and precise movement. You pushed his cheeks together, making him look like a fish before you slowly looked him in the eyes.

"I don't care." - You said simply, observing him. After looking at Jaskier with disgust, you let his jaw go. - "This is one cute puppy to keep you warm in the cold nights, I tell you, Geralt. Now, gentlemen, excuse me while I’ll join some enlightened company to talk about political bullshit. I expect you to be ready in the morning to look at the maps of attacks and what did the witnesses say." - You bowed so it would still appear somehow decent. When that was said and done, you turned on your heels and left the two men standing alone.

"Jesus, first of all, did she assume you and I having a secret relationship? Secondly, how dare she call me a puppy, and third of all, Geralt, what in the bloody ass is wrong with you?" - Jaskier took the half-empty cup of Geralt’s hand, drinking the rest of the alcoholic drink. Geralt didn't answer, nor cursed or hummed, he just looked at Jaskier, waiting for what Julian had to say.

"What is it with you always picking bloody psychopaths as your romantic interest? First, we had to suffer under Yennefer's reign of terror, then there was this whole bloody thing with Triss Ranuncul, and how gladly I would forget about your fling with Keira Metz?" - Jaskier looked at Geralt offendedly, making the witcher stare him down.

"This woman isn't near being my romantic interest. I'm surprised she hadn't tried killing me yet." - Geralt answered honestly, watching you talk to a local alcohol merchant. You were overreacting a serious lot, but you indeed had something Geralt was painfully lacking - charm.  

"So she’s not taken yet is what my ears hear." - Jaskier whispered with a growing smile, but Geralt punched his shoulder rather harshly to get him out of the trance.

"Don't try your tricks on that woman, I beg you. I don't want to scrape you off the ceiling when she gets pissed. I'm going to bed and you should do the same." - He gave his friend one last piece of advice before he left the room to have a good rest.

[peg-legz4]

peggy's klance fic rec :)

this is my first fic rec and i know its really sloppy but one of my friends said she wanted it do I an forced to post it after procrastinating finishing it for a month. enjoy!

Best Friends to Lovers

Hearts Don't Break Around Here - klancekorner

AHHHHH okay okay okay this is the first klance fic i ever read and it set the bar soooo high. basically keith and lance have been bestfriends since foreverrr and it jumps between flashbacks and present day where keith is realizing hes just been In love with lance for like the whole time they've known each other and lance calls him snickers and its s l o w b u r n bc they're both oblivious idiots but theyre also pining and aghhghhh AND THE WAY THEY START TO REALIZE THEIR OWN FEEELINGS IS! IM- it's super cute pls read!!!

with love - allinadayswork - 8,888  AHHHGGGGGGGs high school au! this is so cute they're both so smitten basically they're best friends but lance is also keiths secret admirer and ahhhhh!!!!!! so cute pls read i beg of you + valentines day and overprotective shiro!!!!

 Your Smile Makes Me Awkward - Lancelee (ashleeforreal) - 8,791

another best friends to lovers (hehe) lance gets his braces taken off and keith is in a gay panic because lance looks hot and he doesnt know what to do and theres miscommunication but its all good in the end this was so cute

One Heart Missing - starlightment - 24021 HSWOQSJKNQJNIU BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS AU IM A SUCKER FOR THESEEE they’re in college and keith finds out he loves lance nd then they have a fwb thing going on and ppor keith but also poor lance for reasons i can’t disclose anD THE REOCCURRING THEME WITH THE ICE SKATING ITS SO CUTE AND DEHQIJOjqsk please just read it oh my god 

Soulmate AU

between two points - Alltheroads - 20,589 red string of fate au!!!!!!! keith is one of the few people in the world who can actually see the strings though, and lance seems not to have a string, just like keith. its them falling for eachother and keith teaching him how to repair a motorcycle and 50′s themed diners its amazingggg

Tell Me It’s My Name Written In Your Skin - Ivnars - 15,636 soulmate au where the name of your soulmate appears on your wrist once you fall in love with them (i think?) and lance thinks his is unrequited and of course he also has a martyr complex and is willing to die for the team and almost does and then omgomg i just its so great pls read

Bend It Like Soulmates - Reader115 - 23,998 HHHHHHHHhh SOCCER SOULMAtE AU AND THEYRE SO GOOD TOGETHER AND OMGOMGOMG SO MUCH PINING AND TENSION AND IT SJUST SO HAPPY AND AMAZING  IT HAS THEM BEING THE FAMOUS SOCCER SOULMATE COUPLE PLEASE READ READ READ YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT SOCCER

there, nestled against his pulse - hiuthyn SHAOAMALAL ITS A SOULMATE AU I LOVE THESE HJDJSJSJSS AND ITS CANONVERSE (im pretty sure this was a one shot first and then I came back and it was a multi chapter fic and I read and it was like 1000× more amazing ajsjska) this was one of the very first klance fics i read and it’s definitely the first one that made me like gasp and scram cause oh my god,. okay basically the first and last words your soulmate says show up on your wrists and keith hides his wrists because he thinks he k words his soulmate and there’s miscommunication aND KEITH’S BACKSTORY AND IT GIVES LANCE SO MUCH DEPTH??????? and it has a really happy ending and its slowburn and angsty and pining and i’m a sucker for all those things which made this amazing!!!!!!!

