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junicai · 3 years

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Relationship with WAYV

➣ KUN ☾ karia

if it wasn’t for dotae potentially coming to kill him, he would steal aria into wayv

he’s the cool dad?

they can’t spend a lot of time together because none of their schedules match up, but aria takes every third or so weekend out to come have dinner in the wayv dorms

she’s surprisingly close to the china line, and its a combination of ten dragging her to his dorm for an entire month and them just kinda adopting her when they realized she was a foreigner as well

yuta can fight them, she’s one of them now

he doesn’t like to baby her a lot, and she really appreciates the break from being the “maknae” so to speak

however does that stop him from giving her the forehead kithes? no

aria sad? forehead kith

aria mad? forehead kith

aria smad? forehead kith + kuddles (kun cuddles)

he has sent her a passive agressive text when he found out that she wasn’t eating enough again and had almost passed out

but he finished it with a heart so its ok

if she isn’t smiling at all times, someone will die

aria feels like she can trust him with a lot; that no matter what she tells him, he’ll never out her or make fun of her

kun actually took a two-week online course to learn how to make traditional japanese dishes when aria mentioned missing her parents

he originally was going to learn how to make irish dishes, but he changed his mind after seeing what they were

“im not giving my kids boiled cabbage and mashed potatoes what kind of post world war-”

wants to give her a chinese name but hasn’t yet because he hasn’t found the one that fits her right and he wants it to be perfect

aria teaches him japanese phrases in exchange for him teaching her a little bit of mandarin

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria saw kun’s back as she entered the practice room, the man standing with three other members in the centre of the floor before the choreographer came in to start their practice. coming up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, peeking her head around from where she was. “hi!” she smiled brightly.

“hi,” ten chuckled, showing her the camera that had just filmed all of that.

➣ TEN ☾ tenaria

Whipped(TM)

so so gone for her its upsetting actually

yangyang and aria share the position of his baby

except aria willingly accepts the title while yangyang would rather fling himself from a rooftop

ten’s instagram is half his cats, half miyazu aria

he posts her dancing practice on his story a lot, with a variety of captions ranging from “thats my baby ♡( ◡‿◡ )” to “yah that’s not right...(눈_눈)”

such an enabler for her bad ideas

aria wants to go shopping at 4am? ten agrees, now they’re sitting by han river eating ice cream

pls he’s gonna get her in so much trouble one day

when they walk together, ten likes to take her hand and put it in his pocket

its under the pretense of not wanting her to get lost

he just wants to hold her hand

yes he has lost her in a shopping mall, and NO it wasn’t his fault

ten always complains that they never have schedules together and he misses his baby

“we have superm-” “I NEVER SEE YOUUUU (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ”

if they’re in the same room ten is either watching her out of the corner of his eye, or is actually wrapped around her like a boa constrictor

hugs n kithes all around

only he is allowed make fun of her mistakes in dancing

anyone else gets deaded. he will fight for her honor how dare you insult his baby

sm give these ttwo a dancing duo video pls

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

the first and only time aria and ten had a duet was during their last concert on superm’s first world tour. during the second half of ten’s solo performance, aria emerged from the left side of the stage, coming to join him in the centre stage. no one had ever seen aria as serious as she was then, both herself and ten becoming completely different people in the moment. midway through, aria spun with her back to ten and leaped backwards into the air - eyes closed - completely trusting ten to be where she needed him to be to catch her.

➣ WINWIN ☾ winria

a love hate relationship at its finest

they don’t actually hate each other it’s just really funny to pretend that they do (especially because yuta complains that 2 of his favourite people aren’t getting along)

winwin is so savage towards aria but it’s ok she claps back twice as hard

at first, before czennies had seen enough of their dynamic they thought that they actually did hate each other

but that’s not true they just don’t know how to express, affection, without brutally insulting the other with a loving tone

they are, surprisingly, the most stable pairing in 127 - they have a dynamic and rarely stray from that, which is a good comfort for the fans

despite what they might say to each other, they don’t mean any of it - and winwin has been seen several times raising his eyebrows with a questioning look at aria to make sure she wasn’t taking any of his playful jabs to heart

oh god the flexibility

the entirety of nct is terrified of them

the day sm gives them a circus act is the day that kun and taeyong have a heart attack

quietly supportive of each other - catch aria “playing” with a water bottle and not getting up to get it when it conveniently rolls across the floor and into winwin’s leg

he makes sure to save some new chinese sweets whenever the wayv members get packages from their familes, and sneak it into aria’s room before the managers can catch her breaking her diet

not really physically affectionate with each other, which played into czennies idea that they didn’t like each other but aria cleared it up in a vlive

“winwinnie and I, well. we don’t hug a lot because i know he doesn’t like it as much as i might, so i try to show him i care with other things :)”

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

winwin and aria going in to each other on knowing brothers, to the point where the mc’s had their eyes popping out of their head and waved about to stop the segment before aria could start attacking winwin’s cooking methods-

nothing is off limits when it comes to them

➣ LUCAS ☾ arihei

besties

please they’re so cute together - tol child next to tini child she barely comes up to his chest :(

bear hugs

he just swamps her in his arms, and when he doesn’t feel like being bent over he picks her up

complains that she’s too heavy but then immediately after will throw her around like a softball

someone tell this man to be careful with her she’s not a barbie doll

singular braincell energy

don’t get it wrong, they’re both super smart

so it’s just - being smort together, but then nearly dying because neither of them remembered that you couldn’t eat raw cookie dough when there are eggs in it

she adores how he’s so confident in the things that he does - like convincing the entire nct fandom that he was fluent in english? king behaviour

so aria looks up to him (literally) but also because she wants to have that confidence some day

lucas says they’re not close and then aria pouts and he takes it all back

nczennies made a 14 minute compilation titled “lucas melting like a popsicle in australia for aria”

and literally what the title tells you, this man goes :(( when he sees her

lucas was actually the person to convince her to go ahead with the [redacted] proposal - and reminded her that it was too good an opportunity to pass up just because she felt like she was outgrowing the boys

he’s so proud of her

and she’s so proud of him

they’re so proud of each other and it makes nczennies want to cry because they never are seen together

sm stop separating the platonic soulmates first markhyuck and now arihei smh

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

during a photoshoot, aria was standing off to the side of the boys, dressed in white suit to contrast the boys’ black ones. the photographer was calling out to her to get her to move closer, but she couldn’t hear him from so far away, and so lucas (who was on the end) just walked over to her, gripped her by the biceps and lifted her vertically and to the left a little bit.

“luc-LUCAS?”

“you had to move :)”

➣ XIAOJUN ☾ arijun

honestly these two aren’t super close, just because their schedules never matched up until the NCT 2020 promotions

even when aria was dragged to the wayv dorms, xiaojun kept his distance from her because he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable

even so, when they were filming Make A Wish together, they seemed comfortable enough around each other

there was a mutual agreement to not try fill the silence with awkward small talk, so they sat in silence when left alone together

they’re both shy :( someone needs to get them to talk to each other :(

even so, aria was all supportive smiles and thumbs-up when she saw him getting nervous before their first public stage as the unit

he was a little intimidated of her at first, but also really curious about how she was holding her own against the other members

not only physically, but her vibes are tiny let the man be concerned ok

his first impression of aria was just: small quiet? she was sitting apart from the other boys in the practice room, and he almost wanted to go over and ask her if she was ok; before she was approached by donghyuck and her face broke into a bright smile

aria’s first impression of xiaojun was: eyebrows he was really handsome? at first, she thought he was in the wrong room, seeing as the SM modeling auditions were happening in the next room down

any arijun shippers are starved of content im so sorry guys

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

currently still up for debate between the fandom :(

➣ HENDERY ☾ aridery

ah these two

you might as well sign a waiver if you decide to do anything with them, because they can and will get you killed

kun can testify

ten’s the enabler but hendery is the do-er

super giggly around each other, for no reason at all

hendery could pick up and throw a basketball and suddenly aria’s on the floor in literal stitches

have a secret code

no seriously

they don’t text in words, they just send various reaction memes and a colourful variety of emojis to convey emotions and scenarios

it’s become quite a beautiful language actually

got some nice proverbs in there

they’re like, cousins but the ones you only see at family reunions but get so hype to see them

that energy

asides from the chaotic, murderous vibes they possess as a duo

hendery knows what it’s like to miss home, to miss your parents, etc etc

and so he tries to make aria feel as home as possible - especially with wayv, because they’re all foreigners who know how she feels

whenever he gets packages from his parents who have sent things over, he always makes sure to keep some of the small treats/sweets back for aria

1. because he knows she’ll appreciate the thought and she gives good hugs

2. because he knows she’s on a diet constantly and never allowed eat these things when she’s in the dorms with managers around

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

filming the Resonance “Wish” event, aria was put in a skimpy minimalistic mock-suit to differentiate from the others’ clothes. unfortunately, that left aria with a little too much shoulder and chest on display than she would like, and she was noticeably uncomfortable with her clothes, constantly pulling it up and even going so far as to just hold it with her hands.

hendery saw this, and knew he was finished filming his segment for the time being, so he pulled off his own jacket and tossed it over to aria, who caught it with a grateful smile. “thank you,” she mouthed to him, tugging the dark blue material over her shoulders.

➣ YANGYANG ☾ ariyang

aria. has 9 days of age on this boy and will never let him forget it

“respect your elders you brat” “9. DAYS.”

european pals

they feel so cultured when they get asked about europe, and then are kindly reminded by hendery that A. Germany started 2 world wars, and B. Ireland was just a British colony until 100 years ago.

they both hit him for that

aria teaching him curse words in irish and yangyang teaching her curse words in german? more likely than you’d think

they met before yangyang’s debut was announced, in a practice room that had let them accidentally overlap their practice times

instead of working it out between them, they actually just started to alternate their songs - and the other gave them some good, constructive criticism

most of the time

when they found out they were going to be in 90s Love together, they were so happy

it was going to be their first official schedule together

all the behind-the-scenes videos are just aria and yangyang being children and then ten coming over and cooing at them

they love ten, but they will trash talk the man behind his back

yangyang confessed to her that he sometimes feels nervous when speaking korean, like he’s going to make a big mistake

so she tries her best to teach and correct him where she can, and make him as comfortable as possible

if you look at any of the 90s Love promotions - aria is always beside yangyang

he bit her ear once

she doesn’t know why and he won’t tell her

but now when she makes fun of him, he threatens to do it again

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria skating onto the rink during filming, and yangyang following her because she promised to teach him how to skate backwards.

“ok just, think like you’re leading with your heels. press your knees in, and push outwards, with you-no no that’s forwards. go backwards yangyang.”

“no no no thats a WALL YANGYANG STOP-”

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actress4him · 3 years

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Bonus Whumptober Content Part 2

Original Whumptober fic here

Bonus Content Part 1 here

Find it all on AO3 here

Thanks for all of the support on the last chapter! I appreciate each and every one of the likes and reblogs and follows I’ve gotten.

Tagging @outtacommission again because Keith would not have been resurrected from the dead without his bribery.

Here is chapter 3 of this fic... see you next week for the conclusion!

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: referenced amputation, blood mention, referenced broken bones, self-esteem issues, suicide ideation, death mention, nightmares, abandonment issues

When he woke again, he was lying back down on the pillow, staring up at the blank white ceiling. For one, blissful moment, he didn’t remember the events leading up to him passing out again. But it all came crashing down on him an instant later, taking his breath away.

My leg.

My leg, my leg.

My arm, my face, my leg.

“Keith?” Shiro’s voice was quiet, tentative. Not like him. “Are you awake?”

He wanted to roll over on his side and ignore him. Close his eyes, maybe go back to sleep, pretend that the world and this nightmare didn’t exist for a little while longer. The only reason he refrained was because he wasn’t sure if his stupid, wrecked body could actually manage it.

“What did you do to me?” It was only a whisper, and as slurred as it was, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it was impossible to understand.

Shiro’s breath hitched audibly. If Keith had been looking at his face, he was sure he wouldn’t like the anguished expression that he would see there. But at that moment, he didn’t have the capacity to care.

“Do you want me to...explain...how it...happened?”

No. Yes. He didn’t know. He needed to know why him losing a leg had been the best option, but at the same time he wasn’t sure if he could handle hearing about it. In the end, he just lifted one shoulder - the one that actually listened and responded right away - in a shrug.

Shiro shifted in his seat, leaning forward so just the tip of his white bangs were in Keith’s periphery. “I already told you that you...died. On that planet. So when we got back to the Castle, you dying again was a distinct possibility. We...it’s like Fallenta said. We had to get you into a pod, even though your...your left arm was broken, and your knees, especially, were a mess from where the console landed on them.”

He paused, rubbing his palms together. “We didn’t know what would happen. I was scared to death that some of those breaks wouldn’t be able to be fixed after the pod. I mean, we were headed to Tellima, but…” His head dropped. “We had no choice. That hole in your stomach...you were dying.”

Keith could almost imagine it - the frantic atmosphere in the infirmary, the blood everywhere, the desperate conversations escalating into shouts as they debated on what to do. He had no doubt that he really had been dying, that they had made the choice they thought was best. He just wasn’t sure if he agreed with that choice.

“When you came out of the pod, once the stomach wound was healed enough for you to be stable, Fallenta started working on re-breaking the bones so that they could be set correctly. It was...awful.” The shudder was obvious in his voice. “I’m glad she was able to do it, of course, but I’m also glad that you were unconscious the whole time. Your arm was relatively easy. Your left knee...it took her hours. It was in so many tiny little pieces. And your right…”

Automatically Keith flinched at the reminder of what was no longer there. Of the scarred, chopped off stump that lay just underneath the blanket, and the way his leg just...ended. He could see the void where the rest of it should have been even now, if he were to look down. He was purposely avoiding it.

Shiro heaved a huge sigh. “Unfortunately, your right knee was shattered in a way that had been blocking the circulation in your lower leg the whole time. The tissue down there was...dead.” He paused again. “Keith, I’ve...trust me, I’ve gone ‘round and ‘round in my head ever since we...trying to figure out if there was something I could have done differently. And...I don’t think there was. We did what we had to do to save your life. I’m just...I’m sorry that we couldn’t save your leg, too.”

His leg was gone.

Would he ever be able to walk again? Could they find a prosthetic for him like Shiro had, that worked as well as the real thing? Even if they did, how long would it take him to get used to walking on it? Just walking, not even counting anything like running, jumping, fighting.

Fighting was what he did. It was the one and only thing besides flying that he was good at. He was crap with a gun, he couldn’t sit up in a sniper’s nest like Lance. He needed to be able to move. If he couldn’t, even just for the time that it took to learn how with a new leg and an arm that only half worked...

They’d replace him. What good was a paladin who was crippled? Who couldn’t pull his weight? As soon as Red woke up and found out what happened to him she would realize that he was useless now. And the Princess, the rest of the team...they already knew it. They were probably already looking for a new Red Paladin. How long would it be until they dropped him off on Earth, or on some Coalition planet? Probably as soon as he was healed enough. They didn’t have time to keep taking care of an invalid, they had a universe to save.

They did. Not him. Not anymore.

“Should’ve left me there.”

There was dead silence for a moment.

“What?”

Keith tipped his head back further into the pillow, eyes roving over the featureless ceiling as if he’d see something new. “I tol’ you not to come. I tol’ you to leave me there. You didn’t listen.”

“And now you’re alive.”

“Yeah, but why?”

“Keith…”

His hands fisted in the blanket, jaw clenched in sudden fury. “Don’t ‘Keith’ me. Why, Shiro? Why am I alive? What is the point? You know what all this means.”

It meant he’d be alone. And he couldn’t...he couldn’t do alone. Not again. Not when he found a group of people that he actually cared about for the first time in so long. Not when he was just finally getting used to always having people around, always having someone to talk to or distract him from the thoughts that tried to consume him. Not when he barely survived it the first time.

He’d rather be dead than alone.

Shiro sucked in a deep breath through his nose. “That life is gonna be hard for a while? That you’re gonna have to work harder than ever to get back to where you were? Yeah, Keith, I do know. I know more than anyone else.”

Oh.

Shiro must think he was so incredibly self-centered.

He was self-centered.

He should have thought about how acting like losing a leg was worse than dying would seem to the man who had lost an arm and kept going. But instead he was all caught up in how he was going to lose everything he had grown to love and rely on. Acting like the self-absorbed brat that everyone at the Garrison except Shiro had accused him of being.

“That means I also know how hard it is to accept,” Shiro was saying. “It’s going to take time to adjust. But you will, I promise, and I’ll be here to help you every step of the way.”

Yeah, right. Keith didn’t know if he was lying to make him feel better, or if he just hadn’t yet realized or accepted that Allura and the rest of the team wouldn’t want to keep him around.

“Just...please, Keith. Please don’t say that we should have let you die. You don’t know…” His voice caught. “I’ve spent these last weeks hoping, praying that you would live. Scared out of my mind every moment of every day that you wouldn’t.”

Keith finally forced himself to turn his head toward his brother and saw him brush the back of his wrist across his eyes. Just that movement was enough to make his heart drop to his stomach. Shiro didn’t cry. At least not where anyone could see him.

Slowly, he slid his hand out across the bed, palm up. A peace offering. It took only a moment for Shiro to take it, squeezing it so hard he thought a few more bones might break.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. And he was. Not for thinking it, but for saying it. He didn’t want to cause any more pain for any of his friends.

That’s why when it was time for him to go, he’d do it quietly. No fuss. Don’t let them see your fear or your pain - he had learned that long, long ago. He was good at it.

Shiro gave him a shaky smile. “It’ll be alright, Keith. I promise.”

Swallowing down the words that sprang to his tongue, he gave a nod. “Okay.”

The next morning Keith woke up to an empty room. In a way, it was a relief. They obviously didn’t see the need to watch over him and baby him twenty-four-seven anymore. But he was, for all intents and purposes, stuck. With no leg, he couldn’t just get up and leave the room whenever he wanted, head to the training room like he normally would in the morning. There’d be no training for him for a long time.

Of course there was breakfast to think about, too, and he wasn’t sure whether to expect someone to bring it to him, or to bring him to it. Either way, he hated it. He had always hated being treated like he was helpless, and now it was even worse because he actually was helpless.

He went ahead and made up his mind, though. No matter what their plan was, he had no desire to be carried through the Castle to the dining room where everyone would give him those looks of pity. Poor Keith. Can’t even walk by himself. It’s just too bad he can’t stay.

He was in the midst of pushing himself up off the pillows, trying to get his right side to cooperate long enough to get in an upright position he could balance in and trying to ignore the strange lightness of his leg, when the door opened and Pidge slipped in.

“Hey,” she said softly. Padding over, she perched carefully on the edge of the chair that first Hunk, then Shiro had occupied.

Tucking his left leg up close to him - the knee creaking in protest at being used for the first time since healing - Keith cleared his throat. “Hi.”

Silence fell, but it had never been awkward between the two. The introverted arms of Voltron. Pidge just gazed at him for a long moment, her eyes saying all the things he knew she would never actually be able to say with words. “It’s good to see you awake. I was really worried about you.”

On the outside, she merely shoved her glasses back up into the bridge of her nose and sniffed. “You better not quiznakin’ ever do that again.”

Keith’s lips turned up at the corners for the first time since waking the day before. “Alright.”

Besides Shiro, he thought he would miss Pidge the most of all. They got each other more than anyone else.

