#cuz I hate when people get rid of them in more modern aus

[spicyraeman]

dipping back into the band au with some wyll

[sidthedollface2]

Third Love

Ch: 6 El Cotorro

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Eddie tries to win over your affection and use you in hopes of getting signed to your dads record company. There's just one problem. Your situationship and a heartbreaking past that threatens to expose the darker side of you.

CW: MDNI 18+ Angst, slut shaming, mental illness, Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie. Reader with another man (not cheating). Talks of injury and blood, I gave you a cute lil nickname cuz you're a sweetie. 🍑

"Where is Eddie by the way?"

"Eh, you know him, fuck em and leave em, onto the next."

"She must not have been that easy. Took longer than he said it would."

"Still fucked'em on the first date."

"Just like the rest."

The laughing at your expense forms a knot in your throat, dry and hoarse, unable to be swallowed. How could they just degrade you like that without even knowing who you were. Lumped in the same category as the rest. How could he just leave you here, in his home, without a car to go back. Humiliated at the fact that you had to face his friends, you're sure you looked a mess, like a girl who just slept with the lead singer of a band. Of course they thought you were a groupie, what else would they expect. It was your idea after all, you knew what this was, you knew the type of guy Eddie was. You even saw him with two girls before.

Drops of water dot the pavement as the clouds open up, the sun no longer bright and warm. Clouds gray and heavy with insecurity. You turn on your heel, padding down the driveway, head down in shame. Your shoulders shake like an etch a sketch erasing every kind thing Eddie ever said.

He viewed women like sexual objects not partners and you were just another toy he wanted to play with. planned to sleep with you from the very beginning. The rain beats down harder, now coating your hot cheeks, and bare feet. It's then you realize that it's your own tears creating the rain, your own sobs making your shoulders shake.

You hate the smell of your hair, his shampoo lingers in the stands he delicately washed. Fingers itch to claw at every part of your body that he touched, even if it meant creating new scars. Aggressively you wipe at the mouth he tenderly kissed, salty from your cries cracked and dry from wiping over and over, ridding them of the minty flavor of his lips.

With blurry vision you call the one person who'll answer, through thick and thin, rain or shine, whether you're with him or without. Say jump and he'll say how high. Your first kiss and the person you lost your virginity to, your best friend, Sebastian. He loved you then, through all your firsts, but more than anything he wanted to be all your lasts too.

He wasn't supposed to love you but when highschool ended and you both parted ways he regretted not telling you. Maybe things would be different if he stayed, you'd be his. So when your paths met again he thanked whatever god brought you back to him and swore he'd never leave your side, never let you go even if it killed him. He wanted to see you happy no matter who it was. He'd lost you before and it wasn't going to let it happen again.

Many people thought he was someone new in your life, they didn't know the history you shared. The gradual progression from friends to best friends to more. More in Sebastian's eyes at least.

"Bash, you were right." You choke, voice wobbly with emotion.

"Where are you?"

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Anger radiates off Sebastian when he picks you up, shaking his head at the choice of clothing you wore and how disheveled you look. He pulls his hoodie off his body, offering it to you as a cover up, leaving him in a wife pleaser. Silent tears stream down your cheeks as you gaze outside your window, heartache leaving a black hole where hope of something more lived.

"I told you Peach. He fucks groupies, you were just gonna be another play thing." Sebastian breaks the silence with truth. His words hurt more than they should, but Eddie's actions hurt more than words.

"He was really sweet and caring, I just thought that maybe it would be different. I would be different." You sniffle, gaining back your voice. "His friends said that It took longer to sleep with me than he thought."

You don't see Sebastian's heart crumble in a million pieces at your confession. It tears at him piece by piece seeing you with another man. A delicate balance between being your best friend and loving you. Why can't it be him? Why does he try so hard yet your eyes pull to others.

His silence tells you he's upset, you dont blame him, there were others before Eddie and each time it hurts him more and more. He chews the inside of his cheek, the physical pain better than emotional. Eyes fixed on nothing, as the thought of Eddie's hands on you, and the pretty sounds that you probably made for him make him sick to his stomach. His eyes close tight, blocking out the visions that plague him.

"You're different to me Peach, they don't know you like I do. And thank goodness cuz I'm afraid he'd love you too." He gives you a tight lipped smile, as he pulls up to your dads house.

He looks different, at least you see him differently. Maybe love comes unexpectedly and no chimes are needed. A chill runs down his spine when you scratch at the nape of his neck.

"You cut your hair." You state, running your fingers through his light brown tresses, no longer shoulder length.

"Yea, you like it?" He questions, secretly hoping you do.

"I love it." You assure.

"Will you come over later?" He asks, already missing your touch as your hand retreats from his hair and you exit the car.

"I can't Bash, I got Austin's live stream rehearsal. Travis is still playing drums but the guitarist is sketchy. Just gonna be busy." What you really want to say is. I need space. Space from boys who love with their hands but not their hearts. Space from you to figure out if I want something more.

He nods, understanding all too well that the live stream is important to you. He offers to fill in if you can't find a replacement, you decline. Glass House is already booked with small venues in LA, soon headed to Northern California. You couldn't put more on their plate.

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"Heeeyyy big boy! Come here, bring it in." Eddie's wide arms embrace his friend, slapping his back in brotherly love.

"Don't hey me, I waited for you for hours. What the fuck man. I told you yesterday what time the plane lands." Shoving Eddie's shoulder in irritation as they seperate from their hug.

"Nice to see you too Steve. And I told you I was with my girl. Just overslept is all. Now hurry up I left her at the house to come get you."

"Your girl? Really? Cuz last I checked Eddie didn't do relationships." Steve questions, throwing Eddie a duffle bag that collides with his chest.

"Oof, yeah yeah, well she's not my girlfriend yet, and I actually really like this one. Dude, get your stuff, let's gooo." Eddie rushes, throwing Steve's bag over his shoulder as he walks out the doors of LAX, Steve just a few steps behind him.

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Eddie returns to his house two cups of coffee and croissants in hand. He's humming to a song only he can hear, a pip in his step as he bounds up the stairs to the door. Heart full and yearning to get back in bed with you. He thinks Slater 50/50's would be a great place to take you for some lunch, 100 beers on tap, delicious burgers.