College AU

i just wanna be (with you) - aknightley - 8,020 COLLEGE ROOMMATES AU LETS GOOOOOOOO there’s a lot of tension and pining and they give eachother gifts all the time i’m sOFT pls pls pls read

reasons why keith is the worst - MellodramaticLawliet - 5517 lance and keith are roommates and to cope with his hate for keith, he starts a list of why he hates keith and it just turns into a journal abt keith and lance is so oblivious and there’s also fencing tournaments which is cool hadjalkj read ittt

You Should Date Me - petalloso ahhhh lance and Keith are both freshman in college and they have little adventures and it's just super cute and fluffy ajskkasna

Canonverse

The Art of Secret Telling - jilliancares - 4,880 so to form another coalition, voltron has to form another coalition and lance has, 1, never kissed anybody and 2, has a crush on keith hehehe

a culmination of things - viscrael ahhh it's super cute and short and basically jumps around in time and they're just in looovee

instincts - godsensei lance n keith are getting their groove on when red mistakes Keith's pleasure for distress and comes crashing through the wall ajsksksmsna

i can’t help but want - aknightley  lance and Keith's lions get stranded on different islands but their comms get through so they're just talking and bonding and falling in love while they get their lions fixed akssjal so cute pls read!!!!

never saw you coming - dimpleforyourthoughts HOLY HELL OG MY FREAKINGNS JUEUSS I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH IVE READ IT LIKE 20 TIMES AND EACH TIME IM BLOWN AWAY BY HOW BEAUTIFULL ITS WRITTEND AKAK its canonverse and goes in depth with my boys and lance has a martyr complex and keitHS BACKSTORY AND LE PETIT PRINCE AND THEY WOULD DIE FOR EACHOTHER AND ALMOST DO AND IT MADE ME CRY AND GINGER THE TABBY CAT PLEASE READ OH MY GOD ITS SLOWBURN AND THEYRE BOTH S O SMITTEN AHHHH

Terminal Velocity - speaks tHE ANGSTTTTT. i'm like, a whore for angst. but basically. voltron gets captured by these alien empaths and this guy feeds off of other people's pain(???) and so he tortures lance and makes keith watch and oh my. this is so good I felt so many emotions pls read.

Keith McClain - orphan_account 🥺🥺 keith sees visions of him and lance in the future on the space whale and its v soft

In English, Please  - orphan_account this is a fic I'll always remember omg so lance flirts with Keith in spanish but pretends they're insults and he thinks Keith wont find out (he does)

how not to be a cat: 101 - jilliancares- 8,113 kEITH KEEPS  accidENTALLY TURNINg INTo A CAT aND THEN ENDS UP CUDDLING WITH LANCE I”M SOFTTT THIS FIC BROKE ME WITH ITS CUTENESS HAHIUSJK 

 moderation - Katranga - 21, 613 HSJHKJAJOIHQQ keith gets bitten by a love bug and sees lance first and then allura gets bitten and sees hunk so he just tries to act how allura acts so it doesnt give away his actual crush on lance hsjksskjs

Public Displays of Affection by hattricks lance n Keith are undercover on a mission and they see guards and they hide by making out ajkaka

the waiting game - they frick frack a lot but basically Keith and lance make eachother wait through a week without sex and only teasing sksjakak

To Bite, Or Not To Bite - jilliancares - 11,433 lance gets bitten by a vampire!!!! and he turns into one!!!! need i say more? and the way it like happens AND THEN THE WAY HIM AND KEITH DECIDE TO OMG IM THIS IS GRESR

feelings on fire i guess i'm a bad liar - melancholymango - 22679 a witch curses lance and now he can’t lie to Keith or anything having to do with Keith and its really funny i cackled sjhkah

The Loverboy Trials - PM_Writes - 20,838 THSIEIHWHIJIHJI I LOVED THIS ONE AHHHHHHH.basicaly the aliens think keith is their god of fertility and stuff so they’re like oh we need to do a ritual thing where people fight for his virginity and voltron is like oh fuck no so then lance has to compete to save keith i can’t get over it it’s- i’m softttt

Sorry, Who Are You? - sjskakaja lance and keith were childhood best friends but keith is bad with faces so when they meet at the garrison lance is really salty and keiths backstoey and the way he find out i'm- its great trust me pls

it might not be that bad - Katranga - 16,416 omg i adore this fic okay so. basically. keith doesnt know the difference between jealously and attraction because of him clinging to the closet in middle school and now hes trying to find out why his and Lance's definitions of jealousy differ and Keith's bad at feelings please readd

Everything Else

read all about it - starlightment AHAKAKAL HIGH SCHOOL AU!!!! i just read this one and it’s great!!!1 Lance is on the newspaper and writes and articles professing his love for Keith, the star quarterback that everyones in love with. it's such a good read and oh my goshh this made me throw my phone and squeal out of freaking excitement i love it so much 🥺 idk how but this made me feel as if i was living out senior year through this fic??? it was just that amazing

it's you that's haunting me - perfchan 

suuuper cute youtuber au where Keith hunts gosts and enlists lance as his cameraman. (includes a haunted mansion ballroom dance scene) and its just great oml oml i love it so so much!!! there’s also like 4 sequels so that makes it even better!!!1

Dirty Laundry - 

this is a staple and if you havent read it you're either new to the fandom or living under a rock but its a fake dating au where keith spends winter break with Lance's family and they bondddd and its great!!!! 

alright i just realized the author took it down so uhhhh

adaigo by shipstiel

lance moves in next to keith and Keith likes to play piano at the ungodly hours of the might where lance is just trying to sleep. this ones so cute!!!!!!

eyes to you wide with wonder - aknightley

an office au where Keith is shiro's secretary and lance always comes up to his desk to annoy him and they mask their affection under playful banter and lance also ends up being Keith's knight in shining armor ajskssnns it's so great!!!!

okay i know that you are not my type (still i fall) - quidhitch

ajoasbak nyma cuffs lance to a bed during a party and then leaves but then the bed turns out to be none other than....Keith's bed!! so they like talk while Lance is only in boxers and cuffed to Keith's bed

you never stood a chance - kagshina

it's a snapchat fic!!!!!!! lance accidentally snaps keith a shirtless pic and then Keith snaps back and it's just 😳😳 the whole time it's great omg

Cold Hearts Looking for Love - swang_is_trying typical enemies to lovers where lance is the son of a rich businessman and visits the orphanage that Keith hangs around to visit Pidge??? but its fricking jam packed with them thirsting over each other sshsksksm (i must warn you, its incomplete)

Of Don Juan And Elvis - shipstiel 

Keith is a starbucks barista and lance always comes in and orders with really weird names ehehe

And Now Presenting: Rielle and the Forbidden Meringue

tsbkakaK this ones so cute keith is a galra guard and hes guarding a garden (ooh alliteration) and climbs a tree and then falls into lance's arms (who's an altean guard) and its really cute sjkssahajaj

how to not keep a diary, or, lance’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad semester - glitterfreezing sjskasla they're sophmores in college and roommates pidge forces lance to keep a diary and he just ends up ranting about keith but he’ oblivious to his won feelings heheh