“So.” Straightening up, she whipped a tablet out of her hoodie pocket. “We’ve been working on a leg for you. The Tellimites have crazy good medical technology, so obviously we’re using their notes, but I’ve also been talking back and forth with the Olkari, because they’re, of course, crazy good with biological connections, and we’ve come up with a design that should communicate really well with your body and, essentially, work like the real thing.”

She launched into a detailed scientific explanation of how every inch of it worked, tapping and flicking through various diagrams that just looked like a plain prosthetic leg to him. He didn’t understand but a few words here and there, but he let her talk. This was one of her passions, and it was nice to let her be able to ramble about it for once without having to worry about being rushed. The way her face lit up was worth every second.

“So...what do you think?” Suddenly she sounded uncertain as she blinked up at him. “We definitely want your input on it. I mean, I suggested putting in a rocket booster, but Hunk pointed out that it would be difficult to control with only one. Lance wanted to add lasers that shot out anytime you stomped your foot, but that seemed pretty dangerous for like, running and stuff, so…”

It almost sounded like they expected him to still be fighting with this thing. Well, maybe he would. Eventually. After all, he wouldn’t feel right about just ignoring the existence of the war when the people he cared about were still out there fighting it, so he’d do his best to get back into shape. Maybe he could convince them to find a Coalition planet for him that had soldiers he could fight with someday.

It wouldn’t be the same as fighting with this team, his...his friends. But at least he wouldn’t be completely useless.

He met Pidge’s eyes and realized she was still waiting on an answer from him. Part of him wanted to keep his words to a minimum, not wanting her to hear his new speech impediment, but he swallowed his pride. “It, uh...whatever you guys come up with I’m sure will be great.” He actually hadn’t even been sure whether to expect them to work on it themselves, or put it off on the Tellimites or some other able species. It made sense, though, that Pidge and Hunk would want to jump on this opportunity to design something they had never gotten to do before. He forced a small smile. “But...yeah, let’s hold off on weaponizing it.”

Smirking, Pidge turned off the tablet and stuck it back in her pocket. “Alright, if you insist. Lance is gonna be super disappointed, though.”

“I’m sure.” He could hear the whining and complaining about how boring and unimaginative he was now.

“So, I was supposed to ask you about breakfast…?”

Keith stared down at his hands. “Oh. Yeah. I don’...think I’m really ready to...try to move around yet, so…”

He was such a bad liar. But Pidge either didn’t notice or was being nice and pretending not to, merely nodding and standing.

“Okay. I’ll tell Shiro, he’ll probably bring you a plate down here.”

“Thanks, Pidge.”

She turned back from the doorway and smiled softly at him. “No problem.”

The nightmares came that night.

And the next. And the next.

Snippets of things he didn’t remember during the day, and wouldn’t remember again when he woke. Alarms blaring. Lights flashing. A horrifying crunching sound, then crippling pain and a bitter taste in the back of his throat.

And then...nothing. No one came. No one heard him calling. He stayed there, alone and bleeding in the dark, until the pain became too much and he slipped away.

He woke with tears streaming down his cheeks and a scream on his lips that didn’t quite make it out into the still air of the infirmary, not knowing what he was even crying about other than the nauseating loneliness that weighed him down, pinning him to the bed.

Forcing his right hand to be the one to clumsily scrub away the tears - because it was going to work, dang it - he gritted his teeth and pushed against the weight to flop over onto his side.

Get over it. Get over it, get used to it, stop being such a baby. You’ve always known that this wouldn’t last. It’s a miracle they’ve stuck around for as long as they have. If you try to hang onto them they’ll just end up hating you before they leave.

He got away with hiding in the infirmary for two days before Fallenta declared him well enough to be up and about, and Shiro and Allura showed up with the Altean version of crutches. They escorted him slowly down the halls of the Castle to the dining room, chatting amiably the whole way. Keith assumed it was meant to either distract him from his plight, or to keep themselves from staring and pitying.

“Hey, look who finally decided to join us!” Lance announced loudly as soon as he hobbled into the room. “It’s about time you were out of bed, Mullet-head.”

“What Lance means,” Hunk sighed, “is that it’s good to see you up, Keith.”

“That it is, Number Four!” Coran rushed to pull out his usual seat, and his smile was so bright Keith couldn’t even be mad about the special treatment. “You had us all worried for a while there, for sure!”

Swallowing, Keith fiddled with his spork, unsure whether he was supposed to respond. “Um...yeah. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Keith.” Shiro smiled at him softly, knowingly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He just barely kept another ‘sorry’ from escaping. Instead he nodded, picked up his spork with his left hand, and changed the subject. “So, uh...wha’s been going on lately?”

That was all it took for everyone to launch into tales of short missions in the Lions, repairs on Red, and alliances with Tellima. Keith barely remembered to keep eating his goo as he watched all of the animated faces and gesturing hands with a small smile on his face. It was good to be back among his teammates. They were so unlike him in so many ways, it was no wonder that he had never really fit in with them. But he cared about them anyway. They might not feel the same way about him, but he was so glad that they had become a part of his life.

And now they wouldn’t be anymore. Scowling down into his bowl where no one would notice, he poked at the green goo. How did I let myself get so attached? Before Shiro, it had been many, many years since he had let himself care about anyone this much. He should have known better by then. Letting himself come to consider any person or place home was just setting himself up for heartbreak.

As much as he loved spending this last bit of time with them, he almost wished they would stop acting so natural, as if they weren’t getting ready to kick him out any day now. No one mentioned a search for a new paladin. No one said whether they were headed to Earth, or some other planet.

He wasn’t going to be able to stand the suspense for many more days. They needed to just get it over with.

Later that night, after waking from another nightmare back in his own room, Keith stared at the bare walls, so lifeless compared to the other paladin’s rooms. Maybe I was always prepared for this moment, after all. Or maybe he had just been kicked out and left behind so many times that the ability to settle in was impossible for him no matter where he went.

Struggling to sit up, he groped for the crutches and pulled himself to his feet. He wasn’t going to get back to sleep anytime soon, and no one had expressly forbidden him from venturing out on his own - not that it would have stopped him even if they had.

It took far too long to make it down the four hallways between his room and Red’s hangar. Walking with crutches used a whole new set of muscles that he wasn’t used to accessing, and trying to force his right side to carry that much weight was exhausting. He had to stop and lean against the wall, panting for breath, several times along the way.

But he made it, eventually. He paused once more outside the door, debating whether or not he was actually ready to see the damage done to Red, before he sucked it up and punched the scanner.

He wasn’t ready.

The great mechanical beast was lying on her side, a position that somehow managed to make her look vulnerable despite her hulking size. Her legs were splayed awkwardly as if she had just been dropped there. She probably had.

The worst part, though, was that her face was nearly unrecognizable. What had once been her muzzle was completely smashed in, there were spiderweb cracks across one of her dull grey eyes, and the other was missing altogether.

Actually, he took that back. The worst part was the cold and the silence.

No purr in his head to greet him. No eyes lighting up in recognition of her Paladin. No warmth filling up his chest and spreading out to his fingers and toes. With Red, there was always some kind of heat. Now, though, a shiver shook his body.

Clenching his jaw, Keith forced himself a few steps closer, until he could reach out, balancing precariously, and lay a hand against her warped, dented nose. It was cold, too.

Suddenly tears sprang to his eyes for the first time since his panic attack a couple of days before. “‘m sorry, Red.” He stroked his hand over the metal, feeling all of the bumps that shouldn’t have been there. “I’m sorry this happened to you. You didn’t deserve it. You...you’ve always protected me, and…”

Tipping his head back, he took in the mess of a cockpit again, and this time he saw flashes of his nightmare. Something sharp pinning him to the chair. Blood dripping onto the floor.

One tear escaped, sliding rapidly down to his chin. “I don’t even know how I survived this. But if either of us deserved to survive, it’s you. Please, Red...if you can hear me at all...please don’t give up. I know I...I can’t fly you anymore, but…”

It hit him then, the brutal truth of that statement. He’d never fly her again. He might never fly anything again. He’d known it ever since finding out what had happened to him, but now it stabbed him through the heart, how much he was going to miss this semi-sentient alien ship.

Before he knew it, he was falling none-too-gracefully to the floor, one hand planted in front of him while the other remained on her snout, crutches clattering loudly to the side. The tears came in earnest, then. “Red...Red I lost my leg. I...I can’t fight anymore, I can’t fly…I’m useless.”

He’d told her that before. That time, though, she had reassured him that no, he was her Paladin, he was a defender of the universe, not useless. Never useless.

But now there was no one to reassure him. Even if she had been able, Red would know the truth. He wasn’t her Paladin anymore, he wasn’t a defender of the universe. He was useless.

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pearl-blue-musings · 4 years

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Unforgettable pt. 2

Hi again!

I’ll admit up front I’m not too happy with this chapter but I wanted to get this out!

Warnings: none! just some sass but what else is new?

Pairing: Dabi/Touya x f!reader x Hawks

Part one Part 3

Masterlist is here

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Time passed by too slowly for the rest of their hero commission academy days. Keigo had become the full-fledged hero Hawks, while you had your plans kept being altered and halted. After your stint at the hospital, the commission was worried about using you knowing the danger of your quirks limit. However, you still wanted to help out in anyway you could; after all this was all you knew.

So you find yourself working at the hero commission headquarters as a personal assistant for the higher ups. Your quirk proved useful around the building so they kept you around, keeping schedules tight, missions in order, and anything else that needed to be done, including some maintenance.

They never let you near their archives or library.

For fear of what could happen, they forbade you from going in there on your own. Unless you were otherwise notified, those two places were off limits. You understood, of course but it still hurt that you weren’t allowed in those places considering all you’ve done for them.

Now into your 20’s, you had the ability to live on your own. Unfortunately, it was all under the watchful eye of the commission. They picked your apartment building, which floor to be on for easy access if heroes ever need a safe haven, almost down to your furniture. You were grateful but very annoyed.

At least it was easy for Hawks to come and go as he pleased. With it being near the headquarters and his alliance to the commission, Hawks frequented you quite a bit. If the press and social media were allowed in your life, they’d be filled with rumors about the two of you potentially dating. However, that was another aspect of life your quirk and hero commission took away from you.

As much as you were allowed to look at meetings, update their website, man some of the phone calls, the world outside of that was off limits. They were terrified of losing such a valuable asset as yourself so they took every precaution to shelter you. Or so you had been told.

On this particular afternoon, you were heading out of the building when you got a text on your phone asking you to go to the roof. A smirk graced your face as you closed all your files in your desk as you prepared to make a pit stop on your way home. Once on the roof, you’re greeted with the bright and warm afternoon sun. Your eyes squint adjusting to the scene before you, the view of the city is gorgeous up here and he knows that.

“Hey pretty bird.”

At the sound of his voice, you turn and see your long time friend. You run to him and tightly embrace him, chuckling into his chest. He falls back at the sudden move and hugs you back, but lifts up slightly off the rooftop to twirl you in the air.

“Keigo! I hate it when you do that.” You pout at him, causing the blond to laugh lightly.

“Sorry Kid, I couldn’t help myself. How are you today,” he asks, cautiously placing you back on even footing.

“Oh I’m good,” you tease, “but not as good as you Mr. Number Two hero! I’m sad I just got the news but… you know…”

His golden eyes soften at that. As much as he hates to keep you in the dark of most life, he knows it’s for the best. He’s still deeply terrified of losing you and the news he’s kept in his back pocket that he’s about to share are a dead weight.

Hawks sighs deeply, “I know dove, I wish there was more I could do. But, that’s not why I brought you up here.” You give him a questioning look as the two of you sit on the edge, just enjoying each others presence. “Do you remember that meeting I had a couple weeks ago?”

Your face scrunches as you go through each memory of the last two weeks at the office. Hawks can’t help but steal a glance at you like this. He’s always loved your intense thinking face, how each crease, each little wrinkle he sees makes his heart soar. But he quickly drowns those bubbling feelings once your eyes meet.

“Ah yes! I handed you files outside of the main meeting room with all of the higher ups. I couldn’t go into detail but it involved the League of Villains and a dangerous mission for a particular candidate which I can assume is you?”

“Sheesh kid, even though I’ve known you for years I can’t get over how detailed you always are. But yeah that one…” he trails off looking at the sky in front of him.

“So? What do you need to tell me?”

He can’t look at you as he tells you his new and elongated mission. “I’m going undercover to infiltrate the League.” He pauses when he feels your body flinch against his. Fuck, he knew this would suck. “The commission didn’t want me to tell you, but I couldn’t do that to you.”

You lift off of him and your jaw drops. “Gasp, the Takami Keigo ignoring orders from the hero commission?! What has the world turned into?”

Hawks deadpans you as small laughs erupt from your belly. He does his best to keep a serious expression but he cracks and always will crack at your reactions. “Yes,” regaining his composure, “I went against one order, they’ll drop me for sure.” Keigo waits for the two of you to calm down before proceeding. “But I mean it, I couldn’t keep you out of the loop of my life like that.”

“How long?”

“A few months minimum. I’m actually already in talks with someone right now in the league. But kid, I wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to visit you as much. I’ll be pulled between them and the hero commission and my agency.” The tenor in his voice trails off as he looks onto your form. “Aw c’mon baby bird, don’t give me that.”

You stand up and walk closer to the roof’s center. “I know this mission was supposed to be for me.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. You knew, you knew they were preparing you for a mission just like this to test you but somehow it fell through.

“Things have changed, the league has grown more powerful. The hero commission and heroes in general are in the spotlight now more than ever. You know that they-“

You stop and turn to face him, “I’m not some fragile piece of glass that has to be kept away! I’m so tired of this!” Tears threatened to fall but you squeezed your eyes so tight to prevent that from happening. “I’m so, so tired of being stuck with them and I know you are too.”

You feel Hawks’ being before feeling his wings encircle you. The smell of his cologne mixes with his musk and sweat that reminds you of home. Keigo has always been your sense of home and to lose that is too much. “One day. But we owe them so much. You know that more than I do (Y/n).”

Your thumb brushes the few tears that fell and you turn to face the blond man. His eyes hold yours, almost speaking to you silently as your heartbeat slows. A chuckle leaves your lips as you slump your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make this so sad. You wanted to do something right?”

Shocked at your ability to completely turn the mood around, he resists the urge to wipe your trailing tears and smirks at you. “Ah yeah, in like two hours I’m meeting with Endeavor for a meal. I was hoping we could do one last fly around the city for old times sake,” he opens his arms for you.

You try, and fail, to hide the feeling of your face warming up. “I’d love nothing more.”

Hawks knows all too well that this isn’t the life you want or the one you deserve. Whenever he’s had a meeting with the commission he can’t help but frown at your sight behind your back. You can’t know that he knows you feel trapped, a mutual feeling shared. But he vowed to always be there for you and make you happy. He wants to take you out on the town at least and learn more about the world around you.

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Before he meets with his idol, he drops the two of you off a means away from his meeting place. You glance at him, confusion etched onto your features. “I don’t understand,” you start, “normally you take me back to my balcony why are we nowhere close to that?”

Keigo exhales lightly, “look Kid, you have a map app on your phone right? Use that to get home.”

He’s met with confused silence once he meets your gaze. “Do I have to spell it out for you? Spread your wings, go find a new place to eat on your way back. Find a nice park to sit in for a little while…”

“Go experience some freedom for me okay? I mean it, (Y/n).”

You’re at a loss for words, flabbergasted at what Hawks just told you. Be free? Go home without his help? “Are you trying to get the hero commission to kill you?!”

“Heh, only if you tell them. Now what do you observe, hm?”

You start to look around, really taking your time to take in your surroundings. “Well, we’re in an alley where you could kill me.”

“Words can hurt.”

“And judging by the lack of super tall buildings and wandering bystanders, we’re somewhere near the housing unit of the city correct?” He nods at your questioning as he waits for you to understand the implications of what he’s done. He asked to meet you on the roof, took you on a fly around the city, dropped you near the housing area… “You’re really the best aren’t you?” You hug him tightly and quickly, eager to just wander around for once.

“You can always come back to this spot if you feel trapped. I’ve been scoping this area out for awhile now. Not a lot of press or people; it’s perfect. I know there’s a park and some open spaces and I wanna tell you to be careful but I know you won’t listen. But, from here to your apartment is about a 20 minute walk and yes it has access to the buildings secret entrance.”

“Keigo I could kiss you this is the best gift ever.”

“Whoa dove, save that for the apartment.”

He smirks at you and you just roll your eyes. “You’re incorrigible. But I really appreciate this. You have no idea how much I love this Kei.”

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Hawks flies away as he makes sure your new journey of newfound freedom begins. He checks the time on his phone and double checks the information he had been told and heads to meet Endeavor. Coming out of the shadows to avoid being seen is Hawks’ inside accomplice for what’s about to go down in an hour.

Twinkling sapphire eyes briefly follow the winged man take flight, but are swiftly moving from the man in the air to the woman walking far away from him. The figure emerges, donned in his notable long black jacket but face covered in a mask to somewhat hide his identity. His eyes widen in recognition and a whisper leaves his lips before he prepares the Nomu.

“(Y/n), my little mouse.”

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#my writing #i did the thing #unforgettable #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #dabi x reader x hawks

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mattzerella-sticks · 3 years

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metamorphosis (ao3)

What if, when Jack was born, he stayed a baby?

A retelling of season 13, with a few key differences.

No planned schedule, will update when I finish chapters lol

Prologue - Mary I

THEN

Mary stared out the cab window at hers and John’s home, at the bare branches of their tree reaching towards the sky and at their lawn mower abandoned underneath it, guts scattered about in disrepair. Her heart stirred, suddenly; Mary’s breath shortening as the vice around her chest tightened. She squeezed the handle, frozen in her seat and reticent to depart the safety of this yellowed rust bucket. Instinct, strangely, kicked in; Mary’s gut rumbled like some emergency siren, begging her to run to safety, run and never look back.

“Hey, girlie,” a gruff voice startled Mary from her reverie, it belonging to the cabbie behind the wheel, “You leavin’ or what?” He tapped one cigarette-stained finger on the meter, fare ticking ever-upward.

She chewed the gloss off her lips watching it ascend inch by inch, nearing an even twenty. It was an affordable sixteen dollars when they arrived. The cabbie cleared his throat again. Mary finally tore her eyes from the fare to meet his cloudy grey glare in the rearview mirror. He repeated his question. Mary didn’t have an answer for him, not yet.

There was the obvious answer. Mary could dig inside her duffle, pay him, and leave without another word. But what kept her in his cab, kept the fare running higher and higher, was this selfish urge she fought against. The urge to tell him ‘no’, to keep driving, to not stop driving until Mary spent every dollar she won from hustling pool the night before.

And she hated that. She hated him. Mary hated how she ditched a perfectly fine, albeit stolen, Oldsmobile at the edge of town for his cab that reeked of tobacco and stale booze. She absolutely loathed how he spent the entire drive lobbing innuendo her way even though every attempt was met with a polite smile and forced chuckle instead of the end point of her hidden boot-knife. She chafed at the thought of asking him for further help. Most of all, Mary despised how if she gave in, if she breathed life into her desires, this cabbie wouldn’t be any wiser to the huge decision she made. He wouldn’t judge her. He would not care. The burden of leaving, of making that choice, rested entirely on her.

It felt humiliating.

“Seriously, blondie, is it just air between those ears or –“?