After spending the afternoon with you and the way you made him feel he was floating among the clouds. Whenever he fell for someone, it was always hard, fast and all at once. He never thought of you as just a hookup, sure he wanted to get signed and maybe snooping behind your back wasn't exactly honorable. It was different now, the late night talks, the way his heart beat faster whenever he would hear your laugh. The way your body felt under his, the pretty sounds he made you sing. Yeah, he needed to hear his favorite song again.

Pushing the front door open with his boot he's met with the members of Corroded Coffin, lounging in his living room.

"Ooohh playboy has arrived. What did ya get us?" Gareth saunters over, snatching one of the coffees.

"Not for you asshole." Eddie scolds, pulling the drinks out of reach as he heads towards his room.

"If you're looking for sleeping beauty, she's not here." Gareth sing songs, throwing himself on the couch, flipping through the apps on the tv.

"She left man, I saw some guy pick her up, gave her his hoodie." Jeff adds, recalling when he went out to his car for his gym bag and seeing you a few houses down.

"She left? What guy? Did she say anything?" Eddie asks confused and in disbelief, did you see the note he left you? Did you not care? Setting down the breakfast he brought for you in the kitchen, he scratches at his stubble, brows furrowed, he checks his phone for messages. Nothing.

"Just that she was leaving. Nothing else." Jeff shrugs.

Eddie walks over to his room, expecting you to be there somehow. Not a single thing is misplaced, as if you weren't even there. He walks around to his side of the bed and sits down. Mind going a mile a minute, he takes the initiative to call you.

Unfortunately for Eddie it goes straight to voicemail.

"Hey Baby, I'm sorry I wasn't in bed when you woke up. I had to pick up my friend from the airport. Um, where are you? Call me."

Eddie decides to check the ring cameras, hoping to see who picked you up and what state you were in. When he sees his car pull up to the driveway panic sets in. "Oh nonono." His jaw hits the floor as the camera displays you both in the driveway, bouncing on his cock. He smiles fondly "Good night i see." Gareth smiles, eyes wide at the feed when the car door opens and he sees Eddie shuffle to the door, your legs wrapped around his waist, dress pulled around your hips. "Holy shit man, that ass is–"

"Hey! Close your fucken eyes." Eddie scolds, covering the screen with his hands.

Gareth has this curious look in his eye, he can't understand why Eddie's so smitten with you. He thought you were just a pawn to get Corroded Coffin to stardom and now he sees Eddie has actually caught feelings. "Don't tell me you actually like her."

"It's none of your business man."

Gareth walks away hoping that Eddie's feelings for you don't stray him from the responsibilities he has to the band. He hopes you're not another Becky, stringing them along, sinking your teeth into him only to drain them dry. Although Eddie owes them for all their bad luck he still doesn't want to see his friend get hurt.

Eddie fwds the feed and watches as you stand near the door head tilted, your face is scrunched up, brows furrowed. At one point you gasp, mouth open wide as you turn to look at the door. Clearly something was said that upset you because he sees you wipe your eyes and shake your head. You glance up at the camera, eyes red and glossy. Eddie's heart sinks to his stomach, something's wrong. He watches as you wipe a tear away, feet bare as you walk away from his house.

The night was perfect and now everything is slowly crumbling right before his eyes. He joins his bandmates in the living room again. "What the fuck did you guys say?" He demands, standing in front of the tv with his arms flailing around, explaining everything he saw to them. "Nothing dude, we didn't say anything. Just asked where you were." Gareth replies, eyes glancing at Jeff.

"You guys are fucking useless." Frustrated, Eddie grabs his keys, hoping to catch you at your dads house before you can drive away.

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The drive from your dads house to your apartment was long. Taking the more scenic route to think about everything that had gone wrong. Eddie didn't pressure you into anything, it had all been your idea. Your idea to leave the restaurant, you made the first move by placing his hand on your thigh. You gave him the green light.

Too busy searching in your purse with your head down, you don't see a tall man swing his bag over his shoulder, accidentally hitting you straight in the face.

Your head snaps back, as his heavy bag collides with your nose, a crunch so loud it rings in your ears. Heels throwing you off balance, shredding both knees as they scrape along the concrete floor.

You groan in intense pain as your hands fly to your nose, swiping above your lip with a wince, blood smeared across your lips as well as your fingers. Bright red blood coats your fingers, drips of crimson dot your sweater taking your mind back, back to that night. You close your eyes tightly. "It's just a little blood, It's just a little blood."

Vision blurred and mind hazy from the impact, you hear a faint 'I'm going to lift you off the ground ok' followed with a string of muffled apologies. A strong arm wraps around your back and another behind your knees, lifting you off the ground bridal style.

Afraid to slip from his grasp, you wrap your arms around his neck, head against his shoulder to stop the dizziness. His voice is unrecognizable when he says 'I gotcha' and his hands are too soft behind your knees, a touch that's unfamiliar. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon fills your nose, reminding you of Christmas cookies, comforting and safe.

Gently he sets you down on a bench, cursing to himself when he sees your bloody knees. Tilting your head back to stop your bloody nose, he runs into the coffee shop quickly returning with ice wrapped in paper towels. "Is it ok if I touch you? You're….um…you don't have pants on."

"Shit… Yea. I'm so sorry. I do have…..ugh. I'm…I'm wearing a dress." Mystery man nods his head, gently placing the ice packs to your knees, keeping them tightly together as you remember you have no panties on.

Eyes closed and head leaned back, unable to meet the man's eyes, soft fingers grab at your ankle. Holding back the pain, he rotates your ankle side to side making you curse in agony. "Ouch that fucking hurts!" You cry out, tears forming in your waterline.

"Shit. sorry. sorry. I think you sprained your ankle, or broke it." He comments, voice filled with concern.

Blinking your eyes open to clear your vision, you take a glance down to see the damage. Big hazel eyes meet yours, honey brown hair styled to perfection, he's more handsome than you imagine and the second man to be on his knees for you today.

"I'm really fucking sorry. You're pretty…"

"What?!" You question.

"Pretty um……pretty banged up. I…I just landed here, visiting some friends and don't have a car or else I'd drive you to a doctor."