Lance and the Search For Keith's Boyfriend - haikquu - 9497

lance is jealous bc everyone keeps talking abt keith’s boyfriends but he doesnt know who he is (it’s him)

bus buddies - WhatTheBodyGraspsNot - 8033

lance notices Keith doesnt have a bus buddy on a 3-day-trip to save the bees so he goes and sits with him and it's so cuteeeee

got got got it bad -  kairiolette - 10,377 so keith is bad at feelings so he asks what its like to have a crush on someone and then basically tells lance that he has a crush on him and lance just casually brings it up

Only Fools Rush In (but I Can't Help Falling in Love with You) - Fangirl_on_fire_ - 13,524

OMGOMGOMG LANCE IS A MAFIA .BOSS AND IT STARTS OFF WITH A ONE NIGHT STAND AND THEN THEY AHAAKSJSKSM ITS GREAT PLS READ

The Bitter And The Sweetness - The_Real_Karaage - 66337

its a klance youtuber au!!!!!! I love these!!!!! okay so keith makes like conspiracy theory videos and knife throwing ones and lance does like vlogs or storytimes with pidge and they also do dance and then they meet irl but lance doesn't know keith is the YouTube guy cause he hides his identity and omgomggg also Keith is from Texas so he acts like a stereotypical emo cowboy and as a Texan I find it extremely funny

nobody puts baby in a corner - orphan_account - 3,950

 its like the 23rd century and aliens are on earth and keith is a royal galra and lance goes clubbing and and they meet and dance and wOOHOO 

okay thats all for now but i'm probably gonna make a part 2 cause i have a whole bunch saved to my notes app lmao have fun reading y'all

[montpahrnah]

@moonypadfootforever tagged me in this writing meme a while ago! thank you for giving me a chance to think about this stuff. gonna tag @sqvalors @zeiat @alwaysalreadyangry @batmansymbol @direwolf-summer @coyotesuspect @chocochipbiscuit @todisturbtheuniverse @silkcoeur @ebp-brain @bigblackdogfic and anybody else at all who wants to!

ao3 name:  montparnasse, i went through an extremely short-lived les mis phase and always intended to change it but never did

fandoms:  mostly harry potter and dragon age, which has been the case for a long time, but i used to write for mass effect once in a while

number of fics:  52

fic i spent the most time on:  definitely on southerly winds... my writing process is extremely chaotic and i don’t normally go through drafts of things or whatever, but i wrote one much shorter, very different version of it in the summer of 2013 and then kept sporadically re-writing it until it became something else.

fic i spent the least amount of time on:  the waking years, which i wrote in just a few hours

longest fic:  leave the children behind. it’s wild how you can write 54k of lie low at lupin’s fic and still feel like you have infinitely more in you

shortest fic:  redrawn, which i wrote for a kink meme back when those were a thing… the prompt was first times and i went with first kill

most hits:  let nothing you dismay

most kudos:  also let nothing you dismay

most comment threads:  let nothing you dismay! i have definitely (in my opinion) written better stories than that one, but i get why it’s my most popular.

most bookmarks:  you know it

total word count:  538,380

favorite fic i wrote:  this is hard... it might be on southerly winds. i have a severe fondness for da2 in general; hawke/isabela and isabela as a character are very dear to me, and like i said, i spent a long time with this story--much more than i do with most--so i’ve always been very proud of it. i actually cried when i finished it, and that’s no small thing for me... on the r/s side of things, it’d maybe be like tinder for ghosts, because i also spent a weird amount of time with it for as (comparatively) short as it is, and it also looked very different when i first started writing it, but i really feel like it hits most of what i love about them and why that era is/has been/will always be everything to me.

fic i want to rewrite/expand on:  lately i’ve been thinking a lot about amateur cartography and things i wanted to do with it but didn’t have time for, and directions i could’ve taken but didn’t... not sure what will come of that but we will see. i’m also always thinking about expanding on brighten the corners, but part of me thinks it’s fine as it is/i’ve said all that needs to be said. it’d be a good excuse to write more about the midwest though.

share a bit of a wip or story idea you’re working on:  from the post-apocalyptic AU, under the cut:

Sometime in mid-March—he’d never remember the exact date afterwards, though he tried—he woke at around five in the morning to the sound of his phone about to vibrate off his nightstand, knowing it’d be work calling him in before he even squinted into the harsh LED display in the pre-dawn dark of his apartment, the name of the nursing home lit up bright and promising a litany of bullshit he wasn’t prepared to process without at least two cups of coffee in him. It was supposed to be his day off; it had been a while since he’d gotten two in a row, what with people quitting left and right and the unusually severe flu season that had lingered into the anxious thaw of early spring. When he answered just before it would’ve gone to voicemail the charge nurse on the other end feigned contrition for long enough that he closed his eyes and for three entire blistering seconds entertained the thought of quitting on the spot until she asked him if he’d like to come in to cover for whatsherface, another nurse’s aide who worked in the dementia unit and had finally succumbed to the flu she’d been futilely trying to fight off with vitamin C tablets for days now.

“Yeah, fine,” he said, voice scraped raw with sleep. There was nothing he’d rather do less but unfortunately he did need the money, and he knew what it was like to take care of sixteen residents by oneself and tried not to abandon his coworkers to such a dismal fate. “Is that everybody now? Like, all the staff’s had it?”

“Just about,” said the charge nurse, “but I’m—I don’t know. Usually hits pretty quick, once you get it, but it took forever to really get to her, didn’t it?”

“You think she’s got something else?”

“I think she shouldn’t have been coming to work,” said the charge nurse, and Remus bit back a remark about understaffing and underpaying and bullshit policies that effectively required healthcare workers to come to work sick. He’d already been written up once in the last six months; best not chance it. “I guess she’s headed to the ER. Sounded like death to tell you the truth, she was having a hard time talking.”

“Maybe pneumonia,” said Remus, “especially if she’s been overdoing it.”