“I’m leaving.” She handed over what was owed, not bothering to wait for any change. She hurled herself out of the cab, slamming the door shut in her wake. Mary lingered on the sidewalk, white knuckling her duffle, while the cab drove off. The fumes, toxic and tantalizing, tickled her nose. She stayed firm, refusing to look behind her as it left. Mary knew that, in doing so, her resolve would crumble like Lot’s wife in the breeze.

She was forged of hardier stuff than her.

Mary began marching, each step bringing her closer to that other version of herself. Each step, and she shed another layer of who she was to become who she needed to be, what she chose. The guts of her being stripped bare like the lawnmower John left in their yard, a shell of what remained unlocking the door with the key in her pocket.

There’s no fanfare announcing her return. Their house was silent save for the low hum of the television. Mary followed it, dropping her duffel at the foot of the stairs. She found John, alone, in the living room, asleep with stains on his shirt and a beer can in his hands. The corpses of three other cans were strewn about his feet, their lives given at some earlier time when the game on the screen actually held his interest. Mary grabbed the remote on his thigh, John snuffling slightly. He didn’t wake. He stayed sleeping even when Mary flicked the television off and didn’t stir when she collected the empty cans. Mary carried them into the kitchen, leaving them by the crowded sink, stacked high with dirty pans and plates.

It was empty last she remembered, three days ago.

“Dammit John…” Mary reached for the dish soap, pausing midway. Her hand hovered over it briefly. She dropped her hand to her side, skipping the chore for the moment. Mary exited the kitchen, another destination in mind.

Urged onward by a sudden migraine, caught in its early stages where the pain was annoying but bearable, Mary climbed the stairs for her room. She saw it there, her bed visible because John left the door open. It looked deliciously inviting, Mary imagining the soft blankets wrapped around her shoulders, not John’s, not like they always were, as she sank into unconsciousness strewn across the entire mattress instead of the small sliver that John left for her whenever she finished cleaning their messes in the twilight hours of night. Within seconds, she wouldn’t have to imagine what that might feel like.

That imagination would be her reality.

On her journey to the bed, however, Mary heard a tiny sniffle; then a second, followed by a large hitch of breath – all coming from Dean’s room.

She hesitated, glancing between her room and her son’s. Mary stared at the former, soul yearning for nothing more than rest. But when Dean sobbed, an awful keen that pushed the other option out of her mind, she knew where to go. She sighed, shuffling in the direction of her crying son.

Mary slowly opened his door, a sliver of light breaking through the depressing darkness blanketing his space. The lights were off, and his curtains were drawn shut. She reached inside to flick on the overhead.

Dean startled immediately, hiccupping in fright. Wide, bloodshot green eyes met her worn hazel, silent conversation interrupted only when Dean rubbed his fists at them to brush away any lingering tears. “Mommy,” he whimpered, the word bruising her already purpled rib cage, “you’re home…?”

She smiled, fully entering the room. “Yes, baby, I’m home.” Mary leaned all her weight on the doorknob, shifting on her feet. “Why are you in here all alone?”

Dean shrugged, looking down at the doll in his hands. He swung its arm back and forth, dragging the silence out. Mary waited. She waited, even though her eyelids began to droop. She waited despite the tiny voice whispering in her ear about how sweet it’d be to lay down. She waited, stayed until he was ready. Dean’s lib wobbled, silently mouthing his thoughts. Soon enough, he set the doll aside. “Dad tol’ me to.”

“He did?”

“Said I was bein’… loud.” Another sob racked his small frame, Dean shuddering to contain it. “I coul’… I tried not bein’ loud. But I – but I didn’t see the twisty-thingy twist, and when he open-ed it I, I was there, and it hurt. It hurt!” Tears poured freely from him like the tap water at the motel Mary camped in last night, thick and gross and disgusting. She couldn’t stand tears, or criers.

Though Mary hid her disgust well, covering an instinctive grimace with a heavy cough. She had to.

“Oh baby,” Mary cooed, lowering herself onto the floor. Her knees protested, the cut from a stray claw on her left calf flaring from the strain. She swallowed her pain, then beckoned Dean close so she could do the same for him. Dean crawled into her arms, wrapping sticky fingers around her neck while burying his face into her chest. “How long have you been up here?.”

“A while,” Dean muttered, drooling and crying onto her shirt. She felt his warm breath dampening her shirt, the fabric clinging to her skin. “He said if I were good that he’d lemme out but he… I’ve been quiet s’long, an’ he never came.” Dean gasps, burrowing deeper into her. “Di’ he forget about me?”

Mary clung tighter to her son, remembering how she found her husband. John, soundly sleeping in his chair, drunk, while their son suffered in his room. She trusted him for one weekend. He promised her it would be fine, that everything would be fine. This wasn’t the first time her faith in him had been misplaced. The disappointment never lessened. Will she learn this time? “I’m sorry, Dean,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry.” Mary pressed a kiss to his crown. “I wish I could have brought you with me.”

She hadn’t meant that.

Where she went, Dean couldn’t follow. It was a promise she made after the first hunt, after falling into bad habits again. These trips were hers. Outlets for her aggression. Measured doses to feed her addiction. Reminders of why she left that life, why she chose a picket fence that kept those shadows at bay, why she never wanted her new family to know what she really was.

Dean shined too brightly for that dark hell. Monsters and ghosts and demons would shatter this innocent child into irreparable pieces, ruining him like it’s ruined every Campbell before him, like it ruined her.

It was depressing to accept, but denial became maddening. Pretending drained Mary of her strength. Repeating lies, staring down her reflection with mantras that one day she’d not judge herself like an impostor, or an outsider, or a fraud, ate at her soul. Motherhood was not what she imagined. Motherhood did not come naturally to her. Motherhood proved to not be the escape she hoped.

On those days where she felt low, like nothing she did was right, hunting reminded Mary that she was not just a mother.

But that’s who Mary was to the little boy in her arms. That’s all she was.

“Mommy,” Dean whimpered, calmer now that he spilled his tears into Mary’s embrace, “Mommy… can I haf’ food now?”

“What?”

“I’m hungry,” he whined, tugging on her hair, “Please! I hadn’t eated since Daddy left for his juice!”

Mary looked down at Dean, her little boy. She watched his eyes shyly poke through his lashes and past oily, sandy bangs; how his fists curled tighter around her golden waves. Her own hands twitched with the dreadful urge to shove Dean off of her and tell him to make his own food. A scream echoed in her throat, trapped, that she was more than that. She was more than Dean’s mother. She was more than John’s wife. A fighter’s blood pumped through her veins and a soldier’s head sat atop her shoulders and it was a killer’s hands this clueless boy asked to prepare his food.

While that storm whipped inside of Mary, she hardly let it show. Mary fought against her initial reaction, instead scooping Dean into a loose hold. “I’m kind of hungry, too,” she lied, “dinner sounds wonderful.”

There was more to Mary than motherhood, except those other pieces of herself grew smaller as motherhood, in its frenzy, consumed them bit by bit. It was determined to be the dominant aspect in her life, the sole expression of Mary’s identity. Motherhood was a monster impossible to slay. Worse, it was a monster of her own making, in her own visage. It was much of her as all the others, conceived at the exact moment Dean was.

But Mary wondered, if this beast that she became, that worked to destroy everything that came before it, had always lived inside of her, biding its time. That there was never an option of being anything else besides a mother.

Running seemed pointless, then. Hunting delayed the inevitable.

She stood in front of the stove, a pot of tomato soup simmering over a low flame. Mary watched the fire burn, hotter and hotter as she spun the dial further towards the highest setting. The tomato soup boiled, bubbles bursting and spewing tomato gunk everywhere. Some landed on her hand. Soup scalded her skin, though could not compare to the inferno tearing apart her being.

Fire burnt away all that ugly, the darkness Mary was mired in since birth. Blistering heat will make her into the perfect mother. Motherhood was a monster of its own design, unslayable, that demanded suffering and sacrifice.

I chose this, she mouthed to herself, I did.

NOW

Mary stumbled out of the memory-dream, slowly at first, then thrown into consciousness by a calloused hand. She yawned, stretching, agitating the knot in her lower back. “Yeah?”

Bobby offered her his gun, gaze darting to the smoldering embers of their campfire. It didn’t add light, or warmth, but it seemed appropriate when Mary broached the topic of stopping for the night. “Your turn.”

She nodded, hauling herself off the fallen log she slept against. Bobby dropped in response, taking her station. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to head out. Sweet dreams.”

“Unlikely.” He twisted, rolling away from her and onto his side. Mary shouldered the rifle, looking from him to the others around the fire.

Crowley, in his dirty, wrecked suit, sullenly poked the kindling with a knife Bobby must have given him. He hadn’t moved since Mary closed her eyes; however, he appeared more disgruntled than she remembered. An agonized expression carved into his soot-covered face. She might hazard a guess on what caused it, attention flitting from him to the last member of their party.

Lucifer studied Mary from his own perch. She didn’t know how long he watched, her skin prickling with that feeling of a thousand stares tracking her every move since she crossed over into this other dimension, the apocalypse world. He raised his hands, shackled by a pair of handcuffs that Mary smuggled in with her. He winked, then blows her a kiss.

Mary spun on her heel, advancing to an outcropping perfect for scouting and a good distance away from the devil’s cold, calculating glare. Her grip on Bobby’s gun tightened. She thought of her boys, of Dean and Sam. How gutted they must be because of her decision, of her sacrifice.

If only they knew she had no choice. Motherhood demanded it, craved such violence. It was the only aspect of that beast she understood.

#supernatural #spn #spn13 #mary winchester #12x22 #dean winchester #john winchester #the winchesters prequel #spn fanfic #destiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #baby dean winchester #mary winchester character study

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elesianne · 3 years

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A Silmarillion fanfic for @officialtolkiensecretsanta

Summary: Finrod arrives in Dorthonion with the first snows to spend time with little Gil-galad and speak of the future with Orodreth. He does not quite manage not to bring the shadows of past and future alike with him.

Length: ~1,500 words; Rating: General audiences; Some keywords: Family, (angsty) foresight, First Age, not a kidfic

A/N: This fic takes place between Dagor Aglareb, the Glorious Battle, and the completion of Nargothrond. For this fic, I've written Gil-galad as the son of Orodreth son of Angrod, and as having been born by this time. For more info about canon, see end notes.

AO3 link

Posterity of Finarfin

'Come, come!' Little Gil-galad takes his hand and tugs, and of course Finrod follows. When the boy starts slipping on the ice ground in his haste and his father, walking by Finrod's side, starts looking worried, Finrod scoops Gil-galad up in his arms.

'Tell me where to go', he says, and the boy tells him eagerly, eyes shining bright. His mother did well to name him for them.

They end up at the little lake just outside the walls of Angrod and Aegnor's keep. Finrod has been here once before, swimming with Aegnor on a balmy but rainy summer's day. It tends to rain in Dorthonion.

Now it snows only lightly, and it is the easiest thing for Finrod to pretend at delighted surprise when Gil-galad points at the blades with straps that Orodreth has been carrying. An excited child is enough to hold at bay Finrod's distaste for snow and ice, and indeed it is seeing how Gil-galad has grown that made Finrod ride to the uplands with the same wind that brought the year's first snows.

'We're going skating', Gil-galad declares, and boasts of being very good at it, inquiring whether Finrod knows how to skate.

'Not well', Finrod lies to his great-nephew that he is growing as fond of as he is of his nephew. 'Will you show me how?' he asks.

Gil-galad is more than happy to, and shows all the turns and stops and the speed that he has learned, taking more than one tumble in the process. Orodreth is ready with a comforting word whenever needed, patient and indulging in his son and uncle's merriment.

Eventually Gil-galad tires himself out while the short winter day's light dies around them. When he skates straight into a snowbank and stays lying there, face half in the snow, giggling, Orodreth comes to pick him up.

'I think it is time for some warm drinks in the hall', he says with dry amusement as he detaches the blades from Gil-galad's boots. 'And perhaps a nap for the smaller skaters.'

Gil-galad protests but soon nods off when they are settled in the large chairs in front of the fire in the great hall of the keep.

Finrod sips at his warm, spiced wine and looks at the little boy dozing in his father's lap, his cheeks red and dark-golden curls messy.

'Rodnor Gil-galad, posterity of the house of wise, gentle Finarfin', Finrod says quietly to Orodreth. That last name, one that his father never spoke, one of which Finrod is still not sure Finarfin himself would approve, still feels strange on his tongue. He wonders how many more decades of the new years of the Sun it will take for it not to.

Orodreth smooths Gil-galad's messy locks with sure fingers and ever-so-content expression. Finrod tamps down a tendril of yearning and jealousy that threatens to rise within him –

(He knows that if he lets, it will bring with it dreams of another, never-existing child with golden hair in the arms of its golden-haired mother, and Finrod has neither of them, and he must not allow himself to –)

And he tries to let himself fill instead with gladness for his nephew, dear to him always, for he is glad that he found what Finrod did not know how to hold on to.

'My new stronghold will soon be finished', he says to Orodreth. 'Next summer, or autumn at the latest, said the leader of the works when I rode away.'

'Rode to here.' Orodreth smiles. 'To the place with the worst winter weather in all of Beleriand, save for Maedhros's bare hill, perhaps.'

'To my family.'

'You are always welcome here.'

'As are you in Minas Tirith, and in Nargothrond as well, as soon as it is finished. But it is Minas Tirith that I want you to come to as soon as the roads are safer to travel and your lady can let you travel without worry. I want you to decide what changes you will make.'

Orodreth raises his eyebrows in reply.

'Come now, nephew', says Finrod. 'You must know I have considered you my heir ever since – ever since it became apparent that I have need for such a thing. I intend to move to Nargothrond and rule my realm from there, and I want you to come to Minas Tirith and keep the watch on Sirion for me.'

In the firelight, Finrod watches emotions shift in Orodreth's eyes. 'Thank you for the honour, my lord', he says at length. 'I will keep it well for you. For you, and for Gil-galad should I fall while Tol Sirion is in my keeping.'

Finrod gives a nod of acknowledgement, turning the green-stoned ring on his finger. He says, 'And should I fall, you shall be the heir to all my lands if your father and uncle still hold their own.'

Orodreth looks conflicted again. 'I do not know whether to remind you that you could marry, or to thank you, or to say that I hope I will never wear your crown. For your sake, and my father's and uncle Aegnor's.'

'You need not do any of those. In any case, it has been obvious if not official for years. There will be no other heir, no matter what you or others might say – indeed, your father reminded me of the same when I talked with him of this many winters ago – nor do you need to thank me. Who knows, perhaps your inheritance will be a thankless one in the end.'

After a moment of staring into the fire, patting Gil-galad's back with gentle hands, Orodreth says, 'Let us not think of such dark possibilities on this day; it is a distant prospect after all. Let us instead decide what we will do tomorrow. No doubt Gil-galad will want to spend it with his great-uncle Finrod. Just your presence is a great gift to him at this age.'

'And his to me.' Finrod grins. 'Aegnor mentioned yesterday that some young warriors of his have made a hill perfect for sledding down. That sounds like something that your brave lad would enjoy.'

'They have indeed, one that is far too steep for children! But Aegnor and his men will be happy to see you make a fool of yourself tumbling down that hill as soon as they return from their patrol.'

'Then I shall have to see whether I have time for that in between my plans with Gil-galad. How is he with his wooden sword these days? Ready to spar with his great-uncle?'

Orodreth grins, a proud father. 'Willing to spar, certainly. Able to do it without falling over in his enthusiasm? Not so certainly.'

'I dare say we will cope.' Finrod smiles, wistful but not too sad, for it has been a glad day. He is always glad of days with his family. He says, 'It feels like it has been three blinks of an eye since I was sparring with you with wooden swords.'

'Yet it was in another world.'

'Indeed. And we hardly knew what we were doing.' They had been untested by battle, unbloodied, not even knowing what battle they were preparing for, only that they should. They – the adults of the family – had forged swords and had just about learned to wield them when they made wooden ones to start teaching the children.

All out of nebulous fears that they'd wished wouldn't realise; but somewhere deep in those places where foresight lives, quiet but for its rare unbidden words, Finrod and his father and sister had known that the swords would be wielded on fields of battle, not only in training matches within the high walls of lush gardens.

He is wondering whether he should explain some of this to Orodreth – why they ended his childhood with their formless fears; somehow there has never been time before, but now they have had decades of relative peace, the hurry of building defences and watchtowers eventually giving space for reflection – when the great doors of the hall open and in pours a flurry of snow, and Orodreth's lady Faeleth.

Orodreth's face lights up at the sight of his wife.

'Will you hold him?' he asks, handing Finrod his still-slumbering son without waiting for reply.

He hurries to his wife, making a fuss over her. Finrod turns away from looking at him take off her snowy cloak, feeling as if he is intruding on something private in the middle of the great hall bustling with people.

As Orodreth lingers with Faeleth, Finrod stands up and stands as close to the fire as he dares with Gil-galad in his arms.

'May you never be king', Finrod says quietly to the sleeping child, small and dear. 'May you not become another link in a chain of broken kings, for that is what you would have to be. May you never wear my crown.'

A/N: Notes on canon:

Tolkien does not indicate when this version of Gil-galad, the final one that he conceived of but didn’t have time to consolidate into much of his writings, was born.

The canon about him is in The Peoples of Middle-Earth, pages 350-351 in my copy. His mother is left unnamed – she is only described as ‘a Sindarin lady of the North’ – so I gave her the name Faeleth.

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tinalbion · 4 years

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Oooooh Tiiiiinnnnnaaaaa! I have an ask for youuuu~ Could I pwease get some Sammy Wescott? You haven't written for him yet and I reallllly want to see what you could do with him! I have some dialogue prompts for you too! We got - "Are you wearing my shirt?" - "Take it off. Slowly." - "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself." Thank you, bless you, I love you! AND most importantly have FUN with this one eh? ❤❤❤ You the best!

Bex! You big-brained and big meat having QUEEN!

I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND YOUR AMAZING PROMPTS!

And as always, I love these boys and I am very happy to finally have written something for Sammy,

He deserves so much love and praise.

I now know that I am addicted to writing for these boys and I will never stop, especially since I need to practice for the collab we got going!

I hope it meets your expectations and I hope you vibe and DIE HAPPY with how it turned out!

Love ya, girl!

❤❤❤

Rating: Explicit

Length: 3.6k

“Just A Reminder”

Nothing beat sitting by the fire when the chill in the air was a bit too much and you wouldn’t trade those evenings for the world.

When you weren’t at camp, your family would have bonfires almost every weekend, it was such a relaxing time and it always brought you back to the good memories of camping as a kid. So whenever the counselors wanted to have a bonfire, you were more than willing to attend, even though they tend to get a tad rowdy after a few cold beers.

Sam was a bit reluctant to attend since he figured he’d be the babysitter of the adults, but when he would out you were excited about it, he laughed it off and agreed to accept your invitation. You had asked him late afternoon after chatting a bit with Kizzy and Tori about it, the girls convincing you easily enough to come around and have a good time as they blasted some good tunes and enjoyed the last week with no kids present, it would be one of the best nights for the fire! It didn’t take much to get you to agree.

You were getting ready for the hangout as you changed out of your sweaty counselor clothes and hopped into the shower, but you weren’t sure what you were going to wear so you rummaged through your luggage and found an unfamiliar tee shirt. It was a bit larger than your usual ones, definitely smelled more masculine, like a hint of cologne and woodsy, maybe some smoke. It was Sam’s, that’s right! He borrowed it to you when you were pushed into the lake near the boathouse, you had neglected to return it since your days had been so busy, your thoughts weren’t really focused on the shirt.