Heartache mixed with throbbing pain creates the perfect storm, as tears prick your eyes, you try and think of the next step, go home and sleep it off? Try and drive to the hospital yourself and risk getting in an accident?

You attempt to stand, hand gripping the back of the bench, one foot in front of the other. As soon as you put weight on your ankle, your knee buckles and down you go. "Whoa, Easy there. Yeah, you can't walk." Mystery man holds you up, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other carries his duffle bag. "Shit. Do you think you can drive my car to the hospital? I promise it's close." Before you can dismiss your question, finding it too weird of a task for someone you just met. He responds with an enthusiastic "Yes!" Swooping you easily into his arms. You instruct him where your car is and he carefully places you in the passenger seat. He settles in the drivers side, adjusting the seat and mirrors.

Curious, you pull down the visor to inspect your face. Several shades of purple cover underneath your swollen eyes, nose puffy and beet red. "Oh my god." You groan covering your face in your hands, mortified that this handsome man saw you like this. "What's in the bag, rocks?"

"No, um just clothes and some shoes. Again i'm so fucking sorry. I didn't see you, I just kinda threw my bag and then before I knew it, you're laying on the ground. I promise I'll make it up to you, anything you want. Ok?"

"Yeah, I'll think of something, just drive. Please."

Urgent Care wait times were ridiculous even in a fancy hospital like Cedars. Mystery man insisted on waiting with you and said he caused this mess and it was the least he could do.

You learn his business is expanding to California. Some big shot tech company that he had to inherit from his Dad, similar to you. He's friendly and very beautiful, tall and clearly athletic given his golden tan and toned arms. Very different from the types of men you find attractive, no leather or tattoo in sight. He's a breath of fresh air, probably not into groupies but definitely the model type.

You catch him staring a lot and you think it's because you look insane, bruised and bloodied. Definitely not because he thinks you're pretty. Definitely not. Nurses gave him nasty looks while you were met with warm smiles. When they called you into a room, he wasn't allowed inside with you, domestic abuse questions on a small card gave you a hint as to why. Even when you explained that it was all an accident, you were met with looks of sympathy and worry.

After what seemed like hours you were released with a hairline fracture to your nose, which needed no intervention. Worse of the injuries was your grade 3 sprain, four weeks of rest, which was impossible in your line of work, ice to keep swelling down, compression as well as keeping the ankle elevated.

"Oh no, they gave you crutches. Fuck, I'm so so sorry. How can I help you? Please, I feel terrible."

"Just drive me home please." You grumbled, crutches clicking against the tile as you hobbled out of the hospital. Mystery man offered to be at your beck and call for the entirety of the 4 weeks needed to heal. Do you need a drive to work? He's available. Need to pick up some groceries? He'll pay to have them delivered. Need to walk your non-existent cat? He'll be there anytime.

"Do you need help upstairs?" He asks, as he parks your car near your apartment, grabbing his bag from the backseat.

"No, I think I got it from here." You reply, opening the car door, attempting to bring your crutches out. He's helping you in a flash, forearm flexed for you to grip onto as you exit the car. "Thanks." You smile tightly, tucking the crutches under your arms.

"Um, do you think I can ….. like…..get your number? Just… just to make sure you're ok. In case you need anything. I can come over and um… help you. If not, that's ok… no worries." Red paints his cheeks and ears as he rubs the back of his neck. A shy smile plastered on his handsome face as he looked at you from under his thick lashes.

"Sure." You reply, scribbling your number on a napkin you found in your purse. You hand him the paper and his fingers graze yours as he takes it from your hand, studying the digits as if they'd disappear in thin air.

"I'm Steve by the way. Steve Harrington."

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[cestacruz]

I want to learn more about the master Artoria Au

🥹❤️❤️ueueueu

It's quite more extensive than Just the Holy Grail War

The lineup until now is

Saber: Musashi and Iori Miyamoto (Master(s) in the works)

Archer: James Moriarty (Master is Cassidy, i already posted something bout her)

Lancer: (Might be) Qin Liangyu (master in the works)

Rider: Ludwig van Beethoven (I already have her master but i refuse to post about them for now. I need dignity. I'll say two words to describe them tho: Hatsune Miku)

Caster: Zeno of Elea (no master yet)

Assassin: Hassan of the Shining Star (no master yet either) (also funnily enough, ive had Shining Star in this AU since two years ago, so imagine my surprise when he got released LMAO)

And well, Berserker: Queen Guinevere (and yknow, master Arturia)

It's sorta a modern AU but not at the same time, i'll put a cut here because its long and i ramble

It's not a Forced project to bring Arthur back like with Gray but the alternate name i use for this AU in my notes is "The Once and Future King" so...

History repeating itself sorta thing but without the doomed narrative (unless.) (Haha just kidding...) (...unle--)

The "pendragon|orkney" family does exist (as in mom(igraine)(she's alive), dad(uther)(he left them), morgan and lot, and nephews and nieces (morgan lost a bet to 5 year old arturia and had to name her kids after the knights) and more arthuriana characters are scattered around too, but they dont have an importance to the HGW part of the AU, with the exception of a few

They still call her Arturia (TECHNICALLY they call her Arthuria, because i love that name and no one will take it from me) because the few years that Uther was with them, he called Arturia "Arthur" because he wanted a boy and he couldnt cope (theres the History repeats itself motif and also misogynistic men like that still exist), so Morgan used Arthur*ia* as a nickname, and it stuck

This is where i will confess that im thinking of using a different name for Arturia, i already Kinda do in my notes. As in legal name (thinking of Aurlyn, which is similar but different enough). I would be doing the same with some of the Orkney siblings whose names would not be as common in the modern world or too obvious a reference, while still being named after the knights (Gareth would stay as Gareth cuz thats literally still a mormal name people use, but a name like Agravain or Mordred arent as common, ig. Or Gawain. And Gaheris. Actually only Gareth has a mormal fcking name)

ALSO mordred is Morgan and Lot's kid in this. No weird cloning in my modern AU. Genetics from the pendragon hit hard tho, they still look like Arturia

Actually idk what else to say rn, theres some more stuff but its escaping my mind, so little random stuff

Arturia's family has little to no mage relation currently, but they still have mage blood and sht

Also Merlin manipulated Morgan(modern) using her literal dreams, into freeing him from Avalon and he used to that hang out with little kid Arturia at the park (everyone hates him/chases him away)

The reason why Cath Palug is there is because this AU follows the F/SN timeline, which is a timeline in which Chaldeas never formed. Therefore, Fou never learned to love people, teehee. He only learned to hate Merlin and King Arthur (?)