“She didn’t seem bad off yesterday. Just like a mild cold or something.” Here, she paused. Remus would remember this—he would always remember this, that in that moment of crackling digitized quiet from the other end he’d taken a breath and looked out the window, where the scythe moon hung high overhead among the cold peal of early springtime stars. Already there was a robin singing, just out of season, just out of time. He’d never heard one so early before. “They took Murray a few hours ago too. To the ER, I mean. Last I talked to them they were getting ready for an intubation.”

“What the hell. He was fine on Tuesday.”

“He was fine yesterday, just a stuffy nose and a sore throat. Then all of a sudden he’s got a fever so high he’s seeing things and he can’t breathe and he’s coughing up blood.”

“Huh,” said Remus, who reluctantly worked night shifts and thus had limited capacity for complex thought or emotion before about ten in the morning these days. He hung up and laid in bed just kind of languishing spiritually for a few more minutes before he got up and set about making coffee and oatmeal and laying out a clean pair of scrubs. He opened his bedroom window to try and hear the robin as the morning sky with its ten-ton gray clouds began to lighten, but it didn’t sing again.

[jojotichakorn]

Upcoming 2020 BL series (+ full info & personal rating)

For having nothing better to do and also thinking of what interesting new BL series the new year might bring to me this time around, I have compiled a list of all BLs that I could find that are supposed to come out in 2020. I’ve only added those BLs that are definitely coming out and are in production, and I’ve ranked them based on how interested I am in them, adding some useful information about them as well. Some key information is missing from a lot of the shows, and the farther we go into the list, the more mysterious the BLs become, but I will update, when new information becomes available. Mind that Why R U? is not mentioned since it’s already airing, but keep in mind that it’s also a series that exists this year, if you haven’t payed attention to it yet. In total, there ended up being 16 BL series (17 counting Why R U?). 2020 promises to be a rather fruitful year for BLs!

[All info on the series under the cut]:

2gether: The Series

Network: GMM One (Thailand)

Airs: February 21 - Unknown (On Fridays)

Synopsis: A student named Tine wants to get rid of an admirer. His friends suggest getting a pretend boyfriend – Sarawat. At first, Sarawat plays hard to get, but eventually he agrees. The two become close and intense emotions soon erupt. Are they just pretending or do they actually have feelings for each other? (Trailer)

Familiar faces: 

Despite the main couple being played by two unfamiliar faces, there is a lot of background characters played by actors that you are likely to have seen before. Frank and Drake, who have played a couple in My Tee and OurSkyy will return to play lovers once again. You might also know both of them from Blacklist. 

Others you might recognize are: Sarocha, who was in both OurSkyy and He’s Coming to Me; Toptap, who has played background characters in many dramas, among them Love Sick & Love Sick 2, Sotus, WaterBoyy, 3 Will Be Free and Blacklist; Mike, who is best known for his role of Bone in Theory of Love, and who was also in OurSkyy; Guy, who was in Sotus S, OurSkyy, He’s Coming to Me and 3 Will Be Free; Gun (Korawit), who played Cherry in Sotus S; Pluem, who is best know for his role of Rain in Kiss Me Again and Dark Blue Kiss; and JJ, who was in the Gifted, He’s Coming to Me and Blacklist (not to be confused with his twin brother AJ). (Cast)

My opinion: The amount of familiar faces this BL has is very comforting. I’ve wanted to see Frank and Drake play a couple somewhere apart from My Tee for a very long time, since that show wasn’t very good, and they finally will! Another background couple is going to be played by Mike and Toptap, which I find super exciting. The main couple also seems to be really great, and they do look like they have some good chemistry. Apart from that, I gather that the show is pretty fun, though rather dramatic as well - in the best traditions of GMM. The only thing that really worries me right now is us once again having “girl problems”, though where would the fake dating trope be without jealousy? Speaking of fake dating, it’s one of my favorite tropes and I’m very happy we are finally seeing it on screen! A bonus point for this show is also a couple of really reassuring LGBTQ+ supportive comments Bright, one of the two main actors, made - it’s always nice to know upfront that the actors we are supporting by watching the show are good people. So, in general, I’m most excited for this series and I hope it won’t disappoint!

My Ride: The Series

Network: Unknown (Thailand)

Episodes: 8

Synopsis: Tawan is a doctor, Mork is a motorcycle taxi driver. Tawan often hires Mork to drop him at his boyfriend's apartment, and so has gotten closer to the motorcycle driver. One day, when Mork knowingly makes Dr. Tawan late for his date, Dr. Tawan finds out that his boyfriend has been cheating on him. After the doctor breaks up with his boyfriend, he and Mork begin to get closer. This drama is about friendship and love that began as a passenger and a rider. (No trailers or teasers available as of yet).

Familiar faces: Out of the actors, you might recognize Fame, who played Guide in My Dream: The Series, and Mild, who played Techno in TharnType. It’s also interesting to mention that the person, who adapted the novel this series is based on to screen, is none other than everyone’s beloved Fluke (Teerapat) that is best known as Wad from Sotus. (Cast)

My opinion: This is on of the BLs I’m most excited about. The premise is interesting and unique, and it sounds promising, but honestly? Fuck all that noise, when we know that the series is based on a novel that was written by Patrick Rangsimant, who is a gay man! Now if that doesn’t sound exciting, I don’t know what does.

My Engineer: The Series

Network: Tencent Video (Thailand)

(It seems to be some sort of a Thai branch of Tencent Video, since it is originally a Chinese network that has brought us, among other things, The Untamed).