Your thoughts then drifted to Sam and you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you smiled, the memories you made this year would be unforgettable and you were more than thankful to have met him, and knowing he was actually coming to the fire was a blessing since he rarely liked to be in the group due to the fact he played the parent to the group. When you promised him it wouldn’t be like that this time, he did that little smirk you adored so much and scoffed, still unsure if he made the right decision, but you would be there and it would be worth it.

The time came and you had slipped into a pair of faded cut off jean shorts, his tee shirt draped over your frame, then you finished it off as you shrugged into an oversized flannel long sleeve. It was only a few minutes past the time the group had suggested for the bonfire to start so you were making good time as you trekked across the large grassy field, the small cooler draped over your shoulder that you decided to bring last-minute, packed with some goodies for the group to share if they desired.

You spotted the roaring flames from a couple of hundred feet away, the sound of music echoing in the area and the apparent sound of laughter only grew when you had gotten close enough. You saw Sam sitting on one of the picnic tables and sipping gingerly at the beer in his hand, his eyes looking around and making sure everything was going smoothly. His eyes scanned over the small group again and saw you just walking onto the concrete area, your eyes locked and you couldn’t help but smile shyly as you walked next to him, the breeze in the air causing you to shiver.

“Hey Sam,” you greeted cheerfully, setting down the cooler onto the table, “you guys been here long?”

“Nah, I just got here about three or four minutes ago, the rest of them maybe about ten minutes,” he explained. He reached down beside the table and grabbed a bottle from the half-melted ice, then he handed it to you. “Made it just in time for the ghost stories.” He didn’t sound very thrilled about it.

Last time he told a ‘spooky story’, shit hit the fan really quickly.

He shook the negative thoughts from his mind and tried his best to occupy them with something else. The music playing on the radio was enough to help if only a little.

You smiled and thanked him for the drink, your eyes following his and watched as the crowd had sat in a circle around the firepit, their attention focused on Jason, who was talking about his time at an old camp that was hundreds of miles from this one, something so cleverly nicknamed ‘Camp Blood’. You were intrigued by the story but immediately could tell Sam wasn’t having the best time right now. You took a breath and sat down next to him on the bench, looking at him with a concerned expression, but before you could speak, he cut you off.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he asked curiously, beer still against his lips as he was blatantly staring at your chest. “Wait, are you not wearing a bra either?” His voice was lower this time, almost a whisper. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass you in front of these goofs.

You blushed in response and took a large sip at your beer. “Yes and yes, happy?”

Sam smirked and looked at you with a gleam in his eyes. “I mean, yeah, of course. You’re here.”

The comment made you want to bite your finger to quiet the squeal that almost surfaced, it was so incredibly cute. Sam was like that, always so sweet and thoughtful of what he said when you were around. Timid and introverted were the best ways to describe him, but what could he say, you brought out the fun side of him.

You cleared your throat and smiled awkwardly. “Hope they haven’t got too out of hand so soon,” you mentioned casually, hoping to take attention from the lack of underclothes and focus it anywhere else right now.

Sam’s attention was back on the counselors and he scoffed again as he watched how the flames behind them roared higher as Gerald added more firewood to it. “Yeah, they’ve been good for the time being, but it’s still early. I just don’t wanna end up scolding them again like I always do.”

“I notice Buddy isn’t here, he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just not one to join in on the drunken festivities either. I invited him, said we’d be there, but you know him. He wants to get a head start on packing everything up before the week is out. He said he’ll be happy to make tomorrow night’s fire though.”

You nodded in response and smiled, hoping Buddy didn’t just say that to make you feel better. Either way, you knew he wasn’t exactly the most social creature, so you would make it up to him by throwing him a little fire of his own with just the three of you. For tonight, you figured hanging out with the rest of the crew would be good for you guys.

“Hey Sam, you got any scary stories?” Gerald asked a few minutes later.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. “Nah, not this time, guys.”

“What about you, Y/N?” Gerald directed his attention to you.

“Nope, out of luck tonight, Ger,” you giggled and nodded your head to the song that began to play. “What about karaoke?” you offered instead.

“Aw hell yeah!” Kizzy shouted.

A few others reacted with positive sounds while only a few groaned and shook their heads. Either way, the night’s activities were divided up amongst the group, but you and Sam sat at the table and chatted away about the plans you both had for when you went back to your normal lives. You had scooted a little closer to him and leaned your head against his shoulder as he talked, listening while your eyes focused on the fire.

That’s when the group had all collectively yelled when a certain song came on, the amount of beer in their guts already sloshing around and impairing their motor skills. Sam groaned and was about to stand up and stop them from acting up too much, but you placed your hand on his wrist, grabbing his attention.

“Come on, let’s let them have some fun,” you offered as you stood up and stretched your arms.

His eyes were on you again, grazing over your chest as he could see your breasts so easily when your arms lifted high above your head. He wondered if you did this on purpose, just for him to see and to take notice, to think of you in such dirty ways while everyone around them was clueless to your actions.

Sam stood beside you and walked alongside you as you both grabbed one more drink, silently sneaking off when the others weren’t paying much attention. The counselor breathed a sigh of relief when you were both hidden amongst the trees, the sounds of shouting and laughter fading.

"Thanks for the distraction, Y/N, I always get a little weird near the end of the season. Always feel bummed, I miss this place when I'm gone." Sam looked up at the dark Louisiana sky and sighed, his mind elsewhere as you both walked the well-known side trail.

You looked over at him and knew exactly what he meant because you always felt the same way. It was work, sure, but it really didn't feel that way when you and the kids would all enjoy swimming or canoeing together, it was a wonderful experience. You smiled and reached out for his hand, slipping your fingers in between his. "I get it, Sam, I'm just glad I have a new camp to attend every year."

Of course, it was because of the boys, they were the reason you didn't want to leave, the reason you had felt the best you ever felt in the longest time.

Your eyes darted up to the sky as soon as you stepped onto the hill, the one Sam told you about that was best for stargazing, and he wasn't wrong; it was incredible. You both looked up and just silently enjoyed the sights and each other's company, the late-night summer's breeze picking up only a little.

Sam was the first to sit down and he patted the grass beside him. "I remember telling you about this place, my little getaway from everything," he began to ramble, "and I came up here the first night I knew I started to feel something for you."

"Sam, I came out here to have a good time, not to cry and feel emotional," you groaned and wrapped your arm around his, feeling his surprisingly firm muscles under the thicker fabric of his sleeve.

He laughed and bumped his head against yours, his way of showing affection. "Oh, I'm sorry miss co-counselor, I forgot you like to be the happy one, right?" He teased as he ruffled your hair. That led to you both pushing one another until the mood became too heavy to ignore and you pushed for a kiss.

It started off light and soft, his skin causing yours to bristle with excitement as his hand reached out and slid to the back of your neck. Anytime Sam would allow his fingers to glide across your skin, your immediate reaction was to release a content sigh, which he always took notice of. It happened so quickly that you ended up sliding into his lap, your legs on either side of him and you straddled him as your kisses never stopped.

It was Sam who pulled back first and smiled up at you. "I gotta say Y/N, you look pretty good in that shirt. Almost makes me regret not leaving it with you sooner."

You smirked and ran your hands through his hair, the softness tickled your fingertips as you leaned in to kiss him again, indulging yourself in the overwhelming feelings that began to bubble up within you, the same feelings you were dealing with back in your cabin. The heat began to grow as your mouth on his became hungry and needy, your tongue grazing his lips as your hands slid from the back of his neck and drifted down to his collarbone, your fingers smoothed against his chest. He let out a satisfied hum and pushed further into your kisses, fighting as much as he could against the hardness that began to form in his jeans from your touch. His eyes were closed and he was so focused on just feeling you beneath his touch as if you were going to disappear from him forever like he needed to memorize the way you smelled and the way you felt.

His breathing was heavy when you pulled away from him to adjust yourself, and that’s when Sam had changed on a dime completely; he wrapped both arms around your waist and rolled you over where he was now on top of you, his body between your spread legs as he looked down at you with an animalistic expression that almost made you rethink your choice of getting him worked up in the first place. Wordless, he worked on the button of your jean shorts and quickly tugged them from you, placing them off to the side where he also quickly abandoned his shirt. Your hands instinctively made their way to his chest rubbing against the hair that covered him there, his breaths now becoming close to panting while he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder and placed his hand just shy of your ankle, his other hand rubbing on the front of your panties, teasing you with his light, feathery touches. You let out a needy whine and wiggled under him, thrusting your hips upward to signal you wanted more than just a gentle touch.

“Sa-am,” you moaned as you reached up to cup his cheek, rubbing against the little stubble that started to grow in.

He smirked and kissed your thumb as an incentive, but he had plans for you and you just needed to be patient. He quickly freed himself from his own jeans and groaned when his hand grazed himself, the mere thought of you around him already filling him with excitement. Sam’s thumb slowly started to work against the bundle of nerves that was aching to be touched without even moving your underwear aside. You cried out his name and groaned as he would rub circles against it and not even on your bare skin, it was torture!

“C’mon Sam, take ‘em off, please?” you whined, your eyes meeting his momentarily, the strain in your voice was apparent that you wanted him so badly you could barely contain your muffled sounds.

“You ask so nicely, Y/N,” he commented as he leaned down again and gave you a lingering kiss, “but I feel like I should take my time with you tonight.”

You were about to protest until you suddenly felt his fingers slip beneath the hem of your panties and slide against your folds, making sure you were prepped for him, but you were already soaking wet from the intense makeout you both shared. He smiled, satisfied with the outcome, and then pulled the thin article of clothing down your legs, removing your leg from his shoulder to dispose of them completely. You were eager for him to continue since you knew how well he’d perform with his fingers and his mouth, his gift, as you playfully called it. He always begged you to not refer to it like that, but secretly, he loved it.

Again, your leg was placed onto his shoulder as he laid on his stomach in the grass, his mouth finally making contact with where you needed it most. A sigh a little louder than you anticipated escaped your lips and you didn’t care, your fingers in his hair and yanking at it firmly, begging him to go faster. He didn’t oblige though you trembled beneath him, he was keeping his word and using his tongue in long, slow strokes against your heat. Every so often, he would circle it around your clit, which would cause you to arch your back and hold your breath.

Sam had finally finished teasing you, edging you to the point that he stopped mid lick and pulled away from you, licking his lips with an impish grin plastered on his face. You pouted and looked up at him, resting against your elbows as you propped yourself up.

“Sammy, why’d you stop?” you complained.

He sat upon his knees and wiped the little bit of juices from his chin. “I told you, babe, I’m taking my time with you. Now sit up for me?” His voice was lighter this time, sweetly said as he looked you over. You did as he asked and sat up for him, eager to do whatever he asked of you. “I think you need to be out of that shirt, so take it off. Slowly.”

Sam’s new attitude was one that was unexpected but so very welcomed, but for some reason, you had been feeling rather shy about his request, your hands hesitantly resting at the bottom of the shirt. Once you swallowed the lump in your throat, you looked directly into his eyes and smiled while you slowly pulled the shirt up, revealing your stomach. Painfully slowly. You could see even Sam was getting restless as he watched you reveal every inch of skin until you got to your torso, revealing the lack of coverage you flaunted this evening. He scoffed and reached out to you, his hand grazing your breast as his thumb rubbed over your nipple ever so slightly as he gauged your reactions.

When you finally lifted the shirt over your head, you threw it behind him and practically tackled him to the ground with your bare form over him, one hand placed in the grass beside his head as your other hand slowly made its way down and gave him a single stroke. A hushed moan of your name left his lips as you moved your wrist in such a way that wanted him to come already, your hand still stroking him tortuously slowly, his strained groans dragged out in the night.

“Aww Sammy, if you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself,” you warned softly.

He laughed and reached his hand up to cup your cheek. “And if I don’t want you to stop?”

That was all you really needed to answer your question, so with a smile, you crawled on top of him and straddled his hips, slowly placing his length against your throbbing sex, not allowing him to enter just yet, but letting him slide it against you, which made you moan you his name, the need so very palpable in the moment. It was a wonder you had lasted as long as you did with the teasing, but the way he spoke to you was so fucking hot, you needed to show him what he did to you.

After a few times of rocking your hips back and forth against him, his cock so hard against you as you teased him, he finally lifted his hips, which surprised you and caught you so off guard that you fell forward, but Sam caught you in time with both arms tightly wrapped around you. His face was buried in the side of your neck as he suddenly plunged within you mercilessly, his hips slapping against yours and the sound of wetness sticking to you both made you lose yourself almost as soon as Sam began to fuck you.

He was merciless as he lifted you just right where you didn’t have to do a thing, you just allowed him to hold onto you as he slammed into you repeatedly, your cries only growing with each deep thrust, and his mouth had been on yours, the exchange of sloppy kisses almost ending as quickly as it started when you both felt the other starting to tense up or clench down. Sam threw his head back and groaned out your name, again and again, your voice already so taken that you could barely manage to speak let alone take a breath to cry out his name in return. Sam was the first to come and his orgasm only fueled yours to happen soon after, and it took you a moment to roll off of him and catch your breath beside him in the grass. You didn’t care that you had been feeling all sorts of stickiness drip down your thighs, but you could care less as you lay there beside him, you hand found his and you held onto it and gave it a squeeze.

“Well, that was something else,” you commented after a few moments of silence.

“Good I hope,” Sam replied with a small chuckle, “but remind me to leave a shirt at your cabin again if this is gonna be a regular outcome.” He turned to look at you and you both laughed, his forehead gently touched yours and you sighed happily.

At least you were able to stargaze after all.

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wapwetasspirates · 4 years

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SO SFW AZ (Coffer)

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Very. both Verbally and physically and there is a clear difference between working mode and s/o or how she is with Treasure. The guarded careful aspect of it is gone and she gives freely what she has to offer and will smother you in it if you let her. She tends to dote a lot and loves whispering sweet nothings to make your head spin and having a casual hand on you at all times.

B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Coffer is used to being in charge and she does enjoy it but helping her do things and reminding her she deserves the same level of care will have her carrying you off to bed to show you exactly how thankful she is.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

She’ll cuddle if asked but she’s usually fairly busy and it’s not the most urgent thing on her mind. Not that she doesn’t like them, it's just not her go to for affection.when she does cuddle she enjoys all varieties but has a soft spot for you laying on top of her.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Coffer is actually surprisingly domestic and wants a quiet life somewhere where she can treat animals rather than people and monopolize all of your attention. Somewhere where she can relax and have you near is all she really wants. And maybe several hundred cats.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

Not a lot at first. It comes in gradual waves and builds. She is tentative to put effort into something she doesn’t fully trust but by the end it is second only to her focus on her sister.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

Removal of the fear and working on helping them get over your fears. It is very subtle and you will often be surprised when that thing no longer bothers you one way or another. If she can’t fix it she will do her utmost to ensure it never scares you again, she is highly and fiercely protective and prefers action to words of comfort but ask her for them and she’ll give them.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

She doesn’t put much stock in gifts and she can have Treasure get her whatever she needs. That said she will heap on an s/o a lot of random items she deems that you need and won’t be swayed otherwise. And while she will accept gifts and enjoys being treated she doesn’t feel strongly about them one way or the other.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

She does actually hug s/o’s very often. She considers it recharging and sanitizing and will seek you or her sister out for them often. Her favorite is to be wrapped around you from behind and burying her face in your hair but her hands tend to wander after a while.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Coffer is fond of quiet, intense, intimacy and romance. She can and will do whatever you like in order to sweep you off your feet and leave your head spinning with her words and actions.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Very. And often. It is hard to tell and she’d be hard pressed to admit it but she has a way of making people think twice about approaching you and you’ll find it near impossible to flirt with anyone else. Which is precisely the way she likes it. The only one who gets a free pass is Treasure.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

“Second” only to Treasure though she’ll say she lets her sister win. She loves kisses but prefers the less than public friendly ones and doing whatever makes an s/o squirm the most. Receiving wise she takes great pleasure in watching you try to reach her forehead and is amused when you do. She’ll kiss you whenever she feels like it and encourages you to do the same, though you’ll get the most pleased smile if you ask first.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)

Rarely. She is not one to waste words and she won’t say if she doesn’t mean it. But the words are for you only and she prefers to say them in private. Her actions will often show it more than her words but if you need to hear it more she is happy to oblige, especially at the most inopportune times.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so what kind of ceremony?)

She does. And she would prefer something simple and quiet with only people you both deem necessary, she enjoys flashy affairs but this is about you and her.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

She finds dates to be a bit overrated and will often leave those up to an s/o. She would prefer not to waste her time on them too often but she’ll oblige you as much as she can.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)

She isn’t one to give up control but catch her in the right mood or ask the right way and she’ll allow it briefly and even like being cared for a bit.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Of course but she is careful about it, timing it so an s/o is never uncomfortable and she knows just how far to push. She isn’t much of a prankster or joker herself but she always loves watching one play out and enjoys a good verbal spar.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

She does but if she doesn’t like it, it will be like she never heard you at all and she isn’t one to give advice unless asked for it.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Coffer values organization and even the most random of things is usually carefully planned but she loves to watch you try and surprise her. If you actually manage to she will be more than pleased and won’t ever hesitate to shower you with praise about it.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

A wiggler in her sleep she can’t be still but she prefers you being in the bed than not but understands if her randomly smothering you in your sleep isn’t very preferably as she sleeps like the dead once she’s out.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Not as far as she can throw you at first. After she will ease up and trust you entirely, with all her secrets and Treasures. But if she even has an inkling you will break that trust, well, just don’t.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

Tol skeleton pirate lady.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

A very, very long time. But once she deems it acceptable (and she won’t allow you to rush it, so don’t bother trying) you’ll find a Coffer that is far less surface sweet and genuinely kind and protective of her loved ones to a fault. She isn’t as sure as she seems but can’t worry about it as mistakes can be very, very dangerous. Underneath all her tight control she is truly very soft.

W: Wild Card (Random domestic headcanon)

Her always helping you get read if you allow it. Fixing your hair, helping you get dressed, bathing you. She enjoys spoiling her s/o’s and there is something intimate in caring for someone that way that melts her.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

As if she would have allowed it in the first place. But she is an excellent healer and if an s/o is hurt they won’t even notice before she’s healed it. If a person is the cause of that injury, well, which person was that? No one has ever heard of such a person. Its like they never existed at all.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Bad etiquette and manners. She is a bit proper in that aspect but she won’t nag and yet you'll find the subtlest of reminders here and there and who would want to disappoint her? (Only Treasure who enjoys watching her sister sulk quietly over her bad table manners). Worry not, if you continue in that manner she’ll just train it out of you.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

She can be but it is slow going at first as she is tentative and a greedy thing she loves a passionate s/o to prove they want her.

#pirate au #ut au #wap #Coffer #shes lowkey yan and terrifying okay #still sweet but don't piss her off

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shibalen · 4 years

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♡ matchup for @shower-wizard

hihi! my first request! i was excited to do this. i looked up information on your signs and mbti, hopefully that’s all right :)

✩ Boku no Hero Academia

platonically, i match you with . . .

Iida Tenya

You two would make a great team! You're both reliable and care for the ones around you. While Iida's got the firmness and boldness of a leader you have the charm and the ability to harmonize. You'd work together like clockwork, instructing your classmates and helping them out any way you can.