Also theres a modern Guinevere, tho her name is literally just Gwen, and Arturia and her met during high school Time but they werent Actually classmates (think like, tournaments or trips to other school/places). I called her "arturia's high school crush" in the tags of a previous ask but they are still friends and talk a lot

And yeah , thank u and i am, Very happy that you asked bout it

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#5

Consider:

Aiden gently headbumps Lambert to show affection and love. Lambert has no idea why Aiden does it but it gives him butterflies so he just lets it happen and blushes every time. Until they’re at Kaer Morhen and someone else sees and is like “wow Aiden fell hard for you didn’t he?” and Lambert is just like “???!??!!?” *system shutdown noise*

409 notes • Posted 2021-01-13 18:04:53 GMT

(the rest under the cut cuz there are some longish fics)

#4

hello!! I wish you would write the "drunk confession" trope pls. with modern au geraskier, is possible ❤️

Ask and you shall receive! It’s not that great but I tried lol, thanks for sending this in :) no warnings except a completely wasted geralt 

“Fuck it all, you’re heavy,” Jaskier spat out. His arm wrapped around his best friend’s back and chest, a sad attempt to drag him up the stairs. Jaskier wasn’t weak by any means; he was more than used to lifting a whole human in the air when he pair-skated, but Geralt wasn’t a person. He was a fucking brick house with near-impenetrable walls, dead weight hanging off Jaskier like he didn’t even realize he was being dragged. Jaskier pulled one hand away carefully and quickly used his spare key to unlock Geralt’s apartment. He pulled the large man inside and just barely made it to the couch before his arms gave out and he dropped Geralt unceremoniously. In a perfect world he would have picked Geralt up bridal style, carried him lovingly to his bed, and tucked him in with a kiss. 

This wasn’t a perfect world, though. Even if he could lift Geralt, the other man wouldn’t want him to. Geralt didn’t want him like that, never had, probably never would. It was a fantasy Jaskier would never see come to fruition.

“Do you need anything?” Jaskier asked. Geralt looked at him with glassy eyes half lidded and shook his head. “Bullshit. I’m getting you water.” 

In the time it took him to fill a glass with water and get back to the living room, Geralt had tried to rid himself of his shirt and gotten it stuck on his head. Jaskier tsked, put the glass down, and helped unwrap the shirt from around his hair.

“Exactly how much did you have to drink?” Jaskier discarded the shirt and handed Geralt his water. He sniffed it and made a face.

“Thi-this isn’t alcohol.”

“I should hope not. Drink. And don’t dodge my question, mister!”

Geralt took a few sips and put the glass down. Jaskier was quite proud that he only spilled a little on himself in the process. 

“I just had a little...bottle…”

“A whole bottle? Of what?”

“That...that apple moonshine?” Geralt was starting to tip over slowly, so Jaskier sat next to him on the couch and propped him up with his body. He was incensed by the fact that someone, one of Geralt’s damn brothers, let him get this drunk off shift when they were supposed to be cutting people off. 

“And what possessed you to get this wasted, alone, on a Tuesday, when you have to work at noon tomorrow?”

“S’your fault.”

“My fault? I didn’t hold the bottle to your lips! Explain yourself.” Geralt stared at him with wide eyes now, and if Jaskier didn’t know better he’d say Geralt looked hurt. Emotions weren’t easy for Geralt. It had taken months before he’d even admitted that they were friends, years before he called Jaskier his best friend, and despite once drunkenly confessing to loving them, Geralt still wasn’t open to hugging him very often. It was a testament to the alcohol that Geralt looked him right in the eye and spoke the truth.

“You got engaged.”

Jaskier damn near broke his neck with how fast he whipped around to look at Geralt. “I...what?”

“Saw your post on facebook.” Upon seeing Jaskier’s blank stare Geralt sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. “The ring, Jaskier. I saw your ring.”

Jaskier’s eyes flicked down to the silver band on the ring finger of his right hand. He supposed, with the small gems embedded in the center, that it did look like it could be an engagement ring, but that still didn’t explain why Geralt was now plastered. 

“Geralt, darling, it’s on the wrong hand.”

Geralt looked at him like he��d grown a second head. “But...you always said the gays put it on the right hand?”

Jaskier snorted. “Yes, some do. And you’re one of ‘the gays’, remember? Would you like your engagement ring on the right hand?”

“You’re not engaged?” Geralt ignored his question, eyes wide and...hopeful? No, now Jaskier was the one being hopeful. It never panned out well for him. 

“No darling,” he said softly. “I’m not engaged. I still don’t understand why that would cause you to drink to excess. Were you upset that I wouldn’t tell you first?”

“No,” Geralt whined, hiding his face in his hands. “It’s just- I...I wanted it to be me.”

Oh. Jaskier felt like his heart was pounding in his chest. All these years of secretly pining after Geralt, hoping desperately that the man would feel even an ounce of the love that Jaskier felt for him, and he’d completely missed it. Geralt had been pining too.

“We-we should have this discussion tomorrow. You’re drunk.” 

“But I mean it,” Geralt said in what he thought was a whisper, but really it was more like a gentle shouting in Jaskier’s face. Jaskier placed his palm on Geralt’s cheek and stroked his thumb up and down. His best friend - his love - leaned into the touch.

“I know, dear heart. And I mean it when I say that tomorrow morning, after you’ve called out of work with a massive hangover, I promise I will tell you just how long and how much I love you.”

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418 notes • Posted 2021-01-08 14:28:32 GMT

#3

Lambden headbutting/nuzzling, anyone? warning: slight sexual innuendos

Lambert was...confused. It wasn’t an emotion he felt often, and certainly not one he enjoyed feeling, so he tried his best to push it down and act natural. Of course, Aiden was a witcher; if anyone could see right through Lambert’s emotional walls it was him. He was nice though. He gave Lambert a pass, continuing on with the conversation as if Lambert hadn’t just frozen in place, hadn’t turned away to hide his blush.