Airs: March 14 - Unknown (On Saturdays)

Synopsis: Despite coming out quite soon, there is no proper synopsis for this show. All we have for now is the short summary of how the story begins. One day, Duen is sleeping in the University Park. Bon sees him and soon spots an animal nearby. He tries to wake Deun up but Deun accidentally punches Bon in the face, sending him to the hospital. After the incident, Bon asks Deun to bring him a red rose every morning for a whole month as an apology. (Trailer)

Familiar faces: Do you ever watch a BL about engineering students and think to yourself: “So I guess this is another one of those Sotus-inspired ones”? Well, this time around it is definitely very much Sotus-inspired, since the director of the show, Lit, was also the director of Sotus. And before you start worrying, he had nothing to do with Sotus S, so whatever he’s done with this one - it should be pretty good, I think. As for the actors, the only face that might be familiar to you is Cooper’s, who plays a main character here and who played a main character in My Bromance. (Cast)

My opinion: I am also really excited for this one! It seems to have a total of three backgrounds couples, all of which are very different and have their own cute little storylines. But, that doesn’t mean that the main couple is not interesting! It very much is - you can clearly see that the actors have chemistry and, though the storyline seems fairly simple, it’s great nonetheless. Also, it seems that Bon is really sure and confident in his feelings towards Deun and spends the whole show proving them and trying to win him over, which is rather refreshing compared to most other BLs that have their mains spend most of the time in confusion and denial. Besides that, the jealousy trope is also quite involved in the show, but it seems like it’s executed well, in which case it can also be rather fun and exciting! Plus, it’s quite reassuring that the director was also behind Sotus, because I do love that show, and though it is comforting to see familiar faces on screen, seeing new actors makes for a really lovely new experience. 

A Tale of a Thousand Stars 

Network: GMM One (Thailand)

Synopsis: An idealistic young teacher, Torfun, volunteered to educate young kids in a far flung and rebel-infested Thai village. There, she met and fell in love with Phupha - a military officer who was protecting the place. Unfortunately, she died in a car accident. However, she happened to be an organ donor - after the accident her heart was given to a young man called Tian. Upon his recovery, Tian returns to the village and eventually meets Phupha. Will love spring between these two young men under such unlikely circumstances? (Trailer)

Familiar faces: The director of the show, Backaof, might be familiar to you, since he is responsible for OurSkyy, He’s Coming to Me and Dark Blue Kiss. You will most likely recognize one of the mains - Earth (Pirapat), who played in WaterBoyy, Kiss Me Again, Love by Chance and Theory of Love. You might also recognize White, who is best known for Love Sick & Love Sick 2, as well as WaterBoyy, ReminderS and Theory of Love. And Nammon, who previously appeared in WaterBoyy, Sotus S, Kiss Me Again, 3 Will Be Free and Blacklist. (Cast)

My opinion: So far, this series seems pretty fun and cute. I’m honestly not the biggest fan of the whole idea - I’m neither fond of new characters getting attached to their supposed past selves or some form of this trope, nor of the whole “he is him, but he is also this girl” thing. According to the trailer, this BL might also have a bad ending, which I definitely won’t be thrilled about to say the least. However, I do trust Backaof entirely, I have wanted to see Earth play a main role in a BL for a very long time, and seeing Nammon once again after last seeing him in Sotus S years ago is really heartwarming - but so far those are the only reasons why this show is so high on my list.

2moons3

Network: Mello Thailand

(It’s unclear if Mello is an actual network, but I couldn’t find any more information on them. It could also be Channel 3, since some things that Mello posts on its YouTube channel do belong to Channel 3, but don’t quote me on any of this).

Episodes: 12 (around 50 min. each)

Synopsis: Nothing is known, but the fact that it is a continuation of the 2moons2 story. (No trailers or teasers available as of yet).

Familiar faces: All six main actors are returning as their respective characters. (Cast)

My opinion: Since nothing concrete is known about this show, apart from the fact that it is the second season of 2moons2, there is not much to say. However, since I do love 2moons2 quite a lot, I am already excited for this one. And I do think it’s going to be more successful than second seasons of beloved BLs usually are, simply because they did really seem to rely on having another season to finish the story and they are not simply dragging it out by having this new season - this continuation is not only logical, but also undoubtedly necessary for the story to feel whole.

Oxygen: The Series

Network: Uknown (Thailand)

Synopsis: Orphaned at a very young age, Gui has had to work hard and provide for himself for as long as he can remember. But he still has a soft demeanor and a smile on his face. Solo can get anything he wants with a flick of his wrist. Money, fame, good looks - the boy has everything, except his smile. One day Solo sees a smiling boy (Gui) working at a cafe. They instantly connect, and Solo finds himself back in the cafe every night. They meet at the same spot, at the same time, until they soon come to realize that they have become each other's breath. A necessity. Just like oxygen. (Trailer)

Familiar faces: The director, Jane, is also responsible for Sotus S and OurSkyy. The only two actors you might recognize both play supporting roles - one of them is Prince who played Oak in Sotus, Sotus S and OurSkyy, the other one is Kan, who played Todd in Sotus S. (Cast)

My opinion: It does look and sound pretty cute, but according to the trailer there is some drama. Solo seems to have a fiancee which (I’m pretty sure) is like a rich people thing rather than him actually being in a relationship with this woman, but the drama aspect of it is still there. I’m also very worried about the fact that the director’s most prominent work is Sotus S, because we all know how bad that one went. So basically, I am looking forward to seeing what it’s made of, but I am very cautious of it too.

Friend Zone 2: Dangerous Area

Network: GMM One & LINE TV (Thailand)

Synopsis: We know nothing, apart from the fact that it’s a continuation of Friend Zone. (Trailer)

Familiar & unfamiliar faces: Since this is a continuation of a series, I’m switching this section up a bit to also note the unfamiliar faces and/or those who haven’t made it into the second season from the first one. Jojo is returning to direct Friend Zone once again, and it’s also important to note that he is responsible for 3 Will Be Free as well. The entire main cast from season 1 is coming back, along with Safe, who also becomes one of the main characters this time around. Safe is played by Joss, who is best known for his role in 3 Will Be Free. It’s unclear if the rest of the supporting cast is coming back as of now. The main cast is also joined by two people, who haven’t previously played in the show: Arm, who was in WaterBoyy and OurSkyy, and Pluem, who was in My Dear Loser and OurSkyy. (Cast)

My opinion: I haven’t watched Friend Zone, so I don’t really know what’s going on here. So far, I’m just really interested in watching something queer that has both Singto and Arm in it (because yes, finally Arm is also playing an LGBTQ+ character). This series is clearly super dramatic, which is kind of concerning, but it’s also very different from what we usually get in BLs, so I might give it a try. Right now, I’m kind of conflicted, but will probably give it a watch when it eventually comes out.