If there's anyone you can trust, it's Iida. He was your first friend in ua and the first person to gain your trust there. If you don't like to talk much or be the centre of everyone's attention, no worries - he's got you covered so you could always be comfortable!

Honestly, he'll fight/tell off anyone if they're being loud and obnoxious and it's bothering you, no questions asked. We already know even Bakugo isn't a problem for him.

Iida has a strong sense of duty so you being nearby assures him and helps him worry less. Your loyalty is like his own, and it makes him happy someone shares his view on it. He knows he can count on you if there's ever the need.

He can't always tell how you're doing because you don't give away much, so he'll ask if there is a single grain of doubt. It's sweet but you can tell him if he's being too big a worrywart :)c

You explore different book genres together. Be prepared because he gives extremely long and detailed reviews of each one he reads, especially if you were the one who recommended it to him.

Coming from a higher-class family, Iida was likely taught how to play the piano from a young age. Though he doesn't remember much of it now, hearing you play brings back some of his old spark. Once he tries, it's more fun than he recalled.

Will take you to grand piano concerts whose tickets should have already been sold out? Sometimes you meet Yaomomo there too and other times three of you go together. You discuss your opinions on the way back while grabbing a bite to eat.

You can go to his house to practice archery whenever you'd like. His family definitely has a space for it. Iida doesn't know much about the sport himself but will cheer you on nevertheless! He learns all the vocabulary so he can understand when you talk about it.

Study sessions with the two of you are the best. It has gotten to the point where you make sure to announce them beforehand so any of your other friends can join you. you're the saviour duo (-人-)

Runner up: Denki Kaminari

romantically i match you with . . .

Shinsou Hitoshi

You know i had to. softness: check. dates indoors: check. cats: double check.

You encourage him so much. While he's definitely improved over the series, your support on his goals saves him from moments of doubt and dark thoughts. You gently remind him even the smallest progress pays off in the end, that steadily working on his shortcomings is better than comparing himself to others and doing nothing.

While he knows you're not easily deceived by others, he still keeps an eye out and making sure no one with ill intentions approaches you.

Ironically enough, the first time you met he probably tried to brainwash you during the sports festival. You'd already figured out his quirk though and just smiled at him and sauntered away. Boy was left kind of annoyed but also quite a bit intrigued.

Whether or not you're easily embarrassed doesn't matter cause Shinsou will tease you anyway. He's a little shit and enjoys cracking your mysterious demenour.

Be soft for him. Take his hand, compliment him and run your fingers through his hair. It won't take too long before he's the one subtly trying to hide his flustered face. And if you cuddle him and kiss his cheek while you're napping, I bet those dark circles would be a lot less visible.

Shinsou loves how comfortable you are to be around. He loosens up whenever you're interacting without even noticing it himself. He laughs and smiles more but if you point it out he'll either claim not to know what you're talking about or come up with a way to sidestep the topic smh

You go over to his house to study and see his cats, or vise versa, and before either of you have realized, you're snuggled up, drinking coffee/tea and exchanging book recommendations with a cat purring in your lap. Basically you're on a date now, congratulations! it comes so naturally.

You two just having a good time in a cosy café, people watching and lowkey trying to guess their stories.

He'll gift you with a lot of cute charms, bookmarks and other little things you might need. Shinsou's very observant so even if you don't tell him you'd like something he figures it out one way or the other. He just wants to see you happy.

"This is the same sheet music folder I've been planning to get. How did you know?"

"Can you imagine? This guy worked his back off asking—”

Shinsou, casually wrapping up a struggling Kaminari: "I just knew you could use a new one"

Everyone else is either lowkey scared of you or thinks you're the coolest couple. You seem like a relaxed but "mess with my s/o and you're dead" pair. Well, it's true for at least one of you.

You guys don't have a lot of pda going on but anybody who knows the two of you believes the compability is incredible. They're jelly.

❋ Kimetsu no Yaiba

Runner up: Izuku Midoriya

platonically i match you with . . .

First thing's first: the aesthetic you two have? 10/10. Tol and smol but both just emitting a calm and mysterious aura. Extra points cause you seem to have a very classy appearance so that adds to your reserved look!

Gyomei Himejima

Both of you are the type to be mistrustful towards others at first. However, although it may take a little time due to that similarity, once you have warmed up you'll be big softies for each other and it's the sweetest thing.

You dislike the same kind of people so you tend to prefer each other's company. That's probably how you met too, while steering clear from obnoxious people at a meeting. You decided to befriend him since he seemed like a more humble person to talk to.

Gyomei appreciates the way you carry yourself because you remain level-headed and kind. He thinks that is a difficult combination to keep up, as the world is far from being a fair place. Going off your infj-a personality type, he also admires that you focus more on inner peace and improving yourself rather than dwell on your weaknesses.

You are both loyal so you always have each others' backs. Your gentle nature is comforting when he's feeling emotional.

This man never fails to hear you out on your problems and give the best advice. It might not always sound like it cause of how blunt it is, but trust him.

A lot of mutual understanding. Can you read each other's mind at this point? rumors say yes.

You spend a lot of time together in quiet reading sessions. He'll read his scriptures and offer to explain them to you (though he sucks at it. . .) Feel free to rant about what you're reading too!

He'd carry you on his back, arms and shoulders and it's one of the most comfortable things ever. There is not always a reason for it. it's more like a quiet way to show he cares for you.

I can easily imagine you feeding and taking care of several stray cats together. You need to make sure he doesn't accidentally overuse his strength though while playing with them.

It's great you play the piano. Since he can't see you, listening to you play helps Gyomei form an image of you in his mind. Also, your music is therapeutic to him. He'll always come hear you play ♡

Some see you as an otherwordly pair, as in: how are you always so collected and wise? are you beings from another dimension? share your secrets with us.

Hear me out! You said you don't like rude people BUT I think Genya needs someone like you to relax more. He's stiff, short-tempered and awkward so your calm and gentle personality would help him feel at ease.

Genya Shinazugawa

Runner up: Giyuu Tomioka

romantically i match you with . . .

Tanjirō likely introduced the two of you, yet the first impression wasn't the best. Genya got too nervous, turned away to hide his blush, and ended up not speaking a word which came off as pretty arrogant.

He is so gentle with you! towards you, he's never disrespectful or mean.

But he apologised for his actions soon enough and quickly explained he wasn't very good with talking to girls. With such honesty, it didn't take too long afterwards before you came to trust him. For Genya, trusting you came easily because of how laid-back you were. He could tell you were being honest with him and it was that genuine kindness that sent butterflies into his stomach uwu

Genya's not the most talkative but his smile speaks for itself. He loves listening to you talk though. Then again, he could stare at you while you're reading him the world's most boring book and still be ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

Boy will melt at the affection you give him. He’s very blushy about it but grows more comfortable overtime (on most part at least rip) Secretly happy he's one of the only people who gets to see that side of you.

He looks up to you for having traits he lacks BuT his favourite thing about you is your confidence and passion for what you do. it inspires him to become stronger too and confront his brother.

Teaches you how to defend yourself just in case you're in trouble and he's not there. He worries.

Genya thinks it's cool you do archery, cause he does shooting! You guys often chat about your hobbies respectively. Also, showing the other how to aim with their weapon and gently adjusting their position from behind? Yes, please.

Dates would include romantic walks in the woods, picnics and trying out foods from different stands or restaurants. Don't worry though, no one will bother you. With a big guy like Genya next to you, nobody will dare raise a commotion. though you might want to stop him from death-glaring or picking a fight with anyone who talks too loud

Indoor dates also happen a lot and whatever you may be doing, Genya likes to be holding your hand. It's just so small in comparison to his and he loves it (but won't admit it) If you two are cooking or if you're playing the piano, he settles with standing next to you and enjoys your presence (✿◡‿◡ )

In conclusion, a very sweet couple that balances each other out nicely. You being soft and down-to-earth and Genya being more hot-headed but still incredibly caring ♡ Did i mention i'm a sucker for height differences?

thank you for requesting i hope you enjoyed it! i’d appreciate any feedback you might have ♡

Runner up: Tanjirō Kamado

#anime matchups #shower-wizard #len's matches

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the-greatest-tumbleweed · 4 years

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Well, I did it. Here’s the Rivers of London, Nightingale Is A Goose AU. It’s the 20s, things are getting weird again.

Quick disclaimer: this is a mashup of the story of Thomas Nightingale, the fictional RoL character, and Thomas the Blind Bisexual Goose, a real goose that lived in New Zealand and died in 2018. It is based on a previous post I made literally just being like “there was a bisexual goose named Thomas and I feel like that has fic potential”; I originally tried to post this on there, but the cut kept disappearing so here we are. I have taken a few artistic liberties; the start is based mostly on Nightingale’s life, the latter part of the story almost entirely on the actual goose. I changed the names of Henry and Henrietta the black swans to Peter and Beverly. I also needed to make a goose equivalent of WW2, but please don’t think that it is in any way meant to make light of the actual, human WW2; it isn’t, I just needed it for the story. Final point: this is an absurd concept and therefore an absurd story, which I wrote quickly while procrastinating my schoolwork. Don’t expect it to be anything it’s not.

The Untitled Nightingale Game

Thomas was born in Waikinae, around the turn of the decade – the decade being 1980. He would be known for many things over the course of his abnormally long life: he was a soldier, a leader, a lover, and a doting father. Among humans, he was a legend. But most importantly, he was a goose.

Thomas grew up with the other big, white geese of Waimanu Lagoon, and had a relatively uneventful childhood. He made some trouble, as one does when one is a young goose.

One sunny morning, a young human couple took a stroll by the lake. Thomas and his friend, Rupert, sidled up to the couple together, and just as the young man was fiddling with a diamond ring, they honked in perfect unison. The young man dropped the ring, and the couple spent a good long while looking for it in the grass.

Another, cloudier day, he and Horace covered themselves in mud and jumped out at a group of children, hissing and honking and flapping about. The children ran away, screaming. Thomas and Horace were delighted.

The fun stopped when a man with dark hair and angry eyes came to their lake. The older geese said he had been there before, but Thomas had been young then. The man’s name was William, and he collected eggs. William would visit the lake, sneaking about, and he would steal any egg he came across. The first time he came, William took a whole generation of goose eggs for his collection, and a whole generation of duck eggs, and a great many water bird families lost eggs to him as well.

The second time he came, he began to steal eggs again. He came in with his big green wader boots, early in the mornings, and took whatever he found. It was devastating. It was infuriating. It was known in the goose community the second William War.

One day, the geese and ducks and other fowl came together, and the elders said they must form a front, they must fight back. Thomas led the charge. He would hide in the rushes and jump out at humans if they got too close – after all, you never knew which of them would turn out to be William. He would hiss and nip at their ankles when they stomped around the nesting area.

The elders sent along a group of young ducks to help him; they would quack angrily as he hissed, and were brave enough follow him into any confrontation.

One day, an old man got startled by them, and kicked one of the ducks as hard as he could. From then on, Thomas fought twice as hard, and made sure he was the first in line whenever a human was involved. Nobody was allowed to hurt his ducklings.

Over time, the humans got a little nervous around Thomas, and started to recognise him among other geese. They called him The Goose, and told their children to watch out for him.

It was several months before they achieved their final goal: William was sneaking about in the rushes, looking for eggs to steal, when Thomas jumped out at him and honked. William was startled, and fell into the water with an enormous splash. Another human heard the splash, and came running, and saw that William was holding a bag full of eggs.

“Hey! Are you nicking their eggs!?” shouted the other human, and that was the end of that.

After William had been dealt with, the elders suggested they try and steal back their eggs.

“They’ll already be damaged, surely it isn’t worth the danger?” asked Thomas, but the elders insisted, and so he lead his ducklings in through the window that William had been seen in. They were noticed, and they got in trouble, and some of the ducklings were caught and taken away by the humans. Thomas never forgave himself.

For many years after that defeat, Thomas was sad. He felt guilty about the pain he had lead his ducklings into, and he missed the friends that were no longer with him. He grew apart from the other geese, segregated himself from the group, and took to wondering about, alone, lost in his thoughts. His only friend was a nightingale named Molly, who would sing to him on occasion, and cheer him up a little.

One chilly winter evening, Thomas was out for a lonely walk by the lake, when he came across a swan. He was a black swan, and he was young, and beautiful, and looked at the world with a curiosity Thomas had long forgotten.

Thomas waddled over to the black swan.

“Hello, what are you up to?” he asked the swan.

“I’m ghost hunting,” replied the swan, jokingly.

“Interesting,” said Thomas with a smile, “Any particular ghost?”

“You would do just fine,” said the swan. Ah, this was a cheeky swan.

“What’s your name?” asked Thomas.

“Peter,” said the swan, and smiled at him.

“I’m Thomas,” said Thomas, and smiled back.

The relationships of birds are not as complex as those of humans. Had Thomas and Peter been humans, their courtship may have taken days, months, or years. They may have had enough unromantic conversations to fill a series of novels. They may have never fallen in love. But they were a goose and a swan, so it only took them one conversation.

Thomas and Peter could be seen waddling about together, cleaning each other’s feathers, swimming about in the sun. They became inseparable.

The humans that walked around the area often – the ones making sick birds better and counting the numbers of each species – often wondered when Thomas and Peter would have their first child.

After a while, they became worried one of them was ill, but then one thought to check their sexes, and they all laughed.

“We’ve got a gay goose!” they exclaimed, and for a few years, other humans would come to see Thomas and Peter swanning about. Thomas and Peter quite liked the attention, and so they would happily come and see the humans, giving them a gently honked “hello”, and they became rather popular.

Thomas and Peter lived this blissful, loving life for a wonderful eighteen years, without a hiccup. Thomas made Peter smile, and Peter made Thomas laugh. Thomas told all the funny goose stories, and Peter told all the funny swan stories, and they never tired of them. They reminded each other that the world was a wonderful place.

There came a time, however, when a potential flaw in their relationship became apparent: Thomas had no desire to have any children, lest he should lose them again. Peter had no such worries.

One day, while they were out for a stroll, another black swan sidled up to them. She was glossy and beautiful, and disarmingly charming.

“Hello, I’m Beverley, fancy making some babies?” she asked, because, as established, swans are rather more direct than humans.

Peter and Thomas had a chat about this.

“I quite fancy making myself some babies, to be honest,” Peter confessed.

“Ah, right, of course,” said Thomas, sadly.

And so Peter and Beverley made themselves a batch of cygnets, and were very happy together, for a while.

Thomas was, understandably, rather upset. He returned to his old haunts, moping about in silence. The humans got a little worried about him.

One fine day, Beverley the Swan found him sitting in a puddle, feeling sorry for himself.

“Hi Thomas,” she said cheerfully, “Have a moment?”

“I have a few,” he answered.

“I see you’re moping too,” she said.

“Peter’s moping? That’s unlike him,” said Thomas, worried.

“He misses having you around,” she told him, “And I’d quite like you around, too.”

“But he’s chosen you!” exclaimed Thomas.

“He’s chosen both of us, you silly goose!” she exclaimed back.

She poked him in the side and waddled him over to their nest, and soon the humans could stop worrying again: Thomas, and Peter, and Beverley, and several batches of babies made their home together by the lake. The three adults happily shared their nest, and the cygnets were just as likely to waddle after Thomas as either of their parents.

“There goes Uncle Thomas with his little swans!” the humans would exclaim, and Thomas couldn’t have been happier.

The years went by, and everybody was surprised that Uncle Thomas was still so well.

“You know, sometimes it seems to me that I stopped ageing years ago. In fact, I almost feel as if I’m getting younger. Do I look younger to you?“

Peter laughed at him “I don’t know if you feel younger, but you haven’t changed a bit in all the time I’ve known you!”

“You’re a goose, Thomas,” said Beverley, “You’ve looked the same since you were four, and you’ll look the same when you’re forty.”

And that was the last time they spoke of that.

However, not all of them were immune to the passing of the years. Thomas reached his early thirties, and, indeed, felt as young as in his teens. Peter, on the other hand, began to slow down, and tire faster, and gave Beverly fewer children. Thomas and Beverly both noticed, but there was nothing they could do but enjoy the time they had.

“It’s been a great life, with you two,” Peter told them one day, and then fell asleep between them a final time.

Days passed, the two of them wept, and their last children left the nest.

“I’m not finished, as a mother,” Beverley told him, and wished him well. She flew to another area, where the landscape didn’t hold Peter’s memory, and life went on.

Thomas was sad anew, but a quieter, more mature sadness – the sadness of one who has lost something beautiful, but enjoyed it while it lasted. Alone again, he began to feel the weight of his years. His wings weren’t as strong as they once were, and his eyes began to falter.

He met a younger goose, and loved her, but not as he had loved Peter. They had some goslings – what an odd thing to make children of his own! – but they soon flew away, and he was alone again.

Soon, his sight was so poor he could barely make his way about the lake. The humans noticed and decided that wouldn’t do, so they picked him up and took him to bird sanctuary – though, as a goose, he did not know that it was a bird sanctuary.

“He’s a bit of a mother goose,” the humans told the keepers at the sanctuary, and the keepers listened. When the sanctuary was brought an orphan gosling, they gave it to Thomas, hoping he could look after it. He, quite literally, took it under his wing.

Happy with this successful adoption, the humans brought a few orphaned cygnets to him, as well, and he treated them as he had treated his own little cygnets, years before. More and more little birds were brought to Thomas, and he loved them all, and mothered them and fathered them and, indeed, became good old Uncle Thomas once more.

Thomas grew older, and blinder, and more tired by the day, but still he would walk about the sanctuary with his multitude of children in tow, happy as could be. Sometimes, Beverley would fly to visit him, bringing along children old and new, and the whole extended family would take a gander around the pond.

The day came when a new group joined the sanctuary: the humans came in one morning with a cardboard box of ducklings. They were young and scared, and all alone. The humans put the box where Thomas could hear them quack, and he called them, and they came and found safety and love under his old, feathered wings.

Thomas had his ducklings and he kept them safe, and he cried with joy at his wonderful luck.

Thomas the Goose spent the last of his years at the sanctuary, raising birds of all shapes and sizes. By the time he died – aged 38, which is a ripe old age, for a goose – the humans from both his places of residence reckoned he had adopted at least sixty eight baby birds of various species, mostly swan.

When he did die, happy as a goose could be, the humans wrote about it in their papers. Thomas the blind bisexual goose to be buried beside his male partner of 30 years in the greatest love story told said Pink News, and A tiny coffin, a mayoral eulogy and a bagpipe procession: Thomas the blind, bisexual goose memorialised with touching funeral as he is laid to rest next to his lover, said the Daily Mail.

And indeed, they held a funeral, and laid him to rest with the love of his life, and wondered at the marvels of nature, and when all was quiet and everybody had gone away, a nightingale perched on their tombstone, and sang.

#rivers of london #weird fanfiction #thomas nightingale is a silly goose #thomas nightingale #rol #what am i even doing #fanfiction

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tinyarmedtrex · 5 years

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Reddie + 16

Water based sex (nsfw)

“Eds, come on! Get in the water already!” Richie called out, doggy paddling around while keeping his eyes on Eddie. “It’s not cold once you’re in!”

Eddie frowned, not believing his boyfriend in the slightest. “I thought you said we were going star gazing!” He called out, hands on his hips.