It was all Aiden’s fault really. They were sitting in front of a fire, nestled close together with their knees touching ever so slightly, chowing down on cooked rabbit. Aiden had brought a small pouch of mixed spices on the road, something he’d acquired in Toussaint after the winter, and for once their dinner wasn’t bland. Lambert had told something close to a joke, maybe too gruff and sarcastic, but Aiden still laughed hard and then...and then. He leaned over into Lambert’s personal space and nudged him with his head. Maybe nudged was the wrong word. He nuzzled, lingered there for a minute with his forehead against Lambert’s bicep. And then he was gone, offering up a witty retort. And Lambert was left to try to remember how to swallow, lest he choke on rabbit.

It became a thing of theirs. On the road, when they were walking peacefully and Aiden was standing close; as they sat by the fire at night; in their room at the inn, when they laid down for bed. Those were the nights that had Lambert crawling out of his skin, when Aiden would turn to face his back or chest (whatever was right in front of him) and nuzzle his bare skin. It sent prickles down Lambert’s spine. He laid awake longer than normal those nights, listening to the wind against the building mingled with the soft, calming sound of Aiden’s slow heart beat. Trying to figure out what it all meant, or if it meant anything at all. Maybe it wasn’t that deep.

“Come with me,” Lambert whispered one night when Aiden curled up against his chest, half asleep. It probably wasn’t the best time to ask but Lambert was significantly less brave when it came to matters of the heart. Aiden stirred, unusually bright green eyes fluttering open to look at him.

“What was that, pup?”

“Come with me to Kaer Morhen. Winter with me.”

A lazy but fond smile stretched across his plush lips. “You really mean it? You want to introduce a bastard Cat to your brothers?”

“Fuck ‘em, it’s not about them.” It was mostly true - he couldn’t deny that the idea of his brothers approving of Aiden made his heart swell, but if they didn’t like Aiden, that was their problem. “It’s about...us.”

“Us?” Aiden smirked, quirking his eyebrow.

“Our friendship!” He said quickly. “We always meet up in the spring, and it’d be easier if I didn’t have to search for your sneaky ass.”

“You search for me, do you?” He was definitely fucking with him now, and Lambert shoved him gently.

“Quit dodging the question, kitty cat. Are you coming or not?”

“You tell me,” Aiden purred. He cackled at the blush that crept over Lambert’s cheeks. “Yes, of course I’m coming. About time you asked.”

“Okay. Well, that’s - okay.” Lambert willed his heart to settle down. Aiden silently curled up against him again, conversation over, and Lambert tried not to think much about it. Aiden flirted with everyone. On one memorable occasion he got so drunk he even flirted with a chair. It was just who he was. It meant nothing.

Then Aiden wrapped an arm around his waist and softly nuzzled his cheek back and forth over Lambert’s heart, making soft sighing noises until he slowed and eventually fell asleep.

Lambert didn’t sleep at all that night.

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As expected, his brothers hadn’t been overly excited about meeting Aiden. They hadn’t been rude, at least, and if they stared at the two with curiosity Lambert chose to ignore it. His growing feelings for Aiden aside, he didn’t want Geralt and Eskel’s assumptions to make his friend uncomfortable.

Vesemir was less pleasant, displaying only as much politeness as was necessary to not piss Lambert off, but even he had a certain look in his eyes when Aiden got too close, too physically affectionate with Lambert. It wasn’t judgemental exactly. It still made him itch. Did he need to wear a sign that read “we’re just friends you fuckers”? He was strongly considering it.

“How do you tolerate the cold?” Aiden said one night after dinner. They sat around the hearth, a warm fire blazing, and even that didn’t seem enough for the Cat. He was used to traveling in warmer areas. Lambert could relate - the keep was often far too cold for his liking.

“At least you’ll be under your furs soon,” Eskel offered. Having bonded over which monsters they’d fucked in the past, they seemed on better terms. Geralt silently passed Aiden a bottle of liquor to warm him up.

“It’s cold there, too. Big empty bed with nobody to keep me warm,” he grumbled, downing a shot and passing the bottle back with a nod of thanks.

“Why don’t you sleep with me?”

Lambert regretted the words almost as soon as they left his mouth. Geralt and Eskel both shot him looks, and even Vesemir, half asleep in a chair, raised his eyes curiously. Lambert could feel his cheeks burning.

Aiden ignored them all. “I’d love to, pup. You’re a furnace.” He stood and stretched, shirt riding up to reveal brown skin and a soft, dark trail of hair that disappeared below his waist line. Lambert pointedly looked away, aware that all eyes were on him. Lambert stood with him.

“Let me go grab my furs and I’ll meet you in your room.” Aiden leaned over and nuzzled him like he always did when they parted, whether for five days or five months. It was his thing. He flashed Lambert a gentle smile and left without another word.

“Well fuck,” Geralt snorted. “He’s gone, isn’t he?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Lambert snapped.

“Come on Lambert,” Eskel sighed deeply. “You’ve done a good job playing dumb until now, but you can’t hide it any longer. We all know what that head bumping thing means.”

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502 notes • Posted 2021-04-04 15:18:36 GMT

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awkward encounters

The geraskier “first words your soulmates say to you are tattooed on your arm” trope, but Geralt and Jaskier both have some rather awkward words. warning: suggestively horny toward the end

tagging: @geraskier-trashh @honeysuckletook @kueble

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Jaskier was in his element. The room was warm, everyone too drunk to give much notice to their sweaty bodies. Jaskier was only vaguely aware of his own body, more in tune with the alcohol and his dancing partner. Priscilla laughed as she grabbed his hand and spun him around, dipping him dramatically with a wide smile. He couldn’t stop himself from giggling. He was at a club, buzzed and happy with his best friend. What could be better than this? 