Love By Chance 2

Network: Most likely LINE TV & GMM 25 (Thailand)

(I assume those are the ones, since LBC belonged to them, but there is no clear information on whether LBC2 does as well).

Synopsis: So far, the whole synopsis we have is rather short and sweet. This series is a continuation of LBC with TinCan as the main couple. (Trailer)

Familiar & unfamiliar faces: So far the only one we won’t be seeing for sure seems to be Saint, though Cherreen, who played ChaAim, is also not on the cast list as of now. Otherwise, Perth is returning to the show, the actors (Mean, Plan, Gun, Mark, Title and Earth) of the three other couples (TinCan, TechnoKengkla and TumTar) are all returning, and along with them Yacht (Pond), Best (Good) and Samantha (Bow) are returning as well. The director of the first season, New, also remains the same. (Cast)

My opinion: I am rather conflicted about this new season right now. On the one hand, I do love TinCan and I do want to see the continuation of their story. On the other hand, I certainly don’t want to see the other two couples again. And, of course, the lack of Saint (or rather Pete) is the most important and disappointing part. I don’t know how they are going to go about it, but AePete is a crucial part of LBC - be it as a background couple or not - and not having them at all is just a terrible thing. Basically, what I’m trying to say is fuck Perth’s management and I hope they deal with this problem tastefully and appropriately. Either way, all this doubt is exactly why LBC2 is closer to the bottom of the list of the shows I’m interested in this year. 

Motor-Cycle: The Series

Network: LINE TV (Thailand)

(Always nice to know that sometimes GMM just isn’t involved at all, and we do know that LIVE TV has given us some really good BLs before - Love by Chance and Until We Meet Again among them).

Synopsis: A high school kid named Run loves to sneak out of his house to ride his motorbike. He drives around and feels exuberant by the ride and the freedom to do what he wants. When his bike breaks down, he meets Mike who quickly fixes it for him. Mike is an introverted, open-minded individual who works as a mechanic. But he’s no ordinary fixer. He has a lot of secrets. Both fall for each other but do not push further, since both of them are in a relationship. Will they end up pursuing each other, or will they remain with their current boyfriends? (No trailers or teasers available as of yet).

Familiar faces: A large part of the cast is unknown as of now - the only person who we know stars in the show for sure is also unfamiliar, since he is a newbie in the industry. (Cast)

My opinion: So far, it sounds kind of interesting. I love the new theme with motorbikes and leather jackets and whatnot - we haven’t got anything like that in BLs yet. It also sounds kind of promising that they are not pursuing each other, while in a relationship, but knowing BLs it’s probably handled much worse than it sounds. Also, it’s not clear if Mike’s age is close enough to Run’s age to be appropriate, since Run is specifically described as a high school kid, while Mike is already a working mechanic. Overall, I’m curious as to see where this goes next and can’t wait for new updates on this one. It could be something - whether that something is bad or good, we shall see soon enough.

Your Voice, My Heart

Network: Unknown (Taiwan)

Synopsis: Su Ye Xin left his parents to live on his own because they were furious and unsupportive after he told them he was gay. He is a huge fan of a famous dubbing artist Sheng Sheng and has a crush on him. Since he fears that Sheng Sheng is homophobic, he is using a female profile and is known among the fans, because everyone strongly supports his crush. Coincidentally, he has the chance to do private coaching for Sheng Sheng in real life, whose real name is Xie Xiao Sheng. Apart from his excitement to be able to get to know his crush in person, Su Ye Xin also realizes something bizarre about Xie Xiao Sheng. Xie Xiao Sheng’s occasional emotional outbreaks and his hate towards his cousin Gu Fan and his lover Shen Hai all point towards an incident that happened in his childhood… (No trailers or teasers available as of yet).

Familiar faces: So far not much is known about who was cast - most likely because, as it often happens, all of the actors are newbies and no one knows them or has interest in getting to know them right now.

My opinion: So far, it sounds kind of interesting. Taiwanese BLs are known for having more unusual themes and plots, and this one doesn’t seem to be an exception. They also seem to really be trying to tackle a number of LGBTQ+ topics, different kinds of homophobia included, which could either be a disaster or a refreshing new BL experience. I’m looking out for some news on this one, so I could see if it is indeed a disaster or not.

En of Love

Network: LINE TV

Airs: March - Unknown

Synopsis: So far, all we have is that this series follows three couples made up of engineering and medical students. (Teaser 1 - Teaser 2 - Teaser 3)

Familiar faces: New, who is responsible for Make it Right & Make it Right 2, Love By Chance, ReminderS and Until We Meet Again, is the director of this series. So far, the only familiar actors are a part of the supporting cast, and they are Yacht, who is best known for playing Pond in Love By Chance, and Best, who was Good in the same series. You might also recognize both of them from having a couple of small appearances in Until We Meet Again. (Cast)

My opinion: The teasers don’t really give us much, especially because two of them don’t have subs (which might be a worrying prediction for the future of how quickly and efficiently the subs for new episodes are going to be coming out). It seems kind of cute overall, and also slightly dramatic. The fact that New is responsible for it kind of makes me appreciate it a little more, but otherwise my interest has not been piqued even a little bit. I am looking forward to finding out more about this one, though.

Gen Y: The Series

Network: Unknown (Thailand)

Synopsis: We don’t have much of a concrete description for this one yet, all we know is that it tells the story of the love of teenagers who always seem to be so busy. (Trailer)

Familiar faces: New, who is responsible for Make it Right & Make it Right 2, Love by Chance, ReminderS and Until We Meet Again, is directing this one. There is also a lot of rumors going on about Copter and Kim of SBfive, who are best known for their 2moons roles of Kit and Ming respectively, being in this show. However, I haven’t seen them say anything about it and they are not in the trailer, so I don’t know how true those rumors are. (Cast)

My opinion: So far, the only promising thing about this show is the face of New being plastered on it. Otherwise, it really doesn’t interest me. However, if Kimmon and Copgi are indeed in the show, I might give it a try - and I certainly will, if they play a couple.