“Stars are out!” Richie replied, moving so he was floating on his back and staring up at the sky. “Come gaze with meeeeebaby!”

Eddie huffed, knowing that Richie wouldn’t leave until he got in too. They only had a few weeks until both went back to college on opposite sides of the country and Eddie didn’t want to waste them screaming at Richie from the bank. Pulling off all his clothes except his underwear he walked to the water, swearing as it lapped against his legs.

“This is a fucking awful idea.” He told Richie once he finally reached him. “I’m freezing.”

“But look.” Richie gestured up, pointing to the sky and the trees. “How can you be upset?”

Something in him softened, just from how mesmerized Richie was. “Fine. You’re right.” He moved closer, wrapping his legs around Richie while also looking up. Eddie knew Richie could still touch the bottom and he took full advantage of it, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “It’s beautiful out here.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” Richie said, turning to look at him and kissing Eddie. “I can’t believe I have to say good bye to you soon.”

Eddie hummed into the kiss, leaving his lips near Richie’s. “We made it three years, this is it. Then we can finally get our own place.”

“And a cat!”

“And a cat.” Eddie agreed. Whenever either of them felt sad about being apart they’d talk about their future apartment, decorating it and debating where things would go. It reminded them both that this was temporary, that they’d be together soon and forever.

“More importantly though,” Richie shift Eddie so he was in front of him, his hands gripping Eddie’s ass. “A big bed. I’m talking huge. And we’re not leaving it for a week.” Eddie gasped as he felt Richie’s finger prod his hole, rubbing the muscle through his underwear.

“What about food?” He asked, closing his eyes.

“That’s what delivery is for.” Richie’s voice was deeper and Eddie knew he was watching his expressions. “I want you. I’ve wanted you all day. I know you wore those shorts just to tease me.”

“Maybe.” Eddie replied, starting to shallowly thrust against Richie, lost in how good it felt to be against him, how safe and sexy he felt in Richie’s arms. They had been with the losers all day, a picnic then movie. Richie was right, Eddie’s outfit had been designed to drive him crazy. He’d made sure to bend over whenever he could, feeling Richie’s eyes on him.

“God I love you.” Richie said, his lips brushing Eddie’s neck, kissing the hickeys he’d left the other night. He squeezed Eddie’s ass, making him moan loudly. He could feel Richie’s erection digging into him.

“I’m not having sex in this lake.” Eddie told him.

Laughing, Richie kissed him again. “I know, I don’t have lube anyway.” He looked around. “What about this.” Still carrying Eddie and kissing him he lifted him to a rock. Richie was still in the water and Eddie was looking down at him. “Can I take these off?” He said, snapping Eddie’s underwear.

He nodded, lifting his hips so Richie could pull them off. “Gorgeous.” He said, kissing Eddie’s thighs. “So fucking perfect.” Richie’s lips kissed the tip of his erection but quickly moved down, “Lie back.” He directed. Eddie compiled, moaning as he felt Richie’s tongue prod his hole. “Fuck Eds, we need to have sex in the moonlight more. You’re so damn hot.” His voice was muffled by Eddie’s thighs, something he never thought he’d find so sexy until he experienced it.

“Richie, shit,” Eddie gasped, unable to articulate much more. Richie’s tongue circled the tight muscle before pressing flat while his hand pumped Eddie. He moaned, the sound echoing around them.

“Love hearing you, love when you don’t have to be quiet.” Richie told him, taking a chance to nip his thighs. “Those sounds baby.” Richie’s tongue was back on him, barely pressing into his hole, and Eddie arched off the rock.

“I’m so close.” The sensation of both was too much, Richie’s undivided attention on him was always his undoing.

Richie’s response was to move his tongue and hand faster, flicking his wrist and drawing another long moan from Eddie. “Shit, shit,” Eddie cried out as he came, cum landing on his stomach as he came back down.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Richie told him, pulling the boneless Eddie back to him and kissing his neck. Eddie wrapped his legs back around Richie, kissing his neck.

“What about you?”

“Two hands baby, don’t worry.” He said, kissing Eddie’s forehead. “Plus we’ve got a whole week.” Eddie nodded, his head falling to Richie’s shoulder. “Love you Eds.”

“Love you ‘Chee.”

#reddie #notsfw #lemons #I have pool sex in an upcoming fic #so this is in a lake #gotta switch things up #tinyarmedtwrites #Anonymous

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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Take 2... ODD NUMBERS

Em you absolute MADWOMAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU X’D X’D

THIS IS GONNA BE ALL THE ODD NUMBERS FROM THIS POST (feel free to still send even ones in pFFFFffffFFFt) so I’m putting it under the cut!! Gonna be looong!! If you wanna learn random stuff about The Matt, click read more. :P

1.if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Read: Bird by Crystal Chan. Watch: Sense8. Listen to: this song.

3.three songs that you connect with right now.

this - this - this

5.have you taken someones virginity?

Nope. Not… yet? XD

7.if you could, would you take back your last kiss?

Haven’t had a proper one yet, unfortunately.

9.what was the last concert you saw?

Never been to one, too much noise and flashing lights and people = complete sensory overload and panic attack. Cinemas are bad enough. XD BUT I would be pretty tempted to see Coldplay live!!

11.do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

Sweet Cheesus yes please.

13.a song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

this :D jk jk if it was somebody I rlly cared about it would be my favourite song probably

15.do you want to have kids? How many?

*hYsTeRiCaL lAuGhTeR* buddy I can barely take care of my own impulsive ass let alone a kid. But I’m never one to say never, so… I really don’t know. I’m not gonna be the one getting knocked up though, so adoption or… something else, depending on my eventual partner’s gender.

17.do you miss anyone from your past?

Yes. The two people I really miss though were slowly killing me so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ better off!!

19.have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I sure hope not! D:

21.have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

1) Haven’t had one yet :’) 2) I really really hope I never make them cry, I’ll never intend to. D’:

23.favourite weather?

A nice, cloudy, kinda chilly day with steady rain.

25.do you wanna get married?

Honestly I really don’t mind either way so it’ll depend 100% on my partner. If they want to, sure!! If they don’t, I won’t care. I do have this thing though where I tend to pass out if I stand still for a long amount of time so that’ll be… interesting. X’D my only thing will be that I want the ring bearer to be either dressed up as a Hobbit or to be a v good dog so those are my only conditions to marriage 😂😂😂

27.what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Frodo reaction memes. X’D

29.what’s your favorite pasta dish?

Ravioli is pretty hecking good! I’m getting back into pasta recently, I never used to like it bc we used to have gluten pasta and it made me feel sick. But now I can find out which pastas I like!!! :’DDDDD

31.what’s your favorite eye color?

Blue eyes are stunning. It’s funny, my Mum has blue eyes and I’m so bitter that I didn’t inherit them. :((( But rlly all eye colours can be super pretty!!

33.are you a morning person?

Yes in the fact that I LOVE mornings. I can be grumpy first thing sometimes when I’m still half asleep but I get really happy and energetic from overtiredness lmao quickly!! :DDDD

35.what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

My boots. I’ve had them forever and I don’t own any other shoes, apart from some runners that are still practically brand new bc I never wear them. XD

37.tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Okay so normally when I’m awake at 3AM it’s one of 3 scenarios: 1) I got fixated on something and don’t know how much time has passed, or 2) my insomnia has flared up yet again and I am this close to having a mental breakdown because I’m so tired, or 3) I got overtired and now act pretty much drunk and have too much energy to go to sleep. One time I sent Enna three separate rambly stupid asks about her OCs and I was so tired that the next morning I remembered I sent them but I couldn’t remember anything I said. She was super sweet about it. The end. X’D

39.who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

My Dad. We both love the stars. We were also talking about Pokemon and DND. XD

41.do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

I don’t particularly like it, I prefer just downloading songs now. Mainly because I don’t like a lot of songs from the same band and buying a whole CD or record just for ONE song that I like on it is… meh. XD The last one I bought was an Ed Sheeran CD and it was for my mum.

43.what are your favorite memes of the year so far

I haven’t found any yet that really grab me, we’ll see. X’D

45.what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

I got my Dad a One Direction calendar once. We both hated One Direction. (When the cashier gave 12-year-old me that kind of ‘stupid teenaged girl in love with a boy band’ look I stared right back at her and told her with a straight face we were going to light it on fire. I’ve never seen anyone look so pleasantly surprised in my entire life.) My Dad loooved it. X’DI asked my Dad for a toothpick a week before my birthday once and he didn’t have one. Guess what my “present” was that year. Guess. XD

47.describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

V tol and thoughtful and pretty and talented and nice and spams me and sends me pics of cute dogs occasionally. 11/10 good fren, would befren again. :’)

49.is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Yup. Should be writing 2 things and maybe doing something else but idk if I should do the thing or not so. Procrastination it is. :))))

51.what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

Any mutual of mine who just sends me nice messages or asks me stuff warms my heart so much. And anyone who has ever shown interest in my OCs has my eternal gratitude, if y’all ever need a kidney you caN HAVE MINE.

53.what’s some of your favorite album art?

Literally anything Coldplay has ever had ever.

55.do you like concept albums? which ones?

They sound pretty cool but I don’t think I have any favourites…?? Idk.

57.list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

This one (This one. This one.

59.what do you do when you’re sad?

Isolate myself + throw love at my online friends so hopefully they don’t feel like I do. Also drink warm drinks and reading and spending time with my pets bc they always help.

61.what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had?

I read this as sex thing wooPS. X’D Best non-romantic night I’ve ever had.. hmm… the night we got our German Shepherd. It was Good Friday. We’d finally gotten our puppy. We stayed up super late watching her toddle around and fall asleep on us. One of my absolute favourite memories. :’D

63.what’s the best piece of advice you ever received?

“You will only find your special someone when you are perfectly happy with the idea of being single forever. You can only be in a comfortable and loving relationship with somebody else when you are in a comfortable and loving relationship with yourself.”

65.what’s your secret dream?

Be in a Marvel movie one day. ^-^” oof

67.three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

The only things that come to mind are P!nk songs ASDFGHJKL XD

69.three last songs you listened to

Pffft the songs I put on this thing X’D

71.have you ever had a friends with benefits?

Nope but I’d be open to the idea! (i may even have plans with one fren lmao)

73.Is there anyone you would die for?

My family (friends included), my pets, what’s right: if the world could be magically fixed but I had to die I’d do it on the spot.

75.do you give out second chances too easily?

I used to. But then I used up all my second chances on people who didn’t deserve them. Normally if somebody really seriously hurts me, I give them one more chance and make it very clear for them to please not do that particular thing again. Everyone makes mistakes, I get that. But if they do that exact same thing again, I’m normally gone. I’m done with waiting around and getting hurt over and over just to “be a good friend.” That’s not being a friend, that’s being a doormat/punching bag.

77.is this year the best year of your life?

So far, nope. We’ll see though!!! :DDDDD

79.who/what was your last dream about?

I think it was about Shameless?? I heard there was a trans character so I watched just those clips and I think I dreamt about it. X’D

Thank you so much for asking, Em!! ^____^

#Matt speaks #this took ages but it was really fun!!#XD #<3 #get to know me

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orange-antics · 6 years

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Eddsworld miscellaneous hcs

ok there's probably like 100 of these already or something, but I thought I'd add mine anyway, because hey, it's fun and I'll probably change or add a few later. (Also this ended up waaaaaaaay longer then i meant it to be wh o ops so uh be warned its pretty damn long-)

Tom:

Shortest! (i know it's normally either edd or tord, but after seeing saloonatics, I just couldn't resist the idea of the grumpiest one being the smallest. Cute right?)

Relatively strong arms, more fat around his stomach and torso then his legs.

Occasionally works gigs at local clubs and stuff for money.

Doesn't have much social media aside from Facebook so he can occasionally stalk his old college mates.

He actually likes sports like football and tennis. (His favourite sport is seeing how many bars he can hit up in one nigh-//shot//)

His hair smells like pineapple! (And the rest of him like booze-)

He's up for pretty much anything if he's drunk enough to have fun and not remember enough to regret it

But not bowling.

N e ve r bo wl ing

He's still got a scar on his left arm from The End. :( But Matt and Edd helped him to fix it up, so it's all good!

He's actually a pretty chill and sensible guy, and despite being snarky and sarcastic whenever he can, he genuinely cares about his relationships with people, scared that one day they'll get bored of him and cast him aside. He's really just a goofball with big city dreams of becoming a rockstar.

Spends like two hours in the shower crying and listening to MCR

His favourite show is Bad Education. It's good for when he needs cheering up.

He likes snacks and foods that are crunch, and salty, spicy, and sometimes savoury. So Crisps, Pringles, Doritos, chex mix etc.

Edd:

Second shortest/third tallest

Kinda chubby tbh but he's the BEST at hugs.

His forearm game is actually pretty strong because of all the time he spends making art to pay for their bills (because hey, someone's gotta do it amirite). You don't wanna head into an arm-wrestling contest with this guy.

Makes money by selling his art and also taste-testing all the latest cola products! (Just...not the diet ones).

Aside from a devianart, redbubble and maybe even a tumblr for art commissions, he doesn't really care about social media. Or regular media. Politics who?

His favourite sport? Seeing how many cans of cola he can get through on an especially difficult project. (Cricket always looked kind of fun though)

Smells like cola and not taking a shower in days because he HAS to get the lineart perfect and edd are you ok when was the last time you slept- (jokes aside, i can see him smelling like graphite and paints and sharpies from his art supplies).

Can pull the perfect poker face like damn son having a baby face sure comes in handy when lying to your roomate about why there's broken guitar strings hanging out of Ringo's mouth again

Has a scar on the inside of his eyelid from the time Tom 'accidently' poked him in the eye with a pencil (...may or may not be based off personal experience)

Edd is pretty friendly and open with people, he likes getting to know them and joking around. He's the Ultimate Punmaster ™, and loves nothing more to poke fun. He sees the world through the eyes of a cartoonist, and will never miss a comedic opportunity.

Be warned! He's actually fairly smart, and can read people well, knowing just how to really get under someone's skin. It's a good thing he can't be bothered with any of that though.

Gets his best ideas either in the tub or when hes just about to sleep. Because of that, he keeps a water-proof and regular notebook. Nearly had a heart-attack countless times because he accidently swapped them around.

Despite his complaints about absurd plot conveniences, he actually likes Doctor Wh- i mean "Proffesor Why", there's just something about the concept of time travel...he also likes cartoons! Like, a lot. He'll watch most anything and everything if it's animated and the writing is decent.

Likes anything sour, sweet, and chewy! So Jelly Babies, Wine gums, Sour patch kids, that kind of thing

Tord:

(Most of these are heavily based upon his life as Red Leader so sorry if you were looking for more domestic Tord. Maybe I'll do seperate hcs for that one day)

Second tallest! Quite a bit taller then Tom, a bit taller then Edd, just about average height, if a bit taller. He's closer to Matt in height then Edd.

He's actually quite well-built! You wouldn't think it because of the baggy hoodie he wears but he's got pretty good muscle, and his endurance and strength is well above the others. This mostly comes from the logic that he's been training and leading the Red Army, so it just makes sense to me that he'd resemble a soldier physically, yknow? AU-wise, or before he started the whole world domination thing, he'd be a little more scrawny, but he could still kick everyone's ass (he probably tried copying numerous anime battle stances lol-)

He's pretty well off, it turns out you can get quite rich by adopting some uh...rather unconventional means of money-making. Of course you could always say he just sold his inventions.

Does having your own private network of underground intelligence-gathering units count as social media? No? Nevermind.(He has a hentaihaven account-)

He likes dodgeball, archery, and you guessed it, arcade shooter games. Anything where he can point and hit something basically.

He smells like gunpowder, dirt, oil from machine maintenance and the cold? Like if the cold had a smell, he would have that smell, does that make sense? He also probably smells like Old Spice because idfk it just reminds me of him ok.

He doesn't exactly get out to socialise much, be prefers to stay at his desk, or curled up next to the fire with a mug of hot cider when he wants to relax. Sometimes Paul and Pat will drag him outside when they think he needs a breath of fresh air, and they'll go visit the nearest marketplace for food and other supplies. He likes strategic games like Chess or Draughts, and it's a good way to show off and get practice at the same time.

Scar-wise, he probably has quite a few from his fights. Post-the end, I'm not sure what would happen to him, since I've seen people go in a lot of different directions. I DO think he'd replace him arm with the robotic one, since that seemed too heavily implied to not happen. Regarding his face, I think the burns and stuff would probably heal over time, and depending on the technology in the future, he'd either still have some heavy scarring, or maybe he'd develop some kind of treatment so that it restores him to almost fully healed. He could always go the cyborg route and end up half-man half-machine like we see with future Matt and Tom.

(About the patch on his face, I have a theory about how he he aquired that scar/injury. See, I don't think Tord founded Red Army by himself, no. I think he was introduced to it by Paul (who we see in the same classroom as them in Poweredd) who was kept back a few years cause....uh...yknow- Anyway I have a theory that Tord eventually climbed the ranks until he became second-in-command, and he then murdered Red Leader and took his title. Their fight is where he got that injury. It's not really canon-supported much, but I find it an interesting concept!)

You've probably guessed, but I kind of disgree with Tord's portrayal sometimes. I think I prefer the darker, meaner side to him. I wouldn't say he's (completely) evil, but I'm not really one for the whole "self-hating, regretful angsty Tord who just wants some love and support" and stuff. I mean, it's cute with ships amd fluff, amd ideally he does make amends and rejoin the group, but I just like the thought that he's genuinely not a nice guy yknow? Like, he's actually done some fucked up stuff, and The End is probably just one case. (Of course this is all opinion based so feel free to disagree if u wanna wheeze-)

Has the WORST sleeping schedule. Has been known to fall asleep in the bath/shower.

He prefers movies to shows. His favourite is the Kingsman series (he can relate on many different levels).

Likes bittersweet things, (just like his personality amirite-). So cake with coffee, or tarts, liquorice, hard candy, that kind of thing.

Matt:

(My favourite-)

He tol. Tallest of them all!

Someone once described him as "borderline twink" and tbh i agree. I feel like he'd have a slightly feminine figure (which is perfectly normal!) and he both rocks it, and knows he does.

He works at a nail salon every now and again, his self-confidence and bubbliness makes him get along well with customers. (Also Matt would definitely wear nail polish ok dont even try to convince me otherwise. Actually speaking of,)

He has EVERY kind of social media possible. Instagram, twitter, facebook, tumblr, facebook, snapchat, you name it! He's especially prominent on instagram. He likes to keep an ~aesthetic~

He likes gymnastics and dance, activities like that. Anything which puts him in a creative spotlight. He'd probably take up acting classes, and then insist on only being given monologues.

He'd probably have quite a pleasant and nature-y smell? Like uhh citrus-y, pine tree, a hint of flowers, that kind of thing. Although he'd DEFINITELY slap on way too much cologne on a date or something and end up smelling like he just emptied out a bottle of febreeze.

He'd probably go out quite a lot! I can see Matt being a social butterfly, his friendliness and general likeability probably mean that he's got a few friends and stuff around. I can also see him as the kind of person who'd enjoy taking walks in the park, sitting below a tree, that kind of thing. He probably runs a self-love session (that works a little TOO well). He wants to get out there and show off his beautiful face, so it doesn't take a lot to drag him outside (provided you keep a mirror on you, that is).