At one point in the night Priscilla pulled him close, pressed her lips to his ear, and said “that man keeps looking at you.” She pointed behind him and sure enough a man leaning against the bar kept stealing glances, although Jaskier noted that he also seemed to be staring intently at some place beyond Jaskier. He was...well, gorgeous almost didn’t seem like enough. His long white hair was pulled back in a high bun with a few strands falling over his face. He was built like a tank, all hard muscles accentuated by a tight black t-shirt and even tighter pants. Jaskier would blame the alcohol for how hard he ogled the man, but he had to admit that even sober Jaskier would be drooling at the sight of such a beautiful creature. 

The man turned to say something to the bartender, an equally built man, and glanced back, though this time he looked irritated and was definitely trying to see around Jaskier. He shrugged and turned back to his best friend. An absolute God he may be, but he didn’t seem interested in Jaskier, and he had no intention of chasing a man tonight. 

Drunk on vodka and euphoria, the gravelly voice suddenly loud in his ear made him jump.

“Move, baby slut.”

“Well fuck you too!” He shot back, whipping around to face his opponent. Something was nudging at the back of his head, trying to tell him something important, but his head was beginning to spin and his hip...why did his hip feel so hot? The man in question, the super hot man from the bar, let his irritation slip and stared at Jaskier with wide eyes.

“What?” Jaskier demanded. 

“I-I need to apprehend someone. Please move. Except don’t - don’t go far. Stay.”

For some unknown reason Jaskier stepped out of the way but still obeyed, staying where he was. The man moved past him and he watched as he approached the sleazy man who’d been slinking around the club all night, leering at random women. The man grabbed him by the arm and wordlessly dragged him away, presumably to throw him out.

“Jaskier. Jaskier!” Priscilla snapped in his face.

“Fuck, I’m listening, what?”

“Your words! That man said your words.” She placed a hand on his right hip for emphasis and Jaskier’s eyebrows shot up. Oh. That’s why his hip felt like it was burning. It was him.

His soulmate. 

He didn’t have much time to process that before he felt a hand gently pat his arm and he spun around to face his soulmate. The man looked sheepish.

“Sorry about...that.”

“Which part?” Jaskier teased. To his great pleasure the man blushed, barely visible in the darkened room.

“Um, both I guess? For my behavior and- um, and the words.”

Jaskier laughed and pulled his shirt up, shorts slightly down, to reveal those words tattooed on his skin. He never minded them. His parents may have hated them but they always made him laugh. 

“Oh, I don’t mind them so much! I should be apologizing for mine. That couldn’t have been a fun phrase to carry around with you.” 

“It was...something. I kind of thought-” He cut himself off and looked down, embarrassed. He seemed like such a different man now, no longer the slightly intimidating, gruff man who’d watched him from the bar. He looked softer now. “I’m Geralt.”

“Geralt, it’s an absolute pleasure to finally meet you. The name’s Jaskier.” On a whim he reached out and took Geralt’s hand. “Now, why don’t you finish that sentence.”

“...Fine. Come with me.” Geralt gripped his hand tighter and pulled him to an isolated part of the bar, close to the door the bartender entered and exited from. Jaskier felt like he probably shouldn’t be standing there but Geralt seemed at ease. “I kind of thought my soulmate would hate me. Because of the words.”

“Oh Geralt,” Without thinking, Jaskier placed his hand softly on Geralt’s cheek. Before he had time to worry that he’d overstepped Geralt was leaning into the touch, eyes fluttering. “I don’t hate you at all. I’m quite happy to have finally found the man who called me baby slut,” he laughed. 

Again Geralt blushed, this time much deeper. “Your shorts…”

It was only then that Jaskier remembered the outfit he was wearing. A long-sleeved crop top, fishnet stockings, and tight shorts that read “baby slut” on the ass. They were a gag gift from Priscilla, and although Jaskier thought they were ridiculous he kept wearing them in the hopes that some random person would comment on them. He’d all but given up hope but kept wearing them because they made his ass look great.

“I didn’t realize you were looking,” he purred. Geralt was positively red by now.

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Ranma 2/4

Yup... I’m doing it... yes this how I plan, shut up

Part One: Chapters 1-12

Genderfluid Ranma Saotome

Bisexual Akane Tendo

BAMF!Akane if it kills me

More modern America take on LGBTQIA+ themes

Bisexual Ryoga Hibiki

Fuck the Kunos

Full Series AU because I am a fool who doesn’t know restraint

Magic Rules are a thing

I am actually going to keep a consistent timeline if it kills me

I have a PLAN

Very Minor changes to the actual plot cuz economics

Bad Parenting is addressed

Harassment is Addressed

I will make them acknowledge Physics/Medical because I’m an asshole

Pulling from both the Anime and the Manga

Still working through the Manga as I plot

Friendly reminder that Genma is crap

Friendly reminder that Nodoka is crazy

Poor Mousse

Soun Tendo TRIES really hard but grief fucking sucks

Nabiki is morally grey

Toxic Shampoo

Kasumi gets Character Development or so help me

polyship cuz surprises

I promise I do love this anime

I’m just stunned that so many people didn’t get a lot of character development

Actual fucking ENDING

I do actually hate Shampoo tho

I watch dubs

Ranma slowly starts using they/them pronouns vs switching

Ranma wears a bra, fuck you

Yes I’m using 2020 LGBT stuff BUT I will keep the tech as close to the 90s as I can (tho fair warning I was BORN in the 90s)

Toxic Masculinity addressed (yes I mean Ranma’s)

Ranma is awkward as hell

bc that’s what happens when you isolate a child, Genma!

Also, they spent closer to 1-2 months in China bc of how many things happen while they’re there

Homophobic/Transphobic Language

Ranma uses Ranko WAY more often cuz it makes sense

Tatewaki is actually not as stupid as he is in canon, but he’s worse

Kodachi… on the other hand... IS stupid

Canon Heights are used (hence the “actual magic” tag, it’s how Kuno explains it and is still wrong)

Ranma is a shitty liar, and trusts his friends (kinda)

I’ve never like Shampoo, I don't hide that

While reading the manga I’ve realized how often Ranma wears a hat in the early chapters

I love it

Laws Exist

Rule Enforcement

Adults aren’t useless

Demiromantic Ranma

Ace/Demisexual Ranma (I haven’t decided yet)

Demiromantic Akane

Pansexual Ryoga

YES Akane is Bisexual AND Demiromantic. It’s a thing!