Puppy Love: The Series

Network: LINE TV (Thailand)

Synopsis: This is a story of a young man, who dreams of becoming the next Steve Jobs, and another young man, who is addicted to a game. Suddenly, both of their destinies change and they turn back to being children again. What will they do in this peculiar situation? (No trailers or teasers available as of yet).

Familiar faces: So far, the only person you might recognize is Oreo, who was in What the Duck & What the Duck 2. (Cast)

My opinion: There is very little that we know of this BL. The synopsis doesn’t sound very promising, though. Honestly, all we can do now is wait and see. So far, I am not interested.

Because of You

Network: Uknown (Taiwan)

Airs: February 14 - June 26 (On Fridays)

Episodes: 20

Synopsis: The story of three half-brothers from a large corporate family and the way they deal with the struggle of familial love and facing all possible situations associated with the feelings of “no way”, “impossible”, and “cannot”. (Trailer)

Familiar faces: Unsurprisingly, this being a Taiwanese show, there is no actors that we have seen anywhere before. (Cast)

My opinion: The trailer is very short and doesn’t really give us any info at all, and everything seems to clearly hint at at least one incestuous storyline between brothers. Overall, I don’t think I’m going to be giving this a shot, unless I hear something really good about it when it starts airing, which is really sad, because usually Taiwanese BLs are far more mature and solid than Thai ones.

The Shipper

Network: GMMTV (Thailand)

Synopsis: A fujoshi, who is a hard shipper of two of her classmates, gets into an accident and her soul gets trapped in one of their bodies. So she takes advantage of it, attempting to make her ship sail while in this boy’s body. Meanwhile, the boy’s brother notices that something is wrong. (Trailer)

Familiar faces: One of the main characters is played by Ohm, who was in Make It Right & Make It Right 2, He’s Coming to Me and Blacklist. Jennie, who was in Friend Zone and 3 Will Be Free, plays a background role as well. (Cast)

My opinion: This show makes me feel incredibly conflicted. The thing that stands out the most is the fact that the whole thing is based on a fujoshi’s inappropriate shipping, as well as the weird plot of the boy’s brother instantly realizing that it’s not his brother before him, but then starting to like this person that isn’t his brother, but that is in the body of his brother. At the same time, if it does a lot of mental and plot gymnastics, it can make this better, and there is some potential. Besides, the fact that Ohm and Jennie are in this series really makes me want to give it some sort of a chance. But, for now, I shall just wait it out and see what is going to happen further down the line. So far, I’m definitely staying away from it, though.

Your Star

Network: Uknown (Thailand)

Synopsis: The series revolves around a homophobic young man, who finds out that his younger brother is in a relationship with another guy. The situation becomes quite heated, but when his good friend begins meddling with his feelings, he starts to change his views, opening his heart up to his brother, his friend and himself. (Trailer)

Familiar faces: Lots of people would be excited to know that Fluke (Teerapat) has joined the cast as a background character - he is best known for his role as Wad in Sotus, and he was also in My Bromance. (Cast)

My opinion: The whole thing is quite confusing as of now. The last time a trailer came out was a year ago and it makes absolutely zero sense. Because there is no further explanation with the trailer, the synopsis really doesn’t make me hopeful about this one at all. And since I’ve never really been as in love with Wad and Fluke as everyone else, even his presence doesn’t save this series in me eyes. So far, I am absolutely not interested. 

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Criminal Minds Alphabet Challenge

Title: B - Bilbo Word Count: 1975  Rating: G Fandom: Criminal Minds Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid Triggers: None!

Summary: Spencer seeks forgiveness

Aaron hated the fact he was the one to get bored in his relationship with Spencer. Hated that the other man could literally find anything and everything to do and was never left without something to keep him busy. Whether it was working on a paper, starting a new paper or reading a book. He always had something. Aaron couldn’t understand how it could grasp his attention for so long. Aaron thought that that might even start to bore him after so long.

Jack was staying at JJ’s and Will’s, enjoying a playdate and sleepover with Henry. Aaron was glad he had found a friend and he had comfort knowing that he was safe. The older man lent against the kitchen counter, watching Spencer turn page after page at the speed that he read, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he finished the book. He did enjoy watching the focus in the other man’s eyes, watching as he combed the pages, absorbing the information. When he came to the end and shut the book in his lap Aaron sprung from his spot.

“Spencer.” He drew his name, rolling the ‘r’ at the end of his name. The younger man looked up and a smile brightened his features as he looked at his lover. “Let’s go do something?” Aaron all but pleaded leaning over the back of the chair he had been sitting in, wrapping his arms around the other man. He felt, more than heard, the man take a breath and chuckle.

“What would you like to do?” Spencer lent back in the high backed chair. Tipping his head back to look up at the man he had been lucky enough to spend the last two years with.

“I don’t know anything with you, before we get called in for a case.” Aaron answered. While they were on stand down, it was not unusual for them to get a call telling them they had to head back into the office.

“But there are so many possibilities, and what I might like, you might not like and then we’re stuck in a predicament about what we do?” Spencer answered. “And honestly, that is the last thing we’re going to want, because it would only mean that we spend more time deciding about what we want to do instead of actually doing it. Like you and Jack the other night looking for something to watch on Netflix.” Spencer finished, shrugging his shoulders and offering a wide smile up to his lover.

Aaron sighed and rested his head down against the back of the chair, he just wanted to do something. Anything that would get him out the house and doing something other than staring at case files. “Why don’t we go for a walk in the city? We might find something to do there?” Spencer offered. It seemed like a good solution. Nothing set in stone, but plenty of opportunities for them to find something that they would both feel happy doing.

They had decided to walk from the townhouse into the city, it was only twenty minutes and it was nice to walk hand in hand or arm and arm with the person you loved. They rarely got the chance to do anything like and Aaron knew they both wished it could happen more. As they got into the city they stopped and picked up a pretzel from a stand, Spencer tried to complain, something about hygiene rates and chances of getting food poisoning. However, Aaron simply purchased the pretzels and thrust one into Spencer’s hands telling him to eat it with a fond smile.