He doesn't really have any physical scars. I mean, i do hc him with freckles, but they don't count so. he has a mental scar. After he hit himself with the memory eraser gun, he completely erased his memories. It took a while for him to settle onto the personality he has now. His face was the one thing that he knew for certain held a sense of familiarity and stability, so that's partly why his narcissism boomed so much. He sometimes gets random flashbacks of being a zombeh leader, being less of a nicer person, and it can be quite unnerving for him. He also has other memory issues, which is why he can forget things so easily, and comes across as an idiot most of the time.

He can be quite oblivious, but I dont think hes a total idiot. He can read people fairly well, and is emotionally intelligent. He says stupid things sometimes despite knowing they'll get a reaction, just because he wants to, and thinks that life should be as fun and full of joy as possible. He's too trusting, and wants to see the good in everyone. At the end of the day, if you disrespect him (and his face), you'll see that he can be more then just the nice guy.

LUSH!! Matt is HERE for all those lush products. I'm talking bath bombs, lip scrubs, shower jellies, all that good stuff! And ofc he has like 100+ products for his hair and skincare routine, because let's face it, it's Matt. I also like to think he owns a bunch of bath toys and rubber duckies, and like the kid at heart he is, he'll sit in a bubble bath playing with them, and re-enacting all of their adventures.

He mostly prefers youtube videos over TV, so you bet he's subscribed to all the beauty gurus, vloggers, people like that. He does think children's cartoons are nice to watch though, so every once in a while he'll force Tom and Edd to sit with him and watch the latest season of My little pony.

He likes anything sweet and fun to look at! Especially if it's trending, so he can post pictures of himself eating/drinking it. So if there's another rolled ice cream/new starbucks-ccino/unicorn themed food item floating about, he'll probably be trying it.

(Ah man this turned out way longer then i thought. It went from simple headcanons to like full blown theories whoops- maybe i should make seperate posts if its too difficult to read? Anyway let me know what you think nonetheless!)

#eddsworld #ew matt #ew tom #ew tord #ew edd #eddsworld matt #eddsworld edd #eddsworld tom #eddsworld tord #ew hcs #headcanons #eddsworld headcanon

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evilrevan · 6 years

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I’m in a mood to share some bits and pieces of my smol avocado Jedi knight and her easily annoyed tol tomato boyfriend.

Under read more because I have no self-control in terms of how much I write down for Aditaya/Scourge.

Before the events of Kotfe, Scourge and Aditaya had a sorta truce between one another. Neither of them enjoyed the other's side comments of becoming sith or turning to the light. With this in play, the two of them found they could talk about differences between the two sides and learn from one another. Both had a great deal of respect for each other, regardless of their alignment.

Aditaya mainly was a model Jedi Knight for the order. Granted, there were a few things she didn't follow personally, such as allowing others to seek happiness with another or refuse to compromise.

Aditaya has zero sexual/romantic experience. None. In fact any sort of hint of either, that she recognizes, instantly make her feel uneasy and very uncomfortable. The reason for this was because she was extremely young (18ish) when she was forced on her path pre-Kotfe. As such her, rather childlike looks caught a great deal of attention offworld.... Some downright repulsive. As such she's still highly uncomfortable around Doc, but does trust him.

Lord Scourge found out about her flaw through simple observation. And while it might have been amusing to play upon her weakness or force her to correct it, neither situation would gain her trust. Therefore when possible he would hang back whenever she was discussing objectives, gathering facts, or simply moving between areas during missions- watching and waiting. More often then not, his presence was enough to curb unsavory tongues. Other times it required him to intervene with the pretense of moving things along. Aditaya never caught on to this.

The two of them do enjoy sparring from time to time. Mostly Aditaya teaching scourge the many changes in Jedi forms/styles. Often times she wins against him. Sometimes he does.

Between the events of before Kotfe and the death of the emperor, Aditaya does end up 'adopting' a lone, female mirialan off the streets. For a time Aditaya simply cares for her on the ship as she struggles to get the poor girl to open up to her. Vediria, as she tells her, clings to Aditaya like a lifeline. Following her, listening, and constantly seeking her attention.

Over a few days, Aditaya is seen as this girl's mother. This is equal parts terrifying and confusing given Aditaya's role in the order, and the threats always looming over her and her crew. Lord Scourge does berate her for simply not dropping the child off somewhere out of the way as well as mildly mock her Jedi teachings pertaining to no family and attachments.

Vediria learns of Scourge's unique emotional status and the young girl tries to offer him things she finds in order to make him happier. She doesn’t realize he simply can’t feel only that he doesn’t seem ‘happy’.

Once or twice Vediria refers to him as ‘father’, noticing how close he is with her mother. Scourge harshly scolds her and forces her to never say that word again.

In a year or two Vediria starts to display force sensitivity and Aditaya is forced to send her to the order for training. Scourge immediately dislikes the idea of creating another brainwashed Jedi.

Lord Scourge was one of the few that never felt Aditaya's perceived 'death' aboard Darth Marr's ship. Somehow he, Kira, and Vediria were only a handful who knew without a doubt she was alive in those five years. Scourge contacted both republic and imperial networks in hopes of seeking her out. He managed very little and relied on gathering his own information in that five-year gap. Most of his data ended up in Lana's hands, leading up to her and Theron figuring out her whereabouts and breaking her free

In Aditaya’s absence Scourge seeks answers to his own problem, tracking down the hand one by one in an effort to learn more of what the Emperor did to him. Many of them were present for his induction and ‘gift’. However after the Emperor’s death, few remain lucid and sane.

Scourge is able to temporarily stave off the alchemic change the emperor did to him via a special concoction- thanks to his interrogation of a Hand member. However, he needs to inject himself regularly or else the effects fade and he’s back into his emotionless state. Only bits and pieces of his senses are restored and fade over the course of five hours.

In year five of Aditaya’s disappearance, Vediria tracks Scourge down in order to track down her mother’s whereabouts. Neither of them knows where she is currently but the both of them do feel the pull of- something drawing them towards a place in unknown space - Asylum.

Vediria and Scourge managed to meet Aditaya hours before the confrontation with Arcann at the control station. Scourge noted the physical and mental changes in her, a very different person then he knew before she disappeared five years ago. He wasn’t sure if he approved of them or not.

Instead of Lana saving Aditaya after taking a lightsaber to the gut, Scourge was the one to get to her first- Vediria nipping at his heels after arguing the fact she could keep up and that Aditaya was gravely wounded and needed medical attention. She could keep her mother stable whereas Scourge could not.

Vediria was tasked with keeping Aditaya moving while Scourge cleared the way for the two. When they got closer to the gravestone Scourge had to intervene and carry her aboard or else she’d never make it even with Vediria’s help.

Scourge did his best to hide the fact he could feel again, albeit temporarily, from Aditaya. Anything he felt or sensed was only fleeting. Nothing he needed to complicate.

When the galaxy slowed down enough for them to talk about the past five years, Aditaya trusted him with the knowledge that the emperor’s spirit was embedded inside her. Not able to take over her mind and focused more on killing his children instead. Grimly she asked him if she lost to him that he was to kill her. He knew her well enough to do it. And he had the strength. Scourge accepted it.

Aditaya confided in him during the events of Kotfe and Koftet. Trusting in the fact he’d never lie to her and be upfront with her, whereas so many others did the opposite. She trusted Lana and Theron. But they didn’t know about the Emperor, the strain she felt, and the burden of having hundreds of lives riding on her. She led a small team. Now? she led hundreds. The number growing as the days passed.

For stress relief, she sparred with Scourge. Reminded of the years before everything went to hell. It brought her some measure of comfort.

Eventually Aditaya sought out Scourge to learn of the dark side after meeting both Satele and Darth Marr. They drilled into she needed to expand beyond what she knew- to grow in order to best Arcann and Vaylin. Scourge was the only one with the years behind him to teach her what she needed to know. She didn’t relish relying on the dark side at all, but if she needed it to help put things back together, she’d do it.

During training, Scourge became increasingly frustrated with Aditaya as she couldn’t simply let her guard down and ‘feel’ the darker side of the force. She tried. But the order dug too deeply into her for her to simply forget about them and open up entirely. He employed less ‘extreme’ measures to see if they would work. None did. Eventually, he was faced with a difficult situation. Either he used force to crack down or tried an equally terrible method to cause her to crack. He chose the latter.

Breaking Aditaya’s comfort zone he kissed her. He was prepared for her to hate him for it. And he was right. Aditaya didn’t flee or hide from him. as he suspected she’d do in the past. Rather she became a maelstorm of anger and fury. Lashing out at him for crossing the line. No matter the outcome she was able to tap into the darkside. So Scourge accepted her ire.

Aditaya did avoid Scourge for the better part of the campaign. Refusing to speak to him or acknowledge he was enough around. Over time she did forgive him- unhappily.

During a sensitive mission requiring the two of them, Aditaya figured out Scourge could feel something when his emotions flooded into the force as he reacted to being shot several times by a skytrooper. Scourge forced her to ignore everything until they were done. Once they were he admitted he could feel to a limited degree and for only five or so hours before the effects of the medicine he took wore off. He wasn’t cured of his affliction.

late in Koftet the two of them get together romantically/physically. And Scourge is forced to take it slowly otherwise Aditaya would simply become too overwhelmed and break it off with him. It was rather hard at first.

The two of them post-Koftet learn that yes it is possible for Pureblood and Mirialans to create offspring together. Something not documented until now. Aditaya’s first pregnancy ends up in a miscarriage due to a birth defect in the fetus. The second one goes smoothly and she gives birth to a healthy odd looking son.

Their firstborn ends up looking like a hybrid of both of them. His skin mostly a lighter shade of green than Aditaya with patches of red skin dotting his body. The red patches of skin are thicker than the rest of him- emulating the skin density of purebloods have. Despite the green skin tone, he does resemble more of Scourge with his ridges, small tendrils on the face, and bone ridges above the eyes. Look at Bark’s rendition of how hybrids between the species might look because I love it!

The trend continues when Aditaya ends up having twins - a boy and a girl this time around. They look exactly the same save for the red splotches appearing on different parts of their bodies and in more defined patterns.

#Swtor #Lord Scourge #Jedi knight #Aditaya #Mirialan #Scourge/Jedi Knight #Long post #Kotfe #I got more of for these fellas #But I wanted to start off slowish?#Even if this is NOT AT ALL SLOWISH/SMALL in terms of details #Feel free to prod me about them

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ukulelewrites · 7 years

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Epiphany

A/N: omgomgomg after a billion years I finally finished my first full length fic *applause* Anyways ty to the beautiful network of people that are the #1 hype squad @smols-n-tols. I hope you guys enjoy~

Pairing: NCT’s Ten x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Slight Humor? Just Another Soulmate!AU ™

Word Count: roughly 4k

It was the way your heart ached when you knew: another break-up, another death, another affair.

You learned of this defect when you were younger. You’d hear your mother talk quietly to your grandmother about it, about how her daughter had La Douleur Exquise. Your soulmate in your past life rejected you; the heartbreak he bestowed upon you stayed with you into your next life and the life after that. The ache only ends when they finally accept you as their soulmate. The probability of finding your soulmate in the world is one out of seven billion. Of course the rules of the universe do not punish you for not finding your soulmate; it only punishes you when you’re rejected by them. The ache only appeared when you were near someone else with a broken heart.

You remember passing by the golden couple in senior year and feeling the familiar ache. You remember staying at your aunt’s house after your uncle’s funeral and feeling sharp pangs in your chest. The pain amplified with the severity of the heartbreak. That golden couple was just another ill-fated high school romance, doomed from the start. However, your aunt and uncle were soulmates; they were tied together by the numbers written across their right wrist, their soulmark. The six numbers were simple; the first two showed your soulmate’s birthday, the next two was your soulmate’s birth month, and the last two were the ending two numbers of their birth year. 270296. Those were printed in red ink across your wrist, a constant reminder of your past’s rejection.

You blew another bubble towards the toddlers that waddled around you. It was your town’s annual spring carnival, and your friend roped you into helping her out. She sat at the picnic table turning children into tigers and pandas while you entertained the little ones with bubbles and the occasional fairy tale. It was your fourth telling of Cinderella when your friend closed up shop for lunch. Her shirt was stained with blobs of paint, her face covered in splatters of glitter, and flecks of paint found their way to her hair. “Do you think any of the food trucks have anything for three dollars and a nickel?” she asked as she counted the loose change in her palm. You paid no mind to what she said as you were too preoccupied with the ache in your chest. At this point in time, you couldn’t help but muse at the possibilities. Another unrequited love? Another failed teen romance? The possibilities were endless, especially with the amount of people around you. “Another heartache?” your friend asked with a wry smile.

You kept your sleeves pulled past your hands. It was freshman year of high school, and after the hellhole of middle school, you weren’t showing your mark to anyone. You didn’t even understand why they wanted to see; multiple people share the same birthdays. Their soulmate might not be the stoner that sat next to them in class, but it could be his salutatorian twin brother. Your parents made it known that even if they share birthdays; you will know. They say it’s the magnetic pull that person has on you. Your soulmate will pull you in, and you will pull them in. At least, that’s how it’s supposed to go. You kept your head down, keeping your eyes on the tattered bio textbook. If you stayed quiet and didn’t anything too drastic, no one will notice you. No one will notice the red numbers on your wrist. You were so engrossed by your thoughts that you didn’t noticed the girl that slipped into the stool next to you. “Hello!” she said before snapping her gum, “I’m (F/N).”

It was that day when you found solace in someone else. She would hover around you in the classes you shared, and she found her way at your lunch table halfway through sophomore year. It was the first time you had someone you could call a friend. It was a Saturday night in junior year when you showed her your mark. You expected her to apologize or to look at you in disgust, like all those other people did before, but she didn’t. She gave it a once over and then proceeded to ask for more popcorn. It was that moment when you realized you found your best friend.

Your t-shirt clung uncomfortably to your back as you waited for your pink lemonade. The boy who took your order kept on banging his head on the window whenever he stuck his head out to call out numbers. “96! Order 96! One pink lemonade!” he called out. You wove your way through the crowd that was gathered around the cart and handed him your ticket. “Yo, Y/N, is that you?” You looked up to see Johnny Seo, the boy who sat behind you in AP Chem senior year. Also the boy who happened to be your best friend’s soulmate. “Yeah, (F/N) is over there by Taeyong’s truck if you want to see her before she’s taken away by the toddlers again.” He playfully sent a glare towards the food truck across from his. “Ya know, the name Dungeon Truck might scare some customers away, but look at our food! Pink lemonade, grilled cheese, smiley face tater-tots, it’s all for the irony. Right, Hansol?” The blonde stuck his head from behind Johnny and gave a quick nod before returning his attention back to his grilled cheese. “Your food is bomb, Johnny. But, TY Truck has Taeyong and Jaehyun. You can’t really beat that. Plus Winwin’s ice cream truck is doing really well too!” Kun perked up from behind Johnny before being swatted away from your view by the latter.

“When all the boys of Nu Chi Tau decide to compete with food trucks, you know the popularity of the spring carnival skyrockets,” (F/N) absentmindedly said as she dug her spoon into the scoop of chocolate ice cream that sat between you two. You can tell she was watching the flock of girls that swarmed around Johnny’s truck; she absentmindedly swiped her thumb across her soulmark. “Eh, he knows you’ll kill him if he tries anything,” you said while sipping at your drink. The ache was coming back. You looked around you and only saw smiling faces, and you hoped to god this ache wasn’t because of (F/N). Luckily, Johnny came over to steal your best friend away, and the pain was still there after they left. “At least, they’re in love,” you wistfully thought to yourself, “but why does it still hurt?” You stood up, hoping for some form of relief, but it got worse. “It’s fine; I’ll be fine,” you repeated as you cleared off the picnic bench. You decided to go back to the face paint tent and find solace in the toddlers. (F/N) was already there by the time you got back, and she was lovingly painting a dick on Johnny’s face. The toddlers weren’t back yet, thank god. You quickly approached the loving couple.

“Oh, (F/N), I forgot to introduce you to my friend. He just moved back here, and he’s rejoining Nu Chi and-” Johnny was cut off.

“That’s very nice, sweetie, but I need to finish this before the kids come back.”

You didn’t want to interrupt the moment between them, but the pain was too much. “(F/N)-”

Johnny interrupted you, “Hey (F/N), my friend is right behind (Y/N)! Did you guys meet alrea-” You fainted before he could finish his sentence. The last thing you remembered was a pair of arms catching you before you could hit the ground.

You opened your eyes to the familiar sight of your dorm’s beige walls. (F/N) was pacing around the room. You lifted yourself off of the bed, “(F/N), are you okay?”

She whipped her head towards you, and her eyes grew comically large, “You faint in the middle of the spring carnival, and you’re asking if I’m okay? You’re really something, (Y/N).”

“It’s nothing bad. My heartache just got really bad, and it probably got too much and- How did I get back to the dorm? You aren’t exactly the strongest person in the world.”

“Oh, Johnny’s friend brought us back to the dorm because my boyfriend couldn’t leave Hansol alone in the truck to talk to customers,” she rolled her eyes at the last half of her comment. She then smirked. “You know, his friend is really cute by the way. Like, he’s a definite 10.”

You snorted, “You know I’m not interested in dating anyone.”

“Who said you guys had to date? A simple, nice-” You threw a pillow at her face.

It has been two days since the spring carnival, and (F/N) is still talking about the friend. “He’s a definite 10, like-” You slammed your book shut and shot her a dirty look before storming out of the library. She knew by now that you had no interest in dating; you weren’t interested in the fact they’ll run off once they see your wrist. The makeup covered up the ugly red numbers well, but you knew if anyone got too close, they’d see it. Then, your heart started aching again. This one just as intense as the spring carnival one. You tripped over your own feet and landed hard onto the sidewalk. You ignored the curious glances as you curled up into a ball and let out a cry. “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it-” those thoughts kept playing through your head, and another cry parted your lips. Then you felt a hand on your shoulder; it made another ache shoot through your heart, but you felt warmth from it. The person was trying to help you up. “No stop, it hurts, it hurts, IT HURTS!” your mind shouted out. You were sitting upright now and from behind your hair you looked up.

He looked so kind. Your eyes couldn’t help brim with tears again. Your heart ached so much, but you couldn’t help it. He was ethereal. You couldn’t help but want him, even if it tore your heart apart. The way he tilted his head; the way his nose sloped cutely upwards; the way his- no, stop, please stop. Your heart ached harder the more your thoughts wandered. That was when you knew; he was your soulmate. That was when you jolted to your feet.

You booked it. Your legs and arms pumping hard, carrying you anywhere, anywhere but there. The ache was dulling the further you got away, but the tears kept on coming. You ended up in front of the Nu Chi building. The door was always unlocked, so you barged right on in to find your source of comfort. “Yuta!” you called out as you walked up their stairs, but your legs were too weak at this point. You fell down onto the steps and let out another sob, “Yuta, I need you.”

“(Y/N), are you okay?” he was dressed for soccer practice, but he stopped his tracks when he saw you there. “C’mon, let’s go to my room.”

He wrapped you up in the fuzzy blanket and gave you a box of tissues. “What happened?” That was when you told him everything he missed out on while he was away: the spring carnival, the friend, the heartache, the whole soulmate thing. He sat the on the floor listening to everything. He didn’t care that the sun was down now, and coach was gonna be on his ass for missing practice because you were here. You were there upset and crying on his bed; there was no way he could leave you alone during all of this. He remembered when his soulmark turned blue; his soulmate died, and he’d never meet her in this lifetime. He remembered every emotion he went through, and there was no way he’d let you go through that.