Genma is a sonnova bitch and piece o shit

Diasuke x Hiroshi

Sayuri x Yuka

Polyamory discussions

Hiroshi x Yuka

Protective Ranma

Protective Akane

Protective Ryoga

Tendos adopt Ryoga bc they care

Cologne sucks, I didn’t realize that was justified until now

Minor Anime over Manga Arc Choices

People aren’t oblivious those around Ranma a lot pick up on the transformation thing (eventually)

Ryoga’s crush on Akane turns into something normal, I may be ~Aro but even I know that’s bad

The “Akane Can’t Cook” Joke was funny once or twice; NOT the whole series Akane learns to cook

WAY fucking sooner than she did in the Anime

Look, I get the stereotype but it’s NOT funny!

Manga Chapt6Pt3 cover gave me too many ideas for what I want to do to Ryoga & IDK how I feel (Tiny pigtailed girl Ryoga is just too cute that I want to drop him the niángnìquán)

I will use Wiki-Mandarin-Spellings for Jusenkyo Springs cuz I don’t understand a lick of Chinese

Certain Arcs will be skipped entirely because I HATED THEM (any time they showed up)!

YEET Tea Ceremony Arc(s), mainly cuz an outsider I didn’t get it like I’m sure I was supposed to

If I could just kill Happosai I would, but I can’t

Expect him to be VERY dead/gone post-Canon

Fair warning tho cuz I hate him more than I hate Shampoo or Cologne

Shampoo still sucks

I wish the scene w Hiro/Dai was in the Anime cuz it’s hilarious

Ranma’s hat is back! I love it!

Is… is Ranma ADHD or is that me projecting again?

God, these two are hopeless dorks

Was someone going to TELL me that Ranma’s classmates figured out the transformation BEFORE the Romeo thing or was I just supposed to sit there stunned when it happened?!?

Goddammit, I hate Romeo and Julliet

I don’t mean the ep, I mean the play/movie/etc cuz my school years have done it 1.6 million times that I just can’t stand it anymore

Gosunkugi… wtf is wrong with you?

STILL hate this play

I’m American, ok

this has been shoved down my throat since I was 8 so It never occured to me that Ranma not knowing Romeo & Julliet at all wouldn’t be weird

Ranma learns his lines (kinda)

Kuno is 600% the reason they go off script

...And Gosunkugi being creepy af

TBH where they go off script (like Akane’s sleep scene) I’ll probs redo purely cuz I know this play

Still hate this play

Lol, tape ain’t a thing, that’s hilarious

Ranma kissing Kuno, yes

Akane kissing Ranma, NO

It’s called FAKING it

You either get over it or learn to fake it

Is it wrong that it’s tempting to get rid of P-chan in chapt8?

Don’t answer that… I know it is

Akane you need to learn to trust Ranma

Like seriously… that’s the 1 thing that drove me batty

100% going for the Anime version of the Japanese Speong of Drowned Man cuz it’s funnier

(I’m still tempted to change Ryoga)

Since the Cookie thing came before any comment about Akane’s cooking (Anime) I just figured Ranma was like me and can’t eat a ton of processed sugar (yes, make you that sick) so... HEADCANON!!

But Ranma’s still awkward af talking about it

Yup, subbing out Sasuke for Gosunkugi

Ranma not realizing his dad was committing crimes NEEDS to be handled better

I see angst potential

Ukyo is def still cis-fem, that point at least works

Ukyo’s dad is NOT in the clear here

Friendly reminder that Genma TOLD Mr. Kuonji that Ranma had a fiancée

Jealous Ranma’s fun

Ranma… just cuz you’ve 6.5k fiancé doesn’t mean everyone does

I’m just saying, Ryoga only falls for Ranma

Is Ranma wearing a binder while cursed bad? I honestly don’t know…

Poor Ranma, I’d DIE!

Obvs changing the rules of the pill from “first person of the opp sex”

I’m thinking “first person you’d be attracted to” cuz it’s nice and inclusive and won’t make someone fall for someone they wouldn’t normally

I’m just tryin’ to avoid some gayboy from fallin’ for a girl or some straight girl fallin’ for a girl

I mean Ranma’s still gonna Insta Cologne

Rule gets stricter the longer the pill lasts

also incest needs to be excluded

Look, I am NOT condoning Mousse’s obsession

but Shampoo still sucks

Is me making Tsubasa mtf bad?

Someone tell me cuz I’m not sure

I think I accidentally made Ukyo transphobic… oops

Redemption? Hopefully, idk yet

Do you realize how much anti LGBT shit I have to work through?!?

Tsubasa’s issue is 600% that she’s a lesbian so Ranma being a guy (even sometimes) weirds her out which for the record is FINE since they haven’t been dating at all & Ranma didn’t tell her!

The ½ white ½ brown dog IS actually Ryoga’s?!?

I didn’t know I needed this!

Also she’s staying!

Is Sasuke an Anime character?!?! Idk how I feel about this…

Ranma is a little shit & I love it

My idea may’ve been wrong (and Ranma!) but I love the idea had that I’m tempted do it anyway

Alright, Ranma is def going too far… even I can admit that

I’m quite sad this arc wasn’t animated

I don’t know which one I want! Kuno sick vs sneezing cat?

I can’t pick!

They’re both perfect!

Yup, Shampoo is evil

Akane… tone down the weapons kay?

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I WAS TRYING VERY HARD NOT TO GO ALL DGM BUT! top 5 dgm characters?