They walked around for a while longer, simply enjoying just being with each other more than anything. A few hours had rolled around and they stopped for lunch, finding a little pizza shop tucked back from the road. They sat together, wrapped together in each other’s arms stealing kisses and wondering why they didn’t do this more often. The food was amazing and both men vowed to bring Jack here, knowing he would love the food and the fact he could sit and colour on the tablecloth.

It was moving later into the afternoon and they were heading back to the house, suitably happy they had spent an afternoon doing nothing but walking around a city. As they took route back the two men walked arm in arm. Spencer tucked against Aaron, and Aaron teasing squeezing in his backside from his pocket every now and then. They passed an animal shelter, Spencer pulled them to a stop outside the window and watched as some kittens played in the window. He looked back up at Hotch with the widest of grins.

“No.” Aaron stated firmly. “It’s not happening Spence, we’re not home enough.” However, Spencer was not listening to his partner or boss and headed into the shelter. Aaron stood on the sidewalk looking at the back of Spencer wondering why he had insisted on taking a walk in the city. Aaron took a breath and followed him inside.

The moment he stepped through the door he was hit by the sounds and smells of animals; cats, dogs, birds and by the looks of its reptiles. Aaron looked around for Spence, but couldn’t see the man, he expected him to be at the front with the kittens, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. “Can I help you today?” A young woman approached Aaron.

“Yeah, I’m looking for my boyfriend. He just came in? Shoulder length brown hair, slim wearing a sweater vest?” Aaron gave a basic description. He could have gone more detailed but the woman didn’t need to know about his nose would curl when he laughed, or the dimples he had when smiled. That might have been taking it a little too far.

“Ah yes, he’s out back making friends.” The woman chuckled and pointed Aaron in the direction of ‘out back’. He followed and when he stepped outside he found Spencer crouched in front of a cage doing exactly what she had said. Making friends.

“Spencer, no.” Aaron stared wide eyed, this was not going to happen. “We are not getting a dog, a cat is one thing, they’re somewhat self sufficient, but a dog is not.” Aaron explained coming closer to where his lover was crouched.

“He’s so cute though Aaron, he would be perfect! He looks just like you!” Spencer answered, fingers reaching through the cage to scratch at the docile animal behind it. Aaron wasn’t sure if he was to take that as a compliment or an insult, but he looked inside the cage and there was a black and brown basset hound that looked at least one hundred years old. “I spoke with the manager and she said he’s great with kids, really docile, doesn’t need a lot of walking and is more than happy to be a lap dog. He’s perfect for us!”

“How? You came in two minutes before I did?” Aaron huffed wondering how he had already gotten too much information on the animal in such a short amount of time. “We can't, it wouldn’t be fair.” He could tell how much Spencer wanted the dog and if he pushed much more than it was likely Aaron was going to give in if not today then another, because he knew the younger man would rope his son into it.

“You know Jessica would happily look after him, and if she wasn’t able too Garcia would, he could even go into the office with her!” It seemed the man had it all figured out, which meant they were going home with a dog.

“There isn’t much more I can say is there?” Aaron sighed, though the fond smile curling at his lips told the other man he wasn’t mad.

“Nope, Michelle is already filling out the paperwork.” Aaron opened his mouth and then closed it again. He felt well and truly duped. “You can go pick out the rest of the things we need for him if you want?” The smile on Spencer’s face was enough to make Aaron smile. He could see the elation and honestly, he couldn’t recall ever seeing it before.

“Okay fine.” Aaron muttered, turning on his heel and going back into the main shop. He wandered around and picked out the essentials. Bowls, collar and lead, bed, food and some treats. Everything else they could get later on. He took it back with him and found Spencer sat on the floor with the dog in his lap. The pair looked good together.

“Look!” Spencer laughed, the giddy tone to his voice making Aaron smile down at him. The dog was asleep, thanks to whatever Spencer had done stroking him.

“I feel like you knew about this all the time?” Aaron asked, narrowing his eyes. Spencer only shrugged and muttered something under his breath, which Aaron was pretty sure was ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’. “I got some bits, we can get more later on, how’s the paperwork going?”

“All done my loves!” The woman reappeared, who Aaron assumed was called Michelle, waving the documents. “This fine animal is all yours, Mr Reid was in a few weeks ago with the license and completed most of it then, so it was just a quick visit today to collect!” She answered smiling looking down at Spence and the dog.

“A few weeks ago?” Aaron asked, clicking his tone and narrowing his gaze once again.

“That was the bit I wasn’t supposed to mention wasn’t it?” Michelle asked wincing. Spencer nodded and gathered the dog into his arms as he rose from the floor.

“Forgive me?” Spencer asked, sliding up against his lover curling against him with the dog in arms.

“I’ll think about it.” Aaron answered, scratching at the top of the dogs head.

A day later.

“What do you mean you have a surprise for me?” Jack asked as they approached the house. They had waited until they had left JJ’s and Will’s before saying they had something waiting at home for me.

“It’s a surprise, you’ll just have to wait and see, but you will have to go into the house quietly and calmly okay?” Spencer added, turning back in the front seat to look back at Jack. “Promise?”

“Promise!” Jack shouted, grinning and holding his pinky out for Spencer to link with. They linked pinkies and Spencer turned back just as they pulled into the drive.

They headed into the house together, Jack between both men as they led him into the kitchen where their new pet was curled up in his bed. They heard Jack’s gasp and together looked down at the boy. “We have a dog?” He whispered creeping as slowly and as quietly as he could towards him.

“Yeah buddy, we haven’t got a name for him yet though, any thoughts?” Jack sat himself down beside the dog bed and tentatively reached out to scratch the head of the head of the basset hound.

“What about the name of the person in that book Spencer is reading to me?” Jack asked laughing quietly when the animal licked at his hand.

“What Bilbo Bagins?” Spencer asked with confusion before catching on to what Jack was talking about.

“Yeah! Bilbo Bagins, it’s such a good name!” Jack grinned turning back to the dog. “What do you think, do you like Bilbo Bagins?” He asked the dog, not to any surprise they had no answer, but Jack did a lick in response.

“I think our dog is called Bilbo Bagins.” Aaron answered looking momentarily like he wanted to shoot himself. All Spencer could do was laugh, more happy than he had been in a look time. Everything was becoming more and more perfect.