“If he’s a member of Nu Chi, then he’d be back home soon. You should probably head home soon,” Yuta said as the noise level downstairs went up.

“Are you making me walk home alone, in the dark, in this state?” you pouted from your blanket fort.

He wavered for a minute, “Fine, I’ll walk you home, and maybe I’ll figure out who it is. If we’re talking newer members that recently came back or joined, Mark, Winwin, Donghyuk…”

Your heart came back to kick you in the ass. “God fucking damnit,” you uttered. The ache amplified as the footsteps towards Yuta’s bedroom got louder. You shut your eyes shut and pulled the blanket closer to yourself. Yuta’s eyes widened in realization. The door was thrown open, and he was there. “Yuta, I was- Hey, you’re the girl from earlier…” he was cut off by your very dramatic reenactment of the spring carnival incident.

“It’s Ten, isn’t it?” (F/N) when she noticed that your eyes were open. Yuta must’ve taken you back to your dorm.

“Yeah, it’s the 10 out of fucking 10 guy you were talking about-”

“His name is Ten; he just returned from some dance competition in Thailand, and he’s your soulmate,” she blurted out in one breath. Disbelief was written all over her face. You scooted over on your bed to make room for her. The two of you laid side by side, trying to decypher the situation.

“You know, if he’s your soulmate, and he accepts you. Doesn’t that mean this whole heartache thing goes away?”

“If he accepts me. Remember, he rejected me in the past; he can do it again.”

“But that was a past-him. This is present him; who happens to have a black soulmark, so he doesn’t know about any past rejections. This is a chance for you to get rid of this stupid curse and to finally have a soulmate that, you know, reciprocates.”

“How can he accept me if I can barely be near him without passing out?”

“Skype? Snapchat? You use technology more than I do!” (F/N) threw her hands up into the air.

“I know, but still, online relationships don’t work out most of the time. Plus, won’t he think something is weird if I live on the same campus as him but only want to see him online?”

She paused for a moment, “True, what if there’s a way to hold off the pain?”

She had dragged you to some voodoo bullshit shop tucked away in some back alley. “(Y/N), Em here will help you with everything. After all, she was the one who directed me to Johnny,” (F/N) said with a satisfied look on her face.

“No, (F/N), 10 shots of tequila and a lap dance directed Johnny to you.”

“Same difference, Em was the one who told me to go to the party. She said, ‘Don’t fret over mistakes, instead live freely and release your bad vibes.’ I totally failed my internship interview that day, but she told me to go to the party instead of moping in my room. I went to that party instead and met my soulmate!”

“Or you took some lady’s hella broad advice and coincidentally met your soulmate at a party. You could’ve easily gone out with me that night to release your ‘bad vibes.’”

Before (F/N) could reply, a small woman came out from the back room. She quickly went up to (F/N) and engulfed her in a hug. “My beautiful child, have you come here for me to read your fate again? I assume all is well with Mr. Tall & Handsome?” She topped it off with a wink. Yeah, you had to get out of here.

“And who is this lovely lady?” she said as she sauntered up to you.

“I’m (Y/N), and this is a mistake. I really should get—” you were cut off when she suddenly grabbed you by the arm and pulled your wrist closer to her. Her thumb swiped at your wrist until the makeup came off, revealing your glaringly red soulmark. Her eyes widened, “He has found you. No, you have found him. He must know of this,” she rubbed the soulmark again. Her grasp on your arm loosened, and she hurried into her backroom. (F/N) gave you an “I-told-you-so” look. The woman came back out and tightly wrapped red string around your wrist; she then covered it with black fabric. “This will lessen the pain. Replace the red string every week or so.” (F/N) hurriedly grabbed your arm and yanked you out the door while shouting goodbye to the little lady.

“There’s no way in hell—”

“Shut up, it’s going to work, and you will finally have some bombass dick in your life.”

It was the night after your meeting with the small lady, and (F/N) decided to put the bracelet to the test. That was how the two of you ended up outside of Nu Chi, ready for a typical frat party. The slight ache in your chest was still there, but was overshadowed by the rapid thumping of your heart against your ribcage. A slight lightheadedness overcame you as you walked up the steps. (F/N) wrapped her arm around your shoulders and maneuvered you through the crowd. She led you to the basement where Johnny sat, nursing a cup of liquor. Ten was nowhere in sight. “Johnny!” (F/N) exclaimed as she plopped down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. You awkwardly stood in the center of the room, “So Johnny, any pledges worth noting?”

“You hoe,” he joked, “Nah, well, Ten returned from his dance competition, but I bet you he’s banging some chick upstairs now.”

“How, er, lovely. Anyways, where’s the liquor?”

Johnny absentmindedly waved his cup towards the stairs, “Don’t get too shit faced!”

You maneuvered around the dancing bodies towards the kitchen. Yuta was standing at the counter mixing hell knows what into his cup. “(Y/N), you actually came tonight!”

“I decided not to hole myself up with my textbook for once,” you shouted over the music. He gave you your own cup and guided you to the backyard.

“So, Ten’s your soulmate?” he asked after the two of you sat down on the grass.

“I guess so, but it doesn’t really mean anything at this point. Like, he might not even feel that connection thing between us.”

Then a voice came from above, “Hey Yuta, got any cond—oh, you have company.”

You looked up to see Ten sticking his head out the window and couldn’t help but notice the curtain of pink hair that fell beside him. You bit the inside of your cheek in annoyance at the slight ache that ran through your chest. Yuta carefully looked over to you before replying, “Second drawer from the top in my bedside drawer!” You chugged down the rest of your cup.

Yuta kept you away from the liquor after you drained two cups in the matter of minutes. “Okay, (Y/N), I’m going to leave you here for a second. Don’t go near the bar, or I swear to god…” he shouted over the music. You leaned against the wall and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Suddenly, the ache returned. You looked around but didn’t see him anywhere. You tugged irritably at the band of fabric around your wrist. “Useless piece of shit—” your muttering was cut off by a slight brush against your shoulder. Suddenly, a surge of warmth and ease moved throughout your body. A tingling sensation surged over you, and you, embarrassingly enough, let out a low moan. “Uh, hey, are you okay?” someone said to you as their hands tried to help steady you. Another wave of euphoria washed over your body; you slowly peeked your eyes open to see Ten peering down at you. His eyes widened in realization, “Hey! You’re that girl that keeps passing out whenever I meet you! Glad to see you in a conscious state, I’m Ten.” He extended his hand; you eyed it warily before grasping it firmly. You quickly regretted it as more warmth washed over you; a whimper barely escaped your lips before you grimaced, “Nice to meet you too.” Soon the pink haired girl appeared behind him, whispered in his ear, and whisked him away.

“So you’re telling me that instead of feeling pain now when you’re around him, you feel euphoria?” (F/N) asked bewildered. Some nearby students glared at her; the librarian shot her a glare.

“Well technically, I have to touch him to-” a quick glare cut you off, “Yeah, it’s euphoria now instead of pain.” Right as you said that, a sharp pang returned to your chest, then the pink haired girl walked quickly past you, tears streaming down her face. You then noticed a guilty looking Ten sitting two tables away from yours. (F/N) nudged your foot, sending you a look, “Go talk to him.” Anxiety soon gnawed at your stomach, “Ya know, (F/N), I don’t feel well right now, I’m just gonna lea-” she glared at you, “Okay, okay, fine, I’ll talk to him.” You stood up and collected all of your books before making your way towards his table. “Um, hey, Ten. It’s Girl Faints-A-Lot,” you cringe internally at the poorly chosen nickname, but your anxiety softened at the light chuckle he emitted. “Girl Faints-A-Lot, huh? What about your real name?” he motioned for you to sit across from him, which you gladly took, and as you were organizing your pens, you told him your name. “(Y/N), hm, doesn’t quite roll off of the tongue like Girl Faints-A-Lot, right?” he was smirking at you now, and you couldn’t help but physically cringe at the name again. “Please don’t ever, just, no. I want to take back that entire statement now,” you said as you buried your face behind your face. Ten grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face, causing a warmth to run through you, “I don’t know, (Y/N). I thought it was pretty cute.” He then released your arms from his grasp and walked out of the library.

The next time you saw Ten was at a small get-together at Nu Chi’s house. (F/N) casually plopped herself down on Johnny’s lap, and you took a seat on the floor nearby Ten’s feet. With a strong sense of courage, and before your shame could sink in, you leaned against Ten’s leg, sighing as the warmth washed over you. Then you felt a hand rest itself on your head before it ran through your hair; you couldn’t help stop the smile that crept itself onto your lips. You heard a low chuckle from behind you, so you leaned your head back to see Ten smiling down at you.

You don’t know how it happened, but slowly the relationship between you and Ten began to blossom into something a little bit more. However, as the affections increased, whatever magic that was in the bracelet was beginning to wear off. At first when the pangs came back around Ten, you brushed it off as another break-up within the frat. However, one night when you and Ten were alone in the library cramming for the final, the pangs came back full force, causing you to lurch forward in your seat. Ten quickly grabbed your hand, “(Y/N), you okay?” You waved him off, giving an excuse about a cramp before packing up your things and running out of the door.

You sat in front of Em, fidgeting in your seat under her scrutiny. “So the bracelet stopped working?” she questioned. You quickly nodded, “Everything was going fine, but then one day it just, poof, went back to normal.” She hummed under her breath as she scoured through her bookshelves trying to find something to explain it. She then caught sight of a small leather booklet laid haphazardly on the top of a pile of junk, grabbing it quickly, and flipping through the pages. “Ah hah!” she exclaimed before rushing towards you, “He is in the stage of falling for you! The bracelet stopped working because you don’t need it anymore. Just get him to fall for you full-heartedly, and you’ll be free!” You sat there in silence, absorbing the newfound information, “But Em, how am I supposed to get him to fall full-heartedly for me if I can’t even approach him?” She waved you off as she went to her backroom, “That’s not my problem, darling. Don’t you kids have, what’s it called? Snapcat?”

After days of avoiding Ten, you realized that running away from all of this wasn’t going to fix your situation, so that was how you ended up in Ten’s room fiddling with the ends of your hoodie. “I’m sorr-” you started, but Ten quickly enveloped you in his arms; you tried your best to fight off the wince. “God, as long as you’re okay,” he murmured into your hair. You could’ve stayed like that forever, but you came here with a purpose, so you nudged him off of you and, with a quiet voice, said, “You don’t have to care so much, Ten. Our whole thing is only temporary until you meet your soulmate.” The end of your sentence trailed off, and you tried to ease the tension in the room with a half-hearted laugh which quickly died off when you saw the expression on Ten’s face. “I don’t believe in that stuff, (Y/N),” he said, stone-faced. You looked at him questionably, “What do you mean? Everyone believes in it even if they say the-” your voice caught in the back of your throat when you finally realized something you should’ve noticed a lot earlier; his wrists were bare. Absolutely zero ink of any kind adorn his wrists. At that realization you stood up with shaky legs, “Oh well, I’m so so sorry. I just thought, I don’t know how to say...Ten, you’re my soulmate.” After you finished those words you bolted out the door, fearing rejection once again.

“Order 96! Order 96!” the barista hollered from behind the counter of the college’s cafe. You handed her your ticket and took your drink, giving her a quick thank you before you headed for the door; however, your steps stilled once you heard a familiar voice call out your name. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” You knew it was him, so for the third time in your life, you ran out the doors away from him. However, this time, he ran after you. Ten caught up to you quickly and stopped you. You winced at the increased intensity of the pain, but something in you couldn’t make you pull away. You heard Ten panting softly as he turned you around to face him. “(Y/N), I talked to (F/N), okay? I know you suffer from La whatever something in French, okay? But I want you to know that I love you, and I’m not saying this out of sympathy or whatever other bullshit excuse you made up in your head to justify you avoiding me. I’m saying I love you because you stay up til 3am helping me study for my Econ final which you’re not even taking; I love you because you never complain whenever I have dance practice until dead into the night and have to cancel our date plans, yet you still show up to my studio with snacks and drinks, and lastly, I love you because you’re you. Okay? I don’t know how stupid past me must’ve been to reject the most amazing woman to have entered my life. Well, after my mom, but you know what I mean.” You stood there in awe, trying to run his monologue through your mind. Ten was growing antsy at your silence, “Oh screw it.” He pulled you closer to him and pressed his lips firmly against yours. Your eyes widened in shock before fluttering closed, and in front of the cafe, with a hot chocolate with one hand, you felt the pangs in your chest melt away into warmth.

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Rainfall

A little angsty thing I wrote for @wraithslight a little while ago

Sharing it bc @void--hunter wanted to see it.

And also I really like it. It’s got nice backstory in it.

As always Amn is Wraith’s

It’s raining. It’s an autumn rain, early autumn at that. There’s a chill to it, not enough for it to be unpleasant, but it’s still there. Cinder heard it as it fell, as dusk crept over the horizon. He told Amn that he was going to go out in the rain for a while. He would do that sometimes. Amn didn’t know why yet. It’s been two hours. The rain has only gotten worse. Cinder still isn’t back in but Amn can see his silhouette standing outside, head tipped up towards the deluge. He slides out of his chair, takes an umbrella from the door, and opens it as he steps outside.

He lets his feet crunch on the gravel as he approaches Cinder, letting him know that he’s behind him. He stands next to him, trying to read Cinder’s face.

“You’ll catch a cold out here,” he breaks the silence a little tentatively.

“Maybe.”

“I’ve got an umbrella.”

“I saw.”

“Cinder,” he walks a little closer. Water soaks to Cinder’s skin. His hair now lies flat. His shirt sticks to him. If he’d been wearing eyeliner, it probably would be running. Amn doesn’t think he is though, “Is everything okay?”

“I guess so.”

That answer bothers Amn. Cinder normally won’t talk about what’s bothering him and whenever Amn asks, that’s usually the answer he gets unless he approaches it a different way. He thinks for a second, shifts the umbrella onto his shoulder. “Why do you stand in the rain?”

“Memories.” Again, a curt answer.

“Do you mind sharing them?”

He watches Cinder’s face again, watches him shift his weight between his feet as he thinks. “My first rez wasn’ a good one. ‘S still the reason ‘m so careful.”

“I think you’ve told me that before.”

“Probably. Probably ‘cause ya asked.”

“I probably did.”

“I w’s scared, Amn,” his voice is a little terse, vocal chords wound tight in his throat, “Afterwards juss...w’s really shaken up. Didn’ leave my quarters. Didn’ answer Kiera when her Ghost paged me. It w’s rainin’ when Isais knocked on my door,” he pauses a moment. Amn can’t read his face but can hear the stress in his voice. Isais is...was the Striker in Iron Palm. Cinder speaks highly of him, “I answered,” he continues slowly, “‘parently I didn’ look too hot. He asked me how I was. He didn’ need to. I knew how I looked. How shaken I was. Honestly, I though’ ‘bout droppin’ from bein’ a Guardian then ‘n there. I said I’d been better. He didn’ say anythin’ ‘bout tha’. He asked me if I wanted ta go f’r a walk with him. I asked him ‘out in the rain?’ He nodded, beckoned me out. We walked around f’r a while in silence. He w’s in full armor. Usually w’s. A proud Titan. Tha’ w’s Isais. Chess out, shoulders squared, head held high. I...I don’ remember wha’ I w’s wearin’. Probably sweats. Flipflops. Yeah, used ta wear flipflops. It w’s summer anyway. Not like I w’s gonna get frostbite or anythin’,” a little laugh, just a breath past his lips and into the grey sky. His heart’s not in it, “We walked ‘til we were soaked. He led me somewhere quiet, over to one ‘a th’ balconies. We could still feel the rain. He leaned ‘gainst th’ railin’, asked me wha’ w’s wrong,” a little sigh, “I didn’ tell him righ’ away. Asked him why we came out in th’ rain to talk ‘bout this. My quarters weren’ yet a fuckin’ wreck so I told him tha’ we could talk in there but he said somethin. Said tha’ we talk in th’ rain cause it’ll wash away what we say ‘n what’s associated with it. He…” he pauses. Amn sees him swallow the emotion in his throat. He wants to reach out to him but he stops himself. This was the most Cinder had talked about his Fireteam in a while. He doesn’t want to discourage him, “He said it better than I can. Tol’ me tha’ if I didn’ get tha’, then at leass in th’ rain, no one can see you cry. Said tha’ I could tell him anythin’,” another pause. Amn finds himself reminded of Cinder’s stance on vulnerability, on showing emotion, and something tugs in his chest as he hears Cinder swallow hard again, “I spilled my guts to him in th’ rain then. Let everything out. Let it fall like th’ rain ‘round us and by th’ end I was shakin’ and weepin’ like some damned child,” he spits out the last word through gritted teeth. His fingers, once hanging loosely at his sides curl into fists. Amn watches his jaw slowly unclench as he exhales, watches his fingers relax almost, but not quite. His voice is soft this time, “Couldn’ keep myself together long ‘nough to fuckin’ figure out wha’ my duty was, ge’ my fuckin’ head on straight and do wha’ I w’s s’posd to. W’s too damn scared ‘n instead ‘a dealin’ with it m’self I shut it away and though’ maybe ‘f I ignored it it’d juss fuckin’ vanish. All I did w’s hurt myself. Bu’,” he clears his throat, takes a slow breath, “bu’ Isais listened. Heard me out ‘til my lass fear an’ told me tha’ wha’ I w’s goin’ through was perfectly for a Guardian on their firss rez. Tha’ I wasn’ pathetic, tha’ I wasn’ a terrible Guardian already,” now his breath shakes as he inhales. His voice has more emotion in it now. It’s soft, and Amn almost can’t hear him over the rain, “He told me tha’ as long ‘s he w’s with me, I’d never have to worry ‘bout rezzin’, tha’ even if I had to, he’d make sure I came back alrigh’.” He stops then, bows his head and closes his eyes.

Amn moves a little closer, enough that he can get Cinder in the cover of the umbrella, “You miss him a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Amn almost loses the response in the pitter patter of the rain on the umbrella, “When I stand in th’ rain, I feel a li’l closer to him.”

“I understand.” He stands in silence a little longer, simply keeping Cinder under the umbrella. He thinks for a moment, feeling like he should say something but he struggles to find the words, “You know,” he begins, trying to buy himself more time to think, “I think he’d be proud of the Guardian you’ve become, Cinder.”

“Ya think so?” It’s a genuine question.

“Yeah. I think so.”

Cinder’s quiet for a while. Merely letting the rain tap against the umbrella,“Amn,” He begins, gently taking Amn’s hand. His own hands are cold and they tremble slightly. Whether that was from cold or emotion, Amn couldn’t tell.

“Yeah?” He gives Cinder’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You…” a breath to recollect himself, “thank you...for listening.”

“It’s nothing Cinder. You can always talk to me, you know that?”

“Yeah. Yeah I know,” another pause, another shaky breath, “we can go inside now. ‘M startin’ to shiver.”

Amn unlaces their fingers and put an arm around Cinder’s shoulders, pulling him close to him and radiating enough of his Solar Light to warm him through his wet clothes. They walk slowly back inside.

#~gamma writing~#~i am the storm he is the calm (cindamn)~#~used to be a sweet kid (past)~#~not quite a weapon but sharp as one (hcs)~

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