YOU CAN GO ALL THE DGM YOU WANT TO GO, Its not a problem at all! ⋆Ask me my “TOP 5” anything! LETS GO!5 - Lenalee Lee- I appreciate Lenalee now so much more than I used to appreciate, before. To be completely honest, she’s still very much a stereotypical female character of a shounen manga, but I do feel like Lenalee always had more Heart than other female characters filling the same stereotypical roles, on other shounen mangas (I’m thinking of Ky.oko on KHR, Sak/ura on Tsub.asa, even Urara.ka from BNHA). Its hard to explain now, but lots of things feel like Lenalee, rather than feeling like “heres the main girl from this almost all male cast”. Now I can understand her character arc and how it was about protecting her kindness on a cruel, cruel world, instead of assuming a cold, unbothered facade. On the moments she cried, it felt natural and even brave to do so. Its crazy to think that not every exorcist is absolutely overwhelmed with their depressing missions, and seeing Lenalee letting it all out feels refreshing, and it feels very her, too. She’s sensitive and a gentle soul who’s endured a lot and knows she’s endured a lot. And even though she’s brave and strong cuz she had to become brave and strong, her kindness is still very much her priority. When she sheds tears saying “welcome home” to Allen before they enter the Ark is… Is the Soul of DGM, you know what I mean? That one moment is DGM’s very own Soul.4 - LulubellUNLIKE! YOU! I really loved the anime, it was my defining anime, when I was growing up. And I do love how they explored Lulu’s character. I think she’s super Cool, man, the kinda side character that you fall in love with and dedicate yourself thinking about just on solely the very few moments she has. I love her power and I think it was one of the best ways I saw that kind of power being nicely explored on a villain (the “Changing your appearance” type). She’s cool, elegant, seems to be analytical and intelligent, all of that while being Lust and without (at least for a long time on the manga) being sexualized. 13 year old me Loved Her and dedicated a lot of Brain Power thinking about her and shipping her with Tyki.

 3 - Allen WalkerI Love Allen’s character! (Or Allie, if you prefer!); I love their kindness, and how, ultimately, their kindness is their strength. This has been explored time and time again on so many shounen mangas but I dont think it has ever been so well done as with Allen on DGMS’s first 9 volumes. I mean, Akumas are some of the fucking worst and most Cruel Creations as enemies on a shounen, and Allen wants?? To save them?? Has always wanted. Allen always respected them and Felt for them, out of their empathy for their souls and for the Loss they represent. Those feelings take So Much, so much out of them, and you feel it! You feel it while they cry about their resolution to save them, right on Crowley’s arc, and their cursed eye evolves, on volume 4. You feel that no one is with Allen on this, and they know. They keep on persevering to save as much as they can, how much they can, even when they’re fighting lost battles. The second volume with the Doll arc, represented that very well, and you could see how unreasonable Allen’s self sacrificing ways felt. Their dialogue with Kanda “We are destroyers, not savers” - “Then I wanna be a destroyer that can save”, so heartfelt, so stupid and so humble. Allen’s self sacrificial ways inevitably makes people around them Suffer, but they cant get rid of this trait because its their Core one. Its what drives DGM as such a humane, empathetic story, how you feel for the Fallen, for the Akumas, even for the Noahs, and you’re right to feel so, cuz Allen drives the story and they try everything to save (and feel for, and respect) lost causes. Something about Allen and their amount of kindness feels so, so, ultimately tragic.2 - Lavi Bookman Jr.One drawing I have of Lavi without his bandana was one of the first drawings Ive ever felt completely proud of, when I made it on seventh grade. I feel like Lavi’s character is almost entirely done on his very own character design. He’s so beautiful and daring and Cool, ya know? Something about him is so fucking chill. When we found out later he’s a Distant person who needs to dissociate from everything around him, naturally, almost by profession, it feels like him, too. How he’s so airy and calm when literally the Worst Fucking things are happening around. How he’s capable of smiling every time, even at the face of the worst situations. Bravery? No, our boy is a fucking coward. Its just Pure Dissociation (and a little bit of self hate).

I feel like Lavi always had those depths we can almost  touch out of how well they seem to come out of his character but… We never really got to see them entirely, and well executed and we probably never will. He was Hoshino’s first protagonist on one of her first ideas, so I think thats why she could give off that feeling on Lavi’s character. She knows him and have always knew him, better than us, and this is why he feels so real, but she will, ultimately never be able to tell his story on the way she probably meant to. 

And that shit hurts, but thanks for the memories, Hoshino. which is incidentally the fall out boy song I associate with Lavi, along with carpal tunnel of love.

1 - Kanda Yu,

Hey, I love my man. 

I could be done with only this phrase, but lets try to drive this car to memory road. Yu was the first character I headcanoned as something like trans/non binary without even knowing those terms. (again, confused 13 years old.) I remember reading tidbits of something that I realize now and only now, was hentai and it depicted Yu with breasts and I remember thinking “ah, cool, this might as well be.” or something, anyway yeah, fucked up that I was trying to read that, but I feel like it drives my point home about how I feel towards him. I liked his appearance a lot the way it was and felt it was kinda unnecessary when Hoshino made a point to draw him less pretty, androgynous boy and more manlish like on his face. But of course, nostalgia might be playing a factor into this. 

Kanda is just so fucking cool, u know? The way I like him so much is almost unreasonable. I like his clothes, I liked his weapon, I liked his Innocence powers, I liked his boots (to this day I headcanon he is the kind of guy who wears only boots on a modern day AU), I loved (loved) his introductory arc, with the Singing Doll, and his phrase “we’re destroyers, not savers” was said with so much … grief. It’s not like he wants to look cool in front of Allen, that was the phrase of somebody who witnessed so much loss and destruction, he got used to it, it was a warning from Kanda to Allen. The thing is that exorcists technically are saviors, they are the good guys and the world needs them. So Kanda telling this to Allen was indicative of some major shit he’s probably been through while going through missions and trying to save people. He always felt like the kind of character that was an asshole because he needed to become one (plus just his natural lack of social skills). Ever since the beginning, I had my eye on him He was very effortlessly cool cuz he honestly didnt give a shit to anybody else, as this lonesome character; and his disagreements with Allen felt very real and in place. Their personalities and attitudes just didn’t match and it created a good symmetry of having Lenalee and Lavi as their best friends and the people they had a soft spot for. Not gonna lie, the Lavi/Yu ship is a HUGE REASON as to why those two are in my thoughts even to this day. They completed each other effortlessly, by personalities; and Lavi was the only one to call Kanda “Yu” while Kanda called him “stupid rabbit”, it was nice, ok? also they were closer in age … Loved them so much, even their seyuus used to ship them. 

Anyway, Kanda up until like … volume 17 of DGM was 9/10, one of the most important characters in my life, just so you know.